The bartender: part 2

The pace of Her breathing was increasing. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. I couldn’t drink her fast enough. Small moans exiting her lips while she began to convulse on my shoulders. She inaudibly whispered something, “oh god I’m cumming!” She finally spat out. She begged me to stop, it was too much to take and trapped between literally my arms and a brick wall she couldn’t move. She was shaking uncontrollably and grabbing my head, now screaming. She let go of me and grabbed her face, scratching herself and pulling her own hair. She needed more release than what her pussy was allowing! Slowly she excreted her nectar and the juice filled my pallet. I couldn’t get enough. I wasn’t even paying attention to our surroundings at this point. I was caught up in the moment.

She kept calling out louder and louder… “oh god. Oh… ahh”… If someone was listening there was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice. With every yelp, I gave another tongue lashing. Careful not to lose my posture and grip against the wall.

Her shaking steadied and her voice became softer… whispering to the night air… “you did good, so good. You can stop if you want to, I’m there.”

But I slowed down, not to finish, but to begin again.

I came back at her even more fervently than the first time. She immediately grabbed my head. Arching her back as much as I would allow to give me more access… my tongue now inches deep, reaching further snd further for her f spot. I couldn’t, it wasn’t possible. I flattened my tongue, taking up more space and carving a place to both sides of her labia, trying to hit more spaces and grinding my front teeth along her clit. Slowly, then just pressure, harder and harder. Then concentrating on her clit. Gently biting it and running my tongue along it, slower at first, then rapid strokes, while fighting her. She squirmed so much, writhing in ecstasy, unable to hold still. I could feel Her orgasm building. She begged me not to stop. Whispering “more, more…” into my hair. All of her strength holding onto me while I pressed her tighter and tighter into the wall.

Her fluids running down my face, into my shirt now. “Battle wounds”… or bragging rights… she let out a yell. She didn’t mean to. It was almost a bark, like a small dog. A cough. I took a second to look up at her . Her eyes and jaw wide open. Eyes white only, rolled back in her head… uncontrolled, overwhelmed and taking it all in.

“Please sto… she tried to say, but I ignored it. She was cumming again. She was completely hunched over, all I could reach at this point was her clit… gnawing at it like a wild animal, I refused to stop. I wanted her to never forget this wall, this darkness… this feeling of both wanting and desire and helplessness… welcomed helplessness.

She cried again. Barking into the night. The growled in what might have been agony. Then I realized, she’d asked me to stop bc she didn’t want to go to this point. I was taking in so much I didn’t realize we had shifted from a full orgasm, to squirting. I had never tasted this before, it wasn’t like what they tell you in stories, movies… she wasn’t a fire hydrant. But it was a steady flow. I was drenched. I had to pull back and regain control. She was convulsing and becoming louder with her groans. She sounded like she was in pain, but it was such pleasure she didn’t know how to respond. I gently set her down. But held her up, she was too weak to stand. Her eyes catching mine, a devilish smile on her face. She kissed me, wanting to taste herself on my lips and tongue. Our tongues playfully playing tag, teeth nipping at each others lips. Her mascara was running a little, tears were in her eyes. I think every fluid her body had was letting go.

I began turning to walk her back into the light when she grabbed my cock. I was soaked in my pants. The erection the hardest it’s ever been. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, stroking it like a veterinarian calms a pet before giving it anesthesia… cum all over me she used as lubricant. Her skirt was still around her waist and panties torn, I didn’t realize I had severed her thong with my teeth. She was essentially naked. She stroked me while turning around and pleasing her face and breasts against the coolness of the bricks, she put me inside her. My God she was soaked. Pussy so soft and glistening. If someone shone a light on us it would have looked like crystals shining back at them in the dark.

I slipped so easily inside her and she grunted and gasped when I hit her A spot. I felt her cervix. Her small frame allowing easy access to every spot and she shuttered with ecstasy as I forced myself deeper and deeper. I tried to hit her slowly, but she arched her back and forced her ass into me! She want letting me take my time! Her boyfriend was going to show at any moment and we needed to hurry.

I lifted her skirt to her tits. Giving me full access to everything. I had lifted her and her legs wrapped around me from behind. She was testing her flexibility and my resolve. I was tiring now. Had been holding her in the air for going on 30 minutes. My legs growing shaky. But I would not relent. I was pounding her pussy now. One hand fondling her breasts while the other supported her hips. She was yelling now “yes, yes, yes , yes… to the rhythm of my pounding her pussy. I could see her asshole peeking at me. I wanted to send her into another unbelievable orgasm before I came inside of her… using my thumb, I gently pressed into her. It was easy. So much cum and sweat was everywhere! She eagerly let me. She gasped for air in between moans. Shuttering again. Drooling with her mouth gaped open and her head down. She came again and again. With every lunge into her, I pushed my thumb further and further inside her ass. I could feel my cock rubbing along her pussy against my thumb inside her.

She was growling uncontrollably again. I could feel her clench and orgasm for the 4th time now. Her cream all over my dick. Her hips adding pressure to me. All of a sudden I’d had enough. I couldn’t stand. 8 fell to my knees as I came inside her. She kept rocking her hips. Squeezing all of my nectar out of me. She would let me go. My hands trying to push her away, but her legs were wrapped tightly behind me. Her hands on the ground and pushing away from the wall we’d called home for the last 30 minutes! It was exhilarating and exhausting all at once. We were done.

A crumpled mess in a pile of arms and legs. Our bodies still entwined in a mass of fluid. Her body still convulsing. She was cumming again and again. The orgasms from after effects are taking hold now.

She asked me to take her home. She couldn’t see Danny like this. She Needs to clean up first and wash away the scent of my sweat and her cum and piss off of her body.

I gladly picked her up and carried her to my car. Placing her on the passenger seat, soaked and cold from the dampness of the night and the wetness of our clothes. She smiled and held me for a second before allowing me to walk around the car and start the engine… I could hear her breathing slow and raspy. We locked eyes before I put it in gear and drove away…

We needed to shower. But I wondered if that was the last of this evening…