The Bar 4

You arrived Home. Your head fucked and your balls drained. You walk into your kitchen to pour yourself a stiff drink. What the fuck had happened tonight? You couldn’t stop replaying the night’s events in your head. The two girls, Melinda, the bartender. The Bartender Mila. The woman who drove you crazy. The one who would bite your lip when she could feel your erected cock pushing against her. The one who knew your name. You take another big mouthful of the drink you poured when you feel a pair of hands slide up your back. A familiar voice whispers in your ear. “ Took you long enough to get home. So did you like it?” You turn and grab Emily. Your jaw clenched tight as you looked down into her eyes. Her smirk made your cock twitch. Your mind torn not knowing if you want to put her on the counter and fuck her tight pussy or turn her around and punish her. She takes your glass and pours another drink. Your hands grab her tighter. She drinks the entire glass. You slide your hand around her throat and feel her swallow. She puts a piece of ice in her mouth. You hand tightens on her throat. She sticks out her tongue and you watch the ice melt. This bitch is teasing the fuck out of you and she knows it. Your cock could break granite. You lean down and kiss her hard taking the ice cube into your mouth. You grab her hair and pull her head back. You press the ice cube against her neck with your tongue. You feel her knees buckle slightly. You let the ice slide down her neck into her tight shirt. You pull her head to the side and bite her earlobe. You back her against the counter and look into her eyes. “Don’t fuck with me.” You watch her lust filled eyes turn fearful. You undo the bottom on your pants. And pull your hard cock out. You grab her and lift her onto the counter. You pull her hips so that her pussy is at the edge. The sudden movement made her fall back and her head hit the counter.