Bartender Threesome

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I could feel the vibrations of the music deep in my chest as I danced, unable to control my urge to move. Dancing was an incredible release and I loved that I could completely lose myself on the floor, immersed in the energy and heat around me as other people writhed together. Butts rubbed into crotches, hands clutched at flesh and lips locked in inebriated moments of passion. My friend Shannon was over at the bar, just watching as she’d never really seen the allure of shaking ones body to a beat when you could be talking up the hunk serving drinks.

From time to time I would join her, fighting through a crowd of people that behaved like a single organism that crushed into and eventually absorbed all that it found in its path. Out of breath I would sidle up to Shannon, wrapping an arm around her waist and asking “Ma’am, is this man here bothering you?”, nodding towards the bartender. He would gleam a smile in our direction while pouring myriad drinks for the throng, and Shannon and I would fall into conversation together.

Towards the end of the night, only after my legs began to feel like gelatin and my clothing damp with sweat, I permanently took up residence beside Shannon on a stool, where we both bought a few drinks for last call and spent our time flirting, both with the bartender, and together. We had been friends throughout our first years in college, and were not strangers to experimentation. I fondly remembered those few nights we had buried ourselves in blankets and explored each other’s bodies with nervous tongues and lips.

Feeling warm and euphoric, I leaned over to whisper in her ear, suggesting that perhaps the fun didn’t have to end at the bar this evening, and we could invite Mr. Hot Bartender home. Her eyes got wide for a second, and then a sly smile spread across her lips. I watched as she crossed her legs and leaned onto the bar, her breasts heaving behind the sheer black fabric of her shirt. I admired the soft curls of hair around her ears and imagined myself kissing her there.

The bartender’s name was Ben, and of course he hadn’t refused Shannon’s advances. I’m sure that learning it was a two for one deal helped a bit. We all crammed into my car since I always spent more of my night dancing than drinking, and I drove us to Shannon’s two bedroom townhouse. Dropping our coats on the floor once inside, we laughed and talked our way down the hall, and soon found ourselves in a heap on the bed. Shannon’s room was lush, and the bed was canopied and hidden by rich red fabrics. A heap of soft velvety pillows and feather blankets made it even more inviting.

Slowly, Shannon and I removed Ben’s clothing, kissing his body all over, and stopping to kiss each other from time to time. When we reached his underwear, we paused and looked at him with wicked grins. Then, we teased him by kissing each other’s lips, sucking and smacking, our tongues tangling just above his now very hard cock. It turned me on to hear him let out a groan and I took his balls into the palm of my hand. Shannon gripped the shaft of his cock and we continued to kiss deeply, but now fondled and stroked Ben’s dick while we were at it.

Naturally we found ourselves out of our clothes and were rubbing our bodies together and all over Ben. I loved the way Shannon’s breasts felt against my skin, how the small patch of hair between her legs would tickle my thigh, and how Ben’s cock was now throbbing and gleaming with saliva and pre-cum all over it. With Shannon’s encouragement, I straddled Ben, slowly inching his dick inside of me, watching as he closed his eyes and noting that the muscles along his jaw had grown tight. Shannon moved and soon Ben’s face was buried between her legs as she straddled him so that she could face me.

Both of us rocked together, our hands pinching and stroking one another’s breasts and nipples, our lips locked together in a heated kiss, while I fucked Ben below me and he suckled Shannon’s pussy. I remember hearing a muffled sound and Ben thrust his hips hard, shoving his shaft deep inside me where he released his cum in a long shuddering orgasm. Shannon reached down and smeared his essence over my clit and soon she had me bucking wildly. My eyes had been closed but I heard her let out a primal sound and knew that she too was cumming.

We left Ben in a slippery heap on the bed, half awake and half asleep, trying to convince us not to go. Shannon took my hand and we both laughed our way out the door.

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