Horny Barmaid

Since starting work at 18, I have been employed in the bar trade. I like dealing with the public and enjoy my job, although the hours can be pretty anti-social at times, since it's difficult to get time off on the weekends. Thankfully, though, my fiancé Bill, also works in the trade so it works pretty well for us.

As a rule it's the lads who do the cellar work, apart from bleeding the lines if we get an airlock or when we change the barrel. But last week, when things were slow, I offered to help Bill with his chores and, leaving the other barmaid in charge of the bar, I went down to the cellar to help him. He had his shirt-sleeves rolled up and was stacking empty crates of bottles when I joined him. His bum looked so cute with his jeans stretched tightly across them as he stooped to lift the crates that I could not help feeling a little excited. He stacked them carefully before looking over his shoulder at me.

I smiled at him sexily, looking directly at his crotch. He laughed at me and told me to stop it at once, but his package belied his words as the bulge in his crotch began to grow. "Glad to see me?" I quipped, moving towards him and stroking his cock through his jeans.

"Come on, stop it," he joked, "before I throw you across one of the barrels and have my way with you." I couldn't resist taunting him by wiggling my bum and jiggling my fairly large C-cup boobs at him.

"Who's upstairs?" he asked, grinning as he grabbed me. When I told him that Elaine had everything^under control, and that the bar was quiet, he slipped a hand up my skirt. His fingers stroked my gusset through the mesh of my tights. "Naughty girl," he said, noticing how damp I had become as he stroked me through the fabric. I wriggled on his fingers, enjoying his touch as I reached for his flies. "Oh no you don't!" he said, lifting me bodily and lying me across one of the beer barrels.

I wriggled around, finding a comfortable position, and spread my legs wide. Tantalising him by wriggling my hips, I reached up and, unbuttoning my blouse, I began to play with my own nipples. Bill smiled and began to unbuckle his belt, then, slipping his jeans down he rolled my skirt up out of the way and yanked my tights and panties down. His hands grabbed my bum cheeks, squeezing and caressing them before gently brushing against my pussy.

I was really hot now, and my pussy was soaking. I was desperate to feel his fat cock inside me. "Fuck me now," I pleaded. But he just continued to tease my pussy lips by gently fingering them. When he pinched my clit, I jumped onto my toes, spreading my thighs wider and pushing my arse back towards him.

"Steady," he laughed, giving me a pat on the bum. Moving close to me, he bent down and began to lick me, lapping along the folds of my pussy. Parting my cunt lips with his fingers, Bill pushed his tongue inside my pussy, making it convulse as he flicked his tongue around the inner walls. I sucked in my breath, breathing deeply as I tried to stay still and make the most of the delicious sensations that Bill was creating with his tongue. Relaxing completely, I allowed him to work my pussy until I was close to coming. Bill sensed how near I was, and began to pull gently on my clit, applying more and more pressure until I felt my pussy try to clamp around his delving tongue. As my orgasm hit me I felt a small squirt of juices trickle onto his tongue, and Bill began to rub my clit harder as he lapped them up. Then, to my surprise, he withdrew his tongue and licked his way up to my bum hole. My knees went weak as he began to rim my ring while still fingering my clit. I gripped the front of the barrel as his tongue and finger worked in unison to make me come again. Bill had never licked my arsehole before and, although he did not try to push inside me, the feel of his tongue around my anus, coupled with him gently stroking my clit, soon had my pussy twitching. And then I came again, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through my pussy as my throbbing, puckered bum hole pulsed on Bill's tongue. I was unaware of Bill getting up, but I do remember him pushing his penis against my throbbing pussy lips while I was still coming. I was so well lubricated from my climax that Bill had no problem slipping his full length into me with one, smooth thrust.

As he pushed inside me, I arched my back, gripping his tool with my pussy muscles, and enjoying the friction he created as he fucked me with long measured strokes. Gradually he built up the momentum and began to thrust faster and with more force.

Gripping my hips and pulling me tight against him, Bill shunted his cock hard inside me, shooting his warm cream. I gripped hard onto the barrel as once again I came, my pelvis bouncing back against Bill as my pussy convulsed around his thick shaft.

By the time we had cleaned up and sorted things out in the cellar we looked so tired and messy we looked like we'd been cleaning down there for a month. Elaine winked at me as we walked back into the bar and she saw my dishevelled state, cracking jokes about what hard work it was down in the cellar.