Suddenly, she pushed him away and hopped off the counter.
Confused, he watched as she grabbed the bottle of Crème de Menthe.
"Would you open this please?" She asked politely then began undoing his pants.
"What are doing?" He asked bewildered but still opened the liquor.
She giggled and sank to her knees not answering. She took a long swig from the bottle but didn't swallow.
His cock twitched as she timidly placed her lips at the head. Carefully she opened her mouth just enough to take him in without dribbling. The feeling of the liquid and her tongue almost made his legs buckle. He clutched the counter and closed his eyes as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft.
Fuck was all he could say when she swallowed the crème de menthe around his cock. He wanted to holler when she pulled away but the cold sensation distracted him. He looked down as his sexy bartender put her lips together and literally blew him.
His body jerked. Just as he was about to ask, she opened her mouth wide over his penis and blew hot air this time. It was almost agony. He grunted as she ran her tongue along the underside then finally engulfed him in her warm mouth. Breathing through gritted teeth, he gripped the bar edge as she took him in deeper and deeper.
Every muscle in his body tightened. It was torment as she altered between sucking hard and lightly licking while massaging his balls. He wound his hand in her hair, hoping to coax her into a steady rhythm.
She increased her pace, stroking him with her hand and tongue. He couldn't hold out any longer. He tried to warn her but could only shout her name as he came. She took him all in, swallowing him down her throat, heightening his sensitivity.
"Stop....please." He moaned, sinking to floor. He heard her laugh as she put her shirt back on.
"Who said I was done with you?" He demanded, standing, lifting her back up on the counter, spreading her legs...