Bar slut

With a smug smile, you hold down your top, nipples erect in the tight confines of the back room. Your pussy twinges hungrily as you give him an eyeful. Tomas' eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he takes in your ample cleavage, spilling out of the tight corset.

The room seems to heat up as he approaches, his large hands reaching out to cup your breasts. You gasp slightly, feigning shock, but your overly sensitive nipples harden even more against his rough palms. He squeezes gently, his thumbs brushing over your erect peaks. The sound of the crowded beer hall outside the door is a distant murmur, the air between you charged with raw need. You want him. All the teasing and foreplay has made you ready as fuck to fuck.

He stops fondling and starts to undress. You watch with interest. Sadly you know that the edge pill will prevent you from cumming but you're still willing and eager to get his thick man meat inside you. After all it’s not the destination but the journey that’s the most fun, right?

As Tomas strips out of his boxers, revealing his massive erection, you feel your own arousal spike. He’s clearly eager and ready for action, and so are you. Your pussy is wet and swollen, yearning to be filled. You lean in, teasing him with your lips, lightly kissing the tip of his thick manhood, licking the glans tentatively before taking his entire length into your mouth. He groans, his hands fisting in your hair, guiding you deeper. Sucking cock is the best…

You swirl your tongue around his shaft, feeling his pulse quicken. His grip tightens as you bob your head, taking him deeper with each downward stroke. You can taste the faint saltiness of his precum, and you know he’s close. But you’re not ready to end this just yet. You slide his cock out of your mouth and let him tit fuck you for a few moments, relishing the sensation of his gloriously thick slick cock in sliding sensuously amidst you sensitive cleavage.

Standing up, you push him against the tiny chair and hike your skirt up, pulling down your pussy juice sodden panties, turning around as you prepare to mount him. You position yourself just right, and with one swift move, you lower yourself onto his cock, feeling it’s veined girth fill you completely. You groan in utter contentment, the sensation overwhelming, and you let out another muffled moan as he thrusts all the way in, toes curlin, biting your bottom lip to keep from crying out. Tomas' eyes are closed, his jaw clenched in pleasure.

The room is filled with the sound of your wetness and his deep, animalistic grunts as he thrusts up into you. This is good but you want his cock to hit your g-spot, you slide off him and turn around, sweep your arm across the tiny table and lie back on it.

He slides into you again as you wrap your arms around his neck, your breasts bouncing with each movement, and he takes the opportunity to suck on one of your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and you feel the bite of pain mixed with pleasure.

You realise you want to cum. You need to cum. You have to cum… but the edge pill is stopping you! It’s fucking frustrating. Literally. Why did you want to go back to being a man anyway?! Fucking like this is ten times better. And you're getting more sex as Bree than you ever got as a man. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am,” you moan lustily. “Fill me with your man cream…” you talk dirty.

Tomas’ eyes widen at your words and he starts to fuck you harder, his cock slamming deep into you with the power of a stampede. You throw your head back, your dark hair cascading down your naked back as you take him, his cock pounding against the cluster of nerves that is your g-spot. You can feel every inch of him stretching and filling you, pressing against your cervix. and it’s driving you wild. But no matter how much you want to, you can’t go over the edge. Damned pills… you want to be a woman! You want to cum!

You push him forward to ride him properly. The pill is doing its job, keeping you teetering on the precipice of climax without letting you fall. But you want to danmit. That fucking edge pill! Why did you take it. “Cum motherfucker! Fill my needy cunt. Fucking fuck me you fucking fucker!!!” You're practically yelling. “FUCK!!!!”

Tomas growls, his grip on your hips tightening. His eyes bore into yours with a **** lust in them. You feel his cock thicken, and then, with a roar, he does as you’ve asked, pumping his hot cum deep inside you. You can feel it fill you up, and even though the edge pill is keeping you from reaching your peak, the sensation is incredible. You clench around him, milking every last drop, your walls contracting in a vain attempt to **** an orgasm that just won’t come.

“Oh fuck… I need to cum! Fuck!” You groan in frustration.

Tomas chuckles, still panting from his own release. He runs his thumb over your swollen clit, feeling it pulse beneath his touch. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, Ingrid.”

“Fuck!!!” You mumble as you slide off him. “Dont tease me!” You growl as his semen dribbles down your thighs.

You exit the back room, your eyes still glazed over with desire. Sonya smirks and grabs a pint of beer from the tap, passing it to you. She leans over the counter, her generous breasts nearly spilling out of her corset, and whispers something into the ear of a regular. The burly man's eyes widen, and he nods eagerly. She winks at you before sauntering away, her hips swinging. You realize she's playing matchmaker, setting you up with more "special service" tips.

You need a shower. You need to cum. “I quit,” you tell the manager as you walk out.