The Muscles From Bradford

The Muscles From Bradford

Muscle man rolled into the bar with his girlfriend on the first night I was behind the bar. He wasn’t what I think of as my type, looked like he took too much care of himself. His girlfriend was platinum blonde and thought she was lady GaGa. She looked utterly ridiculous.

He stationed her at one of the tables at the most prominent part of the upper level of the club. All front I thought to myself. When he came to the bar I groaned when I realised I was going to have to serve him, I had hoped the other girls or Chris the bar manager would be doing it. It’s not that I had taken a total dislike to him, just that I’d seen his type before and they make me think “Whatever!”.

That changed when he ordered and while doing so gave me a long, lecherous look up and down. Normally that would have been unwelcome but for some reason it excited me.

So that’s how I started fantasising about muscle man. I decided to call him Mark and what follows is what I frigged myself off to in bed that evening.

. . .

Mark came back to the bar for another round of drinks. He asked for a bottle of Sol but we where out and I explained I’d have to go down to the cellar to get a crate. Chris was nowhere to be seen and Mark offered to help. It was obvious why, he was looking at me in that way that had made my pussy tingle earlier.

He followed me down the stairs and into the cellar. I turned to face him, wanting him to kiss me, He didn’t. His hands grabbed my boobs through my T Shirt. My tits aren’t huge, B cup, and I thought that Mark would have ignored them after the bigger pair on his girlfriend.

I closed my eyes, wondering what he’s do next. I felt his fingers unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. Fuck he wasn’t messing about!.

I wiggled my hips to help him push the jeans down and felt his big, strong hand slip inside my panties. I was soaking wet and had a full bush of pubic hair as I wasn’t expecting to pull on my first night. His fingers pushed through my curly forest and into my pussy. He didn’t bother to rub my clit, he ploughed straight in with two fingers and hooked them round inside me.

Cheeky bastard I thought! And aren’t I a lucky girl.

I grabbed his cock through his trousers. It wasn’t huge, even though it was hard but it was nice to feel it and know it would be dribbling precum down his leg.

He found my G Spot straight away. His fingers rubbed me immediately making me weak at the knees. In thirty seconds I felt myself cumming and my crotch becoming wet. I came and drenched his hand and my panties that were only half way down my thighs.

Mark kept going squeezing and massaging until I could hardly speak and lost count of how many times I came. Perhaps it was just one big orgasm.

We left the cellar. Me wearing a big smile and Mark with my panties in his pocket.