This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.
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A huge pair of breasts pressed softly into the bar.
The woman knew exactly what she was doing as she bent over the bar, her clingy, skimpy, low-cut tank top yawing open, trying to catch the bartender's attention in more ways than one. She was dressed to impress, wearing tight, dark, form fitting jeans and stylish shoes. But it was her slim top that drew the eyes. Tight, clinging to her fit upper-half, showing off an expanse of her flat belly and sexy navel, the cream colored tank top was scooped very low, showing a near indecent amount of her round and smooth boobs, and the deep canyon of cleavage in between. The spaghetti straps were being tested by her massive rack, digging into her smooth tanned skin, while allowing her fantastic bust to be shown off to its maximum potential. She would outwardly justify this wardrobe choice as simply a countermeasure to the summer heat, but everyone knew she chose this just because it showed off her rocking DD's. She looked damn good, and she fucking knew it.
"Can I get you something, Megan?" Zack asked, turning to face her, doing his best to keep his eyes on hers as she bent over the bar, her huge tits hanging down, showing off her deep cleavage. It was a visual delight to anyone who was looking, but luckily for Zack he was experienced with this type of thing, so it was nothing new. He kept his eyes always forward.
"What are you offering?" the hot brunette purred, smiling wickedly at the handsome man behind the bar.
"Well... we're a bar, and we're fully stocked. We have just about any drink you'd like," Zack replied, not acknowledging her obvious flirting. Megan was a few years older than him. She had been coming to this bar with her friends once or twice a week for a while now and she had been flirting with Zack from almost the beginning. Her friends always came across as strong, professional women and they dressed the part, but Megan wasn't afraid to dress like, quite frankly, a slut. Zack didn't really like thinking of women like that anymore, but her heavy, blunt flirting pretty much proved him right. At first, when she started coming in, her flirting was light. But her comments had progressed into being very blatant, saying things that almost made this Midwestern young man blush. Things that he was shocked she would say at all, let alone in public, surrounded and almost encouraged by her friends. But Zack was a pretty worldly guy, so it would take a lot to shock him.
"Well, the one thing I want to drink, you won't give me," she replied, looking straight at Zack, her eyes playful, clearly savoring this interaction already. Zack looked at her for a few moments, unsure of her meaning, before she made it crystal clear.
"I'm talking about your semen," she added bluntly. Zack reacted to this admission by panicking slightly and glancing around to make sure no one had overheard her blatant come-on. The brunette smiled brightly and continued. "I just want you to know that whenever I'm here and I'm staring at you, all I can imagine is getting on my knees and taking every single drop of cum from your swollen balls into my mouth. I would let it pool there. I would slide it all over my tongue, savoring the delicious taste, cause I can just tell you're just one of those guys who has great tasting cum. I would coat the inside of my mouth with it so I would taste it for days. Then, when I'm finally done, I would swallow every fucking drop and ask for more," she teased, her nipples hardening under her top.
"Do you want any alcohol or not?" Zack asked, not in the mood to play games with her. She pouted slightly.
"Why don't you ever hit on me, Zack?" Megan asked. "Guys fall all over themselves for me. Most men I come across would do anything to get in my pants. I mean, are you gay or something? What man doesn't want to suck on these tits? No man's will is that iron. I mean, you don't even have the decency to check out my huge boobs! I can't tell you how happy it would make me if I caught you staring at my cleavage. That alone would give me so much mental fuel. I would literally finger myself to that for months without it getting old," she told him, loving the heated and filthy nature of this, unfortunately, one-sided seduction.
"A guy would have to be gay to resist your charms?" Zack replied bluntly. "You're telling me that all guys just fall entranced by your sparkling personality? Or, maybe, just maybe, not every guy is looking for what you are offering..." he explained, not giving her an inch, unimpressed by her heavy handed seduction.
"One day, I might just start going to a different bar, where the bartenders are far more willing to play. And when I do, you're gonna really regret missing out on this," she said, gesturing towards her hot body. Zack's eyes were drawn downward for a moment, unconsciously following her hands, his eyes taking in her luscious frame for a moment before catching himself, bringing his gaze up from her delicious boobs to her eyes again. "Ah! Had you there for a second! You see, Zack, deep down, you want this. You'd better take advantage before I'm out of your life for good."
"Well, I can't wait for that day to come," Zack replied simply, happy simply at the thought of not having to deal with her again. She smiled at him, loving the hunt, feeling the thrill of the chase. Zack had resisted her far longer than any other man. Most others had given in, but not him. And that level of willpower made him absolutely irresistible to the hot-bodied seductress.
She reached across the bar and put her hand on his arm, but he pulled away. She had gotten very handsy lately. At one point, when he was out from behind the bar, she announced her presence to him by palming his cute butt, digging her nails into him roughly. He didn't appreciate the invasion of his person then, and he really didn't now.
"Ah, who am I kidding?" She began. "I love the chase. When you and I finally do it, and believe, some day, we ARE gonna do it, it's gonna be so worth the wait..." Zack didn't respond, leaving her to fill in the silence.
"Don't make me have to go home empty handed, Zack. I'm not asking for a relationship here. I just want you to come back to my place so we can screw each others' brains out," she said with a sickeningly sweet smile. He didn't say a word so she continued. "I don't understand why everyone gets so hung up on casual sex. Zack... just let me show you a good time. You've earned it." Megan urged softly. "And you know that I would show you a very good time."
"Again, Megan, not interested. Now do you want a drink or not?" Zack asked, impatient, deftly denying her as other customers were backing up at the bar.
