Ava glanced up from wiping the counter of the bar, as a customer pushed through the doors of The Cream and the Salt. She raised an eyebrow at his attire. A formal tuxedo, which hugged his body very nicely but looked way out of place in the sports bar.
 
 
When he took a seat on one of the stools, she finally recognised him. Dark Arabian skin, five o’clock shadow that was almost a six o’clock shadow now. The man from yesterday. She poured him a drink of redhead and pushed it his way. “How was the wedding?”
 
 
He looked slightly surprised at being remembered, but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead he occupied himself with sipping the creamy brew.
 
 
“That bad?” Ava gave a sympathetic grimace, and scrubbed a stubborn spot on the wood of the bar.
 
 
“Yeah. Photoshoots, a bridezilla, stuffy guests.” He groaned. “And they didn’t even have a bar tab going.”
 
 
“Damn, that’s shit dude.” Ava kept scrubbing, mentally cursing the idiot who spilled his drink earlier.
 
 
“This one is pretty good.” He nodded at his drink.
 
 
“Yeah, redhead whatshisname from yesterday really came through.” Ava chuckled.
 
 
“You really did a number one him.”
 
 
“Quickest gurgler in the county.”
 
 
“Really?”
 
 
“Got a trophy to prove it.” Ava nodded at a faux-gold vagina on a shelf next to the glasses. “County Champion of the Year for Speed.”
 
 
He nodded appreciatively and took another sip of his drink. “You win best quality too? This is great.” He teased with a smile.
 
 
Ava chuckled back. “Sadly, no. You’re sweet though.”
 
 
He was blushing, and quickly changed topics. “Slow in here today.”
 
 
“None of the regulars aren’t in yet. And the casuals only come by on the weekend.” Ava shrugged.
 
 
He nodded, glancing across the room behind them. No one sat at any of the tables, leaving them alone. “Like I said yesterday, the wedding was in the way of helping you out. But that's over now.”
 
 
“You suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
 
 
“Maybe. But since we’re alone, maybe something a bit slower?” He looked at her hopefully.
 
 
Ava stopped scrubbing and put down her rag. “Well, you’re handsome. And redhead was so popular we could do with a refill. So why not?”
 
 
He slid off his stool, and stood awkwardly. “Uh, so do I follow his example?”
 
 
Ava pushed through the swinging doors between the bar and the outer pub. “Let me close up for a moment.” She spoke back to him as she walked to the door, swung the sign to closed and slammed home the bolt.
 
 
He didn’t hide his gaze as he admired her naked body from behind - Ava’s uniform being a smile.
 
 
She turned back to him with a grin. “That’ll let us take our time.” Ava moved over to him, her hands sliding to the lapels of his tux.
 
 
“I hope I don’t stink. Long day.” He looked away sheepishly.
 
 
Ava pushed her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled. “Mmm . . . nothing bad. Just strong male. It’ll make your brew very woodsy.” She undid the button holding the jacket closed, and eased it back over his shoulders. He moved his arms to let it fall to the ground behind him, while Ava popped the buttons leading down the front of his shirt.
 
 
A muscular torso, olive skinned, with a trail of hair leading down into his pants was exposed when he shrugged his shirt off. Ava traced the trail with a finger, hooking the finger into the sash at his waist. She gave it a harsh tug and the clasps snapped and it fluttered to the ground. Her hands moved to the tailored pants next, easing them down his body, exposing a nice bulge in the black form fitting underwear underneath.
 
 
He let out a low groan as he ran a hand over the bulge, and then she was kneeling. He’d seen it with redhead yesterday, so he got the idea quickly, letting her tug off the black dress shoes, his pants and the socks underneath were then peeled off. She grinned, reaching up for his underwear.
 
 
He let out a gasp as she tugged them down roughly, and he kicked them off at her indication. She stood again, cupping his swollen balls in own hot hand, and inspecting him.
 
 
He felt incredibly exposed, naked in front of her, his clothes laying around the floor and his manhood in the palm of her hand. Ava just grinned though, rolling his balls around in her hand, which made his erection slap against his abs.
 
 
“Ah, do you mind if I . . . . “ He trailed off.
 
 
“If you fuck me?” She finished for him. “Go ahead.” She turned gracefully, exposing her shapely ass, and leaned over the nearest table, legs spread. Exposing a slowly dripping slit.
 
 
His cock led the way as he approached, his eyes fixated on her slit. The one that would be churning him up soon. His cock jerked at the thought, and he wrapped a hand around it to guide his erection into her slit. Copious lubrication meant he slid into it easily, the slit surprisingly tight for one that regularly fit whole men into it, but still loose enough that he barely had to apply pressure to slide in. He groaned as his balls pressed against her, his cock bottomed out.
 
 
“That all you got?” Ava shot a teasing grin over her shoulder.
 
 
He huffed, holding himself close to her hips. Fearful of spilling too soon. “Ugh . . . it's seven inches, not that small.” Taking a deep breath and holding it, he shuddered.
 
 
“Feels like someone is close.”
 
 
“Oh god yeah . . . . I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday, and didn’t even get a chance to jack off.”
 
 
Ava grinned, pressing her hips back and wiggling them a little.
 
 
He let out a groan. “Oh god don’t do that . . . . I was afraid my dick would break off, it was so hard all day. I’ll cum . . . .”
 
 
“Then fuck me like you mean it!”
 
 
His hands tightened around her hips, his muscles tensing as he pulled Ava back against his balls. A low growl ripped from his throat as his powerful thighs tore his cock from her slit, and then slammed it back inside with a wet squish and the noisy slap of his balls. The impact of his heavy seedmakers sending tingles of thrilling pain up into his groin.
 
 
“Aaah . . . that is better!” Ava groaned out.
 
 
Squish, squelch, slap. A rhythm was quickly worked out and he let out low groans as he began to roughly fuck her, his fingers leaving bruises on her skin where they dug in. He leaned over her back to growl into her ear. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, and then fucking feed you my body.”
 
 
Ava shivered.
 
 
“You like that? Like me telling you the dirty things I’m going to do to you?” His voice strong now, low and growly. With each thrust, the pair grew sweatier, their bodies slick and the scent of sex filling the air. Ava’s juices already ran down to soak his hairy thighs.
 
 
“Yesss . . . .” The words escaped as a hiss between clenched teeth.
 
 
“I’m gonna fill you up, fucking to the brim. Make you drip with me!” His torso arched, sweat running down his toned muscles in salty lines, and with a roar befitting a neanderthal, his cock unloaded. Firing thick white stripes into Ava’s womb, his balls pulled up tight and his whole body shuddering as he came. After several moments, he collapsed against her back, mumbling incoherently.
 
 
Ava groaned, enjoying the heat of his body against hers for several moments, but business couldn’t be put off forever. She rolled them both over - no easy feat with all his muscle, but one she’d perfected over the years - till she sat in his lap. “This’ll hurt a little.” She whispered to him, giving his sweaty ear a lick. She briefly considered sending him to her stomach, because he tasted delicious but that’d necessitate a really long toilet break later tonight and she had no one to cover the bar.
 
 
He groaned, eyes only half open. “Ugh . . . . whatever you need.”
 
 
Ava grinned and closed her eyes, steadying herself with a hand and foot either side of his hips. With a low groan, she contracted her muscles. His body jerked up into her cunt as the powerful suction applied.
 
 
He let out a groan at the sensation on his overstimulated penis, combined with the feeling of his heavy balls being dragged inside her.
 
 
Slowly, Ava stood, her cunt holding him rigid. Lifting his hips. Till she stood upright; thankful for the stability of the special tables they’d had installed for the stripper nights. Then she let her pussy slurp down on him even harder, and he was forced to double over. Legs hitting his shoulders. With a lewd squelch he slid up into her like a folded piece of toast. Slurp, sqlurk, squelch.
 
 
He moaned a few times as it progressed, which might’ve been from pain or pleasure or a combination of both. But within moments his whole body was dragged up into Ava’s womb.
 
 
Ava rubbed her suddenly bulging abdomen as she slid herself carefully off the table and headed back to the door to unlock it and turn the sign back to open. Inside, her meal gurgled rapidly and her skin, bulging with the odd shapes of his curled body, began to smooth over.
 
 
Ava made it back to the barrels of brew by the time he was just sloshing liquid inside her womb, and crouched, her powerful legs keeping her cunt aimed over the barrel - still half full of redhead. “Ugh . . . . out you come!”
 
 
She let out a orgasmic cry as her pussy contracted, and a torrent of opaque femcum splashed out. White caps rippled across the surface as the two brews mixed. Just before it could overflow, the runoff kicked in and began to suck the extra into another unseen barrel for later.
 
A few moments later Ava came down from the high, even sweatier than before, and let out a long exhalation of relief. “God that was intense.”