As a full-time bartender, I’ve seen my fair share of handsome men walk through the doors of the bar. And at least every shift I hear someone say fuck that bartender by some rude college kid I am throwing out. But tonight I needed fucked bad and then a guy walks into a bar, ha ha, I know. But there was something different about Bobby. He had a certain charm and charisma that immediately drew me in. And when I found out he was an artist, I was even more intrigued.

Bobby was a casual customer, but he quickly became a regular. He would come in a few times a week and we would chat and laugh over a drink or two. I could tell he appreciated my curves and loved my large 40F tits. And I loved how he would worship my body, both in words and actions.

One night, after the bar had closed, Bobby offered to help me clean up. As we worked together, the sexual tension between us was palpable. I could see the desire in his eyes and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

As soon as the last glass was put away, I turned to Bobby and said, ‘I want you to come home with me.’ He didn’t hesitate for a moment before saying, ‘Yes.’

As soon as we arrived at my apartment, I led Bobby to my bedroom. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he looked at my large, juicy curves. He couldn’t wait to touch and taste every inch of my body.

We stripped off our clothes and Bobby immediately went for my tits. He sucked and teased my nipples until they were hard and aching. I moaned with pleasure as he worshipped my body.

Bobby then moved his attention to my pussy. He used his fingers and mouth to bring me to orgasm over and over. I lost count of how many times I came, but I knew I wanted more.

I pushed Bobby onto his back and climbed on top of him. I impaled myself on his hard cock and rode him hard. I could feel another orgasm building deep inside of me and I let go, cumming hard all over his cock.

Bobby then flipped me over and took control. He fucked me hard and fast, bringing me to another orgasm. I could feel his cock swell inside of me as he reached his own release.

We lay there in bed, our bodies entwined and spent. I knew I had found a man who truly appreciated my body and loved to pleasure me. And I knew I would never get enough of him.

Over the next few weeks, Bobby and I continued to see each other. We would meet up at the bar and then go back to my apartment for wild, passionate sex. I loved having my body worshiped and my pussy and clit brought to orgasm over and over. And Bobby loved pleasuring me.

I was a full-time bartender who loved bringing home random guys to help me out in the fucking department. But with Bobby, it was different, he didn’t just fuck that bartender, he wasn’t just a random hookup. He was a man who truly appreciated my body and made me feel desired. And for that, I was grateful.

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