Chapter 6: Breaking the Bartender
Seraphina watched the bartender's knuckles whiten around the damp cloth he was using to wipe the bar. His gaze, previously detached, was now locked onto the glistening mess between her spread ass cheeks – the remnants of two previous loads leaking down her thighs, her stretched, puffy asshole still visibly open. She gave her hips a deliberate, slow grind against the polished wood, the contact both cooling and stimulating. "I hope you're allowed to fuck the guests," she purred, her voice thick with smoke and promise, rolling her shoulders back to arch her spine further. She reached a hand back, fingers spreading the slick flesh wider, offering herself. "Because this ass is practically begging for that thick cock I see tenting your little apron."
His professional mask fractured. A muscle jumped in his jaw. His breathing hitched, audible even over the ambient murmur and the wet squelch of a woman taking two cocks on a nearby ottoman. He glanced furtively at the other bartender down the line, busy mixing drinks while a man knelt between his legs. "Regulations... suggest... minimal guest contact," he managed, his voice tight. But his cock, straining against the thin fabric of his apron, told a different story. A bead of pre-cum darkened the material.
"Minimal?" Sera scoffed, deliberately rocking her hips, making the rings of her asshole wink. "Looks to me like you're already making contact." She took a drag, blowing the smoke sideways. "C'mon, handsome. No one's watching us specifically. It's just... ambiance." She nudged her ass back again, bumping against the bar's edge right beside his hip. "Don't tell me you polish glasses all shift without wanting to fuck something."
His resolve crumbled. A low groan escaped him as his hand, trembling slightly, dropped the cloth. It landed with a wet slap on the bar top. His fingers, calloused from handling bottles and ice, found the hem of his apron. He pushed it up, freeing his erection – thick, flushed, and already slick at the tip. He wiped his hand hurriedly on the apron’s side before gripping the base of his cock, the other hand settling heavily on Sera’s hip. His touch was rough, unpolished, radiating desperate heat.
"That's it," Seraphina breathed, excitement coiling low in her belly. She braced her forearms on the bar, pushing her ass out further, presenting her well-used hole. "Don't be gentle. Stuff it in. Fuck me like you hate this boring job."
He didn't need telling twice. There was no finesse, no careful alignment. Just the blunt, insistent pressure of his cockhead against her loosened entrance, still slippery with the previous men’s cum. He pushed. Hard.
"FUCK!" Seraphina gasped, the sudden, deep stretch making her fingers scramble against the wood. Her body yielded instantly, the tight muscle surrendering to the invasion, opening wide to swallow his girth deeper than she expected. He bottomed out with a grunt, his balls slapping wetly against her dripping cunt lips, his pubic bone grinding against her ass. He felt huge inside her, stretching her rectum in a delicious, burning ache. "Oh fuck yes... fist me with that cock, you bastard!"
He held still for a second, buried to the root, breathing raggedly against her back. The sheer, intrusive fullness was exquisite. Then he pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, the head catching on her rim before he slammed forward again. Harder. The impact jarred her teeth. He set a punishing rhythm immediately – deep, forceful strokes that punched the air from her lungs with each inward thrust. The wet slap of his hips against her ass echoed sharply in their immediate vicinity.
Seraphina moaned, low and guttural, pushing back against him, meeting his aggression. Her cigarette ash dropped onto the bar, forgotten. Sweat beaded on her temples, mixing with the sheen already coating her skin. "Harder! Split me open!" she demanded, her voice ragged. His grip on her hip tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He obeyed, driving into her with brutal efficiency, each thrust a raw piston stroke deep into her bowels. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the clean sweat cutting through the perfume and sex stench.
A woman slid onto the stool beside Sera, sighing as she placed her order. "Double espresso martini, extra shot." She barely glanced at Sera, her attention momentarily caught by the rhythmic pounding shaking the bar. "Rough one?" she asked the bartender casually, nodding towards Sera.
He was mid-thrust, his face a mask of strained concentration, sweat dripping from his brow onto Sera's lower back. He paused, panting, his cock buried deep inside her. "Uh... yeah. Tuesday rush," he managed, voice thick. He resumed fucking, the powerful strokes making the glasses on the bar rattle slightly.
The woman chuckled, taking her drink when it arrived. "Tell me about it. My flight got delayed three hours. Needed something to take the edge off." She sipped her martini, her gaze drifting past Sera’s heaving form to the far sofas. "Looks like someone else is having a worse night, though."
Seraphina, impaled and shuddering, followed her gaze. Kai was still perched on the edge of the sofa, Lina’s head in her lap. But Lina wasn't still anymore. Her body was rigid, trembling violently. Silent tears tracked down her cheeks, glistening in the low light. Her hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists on her stomach. Kai was murmuring, her expression unreadable, one hand stroking Lina's hair almost mechanically.
The sight – Lina's silent, tremoring breakdown – sent a jolt of pure, dark electricity through Seraphina. It was better than the anal. More visceral. The raw nerve exposed. She moaned again, louder this time, partly from the cock relentlessly stretching her ass, partly from the thrill of witnessing Lina shatter. "Yeah... fuck... she looks... wrecked," Sera panted, pushing back harder onto the bartender’s driving cock, her own cunt spasming involuntarily.
Distracted, the bartender glanced over too. His rhythm faltered. Kai’s head snapped up, her sharp eyes locking onto his. Something unspoken passed between them – a warning, an assessment. He flinched, looking away quickly, refocusing on the ass he was fucking with renewed, almost panicked vigor. He leaned over Sera, his breath hot on her neck. "Gonna cum... gonna fill this filthy hole..." he grunted, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic, slamming against her cervix from the inside.
"Do it!" Seraphina hissed, tilting her hips up. "Drown it! Pump that load right up my shithole!" She kept her eyes fixed on Lina’s trembling form, the image fueling her own building climax. The bartender’s control snapped. He roared, a raw, guttural sound, slamming deep and holding there. Seraphina felt the hot, thick flood erupting inside her rectum, pulse after pulse jetting deep. The sensation of being filled, claimed, welded perfectly to the spectacle of Lina’s silent collapse. Sera’s own orgasm tore through her, a bright, sharp clenching deep in her core, her ass muscles milking the spurting cock as she cried out, a sound that was half-pleasure, half-triumphant snarl.
He collapsed forward over her for a moment, gasping, his cock still twitching inside her, depositing the last of his cum. Then he pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making Sera gasp. Warm semen immediately began to leak out of her gaping asshole, dripping freely down her legs, mingling with the previous deposits. He hastily tucked his softening cock back under his apron, grabbed his cloth, and started wiping the bar with frantic energy, avoiding her eyes and Kai's distant stare. "Drink?" he asked gruffly, his voice hoarse, not looking at her.
Seraphina pushed herself upright, feeling the thick, sticky mess slide. She ignored it, reaching for her lukewarm champagne. Her gaze remained fixed across the room. Kai had gathered Lina into a sitting position, an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Lina was still trembling, her face buried in Kai’s neck now, but the silent crying had subsided into ragged, hitching breaths. The broken doll was being reassembled, but Seraphina had seen the cracks. Deep, fascinating cracks.
She took a long, slow sip, the bubbles flat but the alcohol burning pleasantly. She smiled, slow and predatory, her ass throbbing, her skin buzzing. The machine hadn't blown just yet. But the fuse was definitely lit. And Seraphina intended to be the one holding the match. She signalled the flustered bartender. "Another one, darling. And maybe a damp towel? Things got... messy." She settled back against the bar, the cool wood a contrast to her overheated skin, her eyes never leaving Kai and her trembling charge. The anticipation was better than the next orgasm. Almost.