I thought my hoe week was over but my friends wanted to go out and I couldn't resist the temptation. We ended up at the same club as last week, where the hot bartender had caused a rift between me and my boyfriend. As soon as I walked in, he spotted me and motioned for me to come over. How could I say no? He was simply gorgeous. To make a long story short, I stayed until closing time to go home with him. My friends either left together or went off with random people, but I only had eyes for the bartender. When the lights came on and everyone cleared out, I lingered at the bar while he finished up his duties. The bouncers gave me strange looks, but the bartender brushed them off because they knew what was happening. We called an Uber to take us back to his place once he was done working.

His hand wandered under my dress during the drive, and I'm pretty sure our driver knew what was going on, but he didn't say anything. My bartender grew bolder and started fingering my dripping wet pussy, leaving my thighs covered in my own juices by the time we arrived. He even carried me into his house like a princess, though one hand never stopped pleasuring me. He laid me down on his kitchen counter, which was conveniently designed for this kind of activity. In no time, his pants were around his ankles and he plunged into me without hesitation. I made no attempt to keep quiet; it never crossed my mind that it was necessary. The bartender certainly wasn't shy about making noise himself.
At one point, he slid two fingers into my mouth for me to suck on. It was incredibly arousing, but I couldn't stop moaning. It wasn't until the hot bartender spoke to someone in the doorway that I remembered we weren't alone. The person in the door was like a model (I later found out he's also a bartender at a different club; who knew all the hot bartenders lived together?). He had his cock out and was masturbating while watching me being fucked on the kitchen counter. When the original bartender asked if I would suck off his friend, I didn't hesitate before saying yes. He carried me to his bed and positioned me on my hands and knees. The other guy followed and stood in front of me with his cock in my face. I eagerly took it into my mouth, nearly gagging as it reached the back of my throat. He wasn't as big as the original bartender, but he still had a large cock. While I was sucking him, the original bartender began licking and teasing my most sensitive areas with his tongue. Getting rimmed is one of my favorite things, so I couldn't help thrusting back against his mouth. He quickly picked up on this and focused on penetrating my tight asshole with his tongue. One finger followed, causing me to scream with pleasure (although my screams were muffled by the cock in my mouth). When the second guy pressed his cock against my asshole, I screamed again, which only seemed to turn him on more.

With some spit and patience, he managed to slide his cock all the way inside me. I was now being spit-roasted between two incredibly attractive bartenders, and it felt absolutely incredible. The initial pain of anal sex quickly gave way to a pleasurable fullness (I apparently have a natural talent for anal). The spit-roast didn't last long; both guys came almost simultaneously. The guy in my mouth came down my throat before pulling out and aiming for my face, while the guy in my ass thrust hard and deep, filling me with his cum. I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. The guys left to clean up, and I could hear them joking and laughing as I lay there. By the time they came back, the cum in my ass had started to drip out. I ended up falling asleep until about 6am when I got a sudden feeling of guilt and decided to leave. As I made my way home on a walk of shame, I suddenly became aware that I still had dried cum on my face. I promised myself to be good for the coming week, but I honestly don't know if I can resist more cock.