0 comments/ 9836 views/ 0 favorites The Barman in the Barn Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic She stands at the busy bar and waits to be served. It is nearly closing time and she wants that last drink before she leaves. Three different bar-staff work frantically to serve the last orders. A giant hulk of a man, young and fresh faced, takes her money and leans across the bar to take her order. Vodka, she requests. She has already noticed him looking down at her cleavage and follows his eyes to make it clear that she knows what he is doing. He returns with her drink and hands over her change. Yet again, his eyes stare down at her breasts. His hand lingers above hers for longer than is necessary and she tired of his obvious weakness. "Don't do that!" She snaps at him, but he doesn't hear her over the background noise. He pulls a face. "Don't do that -- it will get you into unimaginable trouble!" She speaks up and this time he hears her. He smirks in her direction, not taking heed of her warning. She shrugs her shoulders and turns away from him, downing her drink in one go. Looking for her friend she realises that some young lad has struck lucky this evening. She finds Candy strewn across the man's lap, practically eating his face. She smiles to herself. Good for you! Having caught her friend's eye momentarily she makes her way outside to have a cigarette. Most of the stragglers have moved off already and the smoking area is empty. She sits on a nearby table and draws in the warm heat of burning tobacco. To one side, she notices a shadow moving in the doorway. Without looking directly, she knows it is the barman. He's keen, she thinks to herself. Poor bastard. Candy finally emerges, still wrapped around the young buck, and suggests they all go off to someone's house for after-hours drinks. She knows what this means. Candy wants to fuck this guy and she will need to go along to make sure her friend doesn't get into any trouble. Reluctantly she agrees. All three of them pile into a taxi and travel a short distance along some country lanes until they pull over at a large country house. The young man directs the driver and they pass the main house, stopping outside a large barn to the rear. There is a light on inside and she feels a little unnerved. Candy is too drunk to realise that they might be walking into some sort of trap. They are in the middle of nowhere and she already knows, without looking, that neither of their mobile phones will have a signal here. The young man, although clearly drunk and horny, seems genuine enough and they all depart the taxi. She's not sure anyone has paid the driver but moves away. She certainly isn't going to pay. The young man, called Lee, leans heavily against the outer door of the barn and drags it open upon its rusty runners. Candy is talking to her, secretively, about how lovely Lee is, how he has said so many nice things to her already, and she thinks her luck might be in tonight. She tells Candy that she's pissed and moves on into the barn. She expected the barn to be full of hay, straw or farm machinery, but instead it contains a run down old Land Rover, what looks like scrap metal and a series of work benches. She concludes it must be some kind of workshop. Interesting, but not ideal. Lee scampers off somewhere like a docile puppy and soon returns with a handful of beers. She cracks one open against the edge of a workbench and paces around the barn looking at different machines, the likes of which she has never seen before. She imagines the place full of sweaty workmen, noisy and dirty and is pleased all is quiet in the dead of night. "Everything alright, Lee?" A gruff voice echoes through the barn. She turns and laughs to herself. It's the hulking barman standing in the doorway. She has been set up. Candy catches her with a pleading look in her eyes and she nods, silently agreeing to keep the barman company for a while so Candy can get her fill from Lee. It isn't he first or the last time that she's had to accommodate her friend and they would surely have a good laugh about it tomorrow. "This is Ben," says Lee, drawing his mouth away from Candy just long enough to speak, "he said he liked the look of you in the pub." "Oh, did he now?!" She replies, staring directly at Ben and weighing him up. "Do you mind if we.... Erm...." Lee gestures out away from the barn. She smiles at her friend, whose eyes are now full of lust and desire and indicates it is ok for them to leave the barn. This leaves Ben, the huge giant of a man, and her, stood drinking beer from the bottle, in silence. "So, is this your place then?" She asks him "Nah, belongs to my mum and her fella." Ben replies, fidgeting on the spot, nervously jangling his change in his pocket. "Ah, right. I see!" She states, not really caring who the barn belongs to. She catches him looking her up and down again, mainly focussing on her breasts. It annoys her and she steps towards him. "I warned you about that," she snaps, waving the empty bottle in his face, "but you didn't listen, did you?" "You can't blame me for looking, can you?" Ben splutters, apparently not embarrassed at all. "Are you one of the local rugby lads?" She asks, assessing his size and bulk. "Yeah, I play for the Unicorns," he informs her, "Most of the lads were in the pub tonight". She had seen various men in the pub throughout the evening who could easily have been members of his rugby team. She nodded, not really caring much about what he had to say. Stepping closer still she was finally close enough to grab hold of the front of his shirt. She knew this was a risky move. He was a big lad, and could easily overpower her, but she had a feeling about this one. He would be putty in her hands. "Follow me!" She demanded and dragged him by this shirt into a darker, more secluded corner of the barn. He had a puzzled look on his face, but seemed to quite like her attention. "I'm not going to waste my time with pleasantries!" She snapped. "Drop your trousers!" Stunned, he dropped the bottle on the floor but it didn't smash. "Clumsy boy!" She chided him, and squeezed his huge face in her hand. The Barman in the Barn Ch. 02 Nervously, he unclipped his belt and unzipped his jeans which fell to his ankles with gravity. She laughed at the cartoon character boxer shorts he was wearing and gestured for him to remove them too. "B...b....b... but..." He tried to stammer. "Never mind all that! Get them off!" She barked at him. She leaned back against one of the work benches and watched him bend in half to drop his shorts. As he straightened himself she let out a wicked, guttural laugh. "Is that it?!" She humiliated him. Among a mass of curly black hair his small mushroom like cock twitched in the cool night air. She could tell he was already as erect as he was going to get and instantly knew she wouldn't be letting him fuck her with that! "Wh... wh... what do you mean?" He asked, looking more embarrassed and humble. "That!" She slapped the end of his little pecker so hard it bounced up and down several times. "Ouch! You bitch!" He recoiled, trying to move his hips out of her way. "Bitch?!" She moved in closer, looking up into his now flushed face. "I think you had better call me Ma'am, don't you?!" Before he could answer she had clamped her hand around the end of his miniscule dick and began squeezing and pulling at it, making his legs buckle. He let out a deep groan and tried to move away from her, but her hold was too tight, his movement only made things worse. "I told you earlier!" She sneered in his direction, adding another heavy slap to his cock for good measure. "You shouldn't have been looking at my breasts like that.... Should you?!" This time she shoved his chest, hard, and sent him staggering back against the wall of the barn, trapped at his ankles by his jeans and shorts. Surprisingly, he did not move his hands which remained firmly by his sides. "No... I.... I... I shouldn't have stared at your tits.... I'm sorry!" He uttered, his breaths becoming short. "No?! No -- what?!" She demanded. Taking another handful of cock and balls and squeezing so hard it made his knees tremble. "No, Ma'am!" He squealed, feeling his pubic hairs trapped in her grasp. To torment him further, she undid the buttons of her shirt and allowed her full, milky white breasts encased in pretty black lace on full display to him. She felt his cock throb in her grip. "I think you're a bit of a slut, boy!" She snarled. "How old are you?" "I'm nineteen, Ma'am" He was learning quickly. She laughed to herself, knowing that the events of the evening would probably scar this poor young man, mentally, for the rest of his life. But it was his own fault. She had warned him in the pub. She shouldn't have stared at her breasts! Holding his cock and balls firm with one hand, she skilfully unbuttoned her own jeans and slid them down her thighs. "You're going to lick me until I cum... Got it?!" She demanded, pulling him down onto his knees through the pressure on his genitals. He couldn't manage a reply and simply nodded. Having let go of his tiny dick, she then grabbed hold of his head, entangling her fingers in his hair and pulled his face towards her. This was no time for pleasantries. She wanted him to get her off, and quickly! Pulling her knickers to one side, she forced his face into her. He hesitated at first, until she hooked her hips up onto the workbench and levered her pelvis forwards. Her cunt was open and ready for him now. She pulled him closer. "Be gentle, now!" She instructed him. "And be good!" Holding onto his head so he could not move away she moved her now wet pussy over his mouth. He felt reluctant so she tightened her grip on his hair. He seemed to like this roughness and groaned loudly into her, finally opening his mouth and letting his tongue probe out to lick her. She worked herself over his stubby little tongue and pushed her weight into his face. Her wetness was covering him and she liked that, a lot. Then, as if finally being turned on by the moment, his hands rose and held onto her thighs. His tongue became more urgent and he worked on her more skilfully. She could feel his nose rubbing nicely against her clitoris and pressed down deeper swallowing his tongue. "Mmmm... good boy!" She cooed. "I think you might make me cum!" He liked this too and worked on with vigour. His efforts were noisy and messy but she was enjoying his efforts. Suddenly, she became more aware of her surroundings and the risks she had taken in being her with this giant of a man. But, now, here he was, on his knees, doing her bidding, in his mother's barn. The notion exploded in her and she felt the tsunami of female ejaculate spill forth into his unsuspecting mouth. Holding him firmly, she made him drink her down and continued to move her clit against his nose until the full impact of the impending orgasm filled her entirely and made her groan out loud. Crassly she pushed him away from her and replaced her jeans. He remained kneeling by her side, looking up at her breasts again. Smack! She struck him across the face and told him he would obviously never learn. He did not move and accepted his punishment. She stood there a while, composing herself and smoking a cigarette. He had started tugging at his little cock and she was tempted to flick her ash all over it. That would teach him! Instead, sensing that this bull of a man could soon get to a point beyond her control, she beckoned for him to stand up. With her cigarette resting between her lips she reached up under his t-shirt and pinched one of his nipples hard as he continued playing with his tiny pecker. He drew in air, harshly against his teeth and then demanded that she stop. He was quite definite that he didn't like his nipples being hurt. "I've got a girlfriend!" He revealed. "If you mark me, she'll see!" This annoyed her even more. The cheeky fucker had been eyeing her up in the pub all night and found himself here on his hands and knees performing oral service but he had a girlfriend somewhere who was none the wiser. She slapped him in the balls and made him reel against the wall of the barn again. "You dirty little slut!" She growled in his face, her teeth flashing in the half-light. Knowing that he really did need to ejaculate and that it would ultimately calm him down she revised her plan. Removing one breast from its lacy cup she began to play with it, teasing and tormenting him with her ripe, hard nipple. He was so obviously a breast man but she wasn't about to let him touch them. "You want to cum, don't you?!" She didn't wait for the reply. He was already frantically pulling away at his now dribbly cock. "If you want to watch me play with my tits you'll have to get down on your knees!" He dropped to his knees with such a thump she knew it must have hurt, but his eyes never moved. They were transfixed by her breasts. She removed the other and having flicked her spent smoke somewhere into the barn she gently massaged both of her huge white breasts, tweaking her nipples as she stroked. She could see his blood pressure rising and his panting breaths were a tell tale sign. "If you want to cum, I want you to beg!" She ordered, not being able to relinquish her control. "Wh...wh...what?" He fumbled. "BEG!" She barked. He then proceeded to beg and plead with her. He wanted to suckle on her breasts; he wanted to feel those hard nipples in his mouth. His cock was drooling pre-cum now and she knew it wouldn't take him long. "You'd just love to shoot your dirty little load all over my beautiful breasts, wouldn't you?!" It was too late... The mere suggestion had pushed him past the point of no return and he was back on his heels, grimacing, wanking furiously and then just when she thought he might faint, he let rip an enormous fountain of slick white cum. Squirt after squirt erupted from his little penis as it trembled uncontrollably in his hand. She smiled to herself at this unexpected bonus and watched him empty his balls.