face of an angel

summary: your one night stand at the bar leads to more...

As you slumped in your chair, and downed the third drink the bartender gave you, you couldn’t help but feel a presence next to you. You felt annoyed already, having to deal with the shitty males at your job. Those who find women incompetent and think they’re only about getting married and having children. Honestly, you wanted to quit. But then your dad would be right. You give up to easy. You never face adversity if you don’t stick to it. 

So, here you were, sticking it to the old man. 

You slightly turn your head and are greeted by a slightly familiar male. Not someone you’ve seen around the office but you’ve seen somewhere. You turn your head back, looking at the bartender and tap your glass, signaling another. As he approaches with your next drink the man next to you lays down a twenty. 

“For your drink… You look like you need it.” You don’t say thank you. You give a curt nod and sip on the beer. The bartender takes the money and shrugs, walking away. You continue to sip, silence filling the air around you. You know he wants to talk. You know he’s trying to find an in. And you were going to make sure that wall stood firm. “Haven’t seen you in here before,” he starts, sipping on his drink now. 

“Maybe I don’t want to be seen,” you hit back, ice in your tone. You glance again over your shoulder, showing him an unforgiving stare. One your mother helped you perfect. The male decided it wasn’t going to happen and pushed himself off the bar, muttering an impolite obscenity under his breath. You rolled your eyes, not caring for the tone but not paying any mind to either. You weren’t trying to get kicked out, so what was the point?

“Must be your lucky night…” the bartender uttered to you, passing you another beer. “From the gentleman at the end. You were about to roll your eyes when you glanced over and saw a gorgeous 6-foot-something brunette. His hair dipped into the side of his face, a small smile placed on his lips. He raised his glass and did an imaginary toast before resuming his alone time. You gave a smile back. Your tongue ran across your teeth, as you contemplated on walking over. Before your struggle turned into a battle, your feet decided to make the choice for you. Hoping off the bar, you used the handle to steady yourself before walking over to the older gentleman. 

“You always send beers to pretty girls who are alone?”

“Just the ones who look like they need it.” You winced a bit, recalling the previous encounter before shaking off the look.

“Well your assumption would be correct.” You decided to pull the chair out, sliding into the spot right next to him. As you sat facing toward him, he took the time to pull your seat in closer. He leaned across the way, grabbed the corner of the stool, and pulled you in close. A move you weren’t expecting but pleasantly surprised. 

“What brings you in today?”

“Hmm… shitty boss, shitty co-workers… Take your pick.”

“That’s one way to solve that problem.”

“Yeah? I can think of another…” 

Two minutes later, you’ve dragged him to the alley behind the rundown bar you visit from time to time. Hands curled in his hair as he hiked your skirt up, wasting no time diving in. Your thighs rest on his shoulders, as his hands grip onto your ass to hold you up. His tongue slowly traced your bare slits. You waxed two days ago, so this was perfect timing.

“Fuck I needed this,” you mutter under your breath. Your back arches off the wall, eyes closing shut as you enjoy the way his mouth works you. His tongue slides around your clit before flicking it over and over again. He growls against your cunt before exploring more of your insides. His tongue drags across your walls, hitting every spot needed. “Holy shit-!” you squeaked out before clamping your hand over your mouth. You couldn’t be too loud since you’re still in public but the way this man ate you like he had been starving… It was definitely something you hadn’t experienced before. 

Right between her legs was an older man having an internal struggle. He enjoyed tasting her, hell it was the best damn thing he has had, but he also felt concerned over the age difference. Someone like her didn’t go for guys that had the salt and pepper beard and calloused hands. She would go for the playboy her age who toyed with her emotions like they were in grade school. It encouraged him to delve as deep as he could, wanting to show her no other boy could do what he did. 

“Shit shit shit…” she cried into her hand. Her leg started shaking before she threw her head back. She started crying into her hand, his face becoming absolutely drenched from the juices that oozed out of her. He didn’t mind. He eased up on her, giving her clit one last flick before pulling back entirely. His hands travelled from her ass to her thighs, gently unhooking them from his shoulders. He made sure that she was on even ground before letting go of her, letting her lean on him. “You sure you don’t-”

“It’s fine, doll. You helped me out, more than you could imagine.” She gave a small smile, nodding to herself.

“Well I guess this is goodnight. Hope to see you around, stranger.”

“Bucky.”

“Goodnight, Bucky,” she said before walking off to her car. She smiled to herself, biting the inside of her cheek. 

~

Scrolling through Tinder was a nightly routine of Bucky’s. It was a sad way for him to meet other singles (and couples) but it was the only way he was able to put himself out there. But tonight was different. As he was propped up on his couch, swiping aimlessly, he saw you. It practically made his skin get hotter, hands becoming clammy. He swallowed thickly before swiping right. 

And what do ya know? You had the exact same thought.

Hey, stranger ;) 

That was the first message that appeared on his app. He ignored the many other girls wanting attention and went straight for you.

Thought I said to call me Bucky. 

The three dots appeared, indicating she was typing again. He was getting eager. Anxious. His cock slowly coming to life in his pants and she hadn't even uttered three words to him. It was the fact that he could remember her scent. The way her pussy flooded his face and left his chin soaked. God he was eager for more.

There's something about having a stranger eat me out in the back of my favorite dive bar that screams sexy...

He laughed to himself before glancing at the clock. It was barely 8:30 and he knew he wouldn't be going to sleep for a long while. He had a debate on how to respond. Flirtatious? Comedic? A man his age felt like he should not be talking to a girl like her. Fresh out of college, somewhat bright-eyed, and yet he had this old man weak in the knees.

He was finally able to formulate a thought and shot back: How about letting the stranger show off some more skills he has?

~

Not even an hour later there was an aggressive knock on the door. It was the sound of a woman who had immediately hopped into her car after receiving the address of some sexy DILF she definitely hoped wasn't all talk.

Once that door opened to a shirtless Bucky her eyes darkened, roaming the entirety of him. Muscular. Chiseled. Like the Gods themselves sculpted this man. Her hand reached out, roaming over his abs where she felt him instinctively flex. He swallowed hard, watching her hand. She stepped inside, having her foot kick the door close, hand not leaving his skin whatsoever. Her eyes looked up into his and it felt like he could actually feel the heat from her body with each step closer she took.

"You were hiding this?" was all she said before he gave a wicked smile. His hand reached out, grabbing the side of her face.

"C'mere," was all he said before bringing her in, lips crashing together. Their kiss wasn't soft. It was desire and hunger mixed into one. It was lips, teeth, and tongue. His hands found her jeans, hands unbuttoning and unzipping them. She laughs before stepping back, breaking free. He gave a small pout, watching her intently. There was still a wicked smirk on her face as she got out of her jeans, showing a black lacy thong. Bucky felt the heat creep into his cheeks. She did not...

"Thought you might like something to rip off," she said, taking off her shirt to reveal the matching bra. Bucky's cock was painfully hard, straining against his jeans and leaking out pre-cum.

"Shit, doll..." he said, hand reaching down to palm himself. His eyes roamed over every inch of her body. He never thought someone her age would even look at someone like him. Some basic blue collar worker who was not special in any way got to see this magnificent woman dressed her best for him.

Yes, she did scrub her skin with her new strawberry scent, lathered her body in the matching lotion, and absolutely put her best lingerie on herself for a man who made her cum. With the way his tongue worked her, she knew he was going to fuck her through the mattress and thought he did deserve the best.

"You gonna keep staring, old man?" Bucky's eyes darted to hers before fixating on the shit-eating grin she had on. He knew the game they were playing. He adjusts his form, straightening his back and having his arms fold across his chest.

"Old man, huh?" Suddenly she felt a pit in her stomach. Her eyes darted away, looking at the floor while biting the inside of her cheek. Was that appropriate? Did she piss him off? A million thoughts raced her mind and Bucky could see the insecurity flash across her face. "Look at me." Her eyes darted back to his, again. "Get on your knees."

As she swallowed thickly she sank to her knees, not uttering another word. Bucky smirked as he saw that fear turn into confusion. "Crawl to me." She put her hands on the wooden floor and slowly crawled to him. One hand in front of the each, hips slowly rotating with each step she took. His eyes never left hers, even when she was right in front of him, face level to the obvious bulge in his pants. "You like being told what to do, don't you?" he asked while his hand come up to graze the side of her cheek before moving into her hair and gripping it. She nodded, biting her lip softly. "Be a good girl and take my pants off."

Her hands scrambled up to his jeans, quickly undoing the belt, the button, the zipper, and yanking them down to reveal his boxers. The obvious wet stain on his gray boxers had her clenching her thighs as best as she could. She leans, licks the member through his boxers while maintaining eye contact. "Mhm, what does daddy want?" she purrs in a soft voice. Bucky groaned the bulge twitching at her words. He gripped her hair tight before yanking her up.

"Daddy... wants to feel how tight you are," he said, bending her over the couch. She had this devilish smirk that he saw in the mirror that stood in the corner. "Daddy, is about to wipe that fucking smirk off your face," he said, one hand coming up and spanking her ass. The flesh turned a slight shade of pink, heat emitting from it. She yelped, not expecting to feel the hit. "Pull your panties down, pretty girl. Let me see that pretty pussy again."

She pulls them down and Bucky pushes his hips into her. His clothed boxers rubbing against her wet cunt. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she attempts to arch her back into him.

"Please don't tease me," she says softly.

"Oh yeah? You want it?"

"Fuck, please give me your fat cock," she says, hands coming back to spread open her holes. "You can even pick which hole you want..." Bucky stares down at her, desperate, dripping, and wanting to be used. He said a silent thank you to the universe before letting go of her hair to pull down his boxers and expose himself.

"Any hole, huh..." he muttered to himself. He circles her asshole slightly before shaking his head. "Another time... I want to feel you squeeze your cunt on my cock." He moves his cock down, pushing into her without a warning. Her face presses into the couch, a loud moan falling from her lips. Bucky throws his head back, feeling his length fill her. "Shit, you're tight, doll..." he says, hands coming to grip at her hips.

"Fuck, you're so big," she whimpered softly. Bucky groaned at her praise, before slowly pulling out and pushing back in. He started at a slow pace before picking up and pushing into her harder and harder. Skin slapped against skin, her staggered moans and cries filled the one bedroom apartment. Bucky felt sweat building at his temple as he watched her ass bounce on his cock. He felt like he had died and gone straight to heaven having this woman at his mercy.

"You like that, baby? You like when an older man can take advantage of you and use you how he wants? I bet you've been wanting this since we parted ways. Had your hand in your panties, making a mess just thinking of how I could bend you over and take you."

"Fuck yes, God yes," she muttered, hands gripping onto the sofa. He was relentless. Brutal. Each thrust hit her cervix again, and again, and again. No man has ever fucked her this hard and hell, even for this long. She had her hand come to grab his, moving it to her throat. "Please..." was all she whimpered before Bucky obliged.

"Aww, this pretty girl likes being choked by a filthy old man, huh? Likes feeling like she can't breathe while her pussy gets absolutely ruined. Say you like being ruined by an older man's cock."

"Fuck fuck, I love being ruined... by an older man's cock," she whimpered as best as she could. Her eyes rolled back, an orgasm crashing into her unannounced.

"That's all it takes? A few dirty words from the perverted man and you cum? Oh baby we're going to have to train you, aren't we?" His thrusting didn't let up as his hand moved back down to grab onto her waist. He wasn't going to let her leave empty. What kind of host would he be? "Aww can't take anymore, baby? C'mon I know you can. Don't you want me to breed this tight cunt?" She nodded, twisting her body to look up at him.

"Please... I want to feel you cum in me."

That broke Bucky. He grunted, groaned, and before he knew it his body was on the brink.

"Fucking beg. I wanna hear you want it, or I swear I'm pulling out."

A whine escaped her lips before she started pleading. "Please please please Bucky, I want to feel your cum. I need your cum in me. Don't you want to see me filled to the brim? I'll let you take a photo if you do it," she says with a smirk. He gave a breathless laugh before gripping onto her hips. Gripping so hard his knuckles turned white and she felt the pressure of his calloused hands against her soft skin. "Oh that's what you want, isn't it? To have your mark on me. Show me I'm for no one else. I want you to look back at that photo and get instantly hard, thinking of how you had a woman who was half your age, ruined." Bucky closed his eyes, arms flexing as he pounded into her.

"Fuck, doll-" he choked before releasing his load into her. His hot cum filled her cunt quickly, oozing out of the hole where it could. Bucky stayed planted in her, bending over to catch his breath. He had his forehead against her back before peppering it with kisses. Once he knew he was done he pulled back, watching as his load dripped out of her and onto his floor.

She bit her lip, spreading herself for him to show him. Two fingers even dipped in as she pushed it further into herself. Bucky groaned a bit, grabbing his phone that was on the coffee table and took a small recording of her, as she slowly fucked the cum into her.

"What a good girl..." he muttered. When she pulled her fingers out, she brought them to her lips. His camera followed to her face as she remained eye contact with the camera and sucked on her fingers, licking off every drop. He stopped the recording, threw his phone to the side of the couch and brought her into a hungry kiss. She was taken aback by the fact that he wanted to kiss her after that but she didn't protest.

Once he pulled back he had this smirk on his face.

"What?" she asks as she pulls away, sitting up on his couch.

"I just... have never done that before."

"Really?" she says, standing up, walking over to her pile of clothes.

"Yeah... I normally don't bring women, let alone one I have met one time, to my place."

"Well. there's a first for everything." She leans down, grabbing onto her shirt to pull over her head then onto her jeans to slip up.

"You sure you don't want to wash up?" She was putting her shoes on, pushing the sandal into one foot then another.

"Nah, I can do that at home. I have to run out now. I had a great time, Bucky. Don't be a stranger." With those last words she grabbed her purse and left. The door slammed shut, echoing throughout his apartment. He felt like he should have convinced her stay. Maybe talk? Instead he shook his head and laughed to himself. He saw her bunched up panties, and knew there was going to be a next time.

~

The next day at work went off without a hitch. He got some paperwork from one of their contractors that needed filling out. While in the midst of that his boss stopped by.

"Hey, James, got a minute?"

"For you? I don't think I have a choice,: he said in a joking tone. His boss laughed too. "Of course. How can I help you?"

"Was wondering if I could put my daughter here? She wants to see the ins and outs of the company."

"Yeah, of course. Bring her in."

When he opened the door wider and was met with her face, he instantly felt nauseous. His face froze up, trying not to show he was stressing out. Knuckles were gripping onto his chair like he was going to pass out at any second. He swallowed thickly as the night replayed in his head in warp speed.

"Hey, stranger..." was all she said before stepping into his office.

"You two haven't met before, have you?"

Bucky stumbled over his words. "N-No... I would have definitely remembered if I did," he says standing up. "It's nice to meet you," he says extending his clammy hand."