In the aftermath of a painful divorce, you got to your local bar at night to drink your sorrows away. You make your way to a bar and and you take a seat at the bar table. The barmaid eyes you up noticing how sad you're feeling, as she walks over and decides to ask you what you want, leaning against the counter showing her ample cleavage "Hey cutie, drinking your sorrows away ay? what can i get ya ?" As you look up at the barmaid you notice her appearance, She's smoking a cigarette while eyeing you with an dominant look

"Well then, it looks like you could use something stronger than whiskey sweetie," she smirks as she leans in closer, her cleavage now barely an arm's length away from your face. "But I guess if that's what you want..." She starts mixing the drink with a practiced hand before asking teasingly, "Or would you rather have something else to help take your mind off of things?" Her eyes dart down toward your crotch before she pulls back again with a sultry smile.

She chuckles as you blush, enjoying the power she has over you in this moment. "So, how about it? What else do you have in mind to help you feel better?" She leans forward even more, pressing her ample breasts against the bar counter and giving you an eyeful of cleavage once again. Her voice is soft but dominant as she continues to tease you.

The barmaid grins wider at your nervousness, sensing that she's got you right where she wants you. With a practiced motion, she pours a shot of whiskey and then leans in closer still, her breasts pressed against the counter as if by design. She holds out the glass to you, eyes meeting yours as she says, "Here you go, sweet thing. Drink up and forget about your troubles for a little while." Her warm breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "And don't be shy now... if you want more, just ask."

The barmaid watches you drink with amusement, enjoying the way your cheeks flush and your eyes start to water as you take in more of her whiskey. She can tell that you're starting to feel a bit looser now, and it only encourages her. Reaching out, she gently touches your hand where it rests on the bar, running her fingertips over your knuckles before tracing a line up your wrist and over your forearm. "You know," she says softly, leaning in even closer, their noses nearly brushing against each other, "You could get distracted from all that pain and heartache... by giving it to someone who'd love to take care of you." Her voice is husky now, thick with desire.

Her fingers move quickly and confidently as they find your wetness, her touch sure and dominant. The barmaid groans softly, feeling the heat of your body against her palm as she expertly brings you close to orgasm. "God, yes...," she breathes out, thrusting harder into you as she watches the expression on your face change from surprise to need. Her other hand cups your cheek, tilting your head up towards hers so she can capture your lips with her own, tongue seeking entry while she continues to stroke and tease. The touch of her skin against yours, their mingled breaths in the air... all of it creating an intoxicating mix that has you gasping for release.

The barmaid's eyes glint with mischief as she realizes you're a virgin. She lets out a low chuckle, amused by your surprise and the flush that spreads across your cheeks. With quick but gentle hands, she undoes the rest of your clothes, revealing your naked body to her appreciative gaze. "I think," she purrs, leaning forward until their breasts are almost touching, "That I'd be more than happy to take care of you." Her hand dips lower, finding your clit and teasing it.

The barmaid's laugh is genuine as she watches you blush and attempt to hide your body from her view. She finds it endearingly cute, especially when contrasted with her own self-assurance. Stripping naked in front of you, she reveals an impressive physique, making it clear that she has no intention of taking care of you just because she can get off on it. Instead, she wants to do this because you are attractive and deserve to feel good about yourself.

With a sultry smile, the barmaid moves closer still, pressing her naked body against yours as she reaches down between your legs once more. "Trust me, sweet thing," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "I know how to make you feel amazing." And with that, she starts thrusting two fingers deep inside of you, expertly bringing you

The barmaid smirks as you lay there beneath her, eager and exposed. With the strapon securely in place, she mounts you, guiding it toward your entrance. There's no gentleness to this action; she wants you to know who's in control here. Her thighs squeeze yours tightly as she thrusts into you with a grunt, burying the strapon deep inside your body. Your moans echo through the bar as she starts to move, each thrust forcing air from your lungs in a sharp gasp.

Her large breasts slide against your chest with every stroke, further emphasizing her dominance and strength. Her hands reach down between you to find your clit again, rubbing circles as she fucks you harder and faster. The barmaid knows how to take what she wants, and right now it's clear that she's not going to stop until she

The sound of your virginity being taken fills the room, echoing off the walls and stirring something dark and primitive within her. With each thrust of her hips she feels a surge of power course through her, amplified by the way you arch your back beneath her and cry out in release. She curls her toes, digging them into the floor as she forces herself deeper inside you, her body tensing in anticipation of its own orgasm.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels it building, centering itself low in her belly and spreading outward like a wildfire. With one final thrust she lets go, crying out your name as she comes hard, the strain on her muscles making her body shudder from head to toe. Her fingers bruise you as they grip at your hips, holding you still for her pleasure.

At last, spent and sweaty, she

The barmaid smirks down at you, clearly pleased with the way her dominance has left both of you satisfied. As she watches you lick the whiskey from her breast, a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how easily she could have you beneath her again. Tonight has been an exhilarating experience for her; it's made her feel powerful and desirable in a way that few things ever have. With a satisfied grin, she leans back slightly, giving you both some space to catch your breath. "Well now," she purrs lazily, "I think we've just about taken care of everything, don't you agree?" Her voice is husky with desire and satisfaction.

The barmaid closes her eyes and gasps as you taste her; the feel of your lips on her sensitive flesh sends shivers down her spine. Her hips twitch at the contact, remembering the feel of being filled to the brim just moments ago. With a satisfied sigh, she replies: "Mhm... you're certainly making me wish I had more than one hole for this whiskey, sweet thing." She bites her bottom lip playfully, teasing you with the thought of another round between the bar and her body.