Her Online Crush: The Brewery Tour Guide's Secret Tongue

Riley had always loved the way the brewery settled after hours—the copper gleam of the fermenters catching the low security lights, the lingering sweet-sour tang of hops and malt hanging thick in the air like a promise. At twenty-eight she wore her butchness easy: cropped dark hair, a faded black tank that showed the ink curling over her collarbones, jeans that hung low on her hips, and that wicked half-smile that made guests linger on the tasting bar longer than they needed to. Her tongue had a reputation that traveled faster than any Instagram story; women left her tours flushed and inventing excuses to come back.

Tonight’s private after-hours tour was supposed to be just another check. Jordan Kane, twenty-six, marketing analyst for some downtown firm that wanted “authentic brewery vibes” for a campaign. Riley had expected another polished straight girl in heels. Instead the door swung open and Jordan stepped in wearing a soft gray sweater that clung to full tits and a short black skirt that flashed the tops of strong thighs. Dark hair loose around her shoulders, lips painted a deep berry, eyes that locked onto Riley’s like she’d been waiting for this exact face.

Riley’s pulse kicked hard. She’d been trading filthy messages for weeks with someone under the handle HopGoddess88—late-night chats that started with beer talk and slid into graphic descriptions of fingers and mouths, of being bent over a bar and licked until she begged. The photos HopGoddess sent were always carefully angled, never full face. But the body, the voice in those typed moans… Riley’s gut clenched the second Jordan smiled.

“Riley, right?” Jordan’s voice was low, a little rough, the same cadence that had made Riley’s clit throb at two a.m. “I’ve been looking forward to this tour more than I should admit.”

Riley let the smile stretch slow and dirty. “That so? Most people just want the free samples. You look like you want something else entirely.”

Jordan’s gaze dragged down Riley’s frame—shoulders, the way the tank pulled across small tight tits, the bulge of keys clipped to her belt—and came back up burning. “Maybe I do.”

They moved through the brew house. Riley kept the spiel professional at first—mashing, boiling, the whirlpool—but every time she turned, Jordan was right there, close enough that her perfume mixed with the hop haze. When Riley demonstrated the temperature gauges, Jordan leaned in so her breast brushed Riley’s arm. Heat flashed straight to Riley’s cunt.

“You always this hands-on with the equipment?” Jordan asked, voice silk over steel.

Riley turned, crowding her against the cool steel of a fermenter without quite touching. “Only when the equipment looks like it can take it. You’ve got a mouth that looks like it knows how to open wide.”

Jordan’s breath hitched. A flush climbed her throat. “I’ve been told I’m good with my mouth. Been practicing on other things lately. Online, mostly. Some butch tour guide with a filthy imagination who’s been telling me exactly how she’d pin me down and eat me until I cried.”

The air went electric. Riley’s nipples peaked hard against the thin cotton. She knew. Fuck, she knew. Riley stepped closer until their thighs brushed, until she could smell the faint salt of Jordan’s skin under the perfume.

“HopGoddess88,” Riley said, soft and rough. Not a question.

Jordan’s lips parted. Her pupils blew wide. “Been wondering when you’d put it together. Your pictures never showed that wicked fucking smile, but the way you talk about using your tongue… yeah. I knew the second you opened the door.”

Riley’s hand came up, not quite touching, fingers hovering near Jordan’s jaw. “Weeks of you telling me how wet you get thinking about my mouth on your clit. How you’d spread for me right here between the tanks if I asked. That real, or just late-night typing?”

Jordan’s answer was pure heat. “Real. I’ve been soaked since I walked in. Every time you licked your lips during that fucking mashing explanation I felt it between my legs. I want it. I want your tongue exactly the way you described it—slow at first, then greedy, then filthy until I’m dripping down your chin.”

Riley’s cocky grin turned feral. She closed the last inch, mouth near Jordan’s ear, breath hot. “Then let me tell you what it’s actually going to feel like. I’m going to lock that door, back you up against the cold steel, and hike that little skirt up. No panties, right? You’ve been walking around bare under there for me. I’m going to drop to my knees and bury my face between your thighs. First I’ll just breathe you in—get the scent of how fucking needy you are. Then I’ll drag my tongue up your slit, slow, tasting every drop you’ve already made for me. I’ll circle your clit without giving it what it wants, feel you twitch, hear you curse. When you start pushing your hips at my mouth I’ll suck that swollen little clit between my lips and flick it hard with the tip of my tongue until your legs shake. Then I’ll push inside you—two fingers, three if you’re as greedy as those messages—and fuck you with my hand while my tongue stays locked on your clit. I’ll eat you like I’m starving, Jordan. Like I’ve been jerking off to the thought of your taste for weeks. And when you come I’m not stopping. I’ll keep licking through it, messy and loud, until you come again just from how raw and open you are.”

Jordan’s knees visibly wobbled. A soft, wrecked sound left her throat. “Fuck. Yes. I’ve wanted that since the first night you typed it. I’ve touched myself thinking about your face between my legs so many times the sheets are ruined. Lock the door. Please. I choose this. I want your mouth on me tonight.”

Riley’s blood roared. She pulled back just enough to meet Jordan’s eyes—both of them clear, hungry, consenting hard. “Say it again. Out loud. That you’re HopGoddess and you want me to eat your cunt right here after hours.”

“I’m HopGoddess88,” Jordan said, voice shaking with lust, not fear. “And I want your talented fucking tongue buried in my pussy until I can’t stand. Lock the door, Riley. Give me what we’ve been building for weeks.”

Riley didn’t hesitate. She strode to the heavy side door that led to the public floor, turned the deadbolt with a solid thunk that echoed off the tanks, then hit the interior latch on the office door for good measure. The brewery was theirs—empty, humming only with the low gurgle of fermentation and the pound of two heartbeats.

She came back to Jordan slow, predatory, that wicked smile sharp. Jordan was already breathing hard, sweater rising and falling, thighs pressed together like she could trap the ache. Riley reached out and hooked two fingers in the hem of the gray sweater, tugging just enough to feel the warm skin beneath.

“Been dying to get my hands on these,” Riley murmured, palms sliding up under the fabric to cup heavy, soft breasts, thumbs brushing already-stiff nipples through the thin bra. Jordan arched into the touch with a moan that went straight to Riley’s clit. “Online you said you like them sucked hard while someone’s eating you. That still true?”

“God, yes—don’t tease, just—”

Riley cut her off with a kiss that was all heat and teeth and the promise of everything filthy they’d typed. Jordan kissed back like she was starving, tongue sliding bold against Riley’s, hands fisting in the black tank and yanking her closer until their bodies slammed together. Riley could feel the heat of Jordan’s bare cunt against her thigh through the thin skirt. Soaked already. Perfect.

She walked Jordan backward until the younger woman’s ass hit the edge of a low stainless work table. Riley broke the kiss only long enough to shove the sweater up and off, then the bra, freeing those gorgeous tits. She bent and sucked one nipple deep, tongue lashing, teeth grazing just enough to make Jordan cry out and clutch her head. The other hand shoved the skirt up around Jordan’s waist. No panties. Just slick, swollen folds and a neatly trimmed strip of dark hair already glistening.

Riley dropped to her knees on the cool concrete like she’d been born for it. The scent hit her first—musky, sweet, desperate—and her mouth watered. She looked up, chin almost resting on Jordan’s mound, eyes locked.

“Last chance to walk out,” Riley said, voice ruined already. “Once I start licking this pretty cunt I’m not stopping until you’ve come on my face at least twice.”

Jordan’s fingers threaded into Riley’s short hair and pulled her in. “Don’t you fucking dare stop. Eat me. Now.”

Riley’s wicked smile flashed one last time before she buried it between Jordan’s thighs.

Riley’s tongue dragged a long, aggressive stripe straight up Jordan’s dripping slit, collecting the thick slick already coating her folds and smearing it across her chin. Jordan’s hips jerked hard against her mouth. Riley growled into the heat and did it again, slower this time, pressing flat and broad so she could taste every inch—from the tight furl of Jordan’s hole up over her swollen clit and back down. She speared her tongue deep, fucking into her with wet, rhythmic thrusts that made filthy squelching sounds bounce off the steel tanks.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” Jordan panted, fingers locking tight in Riley’s short hair. She gripped the edge of the stainless table hard enough her knuckles whitened, thighs trembling open wider. “Deeper. Use that tongue the way you promised, you filthy butch.”

Riley gave it to her. She shoved her face tighter, nose crushed against the neat strip of dark hair, and tongue-fucked Jordan’s cunt in long, greedy strokes. Every push went as deep as she could reach, curling and lapping at the soft walls, then withdrawing only to slam back in. Jordan’s juices ran freely now, coating Riley’s lips, dripping down her chin onto the concrete. Riley pulled back just far enough to suck Jordan’s clit between her lips and lash it hard with the tip of her tongue while two fingers replaced her tongue inside, curling rough and steady.

Jordan’s moans turned raw. “Don’t stop—god, your mouth—I’ve been dripping for this since the first message—”

Riley stood abruptly, spun Jordan around, and marched her the short distance to the tasting bar, still shiny under the low lights. She shoved Jordan’s hips against the polished wood counter from behind, yanked the short skirt higher until it bunched uselessly at her waist, and dropped to her knees right there on the rubber mat. No jeans to fight—just bare, soaked cunt presented perfect. Riley buried her face again from behind, hands gripping Jordan’s ass cheeks and spreading her wide open. She licked in long, aggressive stripes from clit to hole and back, then drove her tongue deep, fucking it in and out while Jordan gripped the counter edge and pushed back hard.

“That’s it—eat that pussy,” Jordan gasped, voice cracking. “Tongue-fuck me like you’ve been dying for it.”

Riley did. She ate messily, loudly, chin soaked, tongue plunging deep then flat-lapping up to suck her clit again. Jordan’s legs shook. Riley reached around, found one stiff nipple and pinched it, twisting just enough to make Jordan curse and grind harder onto her face. The hop-scented air filled with the wet sounds of Riley’s mouth working and Jordan’s broken moans.

When Jordan’s thighs started to lock, Riley stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and dragged her over to the long wooden bench against the far wall—the one the tour groups never used after hours. She sat hard, yanked Jordan forward by the hips, and lay back so her head rested against the planks.

“Sit on my fucking face,” Riley ordered, eyes dark. “Grind that slick cunt down and ride my tongue until you come all over me.”

Jordan didn’t hesitate. She straddled Riley’s head, knees bracketing her shoulders, and lowered her dripping pussy straight onto the open, waiting mouth. Riley’s hands clamped onto Jordan’s ass and pulled her down hard. Jordan started grinding immediately—slick folds sliding over Riley’s tongue and lips, clit dragging against the rough press of her mouth. Riley licked up into her with greedy, open-mouthed hunger, tongue spearing and flattening by turns while Jordan rolled her hips in filthy circles.

“Oh fuck—your tongue—right there—” Jordan’s head fell back. She braced one hand on the wall and kept grinding, smearing her wetness all over Riley’s face, chin to forehead. Riley moaned into her cunt, the vibration making Jordan’s thighs jump. She sucked hard on the swollen clit every time it passed, then shoved her tongue deep again, fucking up into the clenching heat.

Jordan’s rhythm turned frantic. “I’m gonna come—don’t you dare stop licking—fuck, Riley—” She ground down harder, riding Riley’s face like she owned it, hips snapping. Riley held her tight and kept working that tongue—long laps, deep thrusts, constant suction on her clit—until Jordan’s whole body locked. She came hard with a raw shout, cunt pulsing and gushing over Riley’s mouth and chin, thighs shaking violently as wave after wave hit. Riley licked her through every spasm, greedy and relentless, swallowing what she could and letting the rest drip down her neck.

Still gasping, Jordan lifted off, turned, and shoved Riley flat onto her back on the bench. She yanked Riley’s jeans and briefs down in one rough pull, exposing her soaked, swollen cunt and the hard little clit already standing out. Jordan dove between her spread thighs and sucked that clit straight into her mouth, tongue flicking fast and mean while two fingers shoved deep into Riley’s pussy and started fucking her hard.

“Take it,” Jordan muttered around the clit, voice muffed and filthy. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks—now you’re gonna squirt for me.”

Riley’s back arched off the wood. “Fuck yes—harder—finger that cunt—” Her hands fisted in Jordan’s dark hair, holding her right there. Jordan sucked ruthlessly, teeth grazing just enough, while her fingers curled and pounded rough and deep, the wet slap of it echoing. She added a third finger, stretching Riley open, and kept pumping hard, curling against that spot that made Riley’s hips buck wildly.

Riley’s orgasm built vicious and fast. “I’m close—don’t stop—make me fucking squirt—” Jordan doubled down, sucking her clit like she wanted to pull it off while her fingers slammed in and out. Riley came with a broken yell, cunt clenching hard around the thrusting fingers; a hard gush of clear fluid sprayed out around Jordan’s hand, arcing across the brewery floor in thick pulses that kept coming as Jordan kept fingering and licking her through it. Riley shook and cursed, another jet squirting farther, wetting the concrete and the edge of the bench.

They collapsed together on the wood, both breathless and soaked—Riley’s face still shiny with Jordan’s cum, Jordan’s chin and chest wet from Riley’s squirt, clothes half-off and sticky. Riley dragged Jordan down into a slow, filthy kiss, tongues sliding deep so they could taste each other—musky, sweet, salt, the sharp tang of their mixed juices. They licked into each other’s mouths messily, sharing every drop.

Riley reached over to the little supply shelf under the bar, snagged a black permanent marker, and popped the cap with her teeth. She pushed Jordan’s thigh open, wrote her real number in bold digits high on the soft inner skin where no one else would see, then pressed a wet open-mouthed kiss right over the ink.

“Next tour’s private,” Riley said, voice wrecked and low. “All night. No clocks. I’m going to keep that cunt on my tongue until you can’t walk straight.”

Jordan grinned, already standing on shaky legs, skirt still rucked up, the fresh marker numbers gleaming on her thigh as she headed for the door. She looked back once, eyes still hungry.

“I’ll be dripping for round two the second I hit the sidewalk—can’t wait to sit on that filthy tongue again and make you choke on how wet you get me.”