Ultimate Erotica Collection (12 Hot Erotica Stories) (11 page)

"Twelve-fifty," the cabbi tolde her. The cab driver was a guy in his late 50's that looked like he was born at an all-you-can-eat buffet, belly flopped over the steering wheel as if it was doing the driving.

Lizella gave him fifteen bucks and said "thanks, keep the change," before exiting the back seat. Instead of pulling away from the curve, the cabbi sat speechless with his jaw dropped wide open, piercing Lizelle's ass with a laser stare. A car honked from directly behind the cab and he snapped back to reality before pulling away. When he looked over for one last peek at Lizelle's ass, she was already inside the bar. When Lizelle entered Divas it was just as she remembered it, but with minor "upgrades" that included flat screened TV's, brighter colored painted walls, and new bar stools. Per fire code, the capacity was only for one hundred and twenty people because it was a "dive" sort of bar where those who were no longer "in their prime" could pretty much get laid there any night of the week. Divas was more like a "Cheers" type of bar, but the bar staff were mostly women, and all female cocktail waitresses.

One guy bartender named Jason worked behind the bar, part-time and mostly weekends. Jason was the tall, dark, and handsome type of guy whom the female owner of Divas hand-picked to work there. The owners reason for hiring Jason, was that "women patrons needed some eye candy behind the bar, too."

However, the rumor around town was that Stephanie, the owner of Divas, a sexy Asian woman in her late 40's, met Jason at the previous bar he worked at. For a woman in her late forties, Stephanie turns a lot of heads, literally, with her five foot five-inch petite frame and bedroom eyes. Her almond like hazel eyes and sassy walk often gets the older male bar patrons riled up, and the younger ones, too. According to "legend," that's how she got Jason at his previous bartending job. Stephanie had one too many Cosmopolitans the first night she met Jason, often telling him "you make one helluva Cosmo, Jason, and good-looking, too!"

Jason being the younger guy sucked into the "cougar" scenario, was kind enough to give Stephanie a ride home after he closed the bar that night. Stephanie's single-story three bedroom house has a swimming pool in the fenced-in back yard, surrounded by bushes and shrubs. Jason's ex-girlfriend at the time, knew Jason's schedule almost better than he did, and decided to watch and wait for Jason in the parking lot that night. Little did she know, Jason was going the extra mile and taking home a hot-tailed little Asian woman with a deceiving size. So, Jason's ex-girlfriend followed him and all the way to Stephanie's house, not knowing what to think or expect. Jason didn't either for that matter, until he escorted Stephanie into her house, accepting her "night-cap" invitation.

No sooner than Stephanie poured them each a Vodka and Cranberry juice on the rocks, Stephanie was leading Jason out to the backyard pool. When they arrived at a table by the pool, Stephanie took both their drinks and set them on the table. Jason wasn't stupid, as he knew what she wanted -what they both wanted as was obvious from all the flirty trash-talk they did while Jason was working.

Stephanie untied her linen styled skirt, then took off the rest of her clothes and got in the pool naked. Jason was speechless, not expecting things to happen so fast, yet his eyes adored her neatly shaved pussy that had a thin layer of smooth silky hair covering it. Stephanie eased into the pool with eyes held on Jason, who in a minute or so was also nude; with his hard cock practically aimed at Stephanie in the pool. Once Jason joined her in the pool, Stephanie wasted no time in throwing her arms around his neck, followed by her legs around his waist.

Little did they know, Jason's ex was watching them, her jet black hair and pale but pretty face peeking out from behind a bush. The ex's perfect timing, or imperfect timing rather, was just in time to see Jason standing tall with his hands holding Stephanie up below her ass. After two or three slow thrusts and moans, waves in the pool started accumulating while Jason fucked her with increasing speed. Waves splashed up between her ass while Jason fucked her and sucked on her titties, heightening the sensation between them. Stephanie somehow had more strength than expected, and thrusted her pelvic muscles into Jason so hard that it nearly caused him to lose his footing and slip backwards.

The ex couldn't take it anymore and left, screeching tires faintly heard but ignored since Jason carried Stephanie over to the edge of the pool, turned her around, and held her ass up while he fucked her from behind standing up. Stephanie loved this, especially once Jason reached a hand around and started pressing and rubbing her clit. The noises they made were intense, as if they'd been lovers before, lost each other in some distant land, then found each other after fifteen years of separation.

Stephanie gripped the edge of the pool with both hands, her back arched and jerking hard as she yelled "Cumming, I'm cumming!" Once she was done cumming, Jason sat her ass down on the edge of the pool, then squatted down into a position level enough to lick around her pussy. Apparently, Jason was good at eating pussy because no sooner than he licked her clit a few times and stuck his tongue in her cunt, she came again. However, Jason wasn't finished so he lowered her back down into the water, stuck his hard cock back in her from behind, then gave her seven ass-pounding pumps that made him cum. One may conclude that Jason's sexual skills including those with his tongue, was enough of a mixology test he passed that prompted Stephanie to offer him a bartending job at Diva's, for a dollar an hour more and "employee benefits" that everyone else didn't get, nor know about.

Now, Lizelle stood staring at him and patiently waiting to place her drink order; enjoying the eye candy soon to come her way. Jason made his way over and took Lizelle's order for a Chocolate Martini, which Jason made to perfection. After a brief greeting between the two, Jason had to take orders from other patrons.

Much sooner than expected, Lizelle scanned the crowded bar and saw Boyd, Sam, and Tony still hanging tough years later after high school. However, they didn't look as cute anymore, since all three had gained a little weight over the years, but not so much to the point where they looked chubby or fat. Immediately, she chose Boyd first but not before moving in closer to see if any of them would recognize her. The closer she got to them, the more she thought about her plans for each one of them. The challenge of course, would not be getting each one in bed alone, but getting one away from the other two so she could operate accordingly.

Lizelle made gentle yet inviting eye contact with each one as she slowly walked by them on her way to the ladies room. Naturally, Boyd gave her a half-cocked smile as if he were playing hard to get.

"Some people never change," she said to herself. Sam smiled a wide grin at her with a raised bottle of beer, obviously pretty buzzed because his simple gesture slightly threw him off balance.

"Bingo," Lizelle thought to herself, thinking "he'd be the easiest one to get out of here." The last was Tony, the "follow the leader" type who was actually the cutest of the three, always was. As a matter of fact, Tony kept his eyes on Lizelle the entire time she walked by. Lucky for Tony, he watched her long enough to see her take a finger and wipe drizzled chocolate syrup from inside her martini glass, then lick it off the tip of her finger without looking at any of them. Still, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, and continued on to the ladies room with innocence. The line was two women short inside the womens bathroom, so it was only five minutes or so before she was in a stall pulling her pants and G-string down to her ankles. No sooner than she sat down, mental images of her and Tony making love, then hardcore fucking, popped into her head. The first scene was of her and Tony in the back of a car for some reason, with Lizelle's plump ass pouncing up and down on Tony's thin but hard dick. They were in the back seat with the front seats scoot up, and the back rests leaning towards the dashboard. Tony was sitting up and facing forwards, with Lizelle facing forward as well while she slammed her hard ass down onto his cock. Tony's hands tried to press up and raise her ass up a bit, a grimmacing look of pain on his face, but that only made her slam down even harder.

Then suddenly, she slowed to a steady and soothing pace that made the tip of his dick sensitive, which built up the sensation for him to say "oh, don't stop, it's gonna' cum." Lizelle nearly slowed to a stop, but didn't as she decided to rub her own clit and make herself cum- then quickly hop off his dick. This sent Tony into a frenzy because he had to grab his own dick with both hands, while Lizelle hurried over into the driver seat and grabbed her purse on the way out. Slam! Lizelle slammed the driver side door shut, then peeked in at Tony in the back seat trying to keep the shooting cum from getting all over himself.

"Fucking bitch!" he screamed from inside as he tried looking out the foggy back window. Quickly, he took a hand and tried to wipe a clear spot in the window to see out, but he only made it worse; forgetting that both his hands were sticky with his own cum.

Lizelle heard a distant voice coupled with rapid knocks on a door grow closer and louder, reminding her she was still in the bathroom stall.

"Hey, you okay in there?" a woman asked.

"Yes, fine thanks, coming out," Lizelle replied before flushing the toilet. When Lizelle returned to the bar for another Chocolate Martini, she noticed Sam waiting at the bar for service. Tony and Boyd were either in the Mens room or gone, but she couldn't see either of them. Lizelle eased her way up to the bar, getting in position for a closer profile view of Sam. Once at the bar, Sam became engaged in conversation with a girl he obviously knew. Sam's animated gestures and laughter often led him to tap or slap the bar with excitement. However, the girl took over the conversation which left one of Sam's hands on the bar. Lizelle couldn't help but stare at how thick Sam's fingers were, rough and worn. His hands looked like those of a construction worker or roofer, numb and without feeling. For some odd reason, Lizelle couldn't help but wonder if his dick was as thick as fingers. They say one can tell the size of a man's dick by one or two ways, the size of his shoes, and hands. Suddenly, Sam began tapping on the bar with his fingers, yet they made more of a thud sound which signified strength. Lizelle got sucked into Sam's finger-tapping on the bar and the next thing she knew, Divas was empty and she was left alone with Sam. Lizelle saw herself sitting on the bar with a satin nightgown on and nothing else. Divas was dark, except for a slow burning candle at the end of the bar. Sam sat in front of and below Lizelle on a bar stool that was aligned with a perfect view for Sam to see up her nightgown. Sam had on a pair of dirty jeans that he wore when working on construction sites, nothing else on. His upper body wasn't ripped, but his chest was sweaty, toned, and bulky enough for the flickering candle to lend sex appeal to.

Lizelle leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss, then another one that excited Sam enough to grab her face and slip his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues and lips clashed with open mouths before Sam took control and spread her legs with his hands. Next, he grabbed her legs and yanked her forward with one quick move that made her bare ass screech across the bar. Lizelle pulled out a tit for him, which he latched onto with aggressive passion by sucking and pulling on her nipple with his mouth. Lizelle gasped for air as if it was too rough, but she liked it that way. After spending equal time sucking on each tit, Sam took one of his thick strong fingers and stuck it up her cunt. Lizelle leaned back with pleasure, bracing herself up with her arms extended back and planted to keep from leaning back too far. Sam worked with the pussy with one finger first, then worked in a second finger at the same time he placed a thumb on her clit. Lizelle started fucking his fingers, moaning with every thrust.

Things changed all of a sudden, as Sam told her to "get on all fours with your tight ass backed up to my face." Lizelle did as she was told, then Sam put two fingers back into her cunt, then licked around her pussy. Lizelle rocked back and forth while Sam finger-fucked and ate her pussy until she came. Lizelle told Sam to "get up here, your turn." Sam took off his jeans and boxers, then hopped up on the bar so fast and hard that his ass made a loud smacking sound on the bar. Sam leaned back, then closed his eyes once he felt Lizelle's lips gently wrap around his stiff dick.

"Lean back some more," Lizelle ordered him, and he did. "Now, don't move, I'll be right back," she told him.

"Alright, but hurry up," he replied with throbbing anticipation as he grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Lizelle stood up and sucked his dick for a minute or so, then left the bar as if she were going to the ladies room. Sam was still on the bar, on his backside stroking his stiff dick. The more he jerked his cock, the less he realized how long Lizelle was gone. Faster and faster, he stroked his dick until cum shot up out of it, then he sat up.

"Lizelle!" he yelled out, but no answer. Sam hopped down off the bar and walked toward the lady's room. Little did he know, Lizelle was already turning out of the parking lot in a car, laughing on her way home. Jason was finally able to get her attention, placing Lizelle's second Chocolate Martini on the bar in front of her.

From behind her, a guy's voice said "that's what I'm talking about, chocolate." Lizelle didn't recognize the voice, but she knew the face once she looked back over her shoulder and saw Boyd. Boyd and Lizelle started conversating once he asked what all was in her Chocolate Martini. After hearing the ingredients, he ordered one for himself, obviously assuming he scored some points with Lizelle. Even though she felt brewing bitterness the more they talked, she kept her cool. Not only that, but she controlled the friendly chat by avoiding they typical questions like "what school did you go to?" Or, "you from around here?" Instead, she kept his mind on chocolate, and hers, too. Boyd took a straw and slowly stirred around in the bottom of his martini glass. When he pulled out his straw, he had chocolate syrup on the end of it which he extended to Lizelle so she could lick it or suck it off. Lizelle fed into his ego by leaning in and licking the chocolate off while her eyes slowly closed.