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A Hard Nights Work

... pointed her toward the rear of the bar near the entrance to the kitchens and carried off the empty glasses. A strange tingle in my tummy and my pulse was peaking, I’d never been touched by a woman before. I dropped off my load of glasses with Ned, an old boy who gets paid minimal wage to load the industrial dishwasher and push through the door back into the bar. A firm hand gripped my upper arm and pulled me to one side. I saw a flash of deep red hair, inhaled a strong breath of Chanel ‘Chance’ and then lips hit mine. I struggled to push away but her hold was firm and then she stepped back and looked at me; amazing deep green eyes glinting with amusement and defiance. “So,” she said fixing her gaze on me “Pardon.” OK, not the sharpest reply but the best I could manage. “I’ve been wanting that all evening, did you like it” I couldn’t deny it, I’d never been kissed by a woman before and it was mind blowing “Yes.” I nodded “Good!” and with that she took my hand and led me down the service corridor and into the storeroom. As the door slammed shut she flicked the latch and turned to me, pulling me in for another deep kiss. I didn’t resist, I surrendered. Her tongue probing my mouth, I could taste the Proseco she’d been drinking. I slipped my tongue forward, meeting hers, touching her lips, feeling the tackiness of her lipstick. My pussy was flooding and my nipples were aching and I was alight with desire. It had been weeks since I’d fucked and I was so horny and this woman, this ...

... stranger was so hot. “Get those fucking shorts off now,” she snapped at me as she stepped back. No hesitation, I pulled the tight Lycra down my thighs revealing my shaven snatch, just a tiny patch of brown curls above my lips. She had stepped over to a spare keg and perched on the edge “Get over her and squat on my leg,” she ordered, and I’m happy to oblige. The leather was smooth and soft against my inflamed slit. “Fuck my leg, you heard me FUCK my leg BITCH” And, God help me, I did. I started to rub against her leg. I could feel the leather rubbing against my lips, see my juices smearing along her shin and on the knee as I fucked her leg. She cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples through the silky material and I kept fucking her leg awaiting her next instruction. “Uurrrhhh,” I was moaning as my release rushed toward me. And then she pushed, me away, the bitch. “You don’t cum until I have.” She smiled at me and unfastened the waistband of her trousers “Boots!” I stepped forward and bent to remove her ankle boots. She was still perched on the keg and I pulled the trousers down by the ankles. Now I could see she was wearing no panties, just sheer black holdups and she lifted her legs, placing her heels on the keg edges. Her pussy flushed with her arousal, a semi trimmed mop of bright red hair wet with her juice glinting to adorn it. She just looked at me and I knew what I must do. I knelt between her legs and inhaled her scent. I looked up at her eyes, those deep green eyes ...