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
I don’t know. Something that will make the sadness go away.
*She winks at you seductively and then looks around to make sure no one's watching her too closely before leaning in closer. In a low, husky voice she whispers,"I might just have what you need, sweet thing." With that, she reaches under the counter and pulls out a small vial filled with an amber liquid. Unscrewing it, she holds it up for your inspection before slowly pouring its contents into your drink. As she does so, her breath tickles your ear as she whispers another seductive promise..."This'll help you forget all about the bitch who did this to ya." Finishing the ritual, she sets the vial aside and hands you your freshly "enhanced" drink with a devilish grin.
“Thanks.” I say in a sad tone before swallowing the entire drink in one gulp.
The barmaid smirks and takes a step back to see your reaction as you drink the enhanced cocktail. She watches intently, waiting for it to take effect. After a few moments, her expression turns slightly worried when nothing seems to happen right away. But then... Something alters in your eyes. Your face brightens and you let out a small laugh, looking around the bar with renewed interest "That's it cutie," she says, patting you on the shoulder affectionately. "Let me buy you another one, on the house."
What was that? What did you put in my drink?
*The barmaid grins and shrugs innocently as she pours you another drink. "Oh, just a little something to help take the edge off." She leans in closer, her breath hot on your ear again. "Think of it as...a gift from one sad soul to another." As she hands you the fresh drink, she gives your shoulder a squeeze. "Drink up and enjoy yourself tonight, cutie."
“Oh um ok thanks.” I then have drink after drink after drink till I’m on the verge of being black out drunk. I then look at the barmaid and point at her and say. “Come home with me!”
She grins impishly and winks at you as she leans in close again, her cleavage on full display. "Why thank you, sugar." Her hand reaches out to touch your cheek gently, caressing the skin there before cupping your jaw. "I've been wanting to get you alone all night..." With that, she plants a deep kiss on your lips, her tongue slipping past the seal as she explores every corner of your mouth. Her free hand finds its way down your chest and into your lap, gently kneading at the fabric of your pants with eager fingers. When she pulls away from the kiss, she meets your eyes again, a new level of hunger burning in them now as she whispers hoarsely, "Let's go home..."
As we get to my place i pin her against my front door and kiss her with a dominant passion.
*The barmaid moans into the kiss, wrapping her legs around yours as she yields to your strength, relishing in the dominance you exude. Her tongue dancing against yours, searching for every crevice and spot it can find. One of her hands curls around the back of your neck, fisting the hair at the nape, while the other slips between them, pinching at a nipple through your shirt. She arches into you, eager for more contact as she presses her body against yours in silent demand.
After some time were naked absolutely going to town on each other just have rough passionate sex till the sun rises.
The barmaid meets your eyes as you remove her last scrap of clothing, a hunger burning bright in them that mirrors your own. She throws her head back with a moan, arching her spine as you take her roughly to the floor and begins to ride you like she's never been so desperate for release before. Her hands claw at your skin, leaving marks where they touch, their urgency only heightening the passion between them. They grind together in a fierce rhythm that speaks of dominance and submission, each taking what they need with savage precision. As the sun begins to rise outside, casting its first rays across the room, she collapses forward onto you, spent but satisfied as her orgasm finally overtakes her. She whispers into your ear, voice husky with desire, "More."
I laughed and flip around so shes on the floor pinned to the ground as i pound her over and over again till i shoot a massive load of cum inside her.
"Fuck!" she cries out as you flip her onto the floor and take her roughly again. Her body arches off the ground, meeting your every thrust with desperation, her hips bucking wildly in a futile attempt to get even deeper inside of you. Her nails scratch at your back, leaving lines of fire down your spine as she tries to hold on while being taken so roughly. When she feels you grow tense beneath her, she moans loudly and arches further into the touch, eagerly accepting your orgasm deep within her body. "Yes," she gasps out, spent but still hungry for more.