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  “I do believe you asked me for something Chasity. I intend to give you what you asked for. But if it’s really your first time, it should mean something, not be a quickie in the back of a bar.”

  As he whispers these words into my ear, I feel his warm breath tickle my skin and my body quivers. Stammering, I try to answer him.

  “I-I, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But you don’t have to waste your time on me. I feel pathetic enough without a pity fuck so poor old Chas can lose her virginity.”

  Trying to pull away from him is fruitless. His grip on my arms move to my waist, holding me tightly in place.

  “Pity fuck Chasity? Stop saying that you’re a waste. You think that’s what you would be? You’ve been my fantasy girl for almost a year now. I’ve thought of nothing else, but you, no one else, but you. I feel obsessed, manic, and crazy. The fact that I’ll be the one to lead you into this, teach you, show you what real pleasure is, instead of some fumbling idiot, makes it that much sweeter.”

  As my resolve begins to dissolve and my legs turn to jelly, the fire building in my stomach starts feeling like an inferno. Not even while masturbating have I felt this intense. The man turns me into a stuttering mass of hormones.

  “I don’t need special. I just want you,” I manage to get out, without stammering.

  One of his hands reach up, caressing my face. He leans in, kissing me again with the same feverish passion as before. Without answering, he reaches down, cupping my ass and lifting me from the ground. Instinct forces my legs to wrap around his hips, settling in perfectly against him. Holding onto his neck, my hands feel the strong boxy shoulders under his shirt. My pussy soaks my pants some more, and I feel embarrassed. I can’t believe he knows that I’m wet. Slowly, he moves around, heading towards the back room where we keep the beer. All thoughts of time are lost as his arms hold me tight like an anaconda. Moaning, I wiggle my hips against him, hoping for a feel of his hard thick cock between us. Bryan growls, as he pushes me up against the nearest wall. Letting go of my ass, I slide down his hard body, connecting with the floor. Not breaking our kiss, his hands move softly up my tee shirt, cupping my breasts. His deft fingers move nimbly across the material as my nipples bud and harden beneath his touch. Pulling away to moan, his mouth moves down my chin, to my neck. The sweet spot where my neck and shoulder meet. His tongue lapping at my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers move from my breast, down my waist. Gripping the edge of my shirt, he yanks it up over my head, throwing it onto the ground. Fingers sliding into my jeans, I fumble, trying to get them undone quickly. As the zipper finally slides down, he hands flow into my panties.

  “God you’re so wet for me. Chasity, I’ve been dreaming about this since I met you. I know you must taste sweet.”

  Closing my eyes, I throw my head back against the wall, moaning as the sensation of the digits entering me fills my senses. The swift movement of him twirling those fingers inside of me is replaced by an emptiness as he pulls them out. Opening my eyes, I watch in shock as he slips those same fingers in his mouth, growling.

  “I was right,” he whispers into my ear, “You taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever experienced. You’re amazing Chasity. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

  My hands grab at his massive biceps as he slowly kneels in front of me. Sliding my jeans down, he kisses his way down my stomach. Squirming, I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but his tongue on my clit was certainly not it. He laps at me like a cat to milk. The pleasure making waves through my body is euphoric. Nothing I have ever done to myself has created such a frenzy in my body. All of me is humming, vibrating. As his tongue circles my clit, my fingers twine themselves in his hair, pulling his head into me. I can’t get enough. As my orgasm peaks, my toes curl and my legs begin to shake. I feel my body begin to slide down the wall moaning, my knees giving out beneath me, Bryan’s hands quickly pin me against the wall. Holding me in place, he shoves his tongue inside of my pussy, licking up my juices as they drip from my body.

  “You taste perfect Chasity. God, I could lick you all night.”

  Panting, breathless, I try to form a response, but my brain isn’t working. Through the haze, I just nod my head. Slowly, he kisses his way up my body, those soft lips wet with my orgasm. Pressing his body against mine, he takes my mouth, possesses it. Crushing his tongue between my lips, the tension in my stomach begins to build again. Leaning back, Bryan quickly unfastens his jeans, yanking them down to his knees. I try to kick my foot loose of mine. Only gaining the freedom of one leg, the offending material just drapes from my other leg. Dragging his shirt off over his head, the muscles I’ve been trying to picture are so much more than I thought. His arms look as if they have been chiseled from marble. Each line well defined and hard. Smoothing my hands over them, I buck my hips against him, dying in anticipation, my fingers trailing across his tattoo.

  “You deserve so much better than this Chasity. I swear, as soon as your shift is over, I’m going to make up for it. But right now, I just have lost all control. I need to have you. I’m dying to feel that sweet tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”

  His voice is low and silky, caressing my ears. I feel myself getting wet all over again. Reaching down to cup my ass, he lifts me from the ground. I squeal with excitement. As we move, the denim swings back and forth, as if encouraging us along.

  “Wrap your legs around me, and hold on. This is going to be quick. But I’ll try to not hurt you too much.”

  Squeezing him around the waist like a boa constrictor, I wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. The rich earthy scent coming from his skin heightens my arousal tenfold. This man is to die for. I can’t believe I’m finally losing the dead weight of my virginity to this god of a man.

  Slowly, he lifts me a little higher, posing the head of his cock at my entrance.

  “Ready?” he asks me.

  Nodding my assent, he slowly lowers my body. I feel myself stretching, making room for him. Gradually, he pushes in, then pulls out, going further and further each time, torturing me with the pleasure of his hard shaft. Each time he removes himself from me, I’m momentarily sad. I feel my pussy stretch and let him through. I’ve never felt so full, so fulfilled. Getting impatient, I buck my hips, stabbing myself with his cock, and the ripple of pain pierces my insides. Leaning my head back, I gasp, waiting for the hurt to subside. He stops moving, waiting, laughing quietly.

  “So impatient baby,” he whispers in my ear.

  Ever so slowly, he begins again, the agonizing snail pace of slowly in and slowly out. With each movement, I feel less pain, more pleasure as the next orgasm builds inside of my body.

  “Harder,” I moan to him and he pushes me hard against the wall, one arm still holding me to him, the other bracing him.

  As I feel his hips jerk back and forth harder, slamming me into the wall, my nails dig into the skin of his bare back. Pain mixed with pleasure burn through my veins. Without abandon, I feel myself, dropping over the edge of my orgasm, screaming out his name. I feel my pussy tighten around his cock, as if hoping it will never leave me. I could die happy with the feeling of him inside of me.

  “Oh God baby,” he grunts out.

  A few more thrusts and his body goes rigid, unmoving, holding me in place. I feel him throb inside of me as he empties himself. The wetness dripping down my legs between our bodies. A mixture of sweat and sex. Our breathing hard and heavy, we stay like this a moment, trying to calm down. My eyes closed, I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying the feel of his heart pounding against my breasts.

  “Chasity, where the hell are you? We’re open in two goddamn minutes.”

  Pauly’s voice booms through the kitchen. He’s got to be close. Dropping me quickly, the withdrawal of his cock from my body leaves me stiff and sore, empty. He tosses me a towel to wipe myself up quickly. The blood and semen coated towel gets thrown into the garbage nearby as Bryan and I scramble to get dressed. As I button my jeans and
try to slip my sneaker back on, I sneak a glance at him. His charming smile and sparkling green eyes twinkle as he watches me. Running my hand over my hair to smooth it out, I look around to make sure there’s no sign of what we just did. Bryan’s pulling his shirt over his head as Pauly makes his way into the kitchen.

  “Hey Paul,” Bryan extends his hand to him.

  Oh man, it’s the hand he had inside of me. Embarrassment covers my face, and I feel it heat up. Taking a step towards the men, I wince in pain. It’s not horrible and the orgasm definitely helped, but it does hurt a little bit. I’ll gladly be uncomfortable while working though, if it means a repeat of this tonight.

  “Excuse me boys, Bryan, we’ll continue our talk later. I have to get opened up here.”

  Nodding, he smiles at me over Pauly’s head. The men come back to the bar, chatting about the game that was on last night. I finish my opening, getting sinks filled and filling up the ice bucket I had dropped.

  “Chasity, stop leaving money on the counter like that. Anyone could have walked in here,” Pauly shouts at me.

  Without turning around, I just wave him off. Busy counting and filling things, I don’t even hear Bryan sneak up behind me, again. Jumping as he puts his hand on my neck, I turn to look at him. Scanning the room, I notice Pauly has gone.

  “He ran to his office. I’ll be back when you close. So don’t think of escaping. I’m coming for you, and you’re going to be all mine tonight.”

  Without waiting for an answer, he kisses my forehead, and I watch him walk out of the bar. It’s hard to believe that in the span of a half an hour, I’ve managed to lose my virginity with the guy I’ve been fantasizing about, enjoyed two great orgasms, and now, have the promise of it continuing all night. As Have a Nice Day starts pumping over the PA system in the bar, I smile to myself and start singing along. Why thank you Bon Jovi, I will have a nice day, maybe a nice night too.

  The Club

  As my shift begins, I wave to Shana. The day shift bartender can’t wait to get out of here, and I can’t say I blame her. Yes, it’s a bar, but it’s a cigar bar and private club. The Churchill Club is exactly how it sounds. It’s full of dirty old men smoking big fat cigars and talking about the old days in war, or sex, well, their lack of anyways. Members have to pay a fee to be able to come in here and drink, socialize, get away from their wives and smoke.

  Because we’re a private club, we can allow smoking in here without the fines and the guys get to keep boxes here full of their own cigars. I don’t mind it much. I’m the youngest bartender here and the old guys love me so I have fun. The smell of cigars reminds me of my father, who I lost when I was still in high school. Plus, the tips are great. So it’s a win-win and works for everyone. The old dogs get eye candy and I get their money.

  Running my hand over the black lace shirt I wore, I push my hair back behind my shoulders. I wish I had worn it up today. It’s just going to get in the way, which is really annoying. I’ll be pushing it from my eyes all night. Popping the top on a Budweiser, I place it on the bar in front of Jackson. He’s got to be the oldest member we have, but he’s in here like clockwork. Sits in the same seat, orders the same thing, talks to the same people. Man, I don’t ever want to retire. I’d get bored. Cranking up the volume on the jukebox, I start signing as I pick up empties and wipe the bar. The buzzer on the wall goes off. If members don’t bring their keys, they can buzz in. Non-members are never ever allowed unless accompanied by a member. It’s great for safety.

  “Joe forget his key again?”

  I joke to Jackson, as I turn to check out the TV screen behind me. On the bar sits a surveillance television. The camera on the door shows a young man, neatly trimmed blonde hair, jeans, white t-shirt, very plain clothing, some facial hair. Nothing baggy or dirty, but not entirely innocent looking.

  “Any of you old timers waiting on a grandson to come in tonight?”

  They all laugh, but shake their heads no. Pressing the intercom, I speak to the man.

  “Can I help you?”

  “I wanted to come in for a drink, maybe a smoke.”

  “Are you a member?”

  “No, I’m just in town visiting.”

  “Sorry, members only.”

  Turning from the screen, I go back about my business. Now, it’s entirely up to the bartender if they want to let in a non-member. I prefer not to. There’s just a feeling of safety with the customers I know. I’m leery of anyone new, especially someone who sounds and seems so young. Not that I’m super young and this guy is most likely my age, but still. He’s not familiar, and no one here knows him. The intercom behind me squawks.

  “Ma’am, please, I’m from out of state, I’m here on business and just trying to find somewhere quiet where I can smoke my cigar in peace, without people bothering me. I’ll give you my license, credit card, whatever you want.” Rolling my eyes, I look towards Jackson.

  “What do you think old timer? Should I have pity on the damn guy and let him in?”

  “Why not Sarah? If he causes you any trouble, I’ll kick his ass for you.”

  Unable to hold my laughter, the twinkle in Jackson’s eye makes me feel better. I turn the knob on the control panel, allowing the door to be opened. Before the buzzer goes off, it looks like the man has given up and was about to leave. Hearing the sound, he turns back, and flashes the biggest smile I’ve ever seen and something shifts inside my body. I’m already regretting this move. A slight wet spot forms on my panties, and dread sets in. I feel like I’ve just made a deal with the devil, and he’s here in the flesh. Some very attractive, tan flesh. As he nears the bar, I feel déjà vu. As if I know who he is. I just can’t place it.

  “Thank you ma’am, I really appreciate it.”

  Sitting down at the bar, he pulls a cigar out of his pocket and drops a twenty down.

  “Hand over the license buddy, stop calling me ma’am and if you start any trouble, Jackson here will kick your ass,” I tell him. He turns to Jackson, smiling.

  “I mean no trouble. I just prefer to relax without people hovering.”

  “What can I get you? But, before you answer that, please note, we only serve beer and well drinks. Nothing fancy or difficult. If it has more than 2 ingredients, you’re not getting it. So, now, how can I help you?” Damn, my hair is in my face again, and as I brush it back, the long blonde locks moving from my face, I sneak a look into the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. The way they glitter with unspoken humor, the smile playing at his lips, the small bushy beard he has growing, he looks younger than his id says. That pegs him at thirty five. Six years older than me. I instantly want to grab his face and suck on those pouty lips until that smirk is wiped from his face. Damn, down girl.

  “Well ma’am, I’m Jason, and you are?” he asks me, extending his hand towards me.

  I look down at it as if it’s a poisonous snake. Jackson clearing his throat moves me into action. I wrap my fingers around the man’s hand and the contact sends heat flaring up my arm. His eyes darken at our touch, but the smirk remains on his face. Trying to pull away from his grasp without setting off any alarm bells with Jackson, I quickly blurt out my name.

  “Sarah, don’t call me ma’am. Now what can I get you?”

  “Just a Jack on the rocks. Thanks,” he says, lighting his cigar and leaning back in the blue leather chair.

  Pouring the drink, I turn, placing the glass on the bar in front of him. As he looks up, smiling, smoke flowing from his juicy lips, it hits me. I know who this is. Jason Ward. He’s the star of the one and only TV show I watch. Hells Minions. It’s about a bad ass biker trying to go straight in life. How the hell did it take me so long to figure out who he was, and why is he here in our rinky dink little town?

  “So, what kind of business brings you to our little armpit of the world?” I ask him, trying to play it cool.

  I don’t want to look like a fan girl fawning all over him. He’s gorgeous and I have the advantage of watching him every week without his shirt
on. I may have even seen his ass before. What an amazing ass it is too. Taking another drag of his cigar, he leans forward.

  “You know, just looking at the area, trying to decide if it’s where we want to do business or not. Tell me, why do you live here?”

  The sound of his voice washes over me like ice water and I shiver. This man is drop dead hot. I’m so glad I went against my better judgment and let him in.

  “Born and raised here unfortunately.”

  “So why don’t you leave?”

  “Why would I? It’s a small town. I know most people. I have a decent job, my friends and family are here and that’s what’s important. I love having rolling fields to stroll through, lakes to fish in and lots of bars to drink in.” I wink at him.

  His laughter is killing me. Who knew being funny could be a turn on?

  “Nice. Anything big ever happen here?”

  “Not til you strolled into my bar,” I wink at him, his face pales.

  Does he know I know who he is? I turn, laughing as I walk away to tend to other customers.

  When I finally get back to his end of the bar, Jackson has Jason in a debate over last night’s football game. I stand there listening, just amazed at how easily Jason fits here. He doesn’t act stuck up or better than anyone. As the night drones on, the guys keep finding things to talk about and I try to keep busy, hoping that as the older guys leave, and empty the bar like always, that Jason will stick around. As I bend over to put some ice in a cup, I look up, noticing Jason staring at me. Wiggling my body to the music, knowing he’s watching, I delight in seeing his eyebrows raise as my tits jiggle in my lace top. Pouring some Captain into my cup, I arch my back a little, sticking out my ass as I mix myself a drink. Yea, this man has definitely got me feeling horny. In this bar, that’s hard to do. Staring at old timers all night, I never leave here feeling sexy. Dirty, yes, but sexy? NO. Just his very presence here is soaking my panties so that when I sit down on my stool, I have to squirm around, trying to get comfortable. One by one, the guys get up and leave for the night. Finally it’s just Jackson, Jason and I left.