A Barmaid's Perspective

Makino’s body burned with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure as she continued to ride Tsujo, her legs trembling with the effort to keep up her pace. Each thrust sent another jolt of ecstasy rippling through her, leaving her gasping and moaning for more. But even as she lost herself in the sensations, her attention flickered to the spectacle unfolding in the room.

Alvida, standing just a few feet away, had taken up a new game with her regulars. The towering, stunning pirate was barking commands like a drill sergeant, making the men line up in a ragged row for her “inspection.” Each man shuffled nervously in place, their pants dropped around their ankles and their erections exposed. The sight would have been comical if it weren’t so utterly ridiculous—an assortment of penises ranging from stubby and crooked to long and thin, and more than a few that were laughably small.

Makino bit her lip, torn between disapproval of Alvida’s mocking attitude and a **** amusement at the absurdity of it all. Alvida’s sharp tongue was merciless as she commented on each man’s “assets,” teasing and goading them as her smooth, slippery hands glided over their cocks with deliberate precision.

“That’s it?” Alvida sneered at one of the older men, giving his unimpressive length a few lazy strokes. “You call this a cock? No wonder you’re a regular at the bar. It’s probably the only action you get.”

The man groaned under her touch, his knees buckling slightly. “A-Alvida, please, don’t stop…”

Makino’s heart twinged with guilt. They were a crude and lecherous lot, but they were still her regulars. She felt a vague unease at seeing them so thoroughly humiliated, even as she couldn’t deny the hilarity of the situation. Alvida’s handjob skills seemed to be really amazing and the guys were reacting like quickshot virgins which she, of all people, full well knew they were not!

Makino’s heart raced as her hips worked rhythmically, rising and falling with practiced ease as she rode Tsujo. The stretch of his cock inside her was overwhelming, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her moans, high and breathy, echoed through the room, mingling with the catcalls and jeers from her regulars. She couldn’t help the flushed smile on her face—this was her bar, her world, and she’d always taken pride in serving her patrons in every way they needed.

But today… today was different. Tsujo was different.

Her petite frame strained to accommodate his size, her thighs trembling as she pushed herself harder, faster, each slap of her ass against his thighs sending a sharp, pleasurable jolt through her. It was hard work, but Makino loved hard work. She giggled through a moan, brushing her damp hair back from her face as she focused on Tsujo’s expression, the way his jaw clenched and his hands gripped her waist like he couldn’t get enough of her.

“I’m really earning this one,” she thought with satisfaction.

Yet even as she lost herself in the act, her attention wavered. Over Tsujo’s shoulder, she caught sight of Alvida towering over Isato, the youngest of her regulars. Her heart gave a small pang of concern for the boy, whose wide eyes and trembling frame betrayed his nerves.

Isato, the carpenter’s apprentice, was visibly trembling, his face flushed red as he avoided Alvida’s piercing gaze. His cock was unremarkable—average in length but slender—but Makino couldn’t help but notice the heavy, pendulous balls that hung low beneath it. The sight sparked a memory, that seemed fuzzy and indistinct at first but quickly grew vivid and solid, of Isato’s relentless enthusiasm during their previous encounters.

She remembered how his crush on her had made him eager to please, always showering her with compliments and giving her his best. His copious loads had always been a point of pride for him, and Makino had secretly appreciated them too. To her, a man’s cumshot was a silly but endearing expression of gratitude, a visible symbol of how much he enjoyed her attention. And Isato’s loads were… impressive, to say the least.

Makino couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor boy as Alvida began to toy with him, her smooth fingers flicking and smacking his cock in a way that had him gasping and whimpering. His hands balled into fists at his sides as he struggled to hold himself together, his balls tightening visibly as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re holding back, aren’t you?” Alvida taunted, “All because you don’t want to admit it. Go on, boy. Say it. Say my hand is better than Makino’s pussy.”

Isato’s eyes darted to Makino, his expression torn between shame and desperation.

Makino felt her cheeks flush—not from embarrassment, but from a strange mix of amusement and pride. Even in the midst of this wild and unorthodox afternoon, her nurturing instincts bubbled to the surface. She met Isato’s panicked gaze with a warm smile, her voice soft and reassuring despite the obscene scene unfolding around them.

“It’s okay, Isato,” she said gently, pausing briefly to adjust her position on Tsujo’s lap. His cock twitched inside her, drawing a shiver from her, but she pressed on. “Just say whatever you need to. It’s fine, really. Don’t hold back on my account.”

His resolve finally broke, and he cried out, “Your hand is… it’s better than Makino’s pussy! Oh, God, I’m gonna—”

The other men roared with laughter as Isato came and the rude pirate crowed but Makino felt a flicker of relief. She was actually grateful that Alvida was taking care of them now.

The thought of taking on all the men in the room after this was daunting—no, exhausting. She could picture it so clearly: her body pressed between them, cocks filling her every hole, her hands working feverishly to keep the others satisfied. It was a familiar scenario, even routine. But after Tsujo—after the sheer magnitude of him—she knew she wouldn’t have the energy for it.

Makino’s entire body felt like it was glowing, every nerve humming with the aftermath of pleasure as she straddled Tsujo. Her legs trembled from the effort of riding him, and her thighs burned, but she refused to stop. The sounds of her own high-pitched cries, the rhythmic slap of her ass against his thighs, and the wet, obscene squelching of their union filled the room, drowning out everything else.

Her fingers clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his slick skin as she threw her head back, letting out a shuddering moan. Tsujo’s hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as she rode him, her petite frame straining to take him as deeply as possible. He was huge, far beyond anything she’d ever imagined, let alone experienced. The way he stretched her, filled her, dominated her—Makino had never felt anything like it.

“I—Makino,” Tsujo groaned beneath her, his voice strained. “I’m getting close.”

She opened her eyes, meeting his heated gaze with a mischievous smile. “Me too,” she whispered breathlessly, her hands moving to cup his face as she leaned in close. “Don’t hold back, Tsujo. I want all of you.”

His hands tightened on her hips, his breath hitching as his movements grew frantic. “But I…” He trailed off, hesitation flickering across his face.

Her smile softened, her hips grinding down against him as she leaned in to press her forehead to his. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring despite her ragged breathing. “I always take care of that. You don’t have to worry.”

(She in fact has not taken care of that, though the memory of having done so was growing ever firmer)

He hesitated for only a moment longer before her words broke him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing violently as he came. The first hot wave of his release hit her walls, and she cried out, her entire body shuddering as her orgasm surged to meet his.

“Yes!” she gasped, her nails raking down his chest as her thighs clenched around him. “Oh, gods, yes! Don’t stop—fill me up, Tsujo!”

And he did. The sheer volume of his release was staggering, each pulse flooding her with warmth. Her pussy quivered around him, her body drinking in every drop as her head fell back, her moans breaking into incoherent cries of ecstasy.

When he finally stilled, they both sat there for a moment, trembling and gasping for breath. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as they pressed their foreheads together, their bodies slick with sweat. She could feel the heat of him inside her, the fullness that left her feeling completely claimed.

Eventually, Tsujo eased his grip on her hips and gently lifted her off him. She winced slightly at the emptiness, her body still sensitive and trembling, but what came next left her speechless.

The moment his cock slipped free, an audible wet squelch echoed in the quiet room, followed by a deluge of thick cum pouring out of her overstretched pussy. The first gush rolled down her inner thighs, warm and sticky, before dripping off the barstool to the floor below.

Makino craned her neck to look down at herself, her cheeks flushing as she saw the mess pooling beneath her. “Oh my,” she murmured, her tone caught between amusement and disbelief. “That’s… that’s a lot.”

“A deluge,” Alvida commented dryly from her spot nearby, her arms crossed and her smirk sharp. “I’ve seen barrels spill less. He’s wrecked you, hasn’t he, barmaid?”

Makino ignored her teasing, instead giggling softly as she pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the warmth still radiating inside her. “You weren’t kidding about not holding back, were you?” she teased, glancing back at Tsujo.

He grinned weakly, leaning back against the counter to steady himself. “Guess you bring out the best in me.”

She laughed again, the sound light and genuine as she reclined against the bar, her head resting against the cool wood. “Well, I’m glad I could take care of you,” she said, her voice soft but warm.

Her attention flicked to the sticky puddle forming on the floor beneath her, and she let out a resigned sigh. “Though I’m not sure how I’m going to clean this up.”

Alvida snorted, shaking her head. “Good luck with that,” she quipped, turning her gaze to Tsujo. “You’ve absolutely ruined her. I doubt she’ll be walking straight for a week.”

Makino rolled her eyes, but there was no real bite in her reaction. Her body was spent, her mind still swimming in a blissful haze. She let her head fall back against the bar, a soft smile playing on her lips. This was her life, after all—messy, chaotic, and filled with moments like these.

And she wouldn’t trade it for anything.