The Bartender and the Papa Bear

Phillip wasn't even expecting to be invited to his daughter's wedding. They had never been close and he was rarely able to help in any way whatsoever, especially after his ex-wife remarried. Impressed with the banquet hall, he quickly found his name tag and the table number. Noticing that it was the same table as his ex, he anticipated spending his time anywhere else.

Which is how he found himself at the sidebar near the kitchen.

The first gin and tonic appeared as fast as it had been ordered, Phillip's bartender shooting him a smile as she gave him the fancy stuff instead of the cheap swill. Sliding a twenty-dollar bill across the counter, he gave her a smile as she slipped the bill from beneath his hand. Vanessa, as her name tag outed her, seemed to be enjoying his company, giving him a much-needed moment of joy. This redheaded bartender was out of his league, tall and built, tattoos covering both of her arms as her Buddy Holly glasses sat snugly upon her face. But he appreciated her warm smile, even though he knew it was just part of the job.

Aside from the intimidating tattoos and appearance, Phillip found her incredibly oh so sexy and beautiful, her confident and strong posture leading, like all roads, to her amazing breasts. Enjoying his drink, he watched in awe as she served the other customers.

At certain points, Phillip caught himself staring a bit, turning his head towards other matters as his new friend carried on making drinks. Continuing to loiter, he watched as the other patrons came to the bar and received the swill, giving him the sense of importance when it came to his drinks. Shooting her another smile, he held up his empty glass and made a funny, frowny face.

Skipping the next in line, Vanessa attended to Phillip, his second gin and tonic arriving with an extra edge that caused him to clear his throat after the first sip. Perhaps the funny, frowny face was not the way to go, he thought to himself. Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable again, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down a bit. Looking around, he took note of the closest exit in the room, just in case.

After finishing his second drink, Phillip started to feel warm. A hot flash running over his body slightly as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, his tie long gone and jacket forgotten at home. Now without asking, Vanessa showed up with yet another drink and this time, an even bigger smile.

This woman was gorgeous in Phillip's eyes. And he had NO idea why she was giving HIM this attention.

Polishing off his third gin and tonic, he placed the empty glass down on the bar and attempted to flag down the bartender one more time. The tall redhead, fully aware that the man was now teetering on the drunken side, brought him over a seltzer water and dropped it off with a wink. Picking it up, Phillip rolled his eyes figuring that this was just his luck.

And that was that. Here he was at his daughter's wedding, completely alone.

Allison, his one and only daughter, had opted to pay for her own wedding, but Phillip felt she may have been saying that just to be nice. The lavish affair was fully funded by the bride and groom allegedly, most likely due to the years of frayed relations between Phillip and his family. And while Phillip was supposed to have a date, yet another frayed relationship had blown up in his face, leaving him both alone and frustrated.

It was then that his biggest fear of the event came true.

His daughter had spoken with him prior to the event about a group first dance. Allison would dance with her new husband Jeff, Phillip would dance with his date, and Allison's mother and stepfather would conclude the group. Phillip had held out hope that his current flame may still show up, but he was downright terrified of being embarrassed in front of all these people.

"Alrighty folks, let's start with the bride and groom to the dance floor, Allison and Jeffrey," the DJ called out in a monster truck promotion style voice before starting to play the Final Jeopardy music as people started returning to their seats.

Taking another sip from his seltzer, the tipsy Phillip started to panic, wondering how he was going to handle the upcoming humiliation. Playing it cool, he continued to loiter at the bar, not turning towards the dance floor as more attendees began to clap for the bride and groom.

"And up next, let's bring out Allison's mom and stepfather, Janet and Bill!"

Ugh, Phillip thought to himself, knowing that he and his invisible date were going to be up next. As he anticipated the next announcement, he began to tap his fingers feverishly on the bar.

"And finally, let's hear it for Phillip and Claire!"

That was it, standing at the bar Phillip could suddenly feel a bright light aimed directly at him.

"Hello? Paging Phillip and Claire. Paging Phillip. And CLAIRE."

Phillip began to wonder if this was all a set up. Wrapped up in his own issues, he began to panic a bit as he felt more and more eyes turn towards him. Standing up straight, he tried to ignore the fact that he was on display in front of at least 200 people.

Turning around, he held up his seltzer as a toast before spinning back towards the bar quickly. Thinking that would be the end of it, Phillip was surprised at what happened next.

The people in attendance started chanting his name.

"PHIL-LIP"

clap clap clap

"PHIL-LIP"

clap clap clap

Shocked, he placed his drink down and turned around, planning to give everyone one more wave before breaking for the exit nearby.

Waving, he started making his way towards the staff exit, when something that he wasn't expecting took place. Vanessa, the incredible bartender that had taken such good care of him, was doing it again. Coming out from around the bar, she wrapped her arms around him, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Come on, let's get you out there quick," she smiled, taking him by the hand.

The two walked out to the dancefloor, holding hands and smiling, Phillip giving a wave as the people in attendance cheered a bit more. Not exactly sure how to proceed, he decided to lean into it, as neither other dancing couple seemed to think anything was amiss.

Phillip and Vanessa joined the dance, a light fare that tends to be played at lots of weddings. Towards the end of the song, a forever grateful Phillip gave Vanessa a big hug. It was at this moment, that the sexy redhead realized that her date was packing more than she expected. Watching a slight bulge in his pants, the bartender realized that her night may end up even better than anticipated. Becoming more aroused as the two danced, Phillip took the lead and dipped her something fierce, her red hair tickling the floor as she watched her world flip upside down.

After a few spins and twirls by the bride, the six dancers started encouraging others to join the party. As more and more people moved on to the dance floor, Phillip and his surprise dance partner attempted to relocate over to the side. Deep down, he had hoped he'd find a quiet place for an appreciative conversation.

Finding themselves fully away from the dancefloor, Vanessa took his hand and walked him into the back room, through the double doors that separated the party from the staff. The two moved in unison through a storage area, the bartender grabbing two bottles of fancy champagne and sticking one under arm as she took hold of Phillip's hand again.

Carrying on, the two approached the two head chefs before passing the kitchen and then the dishwashing station. Everyone in the back was watching, taking note of their coworker leading this older man through the building and towards the back door. They all appreciated her beauty as well, with many trying but none of the employees succeeding up to that point.

Once outside the back door, she continued to lead him, bringing him to a limo that was parked in the back of the building. Knocking on the front window, the driver rolled it down and gave her a smile, unlocking the doors in the back. Opening it for her dance partner, the bartender motioned for Phillip to hop inside.

Climbing in, he slid his ass across the back seat, with Vanessa crawling in behind him and pulling the door shut behind her.

"We don't have much time," she said, reaching for his belt buckle. "I need what you're packing."

Phillip, sitting against the far side of the car, could only watch as the redhead unbuckled his pants. Reaching in, she grabbed hold of his growing manhood and began to squeeze his flesh in her hand. Peering out the windows, Phillip looked around in a panic, making sure the coast was clear before consenting to this horny bartender at his daughter's wedding.

Not seeing anyone outside, despite the fact that a few of the dishwashers may have been watching, Phillip decided to go for it and began shimmying out of his pants.

"Wait wait Vanessa," Phillip spoke out before she pulled his cock from his underwear. "Should I go get a condom?"

"We're good bare," she responded. "But please call me baby, it's a thing I like."

"Fuck yeah. Baby," he replied awkwardly, helping her pull his briefs down and release his massive cock from its prison cell. He was thankful that she hadn't run away screaming at his lack of charisma.

As a brief side note, Phillip had some slightly awkward life experiences due to his impressively large penis.

Sadly, it hung to the left a little as well, which was something that worried him for years and years. Not the size of it, but the hang. When he lost his virginity, he was teased ever so slightly, which always left him a bit shyer and more reserved as he travelled through life.

In college, he worried that people would make fun of him, despite the fact that the ladies would have most likely fawned over him. Lacking self-confidence, Phillip kept his awe-inspiring manhood to himself throughout most of his life, even wondering to this day, if his wife left because of it.

And while he always worried about the ladies being afraid of his manhood, it became much more a matter of fit, than it was of hang. With several women in his life telling him that they didn't think it would fit.

Either way, that was all then and this was now.

With his manhood fully grown and exposed, Vanessa stared at it with her mouth agape. A hint of drool escaped her lower lip as she admired the art before her. She had enjoyed her fair share of men over the years, but she had never seen anything quite like this.

Lunging for it with both hands, she encased his cock like it was a hundred-dollar bill abandoned on the street. Nestling it against her face, she brushed her cheek along his flesh, pushing his cock against her face with her hands. As she began to stroke it at an increased pace, a drop of precum appeared at the tip, causing her to slap it against her face with a giggle and smile.

"It's so big," she spoke aloud, shocked at the size of his cock. "I didn't... I didn't think it'd be like THIS!"

"I can go if you want," Phillip replied sheepishly, unsure what else to do.

"You will do NO such thing," she snapped. "I'm going to fit that beast inside me."

Smiling at the redhead between his legs, Phillip felt good knowing that his cock still had another inch to go. Laying back, he savored the feeling of her stroking his dick. Using two hands, she moved both up and down in unison, adding a twisting motion every time her hands met at the tip. She gleefully played with, knowing that her pussy was getting itself ready faster and faster.

Still working his shaft, the redheaded bartender reached down into her own pants, finding her pussy and playing with it ever so slightly. At the same time, she started to suck on Phillip's cock, drooling on the tip to ease its entry into her mouth. Getting a little in her mouth, she licked at it feverishly with her tongue before her first attempt to take as much as she could. Forcing it into her mouth, she exhaled through her nose as her other hand felt the warmth begin flowing in her snatch. With her fingers now toying, rubbing her clit back and forth like the pages of a sporting goods catalogue, Vanessa moaned around the shaft in her mouth. Feeling extra hot, she started to bounce in place a little, letting gravity push her down on to his cock and her own hand.

With her fingers feeling noticeably slick, she took her hand from her pussy and began pulling down her pants. Doing her own shimmy now, she continued to inhale Phillip's cock as he sat back and enjoyed the show. Quickly climbing up from the floor, Vanessa grabbed his shaft and squatted over it.

Looking down, Phillip watched as the well-trimmed beauty rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. Enjoying the sight, he savored her taking control, working his shaft like the rest of him was just an innocent bystander.

"OH, it's so big," she exclaimed before lowering her voice to whimper, her legs beginning to shake as Phillip's cock made it's way about an inch or two inside of her. With a tremble in her voice, and her legs, she began to wobble as he inched his way deeper and deeper. "OH, I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Mr. Bedingfield!"

That was kind of odd, Phillip thought to himself, unsure why she decided to use his last name all of a sudden. Ignoring the awkward comment, Phillip started thrusting up and into the woman, his cock finally about half way in to her steamy cunt.

As her first orgasm washed over her, Phillip's cock only half way into her dripping snatch, the redhead bartender started to convulse, her black frame glasses sliding down her nose with each shudder. With a quiver in her voice, she started to whimper into Phillip's ear.

"I'm sorry. I was a cheerleader with your daughter. I should have told you."

This revelation caused Phillip to lose his breath and choke a little, the redhead still grinding on his cock like she was trying to put out a fire. Feeling himself deep insider her, Phillip leaned back and basked in the glory of Vanessa's tight mound, a froth forming around her lips as he slid his cock in and out.

Now hammering her pussy, Phillip started thinking more about this woman and who she may be. Still not entirely sure who she was, he continued thrusting into her as she ground down on his lap, no doubts in his mind that he'd smell of her pussy after their romp. Suddenly feeling himself close to cumming, he decided to let his partner know and see how she wanted to proceed.

"I'm going to finish soon," Phillip warned his partner, the inevitable follow up question answered before he could ask it.

"I'll swallow it," she stated, fast as a crack of thunder with no doubt in her voice, her grinding on his crotch slowing to a stop. Looking at him with lustful eyes, she bit her lower lip, pushed her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose, and stared. "Just be careful please, I have to go back in there."

"Me too," Phillip responded, attempting to relate, but completely missing that she was concerned about him ejaculating on her black top. And concern was key as Phillip knew something that Vanessa didn't... he hadn't ejaculated in months.

"Oh wow, it's happening," Phillip cooed, still wedged in the corner of the back seat with his pants pulled down around one of his ankles.

Hopping off of his cock, Vanessa dropped down between his legs and put his cock in her mouth. As Phillip felt the heat irradiating from her face, he began to thrust himself over and over into Vanessa's waiting mouth.

Reaching down, he took a risk and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her off his cock, he brought her up to his face and kissed her on the lips, tasting himself as he held her head firmly.

"Oh fuck, I want it. I want your load," she begged, a whimper escaping her lips as she explained her longing for his seed. "I need it."

Grabbing hold of his manhood, Phillip started to stroke it wildly, Vanessa's saliva and his own precum lubing up his pumping action.

"I want it," Vanessa begged, dropping herself down on to the floor of the backseat as Phillip leaned forward. She reached an arm around his neck and pulled him forward, kissing him on the lips and sticking her tongue into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, she reiterated her desire. "I. Want. It."

Stroking his dick, Phillip was more than happy to satisfy her request.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming," he cried out, the windows of the car now fully fogged over, leaving the dishwashers still loitering outside, sad and depressed.

Leaning forward, Vanessa engulfed as much of his manhood as she could, sliding his cock about halfway down her throat as she did her best to breathe through her nose.

The first eruption was not surprising to Vanessa. She had enjoyed her fair number of orgasms in the past and the first jolt was something she had always looked forwards to.

It was the second spray of cum that caught her off guard, her arrogance coming back to bite her as she pulled her face back off of his dick. Gasping for breath, Vanessa opened her eyes, only to see the third shot of cum spray forth from his dick. As his thick load landed on her face, catching the bottom of her glasses, Vanessa began to giggle, the facial she was receiving unlike the zaniest porno she had ever watched.

Not done doing his best to impress Vanessa, several more spurts erupted from Phillip's cock, the ropes of salty semen covering the pristine black shirt that she had done her best to keep clean.

Looking down, globs of cum on her face, some of it sliding down slowly towards the globs of cum on her shirt, Vanessa was shocked and looked up at Phillip with the widest eyes he had ever seen.

"Holy shit, that was amazing," she smiled, her sluttiness on full display to Phillip. "Do you... do you always orgasm like that?"

"Well, it's been a while," he replied, trailing off slightly. "But yeah, that's kind of what usually happens."

Wiping a glob of cum from her face and swallowing it from her finger, Vanessa shot Phillip a smile before leaning in to hug him. Part affection, part attempt to wipe some of the cum from her body, the two embraced in the back seat of the limo.

Taking a few moments to make themselves decent, the two freshened up and prepared to go their separate ways.

Opening the door, Phillip stood up from the car, only to be greeted by more than a dozen people. Looking around, he noticed his daughter and her new husband, his ex and her husband, and even his new son-in-law's parents, all watching awkwardly as he exited their limo. As they all stood on in silence, Vanessa sprung out from behind him, shaking the bottle of champagne she had grabbed and spraying it on to the waiting couple.

"Congratulations," Vanessa screamed, surprising everyone that had been waiting outside the limo. "Let's hear it for the new couple!"

Jumping towards the couple, Vanessa dropped the now empty bottle of champagne and took hold of Allison's hands. Leaning in, she whispered her secret in to Allison's ear.

"There's another bottle inside, on the house. Congrats girl!"

Pulling back to look the redhead in the eyes, Allison then dove in and hugged Vanessa, pulling her in tight before letting her go.

"Thank you, baby, thanks for taking care of my family."

"You're welcome," Vanessa smiled, turning and walking back towards the banquet hall, happy with the fucking she had received and the good deed done.