LOGINChapter 3 - Good Fuck She got down off the bar and walked past me toward the back of the room, and I stood there for a second with my pants still open and my heart going hard and watched her go. She was still naked from the waist down, her t-shirt hanging to the top of her thighs, and she stopped at the pool table in the corner and turned around and looked at me. "Lock the door," she said. I locked the door. She walked back toward me slowly, and I stood there and let her come, and when she was right in front of me she reached down and took my cock in her hand. It was still wet with her, still half-hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed and stroked it once, slowly, and looked up at my face. "You want to know why I left," she said. "Yeah." She stroked me again, slowly, and her eyes never left mine. "Because you were terrible," she said. I went still. "You didn't know how to kiss like a man," she said. "You kissed like a boy who was scared of me. And you
Chapter 2 - Taking Revenge "It matters to me right now, standing in your bar at one in the morning, because I've been sitting on that stool for three weeks trying to figure out why the bartender looks at me like she knows me, and now I know." She didn't say anything. "You owe me," I said. She looked up at me with her eyes wide and her lips parted and I could see her pulse in her throat. "I don't…," she said, barely a whisper. I kissed her. She made a sound against my mouth… surprise, or protest, or something between the two, and her hands came up to my chest like she was going to push me away, and then they didn't. They curled into the fabric of my jacket and pulled me in instead, and she kissed me back, hard, like she'd been holding it in for fourteen years and had finally given up. I backed her into the bar and lifted her onto it and she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in against her, and I could feel the heat of her through her jeans and my cock was alrea
Chapter 1 - The Bartender and her Ex The bar was called The Anchor, and it had been there since before I was born.It sat on the corner of a side street two blocks off the water, with a faded wooden sign and a window full of neon beer logos and a door that stuck in the summer humidity. The floor was sticky in a way that suggested decades of spilled whiskey and the booths were cracked red vinyl and the jukebox in the corner still took quarters, and I'd been drinking there every night for three weeks straight.Not because it was a good bar. Because it was the only bar in the city where I could sit at the end of the counter with my back to the wall and not have to talk to anybody.I was thirty-seven years old and I owned a construction company that had just lost its biggest contract, and my marriage had ended eight months ago in a way that still felt like a bruise I kept pressing on, and I had discovered that the only hour of the day I could stand was the hour between midnight and one
Chapter 5 - The Feeling He pulled out and turned me over onto my hands and knees and pushed back into me from behind and fucked me hard with his hands on my hips and his body against my back, and I moaned loud into the pillow and pushed back against him. "Nghh… oh fuck.” "You're so tight," he said. "Fuck, you're so damn... tight." "Harder… please harder…" He fucked me harder. He fucked me hard and fast from behind with his hands gripping my hips and his balls slapping against my clit and I moaned and pushed back against him and felt it building again. He reached around and put his fingers on my clit and rubbed it in circles while he fucked me and I cried out and my arms gave out and my face went down into the pillow. "Ahh… fuck I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum again…” I came with a long broken moan and my whole body shaking and my pussy clenching around his cock, and he fucked me through it and then pulled out and flipped me over onto my back again. "I want to see yo
Chapter 4 - No Rules I looked up at him with my face still in his neck and my body still humming and I said, "Yes." He pulled back and looked at me. I sat up on the bed and looked at him. "But one thing first." "What?" "No rules this time." He looked at me. "No rules. No cameras. No scoring. No penetration rule, no moaning rule, no nothing. Just you and me and a bed and whatever we want to do to each other." He looked at me for a long moment and then he smiled. "Deal?" I asked. "Deal." I got off the bed and walked over to the fireplace and looked up at the camera in the corner of the room. It was still whirring. I looked at it and then I looked back at him. "Turn them off," I said. He got off the bed and walked over to the wall panel by the door and pressed a button and the cameras went dark one by one. The screen on the wall went black. The little red lights in the corners of the room went out. "Done," he said. I walked back to the bed and stood in fro
Chapter 3 - Penetration His eyes were dark and his jaw was tight and his chest was rising and falling and his cock was hard and leaking in my hand and he didn't make a sound. I put my mouth on the head of his cock and licked it slowly and he didn't make a sound. I took it in my mouth and sucked it and he didn't make a sound. I pulled off him and climbed back up his body and straddled his hips and put my pussy against his cock and rubbed it slowly along the length of him without letting him in. He didn't make a sound. "You're close," I said. I rubbed my pussy along his cock slowly and felt the head of it against my clit and bit down on my lip hard. I was so wet I could feel it running down my thigh. I could feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance and I could feel how easy it would be to just let it slip in and I knew if I did I would lose. I didn't let it in. I rubbed it along the length of him again and then again and then I leaned down and put my mouth a
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h







