#mr96

being a bartender at one of the most popular sports bars in dallas wasn't for the faint of heart. the one you work at is where the dallas stars tend to frequent after home games and wins.

mikko rantanen was a frequent player who came to you when he wanted another drink. or a little something else. it's nothing serious. just hooking up.

he's already here tonight. you're serving another customer, pouring up some kind of fruity cocktail that definitely costs way too much for how bad it actually is. he's waiting on one side of the bar. other bartenders have offered to serve him, but he'd rather wait for you.

you finally made your way over to him, leaning on the bar to hear him clearly over the music and the general loudness of the bar.

'can i get you a beer?' you asked.

he shook his head. 'i want you.' he was straight to the point.

you took a look at the time, then back at him. 'staff bathroom. five minutes.' you said.

you grabbed the staff bathroom key from underneath the bar counter, then called out to kelly.

'i'm going on my break.'

kelly laughed. 'yeah, sure. go have fun.' she knew it wasn't going to be a normal break; knew exactly what you were going to do.

you were sitting on the counter in the staff bathroom when the knock on the door came.

'come in.' you called out. the door had been unlocked from your key.

mikko stepped in with wyatt johnston behind him.

'oh, brought a friend tonight, did you?' you asked, hopping down off the counter.

'he's been bragging about you.' wyatt said.

'and he wants your mouth.' mikko said.

it's not like the two of you haven't ever spoke about potentially bringing in a teammate or two of his. so, you weren't surprised and were completely okay with this.

'you sure you can handle that?' you asked wyatt.

he nodded, eyes widening in shock when you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you, pushing him towards the counter for him to sit up on it and get his cock out of his pants.

you settled in front of him, kind of bent over so that your face was level with his cock. long and thick, already leaking precum from the tip. no way you're kneeling on the dirty floor of the bathroom. and this way, mikko could fuck you at the same time.

his big hands settled on your hips, reaching one hand in front of you to unzip your jean shorts and pull them down, letting them pool at your ankles over your boots. then he was sliding your wet panties to the side and pulling his own cock out of his pants.

he waited until you had wrapped your lips around wyatt's tip before guiding his to your entrance and slowly sinking in. your hands gripped wyatt's thighs tightly as you swirled your tongue around just the tip first.

then you kissed the sides of his shaft, licking a stripe back up to the tip and then hollowing your cheeks and sinking all the way down onto him. you reached one hand underneath, fondling his balls.

mikko waited for you to get adjusted with wyatt in your mouth before starting to thrust into you. he knew you didn't have a lot of time, technically being on a break from serving drinks at the bar, so they're all gonna have to finish quickly.

he reached around your hips, still thrusting into you as he reached a hand down in between your thighs to rub circles on your clit. you moaned around wyatt, making him push further down into your throat, making you deepthroat him.

wyatt's hand tangled in your hair, pushing you down further onto his cock as he bit his lips to contain his moans and groans. the sound of mikko's cock slamming into you and the skin on skin can't be heard out in the bar; the music is too loud.

when you squeezed wyatt's balls, that's when he came down your throat, hips jerking.

'jesus, sorry.' he said when you gagged for a second.

'it's okay.' you said when you pulled off, licking another stripe on him.

you moaned again when mikko hit that spongy spot inside of you, walls clenching and clit pulsing under his fingers. then, you were coming around him, pussy spasming.

'that's it.' mikko whispered as wyatt ran a hand through your hair and over your face.

mikko thrust into you one more time before pulling out, sending ropes of come shooting across your ass and the backs of your thighs so that he wouldn't do it in you. that's a rule you have; he can hit it raw but no coming inside. probably a bad idea, but oh well.

wyatt was grabbing a couple paper towels to help mikko clean you up with. you caught your breath, brushing some of your hair back.

'that was fun. you should join us again sometime.' you said to wyatt.

mikko carefully cleaned you up, making sure not to be too rough with the paper towels. then he helped pulled your panties back into place and your shorts back up so they were fitting comfortably.

you ran your hand through your hair to fix it again, and reapplied your lipstick that was now smudged and most of it on wyatt's cock. then you turned to face them before you went back out into the bar and back to work.