Buttfucking The Bartender

Title: “Buttfucking The Bartender: A Midwest Vignette”

In the dimly lit, smoke-filled environment of the dingy Midwest tavern referred to as Rattlesnake Sally’s, a destined encounter was about to unfold. The barkeep, a voluptuous vixen named Candy virulence, was as soon as once more succumbing to the relentless advances of a sloshed patron.

Candy, together with her gravity-defying breasts encased in a too-tight sleeveless high, leaned over the dirty bar, exposing her ample cleavage to the leering eyes of her newest predator. Her hair, a brassy blonde hue, was piled excessive atop her head in a messy beehive. Caked-on make-up accentuated her arresting options, regardless of the cruel years of bartending taking their toll.

The patron in query was a burly, bearded fellow who glided by the ominous moniker “Cutter.” His tattooed arms, emblazoned with pinups and skulls, flexed as he jabbed a finger in Candy’s path. “Hey, toots,” he slurred, his breath reeking of low-cost whiskey and menthol cigarettes. “How ’bout you and me get out of here and have some real fun?”

Candy sighed, rolling her eyes. This wasn’t the primary time an inebriated loser had propositioned her, and it definitely would not be the final. But one thing about Cutter’s crude swagger piqued her curiosity. Maybe it was her pregnancy-induced hormones, or perhaps she was simply plain uninterested in working on this shithole.

Whatever the explanation, Candy discovered herself slipping out from behind the bar, her spike-heeled boots click-clacking in opposition to the sticky linoleum. “Alright, tough guy,” she purred, traces of amusement dancing in her exhausted eyes. “Let’s go somewhere private and see what you’re made of.”

Cutter smirked, slinging a hefty arm round her shoulders as they stumbled in direction of the door. “Oh, you’ll see alright, sweet cheeks. You’ll see.”

They ended up within the parking zone, behind Cutter’s rusted-out pickup truck. As the degenerate revved the engine, he beckoned Candy to affix him within the cab. She climbed up into the passenger seat, her fishnet-clad thigh brushing in opposition to his bulging denims.

With an Hispanic slut named Salma within the again seat, Cutter wasted no time launching into an aggressive onslaught of kissing and groping. His calloused arms pawed at Candy’s heaving tits, roughly groping them via her low-cost satin shirt.

“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” Candy purred, her voice dripping with liquor-fueled lust. “Get a handful of these big titties. Suck on my nipples until they’re hard as diamonds.”

Cutter’s mouth latched onto Candy’s neck, his tongue snaking out to style her pores and skin. She shivered with revulsion, nevertheless it was masked by the swirling cocktail of tequila and Viagra coursing via her veins.

As Cutter continued to molest her, Candy’s arms drifted between his thighs, rubbing the rising bulge in his pants. “You’re pretty eager, ain’tcha?” she drawled, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers to grope his hardening member. “I should’ve known a roughneck like you would have a big dick.”

Cutter chuckled, his breath sizzling and boozy in opposition to her cheek. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Lemme show you what I’m really packin’.”

With that, he yanked down his denims, liberating his thick, veiny cock. Candy’s eyes widened on the sight, her pussy clenching with anticipation. “Fuckin’ A,” she breathed, wrapping her crimson-tipped fingers round his swollen shaft. “That thing’s gonna wreck my cunt, for sure.”

Cutter grabbed her wrist, stopping her from stroking. “Nah, I ain’t tapin’ that fuckhole. I’m gonna destroy this tight asshole instead.”

He reached into the glovebox, rummaging round till he discovered a half-empty tube of Astroglide. Popping the cap together with his enamel, he unleashed a beneficiant glob of the slick stuff onto his throbbing member.

Candy yelped as Cutter’s fingers probed between her ass cheeks, smearing the lube round her puckered gap. “Oh shit, dude,” she grunted, biting her piercing-studded lip. “That shit’s freezing!”

“Better get used to it, slut,” Cutter growled, rubbing the slippery lubricant deep into her rectum together with his fingers. “Because my fat cock is gonna feel like a goddamn icicle when I ram it up your guts.”

He pried Candy’s fishnet-clad thighs aside, positioning her to straddle his lap. The displaced air of the truck cab reeked of uncooked intercourse, the scent of the Bum’s intercourse blended with the pungent musk of Cutter’s cock.

As she lowered herself onto his thick shaft, Candy set free a guttural moan, her eyes rolling again in her head. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” she gasped, “this thing’s huge! I don’t know if I can take it…”

Cutter’s face break up right into a lecherous grin. “Take it, whore. Take every fuckin’ inch of it, or I’ll whip your ass raw with my belt.”

With a decided grimace, Candy impaled her tight sphincter on Cutter’s throbbing manhood, sinking down till her furry pubic mound floor in opposition to the coils of his bush. “Unh…fuck!” she grunted, clutching the again of the seat for assist as she started to bounce.

The truck rocked on its axles, creaking and groaning in protest because the barrel-chested brute pounded his means into the aroused whore’s tender again door. His brothers cheered him on, jacking their stiff cocks and calling out lewd encouragements:

“Give it to her, Cutter! Nail that bitch’s fat fuckin’ ass!”

“Fuck yeah! Pound that slut ’til she shits herself!”

Candy wailed like a she-wolf, her tortured gap clenching like a clamp round Cutter’s pistoning shaft. Sweat plastered strands of her platinum hair to her face as she fucked herself on his large software, utilizing arms and knees to grind sooner and more durable.

“F-fuck, dude, I’m gonna…ahh! I’m gonna fuckin’ squirt!” she cried out, slamming her hips down and locking herself in place.

Cutter roared, his arms clamping down on Candy’s hips with bruising power as thick ropes of sizzling come erupted from the tip of his member. The bitch howled in agonized ecstasy, squirting her girlcum everywhere in the upholstery because the degenerate’s seed flooded her colon.

Mission achieved, Candy’s flaccid cumshot cock slipped out of her gaping asshole, leaving a pearl-popping river of spunk oozing out to soak her fishnets. She wobbled as she climbed down from the cab, her legs like jelly.

“So, uh…when do you want to fuck again, stud?” she requested with a wry grin, dipping a Lucite-nailed finger into the creamy slop drooling out of her wrecked man-pussy. “Because I still need to collect a cut from tonight’s tips…”