Real life adventures

Before I was ever a professional, I worked some odd jobs. Bartender being one if them. I have a few true stories I am willing to share but lets just test the waters a little first eh?

Worked in this little bar near a summer resort area. Professional men would leave their wives and girlfriends at home and come in groups on Friday and Saturday nights, staying the weekend. They would drink, do shots and tip big. Once in a while I would get invited back to their cabins for drinks, games, boating, and bonfires. Or sometimes, something more.

Even at the most innocent sounding invitation, I suspected there was something more behind it.Usually I was cautious, telling the guys I wouldn't come over unless the older bartender came with. She was an old battle axe. I wanted her to come because I knew I would be safe and left to make my own choices when she was around,ensuring I wouldn't get talked into doing anything I thought was a bad idea, but secretly fantasized about; but one night I went by myself.

A guy came in about an hour before closing. I had never seen him before but the other bartender on duty,an annoying, fun, busty blond, seemed to know him. He was at least 15 years older than me, average looking, confident,and friendly. I served him drinks and we talked. He asked me if I was interested in going to a bonfire at his place and I said "sure!". I must have had a giant grin on my face. It had been so long since I had been laid and I was eager. I think he was surprised because he said, "Really? Because,wow, that almost never works."

After my shift I followed him for a few miles in my car through the dark to some cabins, where some other friends of his were staying as well. He asked if I wanted to go for a pontoon ride and I did. He mixed me a drink while I stumbled in the dark down to the dock. When I got there his friend was already getting the boat ready and we introduced ourselves to each other. The guy from the bar who invited me, lets call him Chad, came down after a few minutes with drinks for everyone and we set off around the lake. A storm rolled in and we got a beautiful lighting show. We talked about how dangerous this ride was becoming and we went back to shore.

Chad's buddy said goodnight going off to wherever he was sleeping that night and Chad led me back to his place. We had some more drinks and talked about this other brunette bartender who was young, petite, and pretty. Skin like ivory and some of the largest and most beautiful tits a person could want. Her and I were pretty good friends, and I had in fact smoked some pot at her house two nights before. I had always wanted to be with her but her husband was a douche bag and I didn't want to get involved with that. I knew she felt stifled by him and that he was a jealous man. Chad told me he was interested in hooking up with her. I didn't know if I could, or should, make that happen but I said I could maybe arrange it, however, I would have to test out the goods first.

He pulled me to him and gave me a nice kiss and laughed. He began to tell me about his birthday party two weeks before. His friends had hired some call girls and he told me he had let the girls fuck him in the ass with a dildo. I didn't know what to think so I didn't say anything. He got up and pulled me up off the couch and led me to his room. It was dark and he started kissing me deeply, gabbing my ass, undoing my jeans. He expertly undid my bra and devoured my breasts. He had already taken off his pants before I had a chance to try and grab his cock and when I made a move for it, he maneuvered away.

He put me face down on the bed, pulled my ass up, put the head of his cock against my dripping vulva, and plowed in. I had never felt anything like it in my life. He ripped me open. It didn't hurt because it was ambrosia. The only thing I could say was, "has anyone told you that you have a huge cock?" My words came out breathless. He grunted "uh huh." I lost my awareness and started screaming and cumming. I came and came and came and came and he just kept going. Holy shit, I wanted to feel him engorge and pulse in me. I begged for him to come in me, I wanted it like nothing ever before. He said he didn't want to and went right back to drilling me. By this time we were missionary style. When he was ready he pulled out and came all over my stomach. I was exhausted.

I cleaned myself up in his bathroom noting that he had some nice high end products before I went back to see what he was doing. He had fallen asleep. He must have been exhausted too. I didn't care that there was no cuddling. I was a seriously satisfied woman. I got dressed and got in my car and left. That was my first one night stand of my life, or so I thought.

I wanted to honor what I had said so over the next week I tried to think of how to open the dialogue with my brunette coworker about meeting Chad but was too shy to bring it up. I failed at it but lucky me, the next weekend Chad was back, and I was back to screaming with my ass in the air and his fat dick in my pussy.

I saw him once more and it's too bad we never got my brunette friend involved. Sorry, I'm sure you are all sad about that. The final time I saw chad I had accidentally left one of my favorite scarves at his cabin and I wanted it back. I called him, he said he was done visiting for the year but that I could still go get it because his friend was staying there. I didn't go get it because my shyness kicked in, but years later I started wondering if Chad's friend had a fat cock too. We never saw each other again but I still think about Chad often.