'The' Dogwood Pub

Thanks to the weight of the grocery bags, Dave nudged yet another package through the pub with his foot.

"What did you order this time," he muttered, grinning.

Balancing on one foot, Dave awkwardly kicked the door shut. The sound of overlapping voices from several TVs filled the air as he turned, only to catch sight of his wife, Allie, shouting at the multiple screens above the "L"-shaped bar. After 15 years of marriage, he still couldn't help but admire her, especially her curves, accentuated by a snug pair of jeans. Too bad he couldn't give that perfect ass a little smack. Not until he got rid of the packages, anyway.

"Fucking hell!" she shouted.

"What are you doing," Dave asked, his gaze locked on the fiery redhead as he walked toward the kitchen.

"Trying to get the damn games on the TVs, but this crappy remote won't cooperate."

The short leg of the "L" bar faced the seating area, while the longer leg was closed off, ending at the door to the patio. Behind the bar were two large windowless openings. One led to the patio, and the other connected the kitchen to the bar. Both had shelves where servers could grab finished food or drinks. Allie slammed the remote down on the bar. "I need you to fix it, please."

Dave put away the groceries and glanced through the kitchen window towards the bar. "Fix what?"

"The TVs and the remote. Please fix them." Allie walked behind the bar, passing Dave's window where over 30 taps lined the back wall. She poured herself a pint. "All this is going to drive me to drink."

Dave chuckled. "You already drink."

"Then I'll drink more. Want one?"

"Sure." Dave watched as his wife removed clips from her curly auburn hair and fluffed it out only to gather it back into a ponytail and reattach the clips. Though he often thought of her as a redhead, Allie corrected him countless times, explaining the many shades- hers being auburn, not red. Her sister, Shelley, on the other hand, wasn't a redhead either, but a deep garnet.

As his wife stretched her back, Dave couldn't help but notice the way her blouse strained to hold her figure, the buttons barely keeping the shirt together. He smirked and said, "I'll tell you what- I'll take care of the TVs if you make sure to install the dishwasher once it arrives."

"That sounds a bit sexist," said Allie.

"Having me handle all the tech sounds pretty sexist to me," Dave countered.

"That's different. You haven't had to deal with centuries of gender roles forcing certain jobs upon you," said Allie, handing him a freshly poured pint.

"Neither have you. You're 46," Dave replied.

"Generational trauma. Read a book. Now, husband, fix the TV, please and thank you."

Dave chuckled. "Wait. You've been 'front of house' for how many years?"

"That's not the point."

"How did you fix the TVs back then?"

Allie winked. "I've always had boys to handle it."

"Like the trash?"

"Exactly- 'boy job'."

"When was the last time you took out trash?"

"I don't know.... 2002?"

Dave moved from the kitchen into the bar, stopping at the empty spot under the bar top where the dishwasher would be installed. The stone of the bar top felt cool beneath his fingertips. "Okay. I'll sort out the TVs. You handle the dishwasher installation when it arrives."

A knock at the door interrupted them. Allie strolled to the front. "We'll see."

"This doesn't sound like stereotyping, by the way- it sounds like selective incompetence," Dave called after her as he grabbed the remote.

"Less talking, more fixing," Allie shot back. She opened the door to let in a young woman. She was in her mid-20s, dressed in a tight black skirt and a light grey blouse. The woman tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear, the rest pulled back into a tight bun. Allie extended her hand. "Hey, Ms. Freestone, right? Welcome to Dogwood Pub."

Ms. Freestone shook Allie's hand and said, "Thank you so much, Mrs. Brown. I'm really looking forward to the opening. This place looks incredible so far."

"Please call me Allie and thank you for coming! Have you met my tech guy, Dave?"

Dave waved, sensing Ms. Freestone's confusion. "Ha ha, she's kidding, Ms. Freestone. Actually, I'm The Dogwood Pub's Head Chef... and head husband, Dave Brown."

"Ah, I see. It's great to finally put a face to the voice. Pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Brown," Ms. Freestone replied, extending her hand.

Dave shook her hand with a wide grin. "Please. Call me Dave."

Allie rolled her eyes and mimed gagging by sticking her finger in her mouth.

Ms. Freestone held up a small portfolio. "I won't take up too much of your time. I just have some of the final paperwork that needs your signatures. I apologize we couldn't do it digitally, but my boss doesn't trust technology."

Allie laughed. "See, Dave? I'm not the only one."

"Yeah, yeah," Dave muttered. "But just so you know- trusting technology and knowing how to use it are two very different things."

"That's my boss for you," Ms. Freestone chuckled as she set a stack of papers on the bar in front of Dave and Allie. "I've taken the liberty of highlighting where I need initials and signatures. Most of them only need one of you to sign but I'll need both signatures at the end."

Allie grabbed a pen while Dave fiddled with the TVs. "Oh," said Ms. Freestone, "did you say this was 'The Dogwood Pub,' or just, 'Dogwood Pub?' Because here, you'll be signing for just, 'Dogwood Pub.'"

"'Dogwood Pub,'" said Allie.

"'The Dogwood Pub,'" said Dave.

They exchanged a look. Dave squinted at Allie. "I'm pretty sure we settled on 'The Dogwood Pub.'"

Allie smiled. "No, darling, we didn't. You did. But that was after me and all our friends thought it would be better as just, 'Dogwood Pub.'"

"Yeah," Dave replied, "but I'm the head chef."

"So?"

"So that means I get more of a say. My vote counts more."

Allie paused, leaned forward, and patted his cheek. "You're cute."

He glanced up at the TVs, then slapped the remote in frustration. "Goddammit!"

"May I?" asked Ms. Freestone, tucking another stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sure," Dave replied, handing her the remote.

"What channels were you trying to get on here?" she asked.

"All sports - any of them," Allie said, signing the stack of documents.

Dave looked at her. "What about the news?"

Allie and Ms. Freestone exchanged a glance. "The news?"

"Yeah," Dave said. "Depressed people eat and drink more."

Allie gave him a deadpan look. "Is that really what we want? Depressed people at Dogwood?"

"I mean, it's probably better than them watching sports and getting all riled up."

Allie shook her head. "Sports are way better. We're not going to be known as 'Dogwood Pub- the place where dreams go to die.'"

Ms. Freestone nodded. "Yeah, sports are better. In fact, depending on your sports packages, I can put a different sport on each TV."

Dave took a swig from his pint eyeing the TVs. "What about just one TV for the news?"

"No," Allie replied. "I'm 'front of house' and my vote weighs more."

"What the hell," Dave muttered looking at his wife, her grin stretching from one side of her face to the other. Her rosy lips were always ridiculously tempting. She passed some papers that needed his signature.

"Besides, babe, it looks like you're no better than me at this and it would take you forever to figure out how to switch it back without messing up the other TVs."

"You may have won this battle, love, but not the war," said Dave, eyeballing Allie. He glanced up at the TVs. "Oh, good! You fixed them!"

Dave signed off on the last page. Ms. Freestone gathered the documents and put them back in her portfolio. "Well, if you need the TVs changed again, just let me know. This place looks like a great spot to hang out."

Dave said, "Well, Ms. Freestone-"

"Kayla," she interrupted with a smile.

"Kayla- we'll send you an invite to 'Friends and Family Night' so you can try everything out."

"I'd love that."

"But could you please put the news on one of the TVs?"

"Not without your wife's permission."

Allie smiled, "I knew you were a girl's girl, Kayla."

After signing the paperwork, Allie led Ms. Freestone to the door, and they exchanged their goodbyes.

Dave walked behind the bar and bent over to inspect the open space where the dishwasher was supposed to go. Allie walked past him and gave his ass a playful smack. "She was pretty, huh?"

"To be honest, I didn't even notice."

Allie jumped up to sit on top of the bar. "I find that hard to believe. You're the kind of guy who knows the exact moment to pull pasta from the pot and you didn't notice how hot she was?"

"Darlin'," Dave said, standing up and stepping between her legs. "You know I only have eyes for you."

"But she was pretty."

"She was pretty, but not my favorite kind of pretty." He ran his hands up her legs and held her hips tight as he leaned in for a kiss. Allie grabbed his face and locked her lips to his. Dave broke free to move his kisses down her neck.

She let out a soft moan as his hands moved up her sides. Allie gasped, "And what's your favorite kind of pretty?"

Dave chuckled. "The kind of pretty that belongs to me."

Allie wrapped her legs around his torso while he moved down to her cleavage. "You know, babe, we still haven't christened this place yet."

"Any choice of where you would?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere- minus the floor."

"Ready to begin right now?"

Allie took in a breath as her legs pulled his hips into her, his hardness pressing against her. "Wait. Isn't Cynthia coming over soon for some designs?"

Dave moved back up her neck. "We rescheduled for tomorrow. So, we have the place to ourselves."

Allie closed her eyes as she felt his lips caress the length of her neck. She opened her eyes and spied the package he had placed down earlier. "Wait- that came today?"

"Well- I don't know about you, but I plan on coming today," Dave mumbled into her neck.

Allie unwrapped her legs and pushed Dave back. "Har har. No, dummy. That package came in today?"

"I guess. I'm more concerned about another package."

Allie slid off the bar and grabbed the delivery. "Don't worry, babe," she said, patting him through his jeans. "I have a surprise for you."

Dave let out a low growl. "Is it really that important?"

"Babe, I promise you, this surprise has been in the works for a while, and we will definitely keep our christening plans for later today," Allie said, darting to the back office. "Be back in a few."

Dave watched her hips sway as she disappeared around the corner to the office. He shifted uncomfortably, adjusting himself, then moved toward the kitchen. Though his thoughts lingered on what awaited him later, he knew he needed to focus on finalizing the food menu. If he had to wait, he'd make sure it was for a good reason. As all men know, nothing gets women going more than feeding them great food. And he was a trained chef, after all.

A little while later, Dave finished his dish and brought it to the bar for him and Allie to enjoy. From the back office, he heard, "Okay I'm ready!"

Dave's jaw dropped. "No way."

Allie pranced to him in a dirndl, spinning for his approval. "Well?"

"You're a German beer wench," he whispered.

"I am, indeed, a German beer wench. You know I take being 'front of house' seriously and I also take my role as 'head server' seriously. What do you think?"

Dave's face was beaming. "Oh, you know I love it. I can't believe you did this for me."

Allie clasped her arms together. "And this outfit really shows off my assets, doesn't it?"

"It really does," Dave said, feeling his pants tightening, for the second time in half an hour.

"It's all because I love you," she said, playfully biting her fingertip.

"Is all of this just for me?"

"This is just for you, honey." Allie whispered as her hand palmed his hardening dick, "Are you ready to play?"

"Oh, fuck yes," said Dave.

Suddenly, the door to the pub swung open, causing Allie to gasp and duck behind the bar to avoid being seen.

"Hey, Dave, how's it going?" a pink-haired woman asked as she walked toward him.

"Hey, uh, Cynthia, I'm good. How are you?" Dave replied, only to feel a smack on his leg. Looking down, he saw Allie crouched in the open space where the dishwasher was going to be installed. She had a finger pressed to her lips, her eyes wide with disapproval, silently scolding him for getting the time wrong about the appointment.

Cynthia sat down at the bar, placing her satchel bag onto her lap. "Doing well, doing well. I've got those designs for the wall colors and mural for you to look over. And, uh, I'm sorry- but did you make food? Whatever it is, it smells amazing!"

"Uh, yes, I did."

Cynthia looked over Dave's shoulder. "Is Allie around?"

"She is-" Dave felt Allie squeeze his leg firmly, "-not. She, uh, stepped out for a bit."

"Oh, too bad. That food really does smell incredible. Looks great, too. What is it exactly?"

"They're mini banh mi burritos. I marinated the pork overnight and pickled the veggies this morning. Instead of using a baguette, I thought I'd try a burrito-style wrap. So, I made an experimental batch. Though, I guess calling it banh mi might be a stretch now. Anyway, would you like to try some?"

Cynthia grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

Dave looked down at Allie's very unimpressed face and pursed lips. "I'm sorry Cynthia, but I thought we were meeting tomorrow? Did I get the date wrong?"

Cynthia reached for a burrito. "Oh shit! You're right! I totally forgot we changed the date."

Dave reached down and patted Allie's head, flashing her a smug smile. She promptly bit him. "Ouch!

"You okay," Cynthia asked, concerned.

"Yep, just brushed against a jagged corner. Still need to fix a few things."

Cynthia took a bite of the burrito. "Mmmm. Holy shit, this is amazing."

"Yeah. You like it?"

Cynthia took another bite. "Hell yeah, this is really fucking good. Can I have another one?"

"Of course," Dave said, grinning as Allie pinched him. "Because. I. Can. Always. Make. More."

Cynthia nodded enthusiastically, savoring her bite. "Seriously, Dave, these are so good. I hope the rest of your food is like this."

"I'm going to work like hell to make sure it is."

Cynthia looked behind him at a plaque. "You're CIA? No wonder."

"Yeah. Allie and I graduated the same year."

"She cooks, too?"

"God, no." Pinch. "She's Beverage and Wine Management."

"Oh, I didn't realize there were other programs there."

"Yep. Here- try this," Dave said, pushing a ramekin of sauce toward her.

Cynthia dipped a bite and stuffed it into her mouth. With her mouth full, she mumbled, "Ohmahgahd. Thish ish dellishus."

Dave laughed. "Thanks! I really appreciate that."

Just then Dave registered Allie's touch. Her hand slid beneath his balls and glided up over his dick, giving it a squeeze as she reached for the button on his pants. Feeling his jeans slacken as the button released, he felt the tug of his zipper being pulled down.

"Can I try another one?" asked Cynthia.

"Absolutely," Dave replied. "A chef always appreciates when someone enjoys their dish." He let out a nervous laugh, his voice unusually high-pitched.

Just then, Allie pulled his boxers down, freeing his now hardening cock. Allie gently drew him forward, his length growing with her touch. A flick of her tongue on the tip of his dick made him clear his throat.

"Wow, Dave, this is really good. I really mean it," Cynthia said.

"Maybe it should be on our appetizer list then?" Dave suggested.

"Definitely. This sauce is incredible too!"

Allie tugged him closer, causing him to lurch forward against the bar as she took his entire length into her mouth. "Oh-h-h, yeah," he stammered.

Cynthia gave him a puzzled look. Dave quickly covered, "I think I just had an idea for another sauce."

He felt Allie's mouth withdraw to the tip of his dick. Her tongue began to caress beneath his tip causing his pleasure to build like pressure in a cooker.

Cynthia asked, "Anything else you'd like another opinion on for your upcoming menu?"

Dave put on a thoughtful expression, but his mind was elsewhere - specifically, on Allie's hand pumping his cock while her tongue swirled around his head. He worried that he might climax while talking to Cynthia, a thought that both excited and unsettled him. Not enough to want her to stop though, as Allie was an exceptionally skilled... 'head server' after all. "Maybe. But not right now. I thought our meeting was tomorrow, so I planned on checking all the beer lines and making sure everything is in order."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Cynthia said, looking slightly disappointed that no more food would be forthcoming. "We can reschedule."

As Cynthia checked her phone's calendar, Dave's hand reached down, his fingers running through Allie's hair.

"Are you available this weekend," she asked.

"Oh, wow," he blurted. Allie slipped Dave's cock out of her mouth only to replace the void with his thumb.

"So, uh, is that a yes or a no," Cynthia asked, tilting her head.

Dave chuckled. "That works for me. It's a shame you're not available tomorrow, Allie and I are both free and I know she would love to see what you've got planned."

"Let's see," said Cynthia.

Dave closed his eyes. He could feel the pull of her lips as she moved and the squeeze of her throat as she continued to take his entire length. While he was distracted, Allie's hand caressed and slightly pulled his balls.

Dave glanced at Cynthia, still focused on her phone and found himself moving in sync with Allie.

Just then, Cynthia looked up, her expression pensive, eyes immediately widening in realization, just as Allie did something unexpected.

She inserted her finger in his ass.

"Oh, fuck," Dave shouted as he felt a surge of release into Allie's mouth.

"Oh, fuck," echoed Cynthia.

They exchanged glances across the bar, Cynthia gathering her things, while Dave, acutely aware of the roll of Allie's tongue and her firm grip.

Dave stared at Cynthia in horror, hoping she hadn't discerned the situation. Cynthia apologized, "Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

"What?" he responded, silently praying she hadn't noticed his momentary distraction.

"Dammit- because I mixed up my days I'm late for another appointment!"

As relief spread through his body, Dave relaxed his shoulders. "Oh, that's what you're worried about," he quickly replied. "I hope it didn't mess up the rest of the week's schedule."

"Is that why you yelled too," asked Cynthia.

"Yep, that's it. Exactly."

Cynthia dashed for the door. "Alright, sorry! I'll catch you and Allie tomorrow, same time!"

"Same place," he yelled back.

As the door clicked shut Dave stepped back from the bar, noticing Allie's grin. One that a predator might make after it catches its prey. She giggled.

"Goddamn, woman," Dave exclaimed, "that was fucking amazing." He pulled up his boxers and pants, tucking himself back into his jeans.

Allie laughed. "You didn't see that coming, did you?"

"A finger in the ass? Where the hell did you learn that?"

Allie pushed herself up to her knees and walked to the small sink. "Smut, babe. Thought I'd give it a shot. That, and my sister mentioned that Dan loves it when she does it to him."

"So, you chose to try that while someone else was in the room?"

"Why not? I mean, your dick was right in front of my face. What else was I supposed to do?"

"You're grinning like you just won a bet or something," he said.

"I did."

"With whom?"

She shrugged. "Myself."

"Yourself?"

Allie straightened out her outfit. "Yep. I was wondering if I could spice things up at my age."

"Because we're old?"

"Because you're old. I'm just not a naturally daring woman," she laughed.

Dave squinted at her. "I'm old? Oh yeah, you think so?" He then walked briskly towards the front door, calling back. "Get back up on the bar!"

He locked the door and turned to see a puzzled Allie. "I said, 'Get up on the bar.'"

Allie hesitantly lifted herself onto the bar, her stockinged legs swinging ever so slowly. Dave casually approached her, placing his hands on either side of her hips. She helped herself to the last burrito. "Damn, babe, these are pretty good. Are you adding them to the menu?"

"Maybe."

She offered him the last bite. Dave shook his head. "You take it. I'm craving something else."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Allie asked, tilting her head.

"Well, you know, one good deed deserves another," he murmured, with a low, simmering tone.

"Is that so?" she replied with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Dave swept her up and positioned her at the very edge of the bar. Her dress clung to her curves, and as her breasts swayed enticingly, he leaned in, irresistibly drawn to them. His lips descended to trail heated kisses along her exposed collarbone, moving steadily up her neck until he whispered in her ear, "Lay down."

Allie beamed. "Yes, chef."

Allie laid on her back, her pulse racing as she felt Dave's firm grip seize her ankles. Dave's hands roamed upward, tracing the smooth curve of her calves and skimming the edges of her stockings, his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, caressing the newly revealed skin with an intensity that made her shiver.

She gasped when she felt his lips kiss the inner curve of one thigh and then the other. His low hums began mingling with her soft moans. Running his hands up her thighs to her hips, Dave discovered that she wasn't wearing a thong. How she thought she wasn't naturally daring was beyond his comprehension.

Without hesitation, Dave reversed his motions. His fingers retraced their journey down to the edge of her stockings, gripping her calves firmly as his hands slid down to her ankles. A sharp yelp burst from her lips when he yanked her legs upward and draped them over his shoulders.

Dave's face plunged between her thighs; she could feel his faint stubble skating over her stockings, teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Every nerve in her body ignited with the anticipation of his mouth descending onto her clit.

And then his tongue struck- a scorching, maddening touch.

She gasped raggedly as his tongue danced along where her thigh met her hip. The heated pressure traced a deliberate arc, flickering from one side to her most sensitive spot and then to the other, disappearing only to be replaced by his breath, warm and weighted with the teasing scratch of his stubble.

His hold on her intensified. The indentations on her legs deepened as his hands clutched her thighs relentlessly. Lifting her slightly, Dave ran his tongue from the entrance of her pussy up to the top before locking onto her clit with engulfing precision. Her vision blurred into a haze of pleasure.

Allie's moans reverberated throughout the pub. "Fuuuck, yes," she gasped.

Desperate to feel him, she reached for his hair, tugging him closer with intense need. "Fucking devour me," she groaned, her voice thick with urgency.

He lifted her higher, shifting her balance so that her weight traveled from her hip to her upper back, leaving her aching and waiting. She locked her legs around him, drawing him in tighter. The sensation of his tongue running up and down her with unyielding suction sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. The blood roared to her core, transforming her desire into a searing, pulsing heat that radiated from her.

Dave's low hum turned into a guttural growl. His tongue returned to teasing her clit, flicking over it with relentless precision, making her eyelids flutter. She clutched his head tighter, demanding that he engulf her completely.

Dave's growl deepened. Allie squeezed her legs around him as he raised her higher until only her head and shoulders touched the bar's surface. Gripping the edge tightly, she cried out, voice gritty with need, "Dave, god, yes, Dave, yes!"

Dave consumed her as he buried his face deeper. Allie could feel her orgasm building as he rocked her back and forth. "Fuck, I'm about to cum, baby," she yelped. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare stop!"

Dave's lips and tongue feasted on her, each audible sound of his hunger merging with her ascending climax. With one hand, Dave released one leg and delivered a firm, exhilarating smack to her ass. Hard. The sudden smack of his hand launched her into her orgasm. "Fuuuuuuuuuckiiiing, yes!" she burst out, her thighs convulsing as they gripped him tighter, pulling his face deeper into her pussy. Each contraction sent ripples of pleasure down through her. Her body flooded the evidence of her pleasure into his waiting mouth.

Dave gently patted her trembling legs while lowering her slowly back onto the bar. He pried her thighs apart while they still shook, and Allie heard him draw in deep, consuming breaths.

They both panted for a few more moments, sweat and desire still mingling, while Allie's legs dangled over the bar's edge. Dave ran his hands from her knees up to her hips. "How are ya, baby?" he asked.

"Water, please," she rasped. Her eyes still closed, Allie heard Dave put ice into a glass and the soda gun cut on.

"Here, babe," he murmured. Opening her eyes, she beheld the insatiable man who had quite literally just taken her over the edge. She reached out her hand and he pulled her to a sitting position. She chugged the water in one gulp and handed it back to him. "Mmmmmm, baby, that was fucking incredible."

"It was just water," he shrugged with a shit-eating grin that sparkled with mischievous satisfaction—like the grin of someone who had just conquered the wildest ride of their life.

"Sorry I almost killed you," she laughed breathlessly.

He put his hands on her knees. "There are worse ways to die. Besides, if I'm not risking everything to give my wife an orgasm that shakes the very foundations of this place, then what am I even doing here?"

Allie yanked his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting her arousal and feeling the dampness of his beard. Fuck, she came hard.

They broke the kiss. She smiled at him. "I hope you don't think we're done yet."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I mean- this place needs to be christened," she declared.

Allie slid off the bar slowly. Dave led her towards the shadowed front of the pub where thick, wooden blinds shielding the street from view, were, thankfully, already closed. Just as Dave reached for her, Allie spun him around, yanking his pants down in one swift move. "That was impressive," he said.

A daring smile spread across Allie's face as she pushed him down onto the bench. "I'm a professional, Mr. Brown."

Dave watched, completely mesmerized, as she slowly untied the string that confined her large breasts. "Show me," he growled.

"Yes, chef," she replied. She cupped one breast through the fabric and released it, then did the same with the other. The sight of her enticing curves and perky, demanding nipples ignited a burning need within him.

Without breaking eye contact, Allie straddled him, pressing her slick, needy heat against his throbbing erection. "Do you have something for me, chef?"

"You know I do," he said. "Why don't you put me exactly where I belong?"

Allie grabbed his dick and positioned it at her entrance. The juices of her pussy easily coated the head of his cock. She lowered herself on him, causing him to gasp slightly at feeling her warmth envelop him.

One hand gripped her ass as the other guided a full tit to his waiting mouth. His tongue traced, then teased, her nipple with deliberate, sinful flicks. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, as she began riding him.

The bench, bolted firmly to the floor beneath them, resonated with their movements as it began banging against the wall. Dave's playful nibbles on her nipple pushed Allie to ride him even harder, pulling him in as her desire reached new heights.

"Fuck, baby, I love your tight pussy so much," he said, his voice raw with lust.

Allie smiled. "You'd better."

She continued riding him, the pounding of the bench hitting the wall getting progressively louder; the sound of their bodies colliding against each other, flesh against flesh, and her breaths hitting the top of his head as she moaned with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck, baby," Dave panted, his voice shaking with need. "Turn around and ride me."

"You want to see my ass, don't you?"

"Busted," he said with a smirk.

Allie raised herself up and turned around. His dick pointed straight up, slick with her juices. She flipped her dress upward, seating herself again on his lap, letting his cock nestle perfectly between her thighs, slowly rubbing her pussy up and down his length. Leaning back, she held him in place. "How's that, baby?"

With the head of his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit, Dave growled, "Almost there, but I need to be back inside of you. Make it happen."

"Yes, chef," she said. Allie lifted herself and positioned his dick at her entrance, slowly sliding it back inside of her. Reclining back, she began to rhythmically move up and down on his cock, his hands cupping her tits.

"Good girl," he said, voice low and husky. She continued riding him, her hands now running through that gorgeous, auburn hair.

Dave leaned forward as her hands steadied on his knees. "I want you to bounce on my cock," he demanded.

A purr of agreement escaped her as she slowly arched her ass upward, then as she reached the point where his dick was almost out, she slammed back down onto him. The clap was loud, but not quite as jarring as the banging bench.

"Like that?" she asked.

"Just like that," he whispered, breathless.

She slowly rose up only to slam back onto him. After doing this several times at a painstakingly slow pace, Allie quickened her movements. Dave's hand reached around, finding her clit. He began passionately circling it, matching her increased speed with aggressive, unyielding strokes. "Oh, fuck, Dave, I love your dick. Fuck, you're filling me!"

Dave gripped her hips and began thrusting upward, each forceful motion causing their bodies to clap louder against each other, his length coated from her pussy. Their speed increased but Dave desired something else. He stood up, causing her to catch herself with her hands on the small tables to support herself. Now they were both standing and he was taking her fully from behind, desperately trying to get deeper inside of her.

"Oh, shit, yes" she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and surprise. "Are you gonna fuck the hell out of me or what?"

A sharp spank to her ass, confirmed his answer, making her yelp. "Touch yourself, Allie," he panted. "I want you to fucking cum all over the floor."

Her moan echoed his desire as he smacked her ass again, quickening his pace. She begged, "Harder, chef. Fuck me harder."

Dave, knowing her every curve and desire, slammed into her hard. Each forceful thrust, each powerful smack to her ass left his mark on her. Holding his pace steady, he jerked her hips upward, plunging further into her. Allie's cries filled the air, each one a testament to the unwavering pleasure. Dave leaned in so he could marvel at the way her large breasts swayed with each thrust.

Dave could feel the low build of his orgasm. "Come on baby, finger yourself."

"I-I am," she gasped.

"Do you want to cum all over my dick?"

"Yes."

"And all over the floor?"

"Y-y-yes!"

"Then cum for me, right now, in our place."

"F-f-uck yes!"

"Then fucking do it. Finger yourself while I fuck you until you shatter."

Her moans escalated into squeals, each sound spelling out unambiguous submission. Dave, intimately acquainted with her language of lust, pushed her further.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, this is so fucking hot," she cried between ragged breaths.

"Cum for me, Allie."

Dave felt his own climax surging, the rising need as his cock twitched with anticipation. Allie screamed, "Ohmyfuckinggoddamn! Claim me, mark me with your cum!"

Her legs buckled from the overwhelming pleasure. With one final, desperate thrust, Dave locked his hips with hers, his cock pulsing as it erupted. The force of his climax sent tremors through his legs; he slumped back onto the bench, pulling Allie down with him. "Fuck, I'm still cumming," she trembled.

She leaned back against him, his pulsating cock still inside her. Feeling her chest rise, searching for more breaths, Dave savored the bittersweet exhaustion.

Arching her back, Allie pressed her head to the side of his, whispering with a playful edge, "I can feel you down my thighs," she said. Tracing her fingernails from his aching balls along the underside of his shaft, she drew a deep shuddering quiver from him. Allie chuckled, as the door suddenly rattled.

"Was that the door," asked Dave.

Before they could react further, rapid knocks thundered against the door. A muffled voice came from outside. "Allie! Dave! Let us in!"

"Oh, shit," Allie cursed softly, springing to her feet. Despite Dave softening, he remained inside of her. As she rose, they both saw a slick line of cum trail to the floor. "Oh, fuck. Take care of that," she commanded, tugging her breasts back into her dress.

"With what?" Dave grumbled.

Looking around the bar, she spotted a stack of table wipes and flung them all down onto the spot. Dave yanked his pants up quickly.

"I know you're all in there," yelled the woman's voice from the other side of the door.

Allie hissed. "It's my sister! Hurry! I need to go change!"

The voice responded. "Allie? I hear you! Hurry up! It's pouring out here!"

"Goddammit," Allie muttered, straightening her dirndl before giving Dave a quick, determined look. "Are you ready?"

Dave merely shrugged with a smirk, his hands full of rags. "Sure."

Unlocking the door, Allie swung it open, and a vibrant burst of energy came tumbling in- her garnet-haired sister, followed by a tall, dark-haired man. "Damn, girl, that's a hell of an outfit," Allie's sister said. "You look hot!"

"Thanks, Shelley, just something I felt like trying on," said Allie, with a playful pose.

The dark-haired man who entered greeted them, "Hey, Browns."

"Hey, Greenes," replied Dave. Dan reached out a hand to shake but Dave just held up the rags and motioned towards the bar. They walked over to the stools, Dan impressed with the TVs.

Shelley looked around the pub. "Dan here said we should check out the progress of this place since we were in the area. Sorry if we were interrupting something- I feel like we interrupted something."

"No, no, you didn't. Why would you say that?"

Shelley looked around. "Because it smells like sex in here."

Allie balked. "What? No way, we were just sorting and itemizing our inventory."

"You sure about that," asked Shelley. A smug smirk and cocked eyebrow matched Shelley's implied accusation.

"Why would you say that?"

Shelley pointed at the floor between Allie's legs. Allie looked down to see distinct, wet marks- proof of their christening activity. She glanced back at Shelley, who beamed with unapologetic satisfaction.

"Well, shit," Allie laughed, the intensity of the moment still heavy in the air.