A Barmaid's Tale - Part 1. The Benefits Package - Sex Stories

A Barmaid's Tale - Part 1. The Benefits Package

... hanging over the belt on his jeans.

My hands moved to unbuckle his belt. Leaning forward, and undoing the button on his jeans, I whispered in his ear, “Does your wife suck your cock, Mal?”

“She hasn’t done that in years,” he trembled, as I unzipped him and prised the straining member from the prison of his jeans. Moaning, he pulled the crop top up and cupped my firm teenage tits.

Wrapping a hand around the thick shaft and stroking it slowly, I nibbled on his ear and asked, “Well, if Jane won’t, how about, as your reward, I suck your dick, Mal?”

He nodded eagerly in response, before lowering his mouth onto each of my nipples in turn. He flicked and teased them with his tongue, making me moan softly whilst I wanked him with gentle, gliding movements. Releasing him from my grasp, I slid down to my knees in the confined space between the counters. Looking up at the middle-aged man, with his manhood sticking out beneath the round expanse of his belly, I held his cock up and began to lick and suck his balls.

Smiling at the landlord, I pulled his length down towards my mouth. Then, eyes twinkling with mischief, I used a hand to work the shaft, whilst teasing the spongy head with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh my God, Tiff,” Mal sighed, his hands running through my hair. Repositioning, I parted my lips and took Mal’s glans into my mouth. Twirling my tongue around the delicate underside, I placed my small hands on his hairy thighs. Then, easing him inch by inch until I ...

... had him deep inside my mouth, I began to bob up and down on his hard meat.

“Good girl,” he groaned, gripping my head and guiding me as clucking noises filled the air.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled me firmly away, my lips moist with spit and pre-cum.

“Much more of that, and I wouldn’t be able to give you your treat,” he grinned, lifting me to my feet.

“Ohhh, what’s my treat, then,” I giggled, as he pushed me forward onto the counter, yanked down my shorts, and spread my legs. Placing a hand on the small of my back, he used the other hand to pull my knickers to one side and position his glans so that it was nestling up against my mound.

“My fat cock in your cunt,” he grunted, pushing home in one fluid motion.

“Fucckkkkkk,” I screamed, my eyes widening as he entered me. Without pausing, he began to take me whilst pinning me down on the counter. Moaning in response to each deep lunge, I reached out to grip the wooden edge of the bar.

“Fuck you’re tight,” Mal panted, his hands gripping my hips and his fat belly slapping against my arse with each repeated thrust; his cock making me scream as it plunged deep into my teenage pussy. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you; you like me fucking your tight little cunt, eh,” he growled, slapping my bum, which I had willingly arched and pushed back against his throbbing cock.

“I fuckin’ love it," I wailed, my tight young body shuddering as the older man took me bent over the bar. For someone who clearly didn’t take ...