Polly Gaston: Behind the bar

"Mmmmmmmm," Buddy groaned desperately jerking his prick up and down. Just imagining the inside of Brandy's ass and how it would suck and squeeze around his cock was enough to drive him mad with lusty hunger. His cock was jerking and pulsing and the cum boiled up in his balls making the crinkled nutsacs into tight orbs of sexy agony.

"Aaahhhggg!" Buddy yelped, forgetting all about Suzie and Jack in the next bed. His mind was full of visions of Brandy and her tight, squeezing virgin asshole. The cum boiled up and there was no way that Buddy could hold it any longer. His cock jerked once more and his balls started to pump. He had a fleeting thought of grabbing for a kleenex but it was too late. His cum splattered out against the sheet and he worked his exploding prick up and down until it finally stopped pumping.

Buddy gave a deep sigh and rolled over to a dry place on the bed. Who was he kidding? He wouldn't dare suggest assfucking to Brandy. She'd be shocked and angry if he even mentioned it.

As Buddy started to fall asleep, he groaned softly. He knew that Brandy would never go for the idea but he couldn't stop thinking about fucking Brandy's hot, clutching asshole.

When Brandy stepped into the bar the next afternoon, she could hardly believe her eyes. All the booths were filled and customers were standing two deep at the bar.

"Hey, Boss Lady," Dave grinned, stepping close to her as she pushed her way to the back of the bar. "That promotion idea of yours sure worked. I just spread the word to a couple of guys and they did the rest."

Brandy had the insane urge to turn and run but she knew better than that. If she welshed out on her bargain, these customers would never come in here again.

"Are you giving out the gold swizzle sticks yet?" Brandy asked, her voice quivering a little.

"Who knows?" Dave shrugged, drawing another beer. "I just threw them in the dispenser. You said it should be random and that's exactly what I'm doing. I don't know if anyone's gotten one yet or not."

As Brandy hurried over to wait on customers in a corner booth, Dave let a wicked grin slide over his face. The bit about putting the gold swizzle sticks in the dispenser was a lie. He had the lucky sticks hidden under the bar. He was going to make sure Brandy got a real good customer for her first fuck.

The door of the bar swung inward and a grin slid across Dave's face as Wes Underwood walked in. The meek little man gave Dave an apologetic smile and slipped between two beefy men at the bar.

"I… I'd like a beer, Dave," Wes said, "that is… when you have time."

Dave drew the beer and stopped before he handed it to Wes. He'd always felt sorry for Wes, married to that church-going Puritan wife of his. If anyone deserved a good fuck, it was Wes. Dave was positive that he didn't get any at home.

Wes gave Dave a curious look as the bartender handed him his beer with a gold swizzle stick in it. "Dave? Just a moment please. Is this something new? I really don't need a stick to stir the beer, you know. Of course it's nice of you to put one in but you can save it for one of the other customers."

"Holy Shit!" the beefy man next to Wes shouted. "Lookee here! You won, fella! Looks like today's your lucky day!"

"Won'?" Wes turned astonished eyes to Dave. "What does he mean, Dave? I won something?"

"You hit the jackpot, Wes," Dave leaned close to the little man's ear. "Just let me whisper exactly what you won."

"Oh, my!" Wes gave a startled squeak and his face turned beet red. "Oh, Dave! I-I'm a married man, you know!"

"So are half of the guys in here and that's not stopping them," Dave grinned. "Have another beer on the house, Wes, and think about it. And take a good look at Brandy over there. Remember, twenty minutes of your favorite thing."

Wes' face was still red as he gulped down his beer. He knew that he ought to leave right now before he was tempted, but he couldn't help but notice Brandy's lovely curved body as she picked up a tray of drinks. Her tits were so lush and rounded that Wes almost choked on his beer. He had a sudden vision of himself, burying his cock between her swelling, heated tits. It was something he'd always wanted to do but he'd never dared to even mention it to Helen. Helen let him do his fucking once a month and she gritted her teeth through the whole thing. She said he could never accuse her of not doing her wifely duty.

Wes might have been meek and mild but his mind was a hotbed of lust as he finished another beer. When he'd married Helen, he'd promised to be faithful but was thrusting his aching cock between Brandy's lovely shimmering tits really being unfaithful? It wasn't actually fucking her, not in the usual manner, at least.

By the time Wes finished his fourth beer his mind was made up. He'd never won anything before in his life and he'd never forgive himself if he didn't take advantage of this good luck. And he didn't want Brandy to feel bad if he didn't turn in his gold stick. She might think that he didn't like her and that certainly wasn't the case. The more Wes stared at Brandy's bouncing tits under the tight top she wore, the more he liked her.

It took Wes more than a half hour to work up his courage. He glanced at his wristwatch and saw that he had another hour before Helen came home from her church meeting. If he was going to do it, it had to be now. He had to be home when Helen got there.

"Er… Dave?" Wes spoke up, his voice emerging in a strained croak. "H-Here's my gold stick. And I'm ready to collect my prize. Wh-when does this happen?"

"Right now!" Dave grinned, slapping Wes on the back. "You just go on back to the office and I'll send Brandy in to you. She'll be really happy, Wes. I saw her look at you a couple of times tonight and I could tell she was hoping you'd be the lucky guy."

Just as soon as Wes left for the office, Dave motioned Brandy over. "Your first lucky customer, Boss Lady," he chuckled. "I think you're going to like this. The lucky man was Wes Underwood!"

"Wes?" Brandy gasped. "Oh, Dave! You can't be serious! Wes Underwood's the meekest little man around."

"Then you'll just have to liven him up a little," Dave grinned. "Let's see how sexy you really are, Brandy. I want to see Wes come out of the office with a big smile on his face."

Brandy hesitated a minute and then she grinned back at Dave. She really was glad that Wes had won. She had met Helen Underwood once and that was enough. Poor Wes wasn't getting any loving at home. She was going to give him a real treat tonight.

Wes looked up and blushed when Brandy opened the office door. He hadn't even taken his clothes off yet and he looked so embarrassed that Brandy had to choke back a giggle. She had to act fast before Wes got cold feet.

"Mmmmmm, I'm really glad you won, Wes," Brandy gave the little man her sexiest smile. "I really like you. I hope you're going to let me give you a real treat tonight, Wes. I'd feel really bad if I thought I didn't turn you on."

"Oh, Good Heavens!" Wes' voice was high and shocked. "I-I don't want you to think that, Brandy!"

"I do turn you on then," Brandy smiled. "I'm so glad to hear that Wes. Let's see… I bet I know what would turn you on even more. I'm going to do a little strip tease, just for you!"

"Oh, my!" Wes wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a monogrammed handkerchief. "I-I'd really like that!"

Brandy stood directly in front of the couch where Wes was sitting. She reached out and pushed him back, placing a pillow behind his head. "You might as well be comfortable," she cooed. "This is your own private little strip, Wes, and I want you to enjoy every minute of it."

Even though the eager expression on Wes Underwood's face was comical, Brandy didn't feel like laughing at him. It was sort of exciting to see how eager he was. Wes was acting like he'd won a million dollars and that made Brandy feel excited too. Never had any man shown so much grateful interest in her!