☪︎Bri☠︎

you knew it was probably wrong, you shouldn’t have followed him into the silver slipper bathroom. the club was packed, alamo already had a stick up his ass and bishop was kind of like your boss but god; he felt so good inside of you. balls deep, hands grabbing your hips as you watched in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.

it had started off as glances here and there, you would look up from behind the bar and catch him staring at you, then you’d try and make some conversation with him; his voice monotone but he holds the conversation. then while handing him a drink you made him your hands touch, and linger for a second too long.

even though it was 3am and last call was an hour ago, drinks kept pouring, music blasting as the girls danced on stage; money flying. it was the friday nights like these at the club you could make half your rent in one night making drinks. it should’ve been over and patrons should’ve gone home along time ago but everyone was having too much fun to notice and alamo was making too much money to care.

“don’t make it obvious but, your stalkers looking.” your co worker giggled, as she cracked open a few beers. “he’s not my stalker-here you go.” you smile and hand the older man his jack and coke, thanking him as he threw a 10 in your tip jar. as he leaves you can get a good look at bishop; sitting at the round table with his colleagues, his button up freshly steamed it seems and a tie with a nice pattern sitting nicely on his chest.

he is looking at you and you take a second to look back, offering a small smile and he nods to you.

“whatever you say honey.” she chuckles. you two work in rhythm for a bit longer and you occasionally glance to bishop. on your last glance he gets up, maintaining eye contact so hard you’re sure he’s gonna come over and talk to you but inside he heads towards the bathrooms, eyes locked with yours the whole time; he stops at the family style bathroom, nodding at you before opening the door and slipping in.

“hey, I’ll be right back. I think I ate something bad.” you tell your co worker; grabbing your tip jar and tucking it under the bar, unsure how long you’ll be gone or if it even meant anything at all. without waiting for a response you set off, butterflies erupting in your tummy, heart pounding. as you approach the door you see its green, unlocked.

surely he wouldn’t leave it unlocked if he hadn’t wanted you to come in, but still you knock softly just in case. the door opens, bishop standing inside; he steps back, allowing space for you to come inside. you feel a lot of things at once, fear that alamo will be mad you abandoned the bar, nervous about what’s possibly happening with bishop but a bit excited for what could come. what you don’t expect is the awkwardness you feel as he turns to face you, he doesn’t saying anything he just looks at you for a minute.

he takes a few steps towards you, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in or not.” you’re quick to confess, nervous under his gaze. he tangles his hands in your curly hair from the root by the back of your neck. “i don’t think you know how bad I want you.” his turn to confess as he pulls your bodies closer; he smells so good like expensive cologne. you stare up at him as he towers over you, and you close your eyes as his leans down. you stand on your tippy toes to try and meet him halfway.

it’s soft kisses at first, a few pecks but it steadily turns into tongue kissing, lip sucking as his other hand reaches down to grab a handful of your ass and your arms wrap around his neck. your tongues are sticking out of your mouths, swirling around each others before you close our mouths around each other; almost like your trying to swallow each other whole. you latch onto his bottom lip, biting it and pulling it towards you before letting go.

you stare into his eyes for a second, feeling his dick hardening against your tummy through this pants. you allow one of your hands to slide down his chest before grabbing his dick. his face still looks the same as always and his voice still monotone as he tells you, “get on your knees.” but something about him as you dripping in your panties.

you fall to your knees in front of him and he looks down at you while unbuckling his belt; he doesn’t take it off and he pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees.

you can’t help but gasp as you look up at him; it’s intimidatingly big, so heavy even though he’s fully hard it’s weighing itself down; so long even though he’s a foot away it’s practically in your face.

“can you handle it?” he asks making a mischievous smile appear on your face snapping you back. you grab him by the tip, holding the weight of it up as you lick from his balls, to the base, all the way to the tippy top before popping the tip between your plump lips. the sounds are vulgar as you take more of him into your mouth, using your two hands to help jerk off what you can’t find in your mouth. “just like that.” he breaths, his voice almost has a pitch to it, encouraging you to keep going. you try and take more of him down your throat, gagging as drool begins to from on your lip. he grabs your head, holding you still as he softly thrusts the inches of him that you’ve already proven you can take down your throat. drool drips down your chin as he fucks your mouth; pulling pack and letting go when you gag a bit too loud. still, you don’t let it discourage you as you wrap your hands back around and keep sucking. he lets out a quiet groan accompanied with a fuck as he steps back, pulling his dick away from you.

“what’s wrong? is it not good?” you pout, wiping your lips with your wrist. “I don’t want to nut yet.” he simply states before helping you off your knees. you gasp as he picks you up and places you on the sink, feeling his wet dick on your inner thigh. he leans forward, kissing you as he reaches under your black mini skirt, pulling your panties off; placing them on the faucet behind you.

“I bet you taste like candy.” he says before leaning down, scooting your butt towards the end of the sink as you lean back against the mirror. your legs spreads as he head falls between them, you feel and hear him take a deep inhale; smelling your wet pussy before humming in approval. he kisses your wet inner thighs, before kissing all around your pussy then finally, licking a stripe up your slit. you moan as his tongue dances on your clit, hands gripping the sink for stability. your cry out as he latches onto your clit, sucking it like a lollipop. “fuck, bishop baby you’re making me feel so fucking good.” you cry as your thighs close around his head; caging him in, “don’t stop baby you’re gonna make me cum.” you can see his arm moving up and down, to jerk himself off and his face is concentrated as he tongue fucks you. “oh my god.” you cry as you cum all over his face, orgasming harder than you’re sure you ever have before, legs shaking and sore.

you feel tired for a moment, almost wanting to tap out as he licks you clean but when he stands up and you see his beard covered in you, his dick harder than before it wakes something up in you. grabbing him by his tie you pull him in close, kissing him, tonguing each other as you taste yourselves on one another. you guys pull apart when you both feel his dick twitch against you, you look up into his eyes and maintain eye contact as you grab his cock, pulling it towards your warm, wet pussy that’s begging for him. you both break eye contact and gasp as the tip slips in, both looking down at where you two now connect. he slowly slips it in, inch by inch; making you feel the whole thing.

his head tucks into your neck as you two hold each other for a second, letting you get used to him. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” he whispers, biting your ear lobe before slowly staring to thrust into you. “shit baby.” you whine, feeling him deep in you. his thrust gradually speed up before he’s marking his words, pounding into so hard you’re sure you’ll break the sink, you moans and cries drowned out by the music and his soft grunts drowned out by you. “you’re so big, baby, fuck, harder.” you cry lifting up your shirt above your chest and pulling your bra down enough to let your tits out, which bishop immediately latches onto, sucking your tits and fucking you like his life depended on it. you throw your head back, hitting it against the mirror as you spread your legs more to give him more room; desperate for every inch he has to offer.

your hands grip his hair as you watch him lick your right nipple before moving to the left one, sucking it into his mouth. you cry and beg as he detaches from your nipple and slowly pulls out, “please baby.” you cry; attempting to reach from his wet dick to stuff it back inside of your before he grabs your hips, “c’mere.” he pulls you off the sink, roughly turning you around and bending you over. he uses his knee to push your legs apart before smacking your ass, watching it jiggle as your skirt bunches around your waist. he spreads your ass cheeks apart, effectively giving him the perfect view of everything, fat ass on display, pretty untouched asshole, wet dripping pussy. you look at his face in the mirror; he’s so focused on your pussy and ass he doesn’t even notice you looking at him.

you gasp as you watch him spit, feeling it land on your asshole and dripping all the way down to your needy hole. you reach under you, trying to grab him to put inside you but in return you get bishop grabbing both of you wrist and holding them behind your back. “you gotta behave.” is all he says, before grabbing himself and sliding inside of you. your eyes roll back at this new angle, you can feel him even deeper than before. his hand that’s not restraining you grabbing your hip for support as he pounds into you.

“are you gonna be good if I let your hands go?” he teases, looking at your puffy face in the mirror. “yes, baby I promise I’ll be good.” you moan. he lets go and you immediately grab onto the sides of the sink; needing extra support. both of his hands are now on your hips using them to help bounce you on him. “pussy so tight.” he grunts, sweat beading at his forehead. “c’mere, lemme see.” he places one hand in your hair and the other on your neck, pulling you up so your backs on his chest. you moan as he softly chokes you, shaking your head a bit as he pulls your hair before letting go of it, you watch in the mirror as he licks his finger, bringing it down to your left nipple, rubbing circles on it.

“play with yourself.” he demands, his hand holding your throat a bit tighter, still fondling your your tits. you lick two of your fingers before reaching between your legs, playing with you pussy for him, your other hand reaching and grabbing the back of his head, and turning your head, touching your foreheads together. you peck his lips before getting one in return; your sweet, soft kisses not matching the raunchy acts you guys are doing in your works bathroom.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” you warn, as he pinches your nipple. “i am too, baby.” although you had been calling him baby all night, hearing it from his mouth sounded surreal. you feel it in the pit of you belly, “don’t stop, oh my god, I’m gonna cum again.” you throw your head back and let go. a loud moan erupting from your chest as wetness drips down your legs. “I’m gonna bust.” he groans, helping you ride out your high. you both moan, staring into each others eyes as you feel it his hot sticky honey filling you up, threatening to spill down your leg before he can even pull out. you both stand there for a minute, the only movement is him softly rubbing your nipple.

“that was the best ever.” you sigh; not wanting him out of you ever again. “we can do it again, whenever you’d like.” he offers, trying to slid out of you but your hips follow his dick that’s softening inside of you. “gotta let me out, sweetheart. you gotta finish closing.” he says, snapping you back to reality. shit, how long had you been gone for.

reluctantly you let him slide out, even though you’re empty you can still feel him inside you. you turn to face him as he’s pulling his pants up, you reach up, and he swears he’s never seen you more beautiful before as he looks at you. swollen lips, tired eyes, red cheeks, messy curls everywhere as you lean up to kiss him. his hands come down, rubbing and squeezing your bare ass, “wanna spend the night at my house?” he offers, making you smile and nod, putting your face in his neck; inhaling his scent like a dog who missed their owner. he pulls your bra up and shirt down before backing away from you for a second to grab some toilet paper, cleaning the cum that had dripped down your leg, and wiping your pussy off, making you whine due to being so sensitive.

“I’ll find you after closing and you can ride with me.” he plans, giving your ass a final pat before pulling your skirt down. “do you think anyone noticed we were gone?” you play with your hair in an attempt to fix it. “yes but they won’t care.” he simply states, “alamo won’t be mad I was gone for so long?” you worry, he had already chewed you out for being late last weekend. “don’t worry about him, okay?” he leans down; pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

when you both emerge from the bathroom, it was apparent the party was dying, about 15 patrons remained and two girls were left on the stage. you locked eyes with alamo and the other men at his table for a second smug looks on all their faces.

“pay them no mind, I’ll see you after your shift.” bishop reassures, nodding for you to go to the bar.

you both go your separate ways and you’re greeted with another annoyingly smug face; your co worker. “have fun?” she giggles. “whatever.” you shake your head, trying to hide your smile.