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Bar Whore Ch. 1

By: Kimber37



After being on vacation with family for a week, my horniness level was in high gear. As soon as my flight landed, I quickly picked up my car and raced home to change clothes. I needed to get to my favorite seedy bar, to see what sort of trouble I could find for myself this evening. It was hard to obey the speed limit!

I changed into my usual whore attire—short skirt, tight T-shirt, and of course, no bra or panties. I jumped back into the car, and drove the short distance to the bar, wondering who I would find to use me tonight. My nipples were hard in anticipation. My excitement level skyrocketed as I parked the car.

I strolled in, and sat down on a stool at the bar. I tend to sit with my legs slightly apart as I twirl back and forth on the stool, showing glimpses of my wet, naked pussy. I felt whorish—those flashes of pussy are my best advertisement. The bar was busy, and there was quite an assortment of men this evening. I sat and tried to pick out a target, but it didn’t really matter who the lucky winner was. I’d take the first load of cum that came my way—I was desperate for it. I squirmed on my seat in anticipation of my upcoming performance.

There were no open pool tables, so I wandered into the back room to play pinball for a few minutes until a pool table opened up. I started to play “Road Warrior.” When I play pinball, I put everything into it—and tonight, I put on quite a show. I made sure my tits bounced and jiggled as I leaned way over, humping against the machine as I played. I felt my skirt riding up high on my thighs, stopped only by the swell of my ass cheeks. As I finished a game, I noticed a tall, blond guy leaning against the wall, watching me from behind.

“Nice view,” he said as he slowly walked up beside the machine. “Glad you’re enjoying it,” I told him. My nipples were hard, and I knew he could see them. I had a difficult time maintaining my composure. I was excited by the thought of cum—it was so close now. “Mind if I watch you play again? I might pick up some pointers,” he told me. I smiled and told him I didn’t mind, especially if I could give him the kind of pointers he was looking for. He grinned, and I watched his eyes drop to the front of my T-shirt. He knew exactly what I meant.

I dropped in quarters for the next game. The nasty whore in me had risen to the surface--I made sure to lean way over, so my skirt would ride up again. It was obvious I wasn’t wearing panties. He came over and stood next to me, and I felt his arm snake around my waist. I kept playing as I felt his hand travel slowly down over my ass, and across the back of my thigh. He didn’t waste any time sliding his hand under my skirt. I leaned farther over the flashing, ringing machine, hoping to feel his hand glide across my wet pussy. I wanted to feel his hand there. The thought of clamping around his fingers flooded my mind. I needed the feel of a dirty public-sex cum so badly—both his and mine. My excitement sent waves of wetness directly to my pussy.

I wasn’t even paying attention to the pinball game anymore. My tits were pressed against the warm glass top of the game. I was sliding them slowly up and down against the glass while he ran his hands over my ass. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me upright. “Let’s go to the back and sit down for a drink,” he whispered into my ear. I could smell the liquor and cigarettes on his breath. “Do we have to go just yet?” I whined. “I really like how your hands feel on my ass. Keep touching me there for a little while longer, please?” I was begging for this stranger’s touch. I think he knew I liked being touched where everyone could see me. I liked being a slut on display in a bar full of horny, drunk men. His cum was so close—I knew it would be mine soon.

He ran his hands up over my hips and waist, until they met in front on my tits. I felt his cock pushing and grinding against my ass. I couldn’t help pushing back, rubbing his hard-on with my ass. “You’re a nasty one, aren’t you, baby? I like that,” he hissed into my ear. He put his hand on the back of my neck, keeping me pushed down against the glass. I felt his other hand move back under my skirt; my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to. His fingers slid inside my wet slit, quickly grazing my clit. He pulled me up. “Let’s go to the back, NOW. I’m in a hurry. I’ll give you a little more later, after you give me what I need.”

He pulled me through the smoky darkness to the famous “last booth.” Only dirty girls and whores sat in the last booth. If you sat there, you got what you deserved. He slid in first, and pulled me in behind him. I almost came the minute my ass felt the coldness of the wooden bench. I tried to sit sideways so the edge of the bench would slide between my pussy lips—I needed to grind against that edge, but I hardly got the chance. He pushed me down to my knees onto the sticky floor, pushing my head down into his lap, and holding it there so I couldn’t move. My hands instinctively unzipped his pants, and his hard cock popped right out. He was average size and thickness. I took him in my hand and started to slowly pump his cock up and down. “Use your tongue, you tease,” he barked. “Make me come, and quick.”

He was still holding my head down. His cock was right in my face while I ran my hand up and down the shaft. I used my other hand to massage his balls, and I felt him jump when I squeezed them. I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue, tasting a bit of salty-sweet precum. He was thrusting his hips, pushing his cock against my cheek. His balls were tight in my hand, and I knew he wouldn’t last long. His cock found my lips and pushed inside. I barely let the head slip in and out of my mouth before I felt his hot blast all over my cheeks, lips and chin. I felt a few streaks running down my neck, rolling towards the valley between my tits.

It was the warm, wet feeling I’d come for. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed the brief feeling of his cock swirling across my cheek in a slick of his own cum. I wanted to touch it with my fingers—to rub it around my face and neck. I also had to taste a little, and I let my tongue dart out of the edge of my lips to steal a pearl of his cream. My pussy was humping air—I needed to cum so badly. I was almost in a frenzy—I had to cum while I had this stranger’s spunk coating me, and his cock shoved against my face.

I felt the pressure release from the back of my neck. I opened my eyes and watched him shove his cock back into his fly and zip up. “Move,” he said. “I need to go.” I slid back to let him out of the booth. I had fresh cum all over my face and throat, glistening for anyone to see. I couldn’t believe he was leaving—I needed so badly to cum, yet I was powerless to keep him there. It wasn’t fair.

I watched him walk over to the bar and sit down. A few seconds later, a tall blonde woman sat down next to him and gave him a kiss. They leaned over and whispered to each other. She looked over at me, and then they talked some more. I saw her look at me again and laugh. They stood up, and held hands as they walked out. I knew they were talking about me, and what a nasty whore I’d been. I felt so cheated—he was going to take her home to fuck her and make her cum. He left me sitting on the hard bench, sticky with his nasty jizz, unfulfilled. 

I sat there a minute, still coated with his stickiness. I needed to cum. I slid out of the booth and strode out of the bar, tits bouncing. I didn’t care who saw my wet, sticky face. I wanted everyone to see it—I was a dirty girl.

I jumped into the car, hiked up my skirt, and furiously masturbated in the parking lot until I came. I felt the cool stickiness of the cum drying on my face and neck as an explosive orgasm shot through my body. I arched against the car seat while the contractions radiated through me. It was what I’d worked towards…it was my reward. 

I pulled down the rear-view mirror to look at my cum-coated face. Sticky white flecks of drying cum were everywhere. I even had a few drying blobs on the front of my black T-shirt. I smiled, thinking I wouldn’t wash that shirt for awhile!

My evening was complete—I felt cheap and used, and that was just what I wanted.

Bar Whore Ch. 2



I guess I can blame it all on you. After listening to you talk about your little "morsel" and what you intend to do with her, I couldn't help but feel aroused all day. By evening, I knew what I had to do.

I made a short trip to my favorite bar.

After working late, I ran home to change clothes. I wore the usual—tight white T-shirt and short black skirt. The underthings stayed at home for this trip. It's amazing how clothing can amplify the way you feel. And those clothes make me feel like a whore the minute I put them on. I wear them for no other purpose. Just seeing them hang in my closet excites me.

I hopped in the car and drove quickly over to the bar. There weren't too many cars in the lot, and I was afraid there wouldn't be anyone who'd suit my needs. I went inside and sat down at the bar for a few minutes to decide whom to target. It seemed like there were nothing but couples, so I decided to go sit in the back booth and wait for a single man or two to show up.

I took my drink and wandered back to "the booth," which was vacant. I wasn't there too long when an attractive young couple came up and asked if they could join me. My nipples immediately stiffened as I excitedly replied "yes!"

The man slid in next to me, and the woman, across from us. He began asking me a few small-talk sorts of questions, which I politely answered. The woman said nothing as she watched us intently. I almost immediately felt his hand start to graze my thigh, and slowly start to move upward. He laughed and mentioned that he felt goosebumps on my thigh and asked if I was cold or excited.

"Excited," I barely whispered. I couldn't find my voice. I was thrilled to have this stranger touching me while the woman watched. I wanted more. I got greedy and opened my thighs wider, hoping his hand would travel farther upward towards my moistening pussy. As soon as he felt me do this, his hand squeezed my thigh roughly. "No, no, no," he cautioned me. "I'll be in charge of this little adventure. Right now, I need you to go get two beers for us." 

He slowly pulled his hand away, trailing his fingers back down my shaking thigh. I slid out of the booth and was barely able to stand. I heard the woman laugh as I swayed while trying to gain my footing. I steadied myself and walked to the bar, head swimming, to fetch them their beer. My hard nipples were clearly outlined by my tight top. There was no question that I was aroused.

I quickly came back to the booth with the drinks. I sat them on the tabletop, and then slid into the booth next to the man. His hand found my thigh immediately, and traveled quickly north. He leaned over to whisper near my ear, which sent shivers through me.

"We've noticed you back here before, with some of your friends. We think we have an idea of the kind of girl you are. Would we be right?" he asked, his warm breath tickling my ear. "I'm up for some fun," I rasped, finding it hard to speak. "What did you have in mind?"

"My girlfriend enjoys watching me with other women," he said. And just then, I felt his fingers graze the outer edge of my pussy lips. I sucked in my breath, and pushed hard against his fingers. He quickly pulled them away. I must have let out a moan, because the woman laughed at me again. I also felt his hand on my shoulder, forcing me back towards the bench. I had been rubbing my nipples against the edge of the table. "You need to behave," he snapped at me. "This is our party. You are just the entertainment."

"I understand," I mumbled. "Good girl. That's what I like to hear," he said. "Now, slide over here and get close."

I slid over so my hip was touching his. I felt his fingers under my skirt again, just for an instant. He grabbed my hand and placed it in his lap. I could feel an incredible hard-on lurking underneath. I had to feel it. I grabbed the zipper and started to yank it down.

"Ah, ah, ah…not so fast," he whispered as I felt his fingers give my nipple a rough, hard pinch. "You do what I tell you to do." I agreed, feeling so frustrated I could hardly stand it.

At that moment, the woman slid out of the booth and came over to our side and slid in next to me. The three of us now sat in a row, facing out towards the bar. Anyone who looked our way could see us, and what we were doing.

"What are you in the mood for, my dear?" The man asked the woman. I enjoyed the feeling of her arm pressing against my side, and the way she smelled so sweet. "You know what I like dear," she said. 

At that moment I felt his hand plow under my skirt and grip the edge of my wet pussy roughly. I gasped out loud, both with surprise and pleasure. "My, my, you are a wet one, aren't you? Do you like it when you can be watched?" He had no idea how much I like it.

"This is what you'll do," he began explaining very matter-of-factly. "You'll get down on your knees for me. I want you to slide your skirt and your top up so we can see you touching yourself. I want you to take my cock into your mouth. You'll suck it until I cum. And don't forget—you'll be looking at her the entire time you do this."

I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me off the bench and down onto the floor. I slid my skirt up around my hips, exposing my bare, soaked pussy. I rolled up my T-shirt and exposed my breasts with their rock-hard nipples. I felt cheap and whorish—naked on a dirty barroom floor. And the fact that she was watching me, about to suck her boyfriend was almost more than I could stand.

I saw her hand reach over and unzip his jeans. She reached in and pulled out his hard cock and held it out towards my face. "Suck it!" he barked at me. She continued to hold it at the base as I leaned forward to take his cock between my lips. 

It was what I'd needed for so long. To feel a cock—any cock in my mouth. My fingers danced on my clit as she shoved his cock down my throat. It was large—probably 8 inches long and several inches around. I took it all, because I needed to feel it all. 

I rubbed my nipples against his knee as I bobbed on his cock. I opened my eyes and saw the woman staring at me, eyes wide. The man was leaning back, eyes closed, against the bench. She still held his cock as I worked on it. "Is that good baby?" I heard her ask him. "Is she doing it right?" All I heard from him was a grunt. I wanted him to cum—I wanted her to see him cum all over me. 

I felt his hand on my head, moving it faster back and forth. I sucked harder and faster as I felt him swell in my mouth. My fingers plunged sloppily in and out of my wet hole in anticipation of being showered with his hot cum while this woman watched. 

The pace quickened as he literally fucked my face. I heard the woman whispering "Yes, yes," as I worked furiously on his rock-hard rod. I needed that cum. I had to have it.

I felt his legs tensing, and heard him growl "here it comes!" The woman whipped the cock away from my mouth, and before I knew it, aimed it right at my face, covering me with his hot, explosive load. I buried my fingers inside myself as I came along with him, enjoying the feeling of a stranger's cum coating my face, neck and tits.

She held his cock like a hose, spraying me with more and more of his cum. It dripped from my chin, onto my heaving chest. As my orgasm subsided, my hands went to my tits to spread the cum all over my chest. The hot stickiness felt wonderful! I was lost for a moment in my own desire.

I snapped back to reality when I felt his hand grab my hair and pull me towards his cock. "Clean me up," He barked. I took his limp cock between my lips and removed all traces of his sweet cum. She then yanked his cock away and placed it back in his jeans for him.

There I was—kneeling under a barroom table, exposed, and covered in cum. I felt deliciously nasty and dirty, and fulfilled. I didn't care who saw me, and I'm sure many people did. Everyone in the bar knows what goes on in that back booth.

I felt her finger on my cheek, swirling around some of the sweet stickiness. "Thank you," she whispered as she licked the tip of her finger. "That was just the way I like it." "Move back a minute," he said to me. And as I slid back across the floor, they slid out of the booth and walked towards the back door. 

I pulled my knees from the cum-crusted floor as I slid down my skirt. I used my T-shirt to dab at my face, leaving much of the cum exactly where it was. I rolled the T-shirt across my chest, sliding it down over sticky breasts. 

When I sat back up on the booth seat, I noticed a $20 on the table. I was so proud! I had earned more whore money. More cash that I would never, ever spend.

I slid out across the booth, and walked slowly past the pool tables, and past the bar towards the front door. I know I was being stared at, and I hope they watched what I did in that booth. Perhaps they'll be the lucky ones the next time I visit the bar.