Halloween Night at the Bar

A strange "end of the night" visitor. Did I just agree to something?

It was a Monday night, usually my day off, but it was Halloween. I have no children, but the other bartenders all have young kids. I offered to cover their shifts so they could take them trick-or-treating. I was exhausted from partying all weekend but figured I owed it to them.

The night was semi-busy. Some people dressed in costumes; otherwise, it was a quiet night. Everyone left early since it was a weekday. After 1115 PM, not one customer came in. I was falling asleep on my feet. I decided to lock the doors, stock, and clean. Sweeping, mopping, and cleaning dragged, and I felt drained. I sat with a cold Yuengling while I stared at the bottles to determine what needed stocking. I drank the beer. Made my mental notes. I went to the store room. After walking out with a box of bottles, I was shocked to see someone sitting at the bar. I swear I locked the doors.

I was even more shocked as my eyes refocused in the low light. Her hair was long, dark red past her shoulders. She was stunningly pretty. She wore a costume that consisted of a dark red strapless lacy corset that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were plump and held tightly by the lace fabric that just hid her nipples. The corset ended a couple of inches below her breasts. The dark red was a contrast to her pale skin. On her back were a pair of white wings that sprouted up. The feathers were perfect, and they looked so real. The bar kept me from seeing her lower half. She was standing at the corner of the bar between the door and the area where I had been sitting where my bottle still sat.

"Hey, is it too late to get one for last call? I've had a busy night and need a drink to end it right." She asked. Her voice was melodic with a hint of a British accent. I've always been a sucker for British accents. Well, it was still before three AM. I still had to clean. I started to think. Who was I kidding? This girl was getting served whatever time it was.

"Well, I had locked up, but I gotta stock up and take care of some things. Plus, it's still early, so go ahead and grab a seat. What'll I get ya?"

"Thank you so much. I'll have a bourbon on the rocks and ginger ale on the side," she said in her sing-songy voice.

"Makers ok?"

"Makers, of course... Mind if I play the jukebox..."

"Sure," I reached up and hit the credit button half a dozen times, "songs are on me." I approached the well to pour the drink. She walked across the dance floor toward the Jukebox. The corset barely had a strap on the back. The wings were somehow glued right to her skin. "Fantastic job on the costume," I called to her. She had six-inch dark red heels. Her legs had dark red fishnet stockings that ended at the top of her thighs clipped to a garter that was barely there. From the back, I could make out a G-string that disappeared into her butt. Oh shit, she is incredible, I thought. I made the drink and placed it down. I started stocking the bottles. My eyes focused on her as she leaned over the jukebox. Samantha Fox, Naughty Girl, started. She swayed to the music. I gulped as my mind started racing. My eyes fixated on her bare ass. She danced over to her seat. She sipped her drink. I was seeing the front of her g-string, which scarcely covered anything. I stocked the bar. I kept the bulge in my pants hidden.

I put the last bottle away. She called me over. "Time for another drink?" She had her eyes drooped with a puppy dog look. Even exhausted and sleepy, I could not say no to this beauty. Berlin Sex (I'm a...) started playing. I poured another drink. She smiled. Clapped her hands. She sang along with the song, "And we make love together. Slip and slide in your wet delight, feel the blood flow not too fast, don't be slow, my love's in your hands..."

Wow, I turned. She was swaying in her seat, swaying to the music. Her chin was tucked. She stared at me. As I walked towards her, she sang along, "I'm a one-night stand, am I bi, I'm a slave, I'm a little girl, and we make love together." She stopped signing, "What a great song. Can you have a drink with me?"

"Sure, umm, I'll grab a beer." I started to turn.

"A beer... no, no, no. Have some bourbon or a shot and a beer."

"Ok, I'll grab some bourbon." I turned to make myself a drink.

"And some Jager shots. I'll pay for it all," she promised.

Something in my mind thought she had never paid for a drink in her life. Tonight probably won't be any different. I poured my drink and walked over across the bar from her.

"No... not over there... on this side," she tapped the stool next to her, "It's so lonely over here I want some company..."

"Well, I still have to clean."

"Pretty please," she pressed her lips together and pouted. How many men have been compelled by that look? Well, add a one to the total.

"Okay, there's no need to pout," I smiled. She clapped her hands like a little girl. "But you have to tell me about your costume and wings?"

"You grab your drink, and we have a deal," she said, "now, come sit next to me. We can chat or do whatever else you want."

'Whatever else I want,' I thought. A thousand things came to mind. Chatting was at the bottom of the list. I poured my drink. Like putty in her hands, I smiled and walked around the bar. I sat down next to her.

"First shots," she told me to hook my arm through hers as we did the Jager shots. This brought her closer to me. I got a scent of Obsession, my favorite perfume. As Berlin faded out... The Divinyls, I Touch Myself, started playing. We did our shots. Oh! The taste of Jager! I sipped my bourbon. She took a drink.

"Now, what do you want to ask?" she turned in her seat as she spoke. "What a great song."

"I was just interested in your costume. It's perfect. The wings are so realistic. How are they attach...?" my voice trailed off as she moved to the music.

She ran her hands all over her body and sang along, "I want you above me, I search myself, I want you to find me, I forget myself, I want you to remind me, I don't want anybody else when I think about you I touch myself." Her left hand slid to her breast while her right hand slid down in between her legs, which was covered by less than an inch of fabric. She spread her legs as her fingers massaged herself through the thin G-string fabric. "What were you saying? "

"Nothing... nothing at all." I stammered as I watched her fingers moved along the thin fabric.

Her left hand reached over and grabbed her drink as the right hand lingered. She lifted the glass and toasted. "Here's to my luck of a locked door that still opened. Here's to finding what I need to make this night end right." She raised her glass. We clinked glasses. She tossed back the end of the bourbon. I tossed back mine.

The jukebox repeats the phrase, I touch myself. I noticed she moved the cloth aside and was stroking her bare pussy. "Why don't you join me and touch yourself? This night can go how I think we both know it's going." Her left hand reached up and unbuttoned the corset. Her breasts popped out. She started rubbing her hand around her bare breasts and pinching her nipples. I saw her pussy glistening as she stroked it. "What are you waiting for?"

I kicked off my shoes, reached down, unbuttoned my pants, and slid them off. My silk boxers failed to hold my cock. It sprang through the slit. I started to undo the buttons on my shirt. She moved her right hand to her mouth and rubbed her fingers across her lips. She leaned in and kissed me deeply. Her tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I tasted her sweet juices as she Frenched me. Her hands grabbed my shirt and yanked, ripping the buttons and pulling it open. She ran her hand across my chest, tracing circles with her nails, pinching my nipples. Her left hand ran down my stomach to my throbbing cock. Her nails traced around my balls, then moved away. Our lips still joined, our tongues danced around my mouth. Her hand returned to my shaft. She had soaked it with her juices. The fluid lubed up my shaft as she stroked up and down. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip.

"Holy shit," I say as she pulled her mouth away.

"Mmmm, it seems you liked my outfit and show. Let me return the favor of serving me a drink." She slid toward me, looking into my eyes. Slowly, she lowered herself down. She kept eye contact the entire time. Only when her chin was about to hit the head of my cock did she turn and start to bob up and down. Her mouth engulfed my cock. She began sucking and licking. Her hands played with my balls. She reached behind me and pulled me up so that I stood in front of her on her knees. Her hands held my ass as she pulled me toward her. My rod went deeper and deeper into her throat. I looked down to see the image of her long, reddish-blonde head sliding up and down. The motion made her wings flap slightly. They were perfectly designed and moved convincingly. She hummed and swirled her tongue. Shivers shot down my spine. I tilted my head back. She pulled off and leaned back. I looked down and could see her hand fingering her pussy. She reached up the glistening hand and rubbed more fluid along my cock. She moved her hand up and down my shaft. "How does that feel?"

"Amazing, I am close to cumming," my balls tingled. My knees quaked slightly. Feeling this, she smiled.

"I better return to my duties. I want to taste your cream." Her mouth went right back onto my cock. She tilted her head, eyes staring at me. Mouth sliding up and down. She started to suck and hum. I stared into her deep green eyes as I felt my body's burst of energy release.

"Holy shit... I'm cumming." She moved her mouth deeper onto my shaft. I shot cum deep into her throat. She continued to suck and hum. Her mouth moved up and down my cock. It was incredible. My knees shook. I could barely remain standing. I kept pumping out cum. She stayed locked on, not missing a drop. She finally pulled off. Her hand, shining with her juices, came up and pumped the last of my semen onto her breasts. I felt weak as I slid back into my seat. I turned and grabbed my glass of bourbon. I tossed back the rest.

She moved behind the bar. I put my glass down. I watched her as she walked over to the shelf. She pulled down the bottle of Makers, grabbed a mixing tin of ice, and poured a glass of water. She strutted back, putting it all down on the bar before us. "You will need this first," she said, giving me the glass of water. She poured two more drinks for us.

I drank the water and replenished myself slightly. "Wow, that was amazing."

"I have a few talents I've picked up here and there." She glanced down at her breasts and used her fingers to scoop up a string of my cum. "Mmmmm, some left over. The taste of your essence is yummy." Her accent and voice captivate me. She licked and sucked on each finger. Then she rubbed the rest into her breasts. "Here's to pleasing you." She raised her glass. We clicked glasses and took a drink. She raised her glass again, "Here's to you pleasing me." She smiled devilishly. We clicked glasses. She tossed hers back and motioned for me to do the same. I obliged.

She came around the bar. She grabbed my hand, leading me onto the dance floor. "Stay," she said. She sashayed over to grab a chair and placed it in the middle. She hit a switch. The dance floor lights turned on. The disco ball lit up. She stepped back and stood between me and the chair. "I won't need these," she reached down and, with my paring knife, cut her panties, ripping them off. She tossed them toward the bar. She was standing in the middle of the dance floor with just her heels, stockings, and the corset barely hanging by the stocking strings and the wings. The hair at the top of her pussy was shaved into a tiny red Playboy bunny shape.

Need You Tonight played on the jukebox. "Kneel," she commanded. I obeyed. She patted my head, "Good boy." She sat on the chair, spread her legs wide, and slid so she was on the edge. "Eat," I obeyed.

I dove in with my tongue. Her hands grabbed the back of my head. I matched my lips to hers. I sucked and licked everything. Her pussy tasted amazing. Her juices were like nectar. I nibbled on her lips and sucked them into my mouth. My tongue trekked over every inch of her pussy. I moved from the bottom to her clit and back down. I teased her asshole and licked at it each time. She was squirming. She pulled my face tighter into her hole. She pulled me back, poured some bourbon into my mouth, and then some water. I hadn't even realized she had grabbed the bottle and glass. She turned my head to face her as she tilted the bottle, pouring the bourbon into her mouth. She poured a little more onto her belly. It ran down into her snatch. "Drink," she said and pulled my head back into her pussy. I lapped at the mixture of bourbon and juices. I was getting lightheaded by the taste. It was the best mixed drink I have ever had.

I moved my hand up and slid two fingers into her. I started pumping. "More," she said. I pushed another. "More", she said. I pushed my fourth into her. "All," she said. I shoved my hand into her as I licked at her clit. I was pumping my fist in and out of her. I slid past my thumb. "Faster." I picked up the pace. Her muscles clenched on my hand. I flicked my tongue across her clit. "Yes," she said. I could feel her body tighten and tense. She started to shake; juices ran out of her around my fingers. "Lick it all up!" she yelled. I obeyed--her body twitched and tremored with spasms as I lapped her snatch. I licked and licked as I pumped my fist in and out of her. I slid my hand out and sucked on her pussy. My jaw was sore as I continued to eat her out. I moved my tongue through every fold of her lips. My face was covered with her nectar. "Look up," She commanded. I did. I was treated to another shot of bourbon. I licked her deeper and let the nectar mix with the liquor.

Closer, by Nine Inch Nails, played on the jukebox. "Lay down," she said. I obeyed. "I wanna fuck you like an animal," she sang along with the music. She stood over me, straddling my body. Her heels were on either side of me. She squatted down. Her wet pussy teased and stroked the tip of my rock-hard cock. She swirled her hips, letting the tip of my cock rub around her soaked lips. She pushed down quickly and took my entire length in one push. She shifted slightly and bent back. She was squatting as she fucked me. She rocked her hips and bounced up and down. Her fingernails scratched along my chest. She ground her hips and pulled at my cock. The music pumped. She matched the rhythm. The lights danced across her body.

The pleasure was intense. I could feel her muscles tighten each time she maneuvered her hips. "Oh my G..." I started to say. She put her fingers to my mouth and interrupted me.

"Suck," she said. I obeyed. The lights shined on her fingers, sparkling with her juices. I licked every finger of her hand. Her sweet elixir entered my mouth. My mind raced as I felt my cock push inside her. The fantastic taste filled my mouth. I couldn't last much longer. But somehow, I did. I could feel her pumping faster and faster. She dropped onto her knees and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up. I was sitting up. She was on my lap, her legs wrapped behind me. She kissed me and ran her hands down my back. Her fingernails scratched as she pulled up on me. Her tongue danced around my mouth. My cock danced inside of her. She continued to shift her hips and grind. I felt every muscle and movement. She grabbed my cheeks and looked into my eyes. I was lost in those emerald green eyes. Flashes of red fire appeared in them as the lights reflected. I felt time stop. We were motionless, staring into each other's eyes. I felt like we were floating in the middle of nothing together in an out-of-body experience. All the pleasure wrapped around us. I had never felt this way before.

"Mmmmm, you feel amazing inside me. How do I feel?" she whispered in my ear. Time stood still.

"Yes, you feel incredible."

"We can feel this way whenever you want. We can be together. All you have to do is cum in me. We will be joined," she whispered as she sucked on my earlobe. I was confused by what she said.

"What do you mean? I don't want to get you pregnant." I tried to understand what she was saying when her hips shifted. Her muscles squeezed my cock. Pleasure tingled through my body. "Not pregnant, my darling, that won't happen." Her tongue licked my ear as she breathed heavily. My body tingled. My cock twitched. "Mmm... yes...I want us to be one. Do you want that?"

"I ummm. I'm not really..." her hips shifted, "Oh fuck, that feels good... monogamous guy...," another shift. My pulse quickened. I could feel the pressure tighten in my balls.

"I'm not looking for a monogamous guy. I'm looking for a lover to fuck when I want. A lover to service me when I need to be pleased. Release your essence in me. Seal our union," her melodic whisper teased at my brain. She sucked on my ear. I heard the words, but they did not register. "Cum in me," she sucked in and hissed. My ear lobe tingled with the vibration and cool air. Chills shot through my body and spread out. "Do you like fucking me?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to be one of your girls?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be with me again and again?"

"Oh, Yes."

"Do you want this pussy to squeeze your cock whenever you want?"

"Fuck Yes"

"We can be together forever if you want. All you have to do is give me your seed. Cum deep in my pussy."

"I want to fuck your beautiful body again and again."

"CUM IN ME." She shouted.

"YESSSS!!!" I screamed. Everything tightened. I felt a slight tremor sweep through our bodies. It started at the point where I was penetrating her. Then, a bright flash in my mind. My cock exploded. Ecstasy raced to every point of my body. Strings and strings of cum blasted into her. I shook with orgasm.

"YESSSS!!!" she screamed. I felt her shaking on top of me. Her body trembled. She stared into my eyes. We were shaking so much that her wings were flapping. "Fill me with your cum." I pumped my hips. My seed propelled into her. I came way more than ever before. She moved her hips. Her pussy slid up and down, milking my rod. I continued to shake with pleasure. My body ached with the desire to please her. I grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down onto me. I was furiously pushing my hips desperately, trying to get deeper. She matched each movement with a clench or a twist, keeping us connected. Her legs squeezed around me. Her hands were on my head as we stared into each other's eyes. Our bodies slowed. Still joined, but the waves subsided. We continued to hold each other. We gazed into each other's eyes. She slowed and stopped on top of me. She held tight around my body. I felt drained but satisfied. Still, the hints of orgasm danced around my body. My arms moved around her waist.

She put her forehead against mine. Our eyes were still open. Our lashes were touching. I was still inside her. She kissed me gently. "Thank you, that is what I needed tonight. Your essence renewed me."

I looked at her, questioning, "What?"

"I was drained. You pleased me and filled me with your spirit. And on Halloween of all nights. I needed that."

"Anytime," I smiled. "That was amazing. I have never felt an orgasm that intense. It's like we were joined."

"Anytime?" she mocked, "I will take you up on that. We are joined... now. But to clarify, are you saying I may call on you when I want? Are you offering me that devotion as a lover to serve me when I need?"

"Devotion, I love the way you speak. It's not just your accent but your words. Your voice has a melody. I will be your devout lover. You may call on me whenever you need me. I will be your servant."

"My servant to worship my body at my beck and call. That is precisely what I needed to hear." She smiled and shifted her hips, clenching down on my cock, which was still inside her. A tingle shot through me. "Kiss me to seal the deal." The lights flashed in her eyes again.