One evening while bartending, HE walks into the bar. You recognize the type. You recognize the type. The intimidating, confident alpha male who demands that everyone acknowledge his presence. His dark eyes and mannerisms indicate that he is quiet. But his smile says he wants me. Mr. Casen is nervous and full of desire.
He finds his way to the bar. I prepare Macallan thirty for him neatly. Casen doesn’t come in often, but I have learned that when he does, it’s because it’s been a rough day at work. After waiting for two hours, he asks for his check and fills in all the information. But tonight, he decided to wait and continue to wait.
I returned to him and inquired if he had any other questions. I can feel the warmth of his gaze on me before he responds. After what seemed to be an eternity of looking at his handsome face, he tells me he wanted to be sure I got tonight’s tip. While it is not uncommon for individuals to want their bartender to get the tip, there was something in the way he said it that indicated that he wasn’t talking about the money.
He gives me the receipt, along with a businesscard, and then leaves. He had left a note and his home address on the backside of the business card. “come by after your shift.”
My shift ends after a long, anxious night. I send Casen a message to ask if I am still available, even though it is two in the morning. He immediately responds with “the front door is unlocked.” I drive over to his home which isn’t far from the bar and as I approach his front door, Casen opens it wearing nothing but purple, silk boxers.
I am still taking in his athletic physique as I walk inside. I feel myself growing against my jeans. I move closer to him, closing the distance between us. I touch his chest with my hands and kiss his lips. He pulls my arms in front of him and guides me against the wall. His tongue is almost inextricably linked to mine, and I can feel his member growing and pressing against mys. He moves from my mouth to my jaw and kisses my cheeks while simultaneously stroked my raging cock. He kisses me on the cheek and whispers. “on your knees.”
You do what you’re told by a man so intimidating and attractive as he is. I gently lift him from his boxers and drop to my knees. I stroke his full, thick cock and inhale his intoxicating scent. I open my mouth, and then slowly move my tongue along his silky shaft. Finally, I take him deep into my throat. He holds my head with both hands, as if he was holding me in place. He quickly moves his hips, and he fucks me deep and hard.
He stops and helps me get to my feet, as he leads me to the bedroom. “Here, make yourself comfortable,” He says this as he touches the bed. I get up and take a seat, as he goes into another room. A few minutes later, he returns to my bedroom with the black liberator wedge pillow complete with handcuffs in cheetah prints. He puts it next to me and then moves to stand in front of my legs. He kisses me, hard.
My hands start to move along his muscular trunk. My finger trails down his chest to his belly button to the much loved “happy trail”. Slowly, I trail my finger along his hairline until he reaches his pubic bone. I take him in my hands and stroke him. He mumbles, grateful, and wraps my hand around my neck. “I want you,” He moans as he takes my boxers off of my hips.
He gently pushes and kisses me on the back, then takes me in his arms. He sucking me for several moments before rolling me on my stomach. “Lay over the pillow.” He commands. I do as I’m told, and the pillow hikes my hips up into the air, leaving me completely exposed. He wraps his arms around my wrists and runs his fingers down my back, burying his lips in mine. He stops to spit on my fingers, and starts to insert them into me. Begin gently, but he will get more rough the louder I moan.
“Please” I beg.
“I want you inside me!” I beg.
I can hear the foil tearing from the condom as he pauses. He slowly inserts himself into me, filling all of my desires.
“Harder!” I beg.
He moans deeply, “I knew you were the one.”
He grabs my hair and strokes it in rhythm with his other hand. I feel like I’m in an orgasm, and he makes deep, powerful thrusts.
I smile at him and say “Damn right I’m the one! Now, remove the restraints.”
He removes the handcuffs and I roll him over so he’s laying on his back I position myself between his legs, inhaling his sweet musk and locking eyes with him before taking him in my mouth again, sucking him until he fills my mouth with his warm, salty, yet sweet cum.
31-year-old me is a record specialist at a utility company. While I love my job and find it rewarding, it can also be stressful. That is why writing allows me to take a break.