I stepped into the shady underground "bar" and nodded at the owner. He was serving drinks at the bar. I hung my coat in the closet and wiped my feet across the rope mat. Then I took the door marked "Employees Only" and went up the stairs. I walked across the room to another door and took two flights down to the basement of the adjoining building. As usual, everything was perfectly arranged, including Sasha. She's no more an employee at this place than I am, but she is the owner's goddaughter and he let's us use his basement storage for our weekly rendezvous-at a price he couldn't resist.

Sasha raised a half full glass to me and turned silently, inviting me to come up behind her as she sipped her beer. "So," I remarked, with the usual sarcasm, "how's the husband?"
"Bristol? He's away on business and doing great. Sasha put her glass 
down and lifted the hem of her skirt. Tonight's G-string panties were 
jet-black and did a nice job of separating her creamy ass cheeks. I gave one buttock a squeeze, then brushed a strap from her camisole off her shoulder; I slipped under the fabric to pinch a nipple. Sasha sighed. "And how are you and Maribelle doing?

"Okay." I lowered the other strap and helped her pull off her top the her skirt. "I fed her the usual line about my weekly poker game 
with the fellas from work. She just muttered something about driving safely and went back to her romance novel."
"Uh-huh" She flipped her skirt onto a stack of boxes and faced me; she
proceeded to help me strip. I am excited to know that she'll be at our
secret place primed and ready to go every Thursday night. Staring 
intently into my eyes, she unbuckled my belt and tugged my pants down around my ankles. She fondled my balls and slipped a cock ring on as soon as I was hard.

She turned around and bent over. I stretched the G-string aside and played my tongue up and down her back then up and down the full length of her crack. She tried to act casual, taking sips of beer as I licked her vertical smile. Her free hand gripped th counter frantically, and twice she paused to shake her head and gasp for air.

She turned and suddenly shoved me back. She tossed her thong aside and pulled off my pants. I sat up on a low wooded coffee table she'd covered with a red tablecloth. Handing me the beer, Sasha spread out on the floor and fingered herself with one hand and stroked my balls and cock with the other. Maintaining eye contact, she leaned in and surrounded my cock head with her mouth and slathered spit all over it with her tongue. I raised the glass in mock salute and drained it. Then I gathered a fist full of brown hair and fucked her face until her teeth were clicking against the metal cock ring. She closed her eyes; her cheeks drew in as she sucked me in earnest.

"Ready?" I hissed. 

She showed me the moist fingers that had been rubbing her slit. She then reached around me for her glass and refilled it before laying back on the floor, legs wide apart, rubbing her clit. I slammed into her with such force I knocked the glass from her hand and it shattered on the floor. Her cunt was wet and throbbing around my dick.

I sat on the table and pulled her down on top of me, impaling her with my 10-inch rod. Holding her tits, she rode me like a bogo ball. We moved again and I stretched out on my back, and Sasha climbed on, straddling me. She rode my meat with slow up-and-down strokes as she fingered her asshole. After ten minutes, she switched to 69 position and I stretched her folds between my lips. She sucked vigorously, her bobbing head bringing her lips down to the base and the silver cock ring. My cock head was in her throat every time.

My moans told her I was near the splatter point and she got off me and walked over to an old portable bar. I got behind her, lifted her 
leg, and she leaned over, bracing herself against a worn-out barstool. She smiled back at me as I held her leg in the air and fucked her with fast, upward hip thrusts. We moved back to the table at my suggestion. On her back, her legs pulled almost over her shoulders, she welcomed me on top pf her. She clawed my back as I drove down into that wet pussy. The throbbing heat behind the cock ring grew more intense by the second. We kissed, bit each other's necks as I pumped into her again and again.

"Cum on my face!" Sasha yelled out with glaring eyes.

"You got it bitch!" Wrenching free, I stepped beck as she eased onto her knees in front of me. She loosened the cock ring and shut her eyes a split second before I exploded across her face and cheeks.

She moaned, wrapped her lips around my cock and swallowed the remaining spurts of jizz. My flow subsided and she opened her eyes. A goey rope of semen stretched between her lips and my cock as I stepped back. We cleaned up with towels that are stored down there for us. We got dressed and went on our separate ways.