I had slipped into a dinky alley bar on my way home from work. Work was shite and all that was waiting for me at home was chores and an evening being alone. I decided to stall for a little while longer and drown myself just a bit.
I grabbed a seat near the end of the bar and got a raised eyebrow when I gave him my order. “You’re sure? You don’t want a mixer?” He questioned me as if I was unsure as to what I wanted. “I didn’t stutter, handsome”, I flashed him my sweetest smile. We locked eyes for a hot second, he turned and I saw him fetch my tumbler. Was going to be like that I supposed.
I lost track of time. I danced a few times. I had a couple of drinks. I talked to the bartender. He would refill my tumbler, now when he raises his eyebrow I get the feeling it’s for a different reason. I dance more.
“Come here, I want to show you this.” he says to me. I follow him to the end of the bar. He walks me into a shadow. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me close to him, puts his lips at my ear. In his other hand he’s gripping what looks like a wooden paddle. My eyes widen and flash and I have a sudden realization of what he’s holding. He whispers, “This beer flight paddle could be used for other things, don’t you think? Stay around.” As he begins to loosen his grip on my hair he lightly grazes my neck with his teeth and he gently taps my arse with the paddle.
It was all in a moment but left me wet. Oh I would be staying.
I gather myself and get back to the bar. Bartender walks over, “Another? Or may I suggest something.” He stares at me. I hold his gaze until my eyes begin to burn. I slowly blink, “I’ll have whatever you suggest.” Here we go.
Only a few minutes later a paddle was placed in front of me, maybe the same one from before, this time with four small glasses filled with different whiskies. Not unpleasant. The bartender looks at me over the glasses. “Enjoy these now, enjoy that later.” My mouth opened to speak but a word didn’t form so I just closed it. I nodded my head in response. Yes. A nodded head yes. That was all I could do.
I wanted to know what the lines of the tattoo on his chest led to.
His shoulders are fucking huge.
The night continued. I enjoyed the whiskey and danced a bit. The bar began to clear just as I was finishing my last tiny glass. “Good timing,” I mused. “Do you mind if I leave my car here overnight? I’m going to call a ride. I’ll be back early. Promise.” Bartender looked at me with this funny almost mischievous smile, “Oh baby, I don’t mind if your car stays. You’re not going anywhere either. You are staying right here with me. You and all of – that. Remember baby. We’re going to see what we can do with this.” He picks up the flight paddle sending glasses shattering to the floor, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him his teeth were on my neck and my head was spinning.
Before I knew what was happening I was on my knees in front of him, his hard cock hanging to tempt me, dripping. Just as I look up at him he grabs the back of my head and pushes his cock down my throat. I keep my eyes locked on his, he sees mine fill with water when his dick pushes against the back of my throat, making me gag. He watches me struggle to not vomit as he gags me by continuing to shove his cock deep into my throat. He sees the water run from my eyes. But he also feels how it fills my mouth.
And it makes me wet.
“It’s time we use this paddle Darcy.” I looked at him with wide eyes for just a moment. “Oh yes, I know your name.” He smiled and chuckled. “Let’s go. Over my knee.” On the inside I’m smiling because I know this is easy, I was afraid that he would “Actually Darcy, on the bar. Naked. Now. All fours. Now.”
There is broken glass I’m trying to avoid. The bartender is standing over me gripping the paddle. His cock is hard but not as hard as when I was sucking him. He’s still dressed anyway, just has his dick out. I’m the one that’s exposed, totally fucking naked. But I’d be lying it I didn’t admit that I wasn’t excited. I am. I’m fucking dripping wet.
I’m shifting to move glass when suddenly my breath is taken by a blow to my arse so hard I can’t even think for a moment. It stings like a hornet and before it begins to ebb another and then another. No give in a wooden paddle makes the sting unrelenting yet also pleasurable. There’s a mix between what hurts and what feels good that is such a strange sensation. Such an odd fucking turn-on. But it’s still a turn-on.
With each smack of the paddle, no matter how hard I try to steady myself, I’m not able to hold myself up. I begin to crumble. First I’m down on my forearms, with my ass in the air. I spread my legs a bit. The bartender seems to like that. The smacks are harder and come a little closer together. Several times he runs his hand up and down my spine and around my ass. He slid his whole hand up and down my slit, playing with my clit – never slipping a finger inside my pussy – always teasing. He was just leaving me pulsing, nearly begging. Then he would smack me hard again with that fucking paddle.
The longer this went on I went from resting on my forearms, to lying on my stomach altogether. I could feel bits of glass grinding into my skin. I didn’t even care. I was being tortured. I could feel the bartender’s cock on my ass, his hand in my hair, on my spine. His hands were in my slit, all over my ass, he would tease me with the tip of his dick. I would push up, rise my ass in the air, dripping wet. He was dripping too, watching me struggle.
Rather than sink deep into me, he would rub my ass, slide his hand across my slit making me fucking drip, and then deliver a gut-wrenching blow with the fucking paddle. I would hear him moan a little and I could see his cock get a bit harder and drip. That made me even wetter. Fuck. I thought I wanted him to just fuck me but maybe I didn’t. This was such amazing fucking torture. I was nearly having an orgasm and he was barely even touching my clit.
Yanking my hair, “What do you want Darcy?” he asked. My chance, my choice. “Anything! Fuck! Anything you want! Just don’t stop.” I responded. “I won’t stop until I’m finished with you.” He smiled but there was something almost evil and dark. It stirred something in me. It made me even hotter.
I felt the paddle on the back of my neck. It pushed my forehead to the bar, I raised my arms to rest them there. He ran the paddle down my back, my ass in the air, my head to the bar, on my knees. When he reached my arse he began to circle my cheeks then he tapped each one. Felt like nothing after the smacks he had been giving. I didn’t make a sound, I was actually holding my breath. He circled a few more times. Smacked a little harder. I breathed a little heavy at the blows.
He spread my legs a bit wider.
My heart started to race a wee bit faster. Anticipation or fear I wasn’t sure. Probably both. I felt the paddle slide up the inside of my leg. Then the other. Okay.
He spread my legs a bit wider.
I was fully at his mercy now. Full yoga pose. Forehead on the bar, arms in front of me. My ass was in the air and my knees very far apart. Suddenly I felt the paddle between my legs, in my slit. He didn’t move it – only allowed my clit to pulse around it. The wood had the oddest, smooth, cold sensation. My pussy felt like it was trying to grab it. I wanted to fuck that bartender so badly and he was teasing me and driving me insane. He was getting off. Dripping.
I raised my head and nearly growled. The sound from me was primal. I wanted to be fucked. I began to raise and lower my hips, hoping I could grind against the paddle. “Do you need to be fucked that badly Darcy? Is that it? Mmmmm I see.” he moaned as he talked. He was slowly moving the paddle. “If it’s that bad, then how would you feel about me fucking you with the handle of this paddle Darcy? This isn’t a discussion. I’m just letting you know. You’ll like it, you’ve loved it so far. You’re going to be fucked.” With that the smooth, cold, wood left my pulsing clit throbbing and the long, bulbous, rubber handle of the paddle dipped deep into my pussy. I cried out and the bartender began to work it in and out slowly. He would pull it out almost completely, then slowly slide all the way in; then he would pull back out and slam in quickly. It felt mesmerizing. Occasionally he would lick his finger and touch my clit when he was sliding it in. My god.
When I felt like I was in a trance I felt his hand on my ass. His fingers dipping into my pussy, getting wet and bringing the juices to my ass, getting it wet. His dick is so fucking hard and dripping. He rubs his own juice on his cock. He spits on my ass, rubs it across my hole, and slides his hard dick into my ass. Fuck me, what an explosion. Yes, this – this is what I want! Fuck me like this!
It hurts, it’s dirty, it’s taboo – and it’s exactly what I fucking want. He was fucking both holes at the same time, watching it happen. And he was going to make me cum. When he slipped inside of my ass I saw fucking stars. He’s still fucking me with the paddle and now he’s fucking my ass in rhythm. I will cum soon. I grab my own nipple and pinch hard. “Fuck! Fuck me harder!” I cry out. He grabs my hip with his free hand and picks up speed in my ass. Each time he slides to his tip I feel this strange sensation and I focus on what he’s doing to my pussy, how the rubber on the handle is rubbing my g-spot and is so close to pushing me over the edge; then he shoves his dick balls deep into my ass and it literally takes my breath. I cry out, fall forward tits slamming into the bar, glass embedding into my skin, the handle of the paddle shoving so far into my pussy I can feel it in my ribs. But I can also feel his knuckles against my clit. It’s at this moment, when he goes through this motion one more time that I explode.
At the same time he erupted into my ass my juice dripped down his knuckles and onto his hand and wrist. My cunt gripped the handle of the paddle just as tightly as my ass did the bartender’s cock. Neither let go easily.
As we climbed down from the bar I began to gather my clothes. “Darcy, you’re sparkling. The glass.” he motioned toward my chest. There were tiny pieces that looked like they were embedded in my skin but they didn’t hurt. There were a lot on my forearms and some along my hairline too. “Come with me. You’re not leaving tonight. Let’s get you cleaned up.” he took my hand. I must have looked confused. “I live in the back,” he said.
“Shower, let’s get that glass out. Except for maybe a few pieces. You are a fairy after all, right? Don’t they sparkle?” He sure did know a lot about me. What the fuck. He looked back over his shoulder at me. I found my voice, “Hey, I don’t even know” He interrupted me, “Oh yeah fuck. I’m Niall. That was fucking rude of me.”
“Come now my shimmering fuck toy.”