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Bar

By: Koreangal



I want to share a experience of mine from a few years ago. I caught my boyfriend of 18 months in bed with my best friend! There'd been lots of shouting, crying, apologising and so on, but I couldn't forgive him. I had booked myself into the W hotel in Time Square (on his credit card of course) and just wanted to get away for a while.

It wasn't my plan to do anything other than perhaps drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine, but having done that on Friday night I realized it didn't solve anything. Then I struck on the crazy idea that I should go out, find some gorgeous stranger and have wild, no strings sex. I had spent the afternoon buying myself an outfit I thought would be a guaranteed man magnet, then spent ages preparing myself ... shaving all the important bits, including my pussy which I only usually just trimmed.

I didn't want to look slutty, but good if you know what I mean. The black silky skirt barely covered my ass, but teamed with my new 3 inch high heeled stilettos, my legs looked very long and slim. The red top I was wearing finished just above my midriff, showing off my belly piercing, and it clung to the firm curves of my braless 36c breasts. I downed another glass of wine and decided to be brave and go down to the hotel bar. Just as I was leaving the room, another crazy thought hit me, and I took off the panties I was wearing.

The bar was full of people, and I almost lost my nerve, but no-one seemed to notice me as I made my way over to the bar. I sat on the free stool, ordered a drink and waited.

Hours passed, the bar slowly emptied, but there was no one really interesting. The only male that I was able to carry on a conversation was the bartender. He was a young guy, a student I guessed, with a mop of blonde curly hair and blue eyes. He was in jeans and a t shirt, and he looked to have an OK body. But by now, I was getting fed up! All this effort and nothing! I was still sat there at 1am, and it was just me, the barman and a guy in a suit left. 

"I suppose I should make a move, let you close up," I said to the barman.

"No, it's OK, we stay open as long as there are people in the bar," he said. "So if you want to stay, it's fine by me."

The guy in the suit came over to join us. He stood behind me, leaning on the bar so that his arm was touching my back. He had a definite bulge in his trousers and I decided that maybe the effort wasn't wasted after all! He introduced himself as James, and chatted to the barman and me about his computer business. I wasn't paying that much attention to him, I was just checking him out. He was wearing a navy suit with no tie and the shirt unbuttoned a little. He had dark brown hair, olive skin, and was slightly unshaven. I was imagining him with no clothes on and what sex would be like with him, until my thoughts were interrupted by his voice asking me a question.

"So how come a lovely lady like you is sitting in a hotel bar all by herself?" he laughed. 

My story flowed out easily as both men listened intently. James's bulge seemed to grow as I got to the part where I said I was looking for some wild sex, and I knew he was definitely interested. My hand wandered down to stroke his erection through his trousers - it felt huge! I shifted on my stool, and felt a familiar wetness between my legs already. 

James knew exactly what was on my mind as he moved closer to me. His hand moved up my thigh, pulling up my skirt and exposing my bare pussy to both him and the barman. I wasn't so sure about this and glanced nervously at the barman, but he was stroking my arm that was resting on the bar and looking straight into my eyes with a familiar look of lust . James now had one hand on my shoulder, fiddling with the thin strap of my top. He grinned at the barman, who moved his hand to my other shoulder. Slowly, they both pulled down the straps, revealing my naked breasts. They both began to squeeze them, and I suddenly realized I was going to have both of them.

I was lifted up onto the bar, and the barman stood behind me cupping both breasts in his hands. He leaned over and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting the hard nipple. I leaned back, closing my eyes as I felt my legs being parted and James's tongue licking my pussy. His tongue moved from my pussy to my clit, and back again. The barman's tongue swirled round my nipple as his hands squeezed my breasts. My breathing was becoming hard, and I could feel a warm tingling building in my body. 

James withdrew his tongue and began rubbing my clit with his fingers. The tingling intensified and I could hear myself moaning a little. He pushed a couple of fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp out loudly. Those fingers moved skillfully in and out, as I pushed myself further onto them, and within minutes I gave another loud groan as I came, that wave of pleasure taking over my whole body.

When I had recovered, I opened my eyes to find that the barman had joined me on top of the bar and had pulled his jeans and pants down to his ankles. His cock was standing fully to attention, almost pointing to his stomach. I rolled over onto my stomach and took it into my mouth, holding his balls in my hands. James was licking my pussy again from behind, his hands on my ass parting it. 

I was licking and sucking cock for all I was worth. I felt the barman put his hand on the back of my head, pushing me further onto him. 

"Yess baby!" he moaned. 

"Take it all, let me fuck your mouth." 

My head bobbed up and down on the shaft as I felt James move to the side of me. His trousers were now off too, and I grabbed his cock with my free hand. It was as huge and hard as I had imagined earlier, and I began to stroke him as I continued to suck the barman's cock. 

This carried on for a few minutes until I felt the barman's balls tighten and he yelled out, "Oh my god!" as he shot his load into my throat. 

I drank in everything he was pumping into me until he withdrew his softened cock. I was now hungry for more cum, so I then took James's cock into my mouth and gave that the same attention I had done with the barman's cock. James leaned back against the bar and moaned in pleasure as my tongue worked up and down its shaft. The barman moved behind me and started to lick and finger my pussy as James had done before. Again, my mouth was filled with hot cum as James came. At the same moment, another massive wave engulfed my own body and I gasped for air.

As I tried to regain some composure, James leaned against the bar stroking himself. Before I had a chance to move, I felt the barman's cock at the entrance to my pussy from behind. My natural reaction was to push onto him as his hands moved round my hips, then he thrust the hard throbbing cock deep into me. 

James watched, wanking himself, as my pussy was being pounded. The barman was grabbing at my hair, my breasts, my hips, my clit, anything he could get a hold of as he fucked me hard. Each thrust seemed to go in deeper and I gasped out louder with each one. I could feel an intense heat building in me like I'd never known before. But before I was able to come, the barman withdrew and motioned for James to take a turn.

James took me by both hands and took me over to a table. He lay on his back and beckoned me to get on top of him. I guided his hard cock into my pussy as I sat down on him. He grabbed my breasts as I leaned down to kiss him. His tongue explored my mouth roughly as his hands squeezed my breasts. 

I could feel his throbbing cock inside me, the walls of my pussy gently tightening around it. I started to move my hips up and down slowly as I rode him. He watched me for a few moments before moving with me. Our fucking was slower than it had been with the barman initially, but we slowly built up speed. My orgasm was building again and I knew when it did come it would be huge! James and I rolled around on the table as our thrusts got harder and faster.

I was laid on top of James, rubbing my clit whilst his cock pushed in and out my dripping pussy. The barman was behind me again, placing his hands on my ass to pull apart my ass cheeks. I drew in a loud breath as he pushed his cock into my ass, and for a moment I wasn't sure how this was going to work, but these men had no trouble being in control. 

My pussy was being fucked, my ass was being fucked, and I was giving my clit a hard work out. After a few initial difficulties, we all found the same rhythm and moved together, three heaving bodies as one. This was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt in my life, two hard cocks at once, followed by the most intense, violent orgasm I've ever had. I lost control of my body as it bucked wildly between the two men. I sobbed as I begged for them not to stop, their thrusts losing rhythm. They came roughly at the same time, filling both my pussy and ass with their juices. My orgasm continued as more and more pumped into me, one of them kissed me as the other nibbled on my neck until they had both withdrawn their softened cocks.

We lay there for a few minutes, just holding each other and totally exhausted. When I set out to have some wild sex, this certainly was not what I had in mind, but was I disappointed? No way!! As we all started to dress, James slipped me his phone number "in case I ever wanted more no strings group sex."

Bar 52



The bar was quiet, almost empty as I entered. I had just had a very stressful meeting and needed to relax. Bar 52 was always calming to me and I nodded to the bartender as I walked past him to sit on the couch that faced the windows.

I stretched out my long legs and watched the traffic go back and forth on the bridge. The city was bustling with activity and I was happily far away from it. The bartender handed me my drink and I sipped it as I took deep breaths.

A woman throwing herself onto the couch next to me disrupted the quietness of the moment. She was probably at least half my age but I stared anyways. She had light blonde hair and pretty large breasts. She was wearing jeans and a sweater, which made me think she was lost. This was not the proper attire for this bar.

I was about to open my mouth when she looked at me. Her piercing blue eyes told me she had had a bad day, probably worse then mine. I closed my mouth and smiled.

"Men are idiots. You are probably an idiot too."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. She was probably in her twenties and clearly was having a hissy fit. I stopped laughing and responded.

"Men are idiots with women until they are forty. Then they are idiots when it comes to their job. You're also probably dating guys who are twenty and all twenty-something guys have no brain cells. It's proven."

She laughed and got up to sit next to me. I was surprised since most women would look at me and assume things that weren't true. She was different.

"I'm Marianna. And yes you are right. Although I'm sure your wife or girlfriend would slap me for saying that. He is twenty-one and he thought crashing a wedding would be hot and sexy."

"I used to do that. Found my wife that way. Until I realized she loved being picked up by random guys."

"Ouch."

Her voice was soft and romantic and I had the urge to reach out and unbutton the top button of her sweater. She was clearly conservative but had a wild side. I was guessing a black lace bra with matching panties. I always got what I wanted so I began my seduction.

"My name is James. I am single at the moment although I'm sure you could have figured that out since you've glanced at my left hand about four times already. I would say you're cute and innocent but have a wild side. The only reason you came up to this bar was to explore that side."

I waited for her to slap me. Girls her age didn't want to admit they were wild. It was the good girl phenomenon and it drove me crazy. She didn't slap me. She did exactly what I wanted her to do. She unbuttoned the first two buttons of her top and ran her fingers gently along her cleavage.

"What if you're right?" she whispered.

"If I can guess the type of bra and panties you're wearing I get to bring you to my suite upstairs."

She nodded. I leant over and whispered softly in her ear. Her hand touched my arm, feeling my muscles. I had her.

We got up and made our made to the elevator.

Time went by quickly and soon we were both naked and lying on the king size bed. The view was the same as at the bar and I grinned as I saw the black lace Victoria Secret push up bra laying on the ground next to the black lace thong. I looked down at Marianna and grinned.

"I bet you have never truly been licked properly. Enjoy sweetie."

I settled between her legs and wrapped my arms tightly around her hips. Her pussy was waxed bare and I wondered if she did it to impress guys or whether she liked it herself. Either way I loved the feel of my tongue on her smooth lips. I licked up and down, tasting her juices. I then spread her lips with my hand and sucked hard on her clit. I would suck and hum then let go. Each time I let go she'd whimper. I did that a few times before pulling back her lips and licking up and down roughly.

She was pulling on my hair but I didn't care. I loved how aggressive she was getting and I didn't stop even when I heard her telling me she was cumming. She hadn't cum yet and I knew it. I gripped her hips tighter until she gasped then held her breath. Her pussy contracted against my tongue and I pushed my tongue deeper to feel each wave of pleasure flood her. She screamed and cried out and I loved every minute of it.

I let go and slid up her body. I kissed her to let her taste her juices and when she licked gently around my lips I saw the seductive little vixen that was hidden away behind that button up sweater.

"I can't believe I'm doing this. Seriously."

I grinned. I was thankful she didn't add something I knew she was thinking. I figured she would add something about how she couldn't imagine fucking a guy old enough to be her dad. I kissed her again and then pushed my cock deep into her pussy.

Normally I would make the girl suck on me but I had a feeling she'd think she was even better then she actually was. I was not going to lie and tell her how great she was and I wasn't willing to teach her how to do it properly. I figured she would think how amazing it was that a guy didn't automatically force her to suck cock.

She was tight and wet. Her young pussy gripped my cock and I began a slow rocking rhythm in and out. She whimpered and moaned and soon I was speeding up. I could last a long time but wanted to make her cum again.

"Oh god James. Seriously you are an amazing fuck."

I just nodded and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. My hand ran up her back and I cupped her perky tits from underneath. Pulling her back and forth I looked out at the view. This was exactly what I needed and I was happy that I got to enjoy my young plaything.

Marianna came hard again. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and I loved her soft moans and purrs. She gripped the expensive sheets as she tried to control her shaking. I held her tight and began my assault on her pussy. Hard long thrusts until I was covered in sweat. All the stress of work and family was suddenly unloaded in one hard explosive orgasm.

I pulled out and watched as my hot cum oozed from her bare pussy. It was so sexy and I kissed the small of her back as I held her.

"Happy you stumbled into Bar 52 sweetie?"

Marianna nodded.

I was happy too.



Bar 69



The bar looked like a typical American bar on a hot summer day. But it wasn't. It was on the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany, and it was a live-sex-show bar.

There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for live sex performances built up against the inside of the bar counter. It was a mere ten steps from the open door and could clearly be seen from the sidewalk.

As a middle-age white American male visiting Germany, I had wanted to explore. And I had. I had already been naked in live-sex peepshows down the street with a black Jamaican girl named Angela.

And that's how I had met Freya. She was the tall brunette forty-one-year-old German female bartender and manager of the live-sex-show bar. She knew the male manager of a peepshow two doors down the street.

She had gone there to tell him that her black East African male sex-model had to go to German immigration the next afternoon. The East African male performed with a blond blue-eyed shapely thirty-something Ukrainian female named Marina. As Freya put it, she needed another naked male piece-of-ass for the day.

The peepshow manager had vouched for me as one of his "more dependable and dirty pieces-of-ass." Freya liked both the "dependable" and the "dirty" in his recommendation. He opened the door at the back of the peepshow and pointed me out me to Freya. 

Angela, a sexy small black girl, and I were both functionally naked. That is to say, we both wore fetish chrome-studded leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands. The black girl wore white leather ones.

I, like all of their white peepshow sex-models, wore black leather ones. This costume had been cleverly designed to assure that our anuses, bare buttocks, breasts/nipples, sex-organs, and facial identities were fully accessible for all-purpose viewing by their spectators.

Angela and I were sweating in the summer heat and hot bright spotlights. Sweat collected in tiny beads on our bare flesh and sometimes gathered into droplets and ran down our skin.

We were both on our hands and knees in tandem on the red-padded-rug-covered peepshow turntable. I was behind her with my white face squashed between the ebony flesh between her bare buttocks.

The turntable was slowly turning us around to provide all of the peep-show spectators with thorough views of our naked anatomies, sex-organs, facial identities, and sex-acts.

The sex act that we were at that moment performing on our hands and knees was anilingus. In other words, I was giving her a rim job. My mouth was pressed against Angela's asshole, and I was lewdly licking around it.

"Tom, I have more work for you after this show. Same thing. Ukrainian girl named Marina." the manager shouted with a German accent.

I withdrew my face from between the black girl's sweaty bare buttocks and looked around to see where his voice was coming from. In bright spotlights and on the turning turntable, I was disoriented. Light shined in my eyes, and the twenty peep-show windows seemed to go endlessly by me.

Then I spotted him and also saw Freya. He looked serious. She was sneering dirtily at what I had just been publicly doing naked in front of her and the peep-show spectators. She caught my eye, conspicuously shot a glance at Angela's bare black ass, scanned my public nudity, and grinned a taunt at me. She turned to nod her approval to the manager.

"That filthy asshole-licking piece-of-ass is exactly what I need," she said loudly, in English, partly to make sport of me. And I knew then that the work was for her.

"Okay to work for her, Tom?" the manager asked me.

"Okay," I told him.

"Good," he told me. "Now lick her black asshole for our customers, slut."

I placed my mouth back on Angela's ebony asshole flesh, slipped my tongue out, and returned to licking around it for the amusement of the peep-show spectators. I heard the door close.

Fifteen minutes later, after Angela and I had finished that and other peepshow sex-acts, I pulled on my shorts, undershirt, and shower shoes. She pulled on her shorts, tanktop, and loafers.

She and I left our slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands on because we had to go back and perform live-sex-acts in forty-five minutes.

"She sounds rough," Angela told me. "But she's okay to work for. I did some time on top of that bar counter a couple months ago. Okay, see you in forty-five minutes. Don't get your tongue too tired licking her asshole."

I went outside. Freya was waiting. 

"Let's go, slut," she said as she placed her hand on my ass. She mockingly felt it as we walked to the live-sex-show bar two doors down the Reeperbahn.

She shot a smirk at my slave-collar, wristbands, and ankle-bands as we walked sweating in the afternoon heat, and then she patted my ass.

"Where you from in the States, Tom?" she asked me while we walked.

"Cleveland," I answered.

"What did you do there?" she asked. 

"Nude art model," I answered.

"So you're a professional nude. Being naked in front of decently dressed people doesn't bother you."

"No, doesn't," I told her.

It was true, but this was different from nude art modeling where spectators are serious artists with decent regard for the art model. Here the spectators looked upon us naked sex-models as prostituted sluts and ogled our public debauchery with appropriate smirks, grins, and sneers. 

"My pieces-of-ass are always completely naked," Freya told me. She took hold of my arm by its slave wristband, lifted it, and shook it. "No collars, straps, or anything. Totally naked makes you pieces-of-ass look debased. Like two sucking swine in sixty-nine. Okay, bitch?" 

"Yeah," I replied. "I'd rather be completely naked. These leather things get uncomfortable in this heat."

We got to the door and I glanced in. The live-sex-show bar was typical of more than a dozen in the raunchy St. Pauli and St. Georgi districts of Hamburg. Flush with the back of the two-foot-wide and black-linoleum-covered bar-counter was a seven-foot by three-foot red-rug-covered sex-performance platform.

On that platform, a naked male and female sex-model couple like Marina and I would engage in mostly oral sex-acts two feet (60 cm) away from whatever decently dressed customers happened to walk in and sit at the bar. Except for a very few instances where naked performers might engage in coital sex, we were entangled in a sexual sixty-nine position while off-and-on engaging in mutual oral sex. 

There were eleven bar stools. The five in the center put the customers less than arm's length from us naked sex-models across the width of the black vinyl bar top.

Sometimes customers sat and talked at one of the five tables scattered around in the dinginess. This allowed them to be out of the bright ceiling-mounted spotlights that shined on the bar top and adjoining sex-performance platform. But most of these acceptably attired customers jauntily and mockingly sat on the barstools a foot or two (30 to 50 cm) from us shamelessly naked oral-sex performers.

Most customers were tourists, males or couples. At rare times they were groups of single female tourists. Customers walked in from the street sat, sipped drinks, and watched two sluttish naked models like Marina and me engage in oral sex-acts.

These sex-acts were a come-on to buy drinks. The naked cocksucking female like Marina lay in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked male like me. The female always faced the door in these joints. The door at Freya's joint was two steps in from the sidewalk. So the sidewalk was only ten to fifteen steps from naked Marina's face and my exhibited crotch, balls, and cock.

When customers came to the door, she would insert my male phallus into her mouth and begin a cocksucking act while looking coaxingly at them. I would take this cue and begin eating her pussy or licking her asshole.

After the drink was bought and paid for, Marina and I would usually stop our sex-act until the next customer came to the open door and looked in at our naked bodies.

And that is what thirty-two-year-old Marina had been doing when I first saw her. She had been naked in a sixty-nine position on top of the naked black man on that platform built up against the bar-counter. So I knew what we looked like.

In the bright spotlights focused on both Marina's and the black East African man's naked bodies, and clearly visible from the night-darkened sidewalk, Marina had just filled her mouth and throat with his large black cock. I had been standing outside on the sidewalk with several people around me who were chortling and snickering at the two of them. 

I had gone in, and she had looked at me with her big blue eyes while her lips were stretched around the African man's phallus that was clearly deep into her throat.

When Freya had introduced her to me, she had slipped it out of her mouth, brushed her hand across her blond hair, looked at me with her big blue eyes, and said with a Slavic accent, "Hi, Tom."

"Hi, Marina," I replied.

And that was that. She had returned to publicly sucking black cock.

She had been trying to entice the customers standing on the sidewalk to come in, but it was clear that she liked cocks in her mouth. I would be naked in a sixty-nine position under her naked body and perform with her the next afternoon.

Freya had motioned for me to follow her behind the bar counter. She had pulled up her dress, pulled down her panties, and turned her bare German ass to me. Marina, with her lips wrapped around a big black phallus, had glanced at me with her big blue eyes.

Without waiting to be asked, I had knelt behind Freya, shoved my face between her buttocks, and licked her asshole flesh.

"Okay, you got the job, Tom," she had told me as she took a step forward and let her bare ass out of my face. "You lick Marina's asshole while my customers watch tomorrow. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay," I had told her as I stood up.

Marina, who had been watching all during the time, had slipped the big black phallus out of her mouth and grinned dirtily at me.

"I like you lick my asshole, Tom," the naked blond cocksucking whore had told me sweetly with a Ukrainian accent. Then, seeing someone looking in through the open door, she had slipped the long fat black cock into her mouth again and returned to her public cocksucking.

I had taken a long look at her lips wrapped around the black man's saliva-wet penis while she looked at me with her big blue eyes. Then I had gone back to the peep show. Angela was waiting for me.

Angela and I had stripped naked except for our slave collars, wrist bands, and ankle bands, and we did several more live-sex-shows for their customers that night.

I was prepared when I went over Freya's bar at about noon the next day.

I wore only tan shorts, a white sleeveless undershirt, and shower shoes, but no socks or underpants. In the afternoon, the Reeperbahn looked different.

The night before, it had been humming with crowds of summer tourists and lit with flashing garish neon signs. Now, in the bright daylight, summer breezes from Hamburg harbor blew urban dust and debris down the sidewalk. There were few tourists, and it looked a little drab.

The sex-show bar had its front door open to the early afternoon summer heat. Like all the other places in the area, the black velvet curtains meant to keep outsiders from looking in had been pulled wide open. The excuse was to let in cooler air.

The real reason was to let anyone on the sidewalk look in and see their scandalous naked sex-models who were on exhibit and illuminated by a half-dozen bright quartz spotlights mounted on the ceiling. It was an enticement to come in and buy a drink.

A dozen bright quartz spotlights shined on the red rug of the empty sex-performance platform back of the center of the bar counter. It called attention to the fact that we naked sex-models were only ten to fifteen steps from the sidewalk, a short walk and a clear public view of out naked bodies and our oral sex-acts from the open doorway. It was summer. It was Germany. They let all the sex-show joints do it.

There were only two people inside as I walked in. One, sitting on a barstool at the end of the bar counter, was Marina.

She was, only temporarily before she stripped naked, wearing tight white shorts, a short maroon tanktop, and shower shoes. Her blond hair was bunned-up and held that way with a blue plastic hair clip. She was a pleasingly plump and shapely woman, and she gave me a nice smile.

The other person, standing and wiping drink glasses behind the bar, was Freya, wearing a tight blue skirt and a loose white blouse. She glanced at the clock. I was two minutes late. 

"Hello, bitch," Freya greeted me with her mouth curled into a sneer. "Try to be on time next time." It was Germany. They liked to be on time.

The two women looked at each other. Freya wagged an index finger at Marina and then at me. "Show time. Get naked, sluts," she told us with a taunting sneer. 

I knew from the night before that we sex-models stripped at the end of the bar counter and put our clothes on a shelf there.

Each place was a little different. In the peep show, Angela, my black female sex-partner, and I were both naked in so far as having our sex-organs, anuses, and buttocks completely viewable. But in that place we both had to wear chrome-studded black leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands so that we looked more like pieces-of ass.

In some places like Salambo's, the sex-models wore elaborate costumes, but costumes carefully designed to scandalously reveal sex-organs, bare buttocks, anuses, and female breasts. Here, in this live-sex-show bar, Marina and I had to be totally naked.

Marina shot me a thin smile. I remembered how the blond blue-eyed Ukrainian slut's lips looked wrapped around a big black phallus. I imagined how they were going to look in a few minutes wrapped around my more modest Caucasian one.

She gave me a dirty grin. She told me later that she was imagining how my face was going to look squashed into her cunt, or alternatively, pressed into her ass. 

She sauntered to the front corner of the bar and began stripping. When I got to her, she had already removed her tanktop. She had not worn anything under it. I took a look at her sensuous ample bare breasts and large fleshy-pink nipples. 

While I was pulling off my undershirt, Marina kicked off her shower shoes and pulled off her short white shorts. I kicked off my shower shoes and pulled off my Bermuda shorts. In a few seconds, we were both totally naked.

We walked around to the front of the bar. It was so that we could use a barstool to climb up onto the bar counter.

But it was also to give the ogling potential customers standing on the sidewalk a full view of our facial identities, bare asses, and sex-organs to identify us as naked pieces-of-ass while we were preparing to get in position to publicly perform sex-acts for people like them.

I glanced out toward the sidewalk and saw two German teenagers, a boy and a girl, looking in at us. I shrugged. They were about the same age as the high school and college art students for whom I had often modeled nude.

Marina had walked naked by the open door countless times and was unembarrassed by people glancing in from the sidewalk as they walked by. Like me, she had been a nude art model as well as a naked live-sex-act model.

Neither of us were bothered by being naked in front of decently dressed people. But it did feel a little strange to be walking naked in a public bar in full view of everyone out on the sidewalk.

Freya intentionally gave my dangling penis an insolent sneer.

Naked Marina was clearly walking in a way that intentionally drew attention to the undulating movement of her shapely bare female buttocks. The Ukrainian whore turned and shot me a quick dirty smirk as we walked to a barstool in the center of the bar counter, then turned and continued on. I looked at the shape of her fleshy white bare ass.

She turned again, saw me looking at the sensuous undulating movements of her bare ass, and looked my naked body over with a coy grin.

"You like my ass, bitch?" she asked me.

"Nice ass," I told her.

"I like you lick my asshole a lot today," she told me. "Okay, Tom?"

I looked out on the sidewalk and saw several potential customers, two snickering European women and three grinning European men looking in at our naked bodies from ten steps away. 

"Okay," I told Marina. She shot me a wide grin, stuck out her tongue at me, and waggled it to mock what mine would be doing on her anus.

She waited by the center barstool. I had to get up on the bar first because I had to lie under her naked body in a sexual sixty-nine position.

I got a knee on a barstool, climbed up onto the cold black-linoleum-covered bar-counter. Feeling somewhat clumsy in my nakedness on public view, I got on top of it, crawled across it, and got onto the padded red rug of the sex-performance platform built up against it.

I lay on my back with my head toward the rear of the bar. The shapely naked Ukrainian whore shot me a coy sneer as she struggled somewhat clumsily in her nakedness to get up on a barstool. She crawled up onto the top of the bar-counter and crawled across the bar-counter onto the platform and got her bare body over mine. 

Her ample breasts hung down like sacks. As she lowered her bare ass over my face, I took a last look at the people looking in from the sidewalk. And then the heavy naked Ukrainian woman lowered her body to press hard down on mine. 

Then all I could see were the fleshy insides of her perspiring upper thighs, her sweaty bare buttocks, some of her blond pubic hairs, the split bulge of her cunt, and her anus.

To entice the people who were watching us to come in, she immediately slipped my penis into her mouth and began publicly sucking it for their entertainment. It was my cue. I raised my face into her cunt and began eating her pussy. She reacted to the sexual thrill with a slight spasm.

To satisfy her that I would do what she asked, I licked upward on her twat and got my tongue on her asshole. I not only licked around it, I forced my tongue in and out of it several times. Freya cackled contemptuously. Marina squeezed her bare things against both sides of my head to communicate satisfaction with my asshole licking.

But those customers went away. Then there was nothing to do for several minutes. I looked at the lazily turning mahogany blades of the ceiling fans and several insects flying around them, but looking up at the half-dozen bright quartz spotlights hurt my eyes.

So I looked at the sweating flesh of the Ukrainian woman's buttocks in front of my face. I could see beads of perspiration on the pores of the flesh of her ass. Tiny droplets of sweat clung to the almost invisible tiny blond hairs of her buttocks.

Her asshole was still wet with my saliva and glistened in the bright spotlights. I tried to count her anal ridges, but I lost track and gave up. I looked at the fillet-like inner lips of her cunt, and then the blond pubic hairs around its outer lips.

A German blond college-age boy and blond college-age girl came in. For years I had modeled nude in college art classes for students their age. I was glad to see them. They broke the monotony of looking at Marina's sweating meaty bare ass, saliva-glistening asshole, and fleshy cunt. Both of the young Germans looked our bare bodies over with sharp cold blue eyes.

Marina slurped my limp penis into her mouth and began her act of public cocksucking for them. I pressed my face into her cunt and began my public act of eating pussy. The girl leaned over Marina's bare ass and grinned at me licking around in the Ukrainian woman's cunt. 

She asked me something in German. Freya spoke to her from behind the bar. "She's Ukrainian; he's American," she told the German girl. "Filthy American piece-of-ass will lick her asshole if you ask him in English."




Bar 69



The German girl shot me a contemptuous smirk while I continued to eat Marina's pussy. She brushed her long blond hair back and grinned dirtily at me. "Okay. Lick her asshole so I can get some good video, whore," she told me.

I licked upwards and around Marina's asshole. The German girl snickered and pointed. She and the boy exchanged grins and giggles. "You're a pretty filthy naked male slut," she told me.

The boy pulled out a notebook and wrote something in it. The girl pulled out a hand-held camcorder and grinned at me dirtily while she videotaped me. I continued to lick Marina's asshole. She stepped back and shot our whole naked bodies and oral sex-acts from the side. Over the top of Marina's bare buttocks I could see the German girl move in to videotape Marina sucking my cock.

Then the blond girl panned her video camera over toward Marina's ass and my face. She grinned at me licking around Marina's asshole while she slowly moved in to capture it on tape in a very close close-up of my licking tongue on Marina's saliva-wet anus. Then she moved to a different angle toward Marina's ass from in back of my head. 

After a minute, she stopped videotaping my rim-job on Marina's anus. I continued to do my job and licked anal flesh while I looked sideways over the round fleshy mounds of Marina's bare ass at them. They were obviously doing some kind of research project.

When Freya asked them, in English, if they would like some drinks, they had a brief conversation among themselves. Over the top of Marina's bare ass, I could see some of them shaking their heads negative, and then they started toward the door. Down on the lower end of my body, I could feel Marina put her head on my pelvis and wait that way for another customer.

Two Japanese couples came in. Marina again slurped my cock into her mouth and began sucking. I again began licking her cunt, and then licking her asshole. The Japanese tourists exchanged snickers and giggles. One of the men and one of the women took a couple photographs.

They snickered and giggled while taking long shots of our bare bodies entwined in a sixty-nine position and close-ups of her sucking my cock and me eating her pussy and licking her asshole. But when Freya asked them if they wanted any drinks, they shook their heads no, and left.

"That's daytime," Freya said with a sigh. "Nighttime they come in and buy drinks and watch you pieces-of-ass. Daytime they just look and go."

Marina and I did not care one way or another. We got paid anyway. But neither of us said anything. 

I looked at the perspiring flesh of her ass again. The weight of her naked body pressed my naked body into the red rug and its foam padding underneath. Her body heat added to my own. Marina was a little uncomfortable, too. She shifted her weight on the slippery perspiring surface of our two pressed-together bare bodies. 

"Okay, Marina and Tom, you can take a five-minute break," Freya told us.

Marina lifted her body off of mine. I felt a sudden coolness as a soft breeze blew over my perspiration-soaked chest, belly, and groin.

She crawled across the bar-counter and clumsily eased herself down, first onto a bar stool, then onto the linoleum floor. I rolled over, got on my hands and knees, crawled across the bar-counter in back of her, and got clumsily down in my nakedness from the bar-counter.

Marina knew the routine. The sweating naked Ukrainian woman sat at the end barstool nearest the sidewalk. She faced toward the open door and spread her legs. I sat on the one next to it. I could see from what she was doing that we naked sex-models were still on display to entice more customers to come in.

To make sure I knew, Freya grinned at me and said, "Spread your legs apart. Let them see your cock and balls, slut."

I did it and looked out to see who was looking in. A lady in a summer dress walked by while walking her schnauzer dog on a leash. She glanced in, but kept on going like she had seen it before and saw what she expected.

Five German men and five German women tourists stopped. The women were wearing either summer dresses or shorts and tanktops. The men were wearing shirts and slacks.

They all pointed at naked Marina and me, especially at our wantonly displayed sex organs. They exchanged sneers, laughs and snickers and then engaged in some tittering chatter in German along with more snickers.

After a minute they came in. Most had some kind of camera and began photographing and videotaping us two nudes. Freya motioned for Marina and me. "Pieces-of-ass back up on the bar," she said loudly.

While we were taking a minute to climb back up and get back into our 69-sex-act position, the ten tourists looked over our bare bodies and sex-organs.

They smirked and snickered and exchanged a titter in German while they continued to photograph and videotape our bare flesh. They flagrantly took close-ups of each of our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs while we climbed up onto bar-counter and crawled to get into our sex-act position.

One of the men patted Marina on her bare ass and felt around it. One of the women patted me on my bare ass and felt around it. 

"Fine sluttish pieces-of-ass, aren't they," Freya told the two Germans feeling ours asses in English for our benefit and to let them know that the management did not disapprove of their insolently petting us naked sex-models. 

The woman's disrespectful hand feeling around my bare ass felt smooth and sensual. She made a point to contemptuously feel deep between my buttocks and then to mockingly smack pats on my bare ass.

The German man felt Marina's twat as she began to crawl across the bar-counter toward the sex-performance platform behind it. The German woman enclosed her hand around my penis and balls and fondled them for a second while I crawled across the bar-counter. The other Germans laughed and exchanged comments about it in German and photographed and videotaped the two feeling our bare asses and fondling our sex-organs.

Marina and I did not look at them or at each other while we crawled to the red-rug-covered sex-performance platform get into a sixty-nine position.

Immediately after lowering her heavy sweating body down on mine with her ass over my face, Marina had slipped my cock into her mouth. Then I began eating her odoriferous pussy. There was a stir of smirks, sniggers, and cackles. I licked upward and around Marina's asshole. There was a contemptuous female cackle and a few more snickers. 

One of the women and one of the men pointed small video cameras at us and recorded our bare bodies while we engaged in mutual oral sex. Two of the men and one of the women took still photographs of us from several different angles. 

These ten customers bought some drinks. Normally after the drinks were served to the customers, it was a signal for Marina and me to cease our oral sex-acts. But it was afternoon, and few customers dropped in at that time. Freya had a feeling for repeat business and word-of-mouth advertisement to spread business.

"Keep sucking cock, Marina. Keep licking asshole, Tom. Until I tell you two pieces-of-ass to stop," she told us. She turned to the German customers. "She's Ukrainian; he's American. I have to talk to the naked pieces-of-ass in English."

"That's an interesting combination of pieces-of-ass," a young brown-haired and blue-eyed German woman told Freya with a wry grin as she videotaped me licking Marina's asshole. Naked Marina and I continued to perform oral sex for their entertainment. She slowly sucked my cock, and I sluggishly licked her anus for another minute. The German customers sat talking in German, exchanging laughs and guffaws, and sipping drinks.

From what I could see over the round sweaty mounds of Marina's Ukrainian ass, one or another of them was always videotaping or taking photos of naked Marina and me and out oral sex-acts. They surveyed our bare flesh and sex-organs and watched our oral sex-acts with smug grins and kept on with conversation between themselves in German.

"You like your cocksucking work, Ukrainian slut?" I heard one of the guys ask Marina in German-accented English.

I could feel Marina abruptly stop sucking my cock to answer him. I kept licking her asshole.

"It's fun," she told him in Ukrainian-accented English. 

A pale-skinned blond woman with arrogant brown eyes raised herself slightly off of her barstool and grinned at me over Marina's bare buttocks while I sliped my tongue around her saliva-wet anus. "You like licking her asshole, American bitch?" she asked me. 

I backed my mouth and tongue off of the Ukrainian whore's anus. "Yeah, I'm happy," I told the sneering German woman. She squawked a contemptuous cackle and taunted me with a sneering grin at me as I returned to licking around Marina's asshole.

The ten Germans exchanged some snickering conversation in their own language, gulped down the last of their drinks, and marched out the door while my mouth and tongue were still on Marina's asshole.

Marina lifted the weight of her bare body off of mine. A strand of my saliva followed her asshole up until it broke and splashed on my face.

She and I crawled naked over to the edge of the bar, let our bare bodies down onto the barstools, and then to the floor. We said nothing to Freya or each other as we walked slowly to bar stools nearest the door and sat.

The red vinyl felt cold on my bare ass for a second. As before, we sat with our legs spread wide apart, displaying our sex-organs toward the sidewalk. A couple dozen people, mostly tourists, walked by. Most of them stopped and took a look. All those who looked pointed at our exhibited genitals while grinning, snickering, or giggling. But then they went on.

"So how is nude modeling for art classes in Cleveland?" Freya asked me to break the silence.

"It's a job. I get sore holding poses," I told her.

Marina kept her legs spread wide to exhibit her cunt to passersby and turned to look at me. "I did nude photography modeling in Kiev and Moscow," the naked Ukrainian woman told me. "You model nude on-camera?"

"Yeah, lots of times," I said while my legs were spread wide to exhibit my cock and balls to passersby.

"So nude on-camera in porn is okay?" Marina asked. 

A short fat balding Italian man and a tall shapely Italian brunette woman sauntered in, each of them carrying video cameras. They both videotaped the naked Ukrainian woman and me sliding our bare asses off of the barstools.

"Want to do a porn video, Tom?" Freya asked.

"You mean for them?" I asked while pointing to the Italian couple videotaping Marina's and my naked bodies.

"No, ten American dollars for a commercial amateur smut video, bitch," she answered me. "Fifty dollars if you do four of them."

"With Marina here?" I asked.

"With her. And with the black whore from the peep-show, Angela," she replied.

"Three of us?" I asked.

"No. Two smut videos with each one. You lick asshole in all four. Okay, slut?"

"Sure. Okay," I told her.

Marina glanced at my cock and then grinned at me. She seemed to like the idea of doing a video with me. But I found out later that she was pleased with the added pay she would get and glad that I accepted.

Marina and I got our knees onto two adjacent bar stools to begin climbing up onto the bar again. The Italian woman boldly patted my bare ass and then felt and squeezed it as I climbed up onto the bar. She enclosed her hand around my genitals and fondled them.

"Real piece-of-ass, isn't he?" Freya grinned to the Italian woman. It was Germany, but the common world language was English. It turned out that she said that to all the women who felt my ass. It was to let them know there was nothing improper about them doing it.

"Yeah, real slut," the slinky Italian woman said with an Italian accent. She grinned at me while more boldly and insolently fondling my penis and balls, and then returned to feeling my bare ass again. Her boyfriend videotaped it.

Marina and I crawled up onto the bar-counter and across it onto the sex-performance platform. While the Italian woman looked at my cock and then grinned dirtily at me, I lay on my back. Marina lowered her sweaty body onto mine as we got into a 69-sex position. 

When I looked over the tops of Marina's bare buttocks, both of the Italians were videotaping us. They videotaped Marina and I licking and sucking each other's sex-organs. The grinning Italian woman cutely videotaped a long close-up of my face while I was licking Marina's asshole.

And a few days later, I would again on-camera doing the same with Marina on a turntable for a commercial porn video in a basement porn studio in Nuremberg while a black American college girl named Susan watched.

And the day before that, I would engage in the same sex-acts in another commercial porn video with the black peepshow girl named Angela, while her cousin Susan and a small invited audience watched. And over the next two days I would be naked on-camera for two more porn videos while Susan and different small audiences watched. And after Marina and I had finished making our only video together, we were both procured as asshole-licking white whores for a sex-party put on by a dozen black Caribbean men and women. And they invited Susan to the party to also use me as her asshole-licking whore.



Bar Adventure



My night had been going great. I'd successfully landed a job as the general manager of the nearby Shoprite. At 32, I was on of the younger managers. I'd decided to celebrate by going out to the bar. I figured I'd have a few beers, getting buzzed, and maybe bring home a girl. Most of my friends are married now, but I'm still wild and free.

After I arrived, I soon had my eyes set on the bartender. She was quite a sight! I'd had some hot conquests before, but she topped them all. She was about 5' 10", with beautiful blond hair tied back in a ponytail, with beautiful piercing blue eyes. Her face was also perfect, and her body was perfectly proportioned as well. She had C cup tits, and a great looking ass. She was wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed the top of her black lacy bra. She had a pair of short shorts that showed off her killer legs. She looked to be about 25, 7 years younger than me. But I made up my mind to go for her.

I quickly took a seat at the bar. She walked up to me.

"Hi, I'm Jen," she said.

"Hi. I'm Mike." I responded.

Jen put her hand on my arm, for just a couple of seconds, just long enought to not so subtly let me know she was interested. I had never met a girl that made the first move. Jen was quite the woman.

"So, what will you have," Jen asked, interrupting my thought.

"Oh, I'll have a Coors," I said.

"Sure thing," Jen said, walking away in a way to show off her gorgeous ass.

I was rock hard by now.

Jen returned with my drink. She traced a finger around my chest, admiring my pecs.

"So handsome. I might just have to take you home," Jen taunted.

She had beaten me to asking! She was very outgoing. Jen continued to aggressively flirt with me throughout the night. On the fifth beer, she winked and said, "on the house."

By then, we were the only to people in the bar, as it was almost closing time. Jen began to close up the bar. Just then, I started feeling dizzy, and passed out. The last thing I remember seeing was Jen standing over me.

Some time later I woke. I tried to move only to find myself tied down. There were cuffs on my wrists and rope on my ankles. Jen must have drugged me! Shit!

Just then she walked in. She was completely naked. Her hair was down to shoulders without the ponytail. My cock stirred at this.

"Jen," I shouted, "let me up now!"

"Is that a polite way to ask?" Jen smirked.

"Please," I asked.

"No." Jen replied.

"You have no idea what I'm going to-" I started.

Jen put a hand over my mouth before I could finish.

"Shh," Jen cooed. "I'm going to have fun. But since you can't even greet me civilly, I'm going to have to gag you."

Jen squeezed my balls. I began to hiss in pain as she kept squeezing. Soon I was tearing up.

"If you cried at that, you'll scream over what I have in store for later," Jen finished.

Jen went to a dresser and pulled our a big red ball gag. She held it over my mouth.

"Open wide," Jen ordered.

I kept my mouth closed.

"I grow tired of your resisting," Jen said sternly.

Jen forced my mouth open and jammed the ball in. Jen fastened the gag in place before I could react.

"Now, let's have some fun." Jen said.

She slowly pushed her finger up my ass. I groaned my discomfort into the gag. Jen ignored it and pushed in deeper. It felt weird, a totally different sensation. I hated it, but my dick was getting harder and harder.

"Someone's enjoying this," Jen laughed.

She began putting her finger in and out of my ass. I began moaning. Jen kept finger fucking me as she started to talk. 

"You are probably wondering why I'm doing this." Jen said. "You men are such assholes. Men that think they can just manhandle women are all too common. Plenty of assholes like that hit on me all the time. But I easily took control and manhandled then." Jen continued. "All of my friends were treated like shit and didn't think to counter it. Now, I am the cock in any relationship," Jen finished.

By now, Jen was fucking me with two fingers. She then shoved her whole hand up my ass. Shit it hurt! I screamed into the gag.

"This is how it felt for any woman you've ever done anally," Jen said. "Bet you'll never do that again."

Jen began rapidly fisting my ass. Sheer pain soon gave way to waves of pleasure.

"You like this don't you slur?" Jen asked.

I nodded.

Jen hopped on top of me and undid my gag. She thrust her tit near my mouth.

"Suck on it," Jen commanded.

I eagerly did so.

"That's it," she cooed. "You're ready for the strap on." Jen stated. Jen walked to her dresser and pulled out a ten inch strap on. I watched as she lubed it up.

"Ready?" Jen asked.

I nodded,

She thrust in. Jen began fucking me hard. She smacked my thighs as she did so. I shook from pleasure, unable to control my movement.

"Good boy," Jen said as she started really fucking me.

"Fuck me hard!" I begged.

"Such a slut," Jen grinned. Jen grabbed my hips for leverage as she fucked me hard. This continued until I came a few thrusts later.

Jen ran her fingers through my cum and made suck her fingers. 

"Good boy, get it all," Jen ordered.

After I did so, Jen gave me a glass of water.

"Drink it," she ordered.

I was thirsty and quickly gulped it down. Minutes later, I was dizzy and realized I'd been drugged again!

This time I awoke fully clothed by my car in the bar parking lot, with all of my personal items, including my wallet and cell phone were back. I couldn't believe what had happened last night. I saw a note on my car door. It read: meet me at the bar at midnight on Tuesday. You will regret it if you don't show. Yours truly, Jen.

I drove home and wondered about Jen and this relationship that I loved despite everything done to me. I pondered this as I went to sleep at home.



Bar and After



I was sitting at the bar waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. The barman was chatting me up, as he usually did, but I wasn't playing. I was looking forward to going out to the all-girls club later. I was wearing my little flared skirt and a tight top that showed off my body. I wanted the girls to like me and perhaps come on to me - I was in that sort of mood.

The bar was pretty crowded and suddenly there was a guy in front of me, ordering drinks for him and his mates. As he was ordering, I felt his hand move onto my knee. I was surprised and was about to hit him away when I looked at him and saw his face. He was very cute! All of my thoughts suddenly changed direction - especially when his hand quite insistently pushed my knees apart. I had bare legs and the feeling of his warm hand on my legs was getting to me. There were so many people around us that I'm sure no-one could see.

Just at that moment, my cell phone rang. I reached into my bag and took it out, looking into the guy's eyes as his hand slowly slipped up the outside of my leg. It was my girlfriend on the phone and she told me she couldn't make it that night. I told her that I was not too worried and I decided to tell her exactly what was happening. I'm sure the guy could hear me as he continued to advance his hand along my naked thigh. I told my friend that there was this guy doing this to me and I told her it felt good. 

She giggled and said, "Are you enjoying it?"

I grinned at the guy and he began to slip his hand under my little skirt. When I told my friend, she moaned at me.

"Oh wow. You lucky bitch!"

"I'm going to let him touch me soon!" I giggled, making sure he could hear me. 

His hand made the bold step across from the outside of my leg to the inside of my thigh. I knew the soft skin there would make him as hard as a rock.

"I want to feel his hard cock against my leg," I murmured to my girlfriend.

The guy nodded, moving so that his body was pressing against my leg. He slowly adjusted his position until I could feel his rock hard erection pushing against me. It felt long and thick. I told my girlfriend how it felt.

"Go on," she urged, "Touch it!"

I slowly took my hand off the bar and ran it along my leg until I brushed against his hard cock. He took the chance to push up even further under my skirt and his hand soon touched my panties. I knew they were wet. His smile was so cute!

"I'm gushing juices!" I cried to my girlfriend and she moaned. "He's so hard I want to take it out and suck it!"

"Why don't you do that?" she suggested.

"No - I can't do that here - it's much too crowded."

"You've licked my pussy in a crowded bar before," she giggled.

"Yes, but..." I hesitated, as his hand pressed inwards against my wet pussy. "His fingers are pressing into my pussy."

I knew he could hear me as his face was now very close to mine. This guy knew when he'd conquered a girl. His thumb began to press against my clit and I moaned into the cell phone.

"What the hell is he doing now?" my girlfriend asked.

"Caressing my clit like an expert," I whispered, smiling encouragement at him. 

His cock seemed to become even harder as he slowly pulled at the thin material of my panties and lifted them to one side. I groaned into the phone.

"He hasn't....?" she asked, giggling.

"He's just about to - aaaahhhhh!" I groaned as he slowly slid one finger between my pussy lips and into my wet pussy.

I suddenly thought about the drinks this guy had ordered for his mates, but then I noticed that they were all sitting with drinks at a table away from the bar and grinning at us. I wondered whether this was a dare, or whether it had just happened on impulse. Soon I didn't care at all, as his synchronized gentle stroking of my clit and pussy took me closer and closer to a delicious orgasm.

"I think he's gonna make me cum!" I whispered quite loudly into my phone. I noticed the barman look at me with a smirk.

"Noooooo!" she cried, not believing me.

"Ooooooooo no!, Aaaaaah" I cried softly. "Yes, he is. Uhhhhh, Uhhhh, Uhhhhh!" I groaned.

"You are a tramp, you know," my girlfriend giggled. "You just let a complete stranger make you cum!"

"And now I'm gonna let him take me back to the hotel and stick that huge cock inside my pussy," I whispered again loudly enough so he could here. 

His cocked jerked wildly against my leg as he slowly pulled his fingers out from underneath my skirt. He leaned towards the ear against which I was holding the phone. 

"Now give me your panties," he ordered.

"Did he really say what I think he said?" she asked, excitedly.

"Yes. He's just asked me to take off my panties. Do you think he means right here?"

"It sounded like it!" she giggled, and he nodded.

'I'm gonna go now, darling," I cooed at my girlfriend. "I'll fill you in on the rest later. Byeee."

She just had time to cry "Bye" before I clicked off the phone and put it away.

Quite befuddled after my big orgasm that I had to keep quiet, I struggled to sit up properly. I slowly slid my hands up under my skirt along the outside of my legs. I wasn't going to spread my legs to show anyone my pussy. I slowly grabbed at the edge of my little panties and with a lot of careful wriggling, slipped them off my butt and down my thighs. It was less easy to pull them off my lower legs, but he helped me and soon had his 'trophy'.

"Come on!" I urged him, "Let's go now!"

I pulled on his hand and we struggled through the mass of people. Just as we passed his mates, he threw them my panties and grinned. They all cheered, probably very jealous.

As we walked to my car, his hand slipped under my skirt again and he caressed my butt. It felt so good. I wanted him to take me right then. We did manage to get into my car and before he could start anything in such a busy car park, I drove off the short distance to my apartment.

As we entered the building, he just steered me to the lift and we got inside. Immediately his hands lifted my skirt as he turned me to bend over in front of him.

"Don't say anything," he ordered, "Just enjoy!"

I heard the rasp of his zip and then felt the delicious pleasure of his rock hard cock pushing against my pussy, then sliding straight into me in a single deep thrust.

"Ngggggghhhhh!" I groaned as his cock filled me up.

He started to thrust slowly in and out of my pussy, generating incredible feelings. 

Then the lift stopped. It was at my floor and we quickly disengaged. There was no-one around, so he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the stairwell. He shut the door, pushed me over the rail and thrust his cock back inside me. I have to admit that it was delicious to hear my own cries echoing down the stairwell as he pushed into me with obvious pleasure. After a few minutes, he sat on the top stair and pulled me down to sit on his massive cock. I felt speared as it drove right up into me. Wow!! what a lovely feeling. I rode him for a while, gently, with long slow thrusts deep into me.

He then pushed me off and dragged me back into the corridor. He walked along a little, then pushed me up to sit on a window sill. It was a perfect height and soon his cock was back inside me again, this time thrusting quite vigorously. I was in ecstasy, and it seemed so was he. I leaned back a little too far and we both heard the window glass crack. He pulled his cock out and dragged me on again, giggling like a child.

"Which is your room?" he suddenly asked, quite desperately. 

Luckily, we were now outside my room, so I indicated the door behind him. I got out my key and we were inside in moments. Now he undressed rapidly indicating that I should do the same. His cock did look magnificent, and his body was athletic and slim. I hoped he liked what he could see as I undressed.

He was impatient and sat me down on the shelf for suitcases. Again it was exactly the right height for him to drive his cock deep inside my pussy. I held my legs as wide as I could, I wanted him as far into me as he could get. He just seemed inexhaustible and his cock seemed to get harder and harder as he thrust into me insistently.

After I'd screamed out three huge orgasms, we heard the people in the next room banging on the wall shouting for us to be quiet - it was now 1 am. He didn't stop though - he just kept ramming that hard cock into me until I'd screamed even louder as my fourth orgasm exploded all over me. Then he came - in a huge yell, he unloaded a mass of hot cum into my pussy until he was swimming inside me.

There was quiet for a while as we both recovered from our efforts. He kept his only slightly deflated cock inside me all the time, gently pressing against my clit with his muscular body. I started to get aroused again and then I felt his cock beginning to get hard again. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and threw me onto the bed. His lovely cock left me and I felt empty. But then a flood of his cum started to pour down my crack onto the bed.

He went to the fridge and rummaged about until he'd found what he wanted. It was a large beer bottle, and the ice cube tray. I didn't question what he was going to do as I was so incredibly horny. And so was he - his big cock was sticking out like a flagpole. However, when I felt him press the top of the beer bottle against my pussy lips, I began to wonder. The edges of the bottle top actually hurt my pussy and I stopped him. He grinned, ripped off the bottle top with his teeth and drank the beer quickly. He slowly pushed the cold beer bottle into my pussy until I felt the larger part of the bottle trying to open my pussy. He then took the one of ice cubes and rubbed it gently on my clit. It almost felt like steam was rising as the cold water trickled down my crack. Together with the cold beer bottle, it felt wierd but quite nice. I lifted my legs as I felt him pushing harder on the bottle, and then my pussy opened up and it slipped quite a way inside. 

The ice cube had now melted and he leant towards me. His warm tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me as he began to lick my clit gently. The beer bottle was pushed in and out of my pussy so the neck of the bottle was just inside me, and then almost the whole thing. It really began to get me going - yet again! And his tongue was doing wonders to my clit, sending shock waves around my body. I wanted to cum and cum and cum, but again I wanted to hold back to make it even better.

My cries of pleasure were obviously keeping our room neighbours awake, but I was too far gone to care. He licked me into another screaming orgasm, almost immediately followed by another as the beer bottle worked inside my pussy.

When I'd calmed down, I realised he was not close to me. I opened my eyes to see him getting dressed and tucking that huge erect cock inside his trousers. 

"Sorry, got to go. The wife's expecting me home!" he said as he rushed out of the door. 



Bar-B-Que



My wife and I always have a summer ending Bar-B-Que. Hamburgers, Beer, Friends, and, of course, good sex. Usually, the sex is just between us, but this summer was different...

It started out the same as any other year. Food shopping, cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, etc. As we were preparing some of the food, the guest list popped up in conversation. My wife said, "Is Jeff coming tonight?" I looked at her puzzled and said, "Of course he is. Jeff always comes."

I didn't pursue it any further, because I hoped I knew what she was thinking. You see, Jeff is my one friend that has seen my wife do things that only I have. Ever since we bought a video camera a few years ago, my wife has filmed herself masturbating for me numerous different ways.

A couple of years ago, Jeff's wife left him for another guy after 18 years of marriage. It was devastating to him. As a good friend would, I tried to help the poor man. I knew he was jacking himself off constantly, because he kept telling me about it. So, while my wife was back in Iowa visiting her mother, I invited Jeff over for a few beers one evening. 

We were doing the guy thing. Slamming brewski's and watching sports. We both had a pretty good buzz going. Like most times drinking, our conversation turned to sex. I know my wife turns Jeff on. Why not, she has a great ass, beautiful tits, and big hairy pussy, just the way I like it. We were talking about getting hummers and eating pussy when Jeff looked at me, shaking his head. I said, "What??" He said, "God I'd love to see your wife naked."

Being coy, I said, "You would, would you?? What would you do to her??"

Jeff said, "I'd love to suck on her tities and then bury my tongue in her wet pussy.."

Now, I've always been turned on by the thought of some man or woman seeing my wife naked, or them watching her do herself, or a threesome.

"Tonight's your lucky night my friend," I said. While Jeff sat there wondering what I meant by that, I ran upstairs and grabbed a videotape from our nightstand. When I got back down stairs, Jeff had popped open a couple more beers.

I said, "I think you're going to enjoy this.." Jeff got a big smile on his face and said, "Is that the tape you've been telling me about?" "Yes it is!!," I said. I popped in the tape, sat back on the couch and pressed play.

As my wife appeared on the screen, she was wearing a satin blue top and matching panties. She was kneeling on our bed, and was talking to the camera. "I'm feeling horny, so I thought I would masturbate for you.," she said. Our mouths feeling dry, we both took a swig of beer. Now, I've seen this video many times, and I still get excited watching it.

As my wife proceed to rub herself through the satin material, my cock started to stir. I noticed Jeff adjusting himself as well.

Finally, my wife stood up and pulled the material off her body slowly. Jeff expressed what I was certainly thinking when he said, "God Mary has beautiful tits and a beautiful pussy. They're bigger than I thought they were. She sure hides them well."

As my wife laid back on the bed, spread her legs wide open exposing her pink labia to us, I couldn't help rubbing my hard cock. I didn't have to look at Jeff, I knew he was too. She skillfully used her vibrator and her fingers bringing herself to a shaking orgasm. Just at climax, using her toy, she screamed, "I WISH IT WAS YOUR COCK..."

I'm sure Jeff went home that and jacked off with the vision of my wife in his head. Hell, I did. It really turned me on having my best friend watch my wife pleasure herself.

When my wife got back from her mom's, I couldn't help but tell her about it. I wanted to see her reaction. I was hoping she wouldn't mind because she thinks Jeff is a great guy. She wasn't upset at all. In fact, she wouldn't admit it, but I think it turned her on as well. My wife is like any red-blooded American woman. It makes her feel good when someone thinks she's hot...

The Bar-B-Que was a success as usual. My wife was getting a little tipsy and she was being her usual flirt. In fact, I'm a flirt as well. I think it adds spice to our sex life. Jeff seemed to be her primary target. I think she had fun knowing that she knew about Jeff seeing the video of her. Especially, since I never told Jeff I told her about that night. 

Everyone had left except Jeff. My wife asked me if I wouldn't mind cleaning up. I said, "No Problem.." She said she was going up to take a shower. Someone had spilled beer on her and she smelled like a brewery. I finished cleaning and Jeff and I were sitting on the couch watching sportscenter. All of a sudden, sportscenter stopped and the video of my wife that Jeff and I had seen six months earlier started playing. I looked over at Jeff and said, "Turn that off, Mary will be down soon!!" Jeff said, "I didn't do it!!"

Just then, we heard a voice say, "I did it.." Both of us turned around, and my wife was standing there in the same blue outfit she was wearing on the TV. We were stunned. We couldn't even speak. My wife spoke again. "I heard you both enjoyed the video presentation in this outfit. I was wondering if you would like to see the live version??" We still couldn't speak, because we both just nodded yes.

My wife said, "GOOD!!" She then turned off the TV and came in to the family room and knelt on the floor just as she did on the video on our bed. She started to rub her body through the satin blue material. I was rock hard by now, and I'm sure Jeff was too. My wife must have noticed because, she said, "You guys look a little uncomfortable. Take your pants off, but leave your underwear on." We obeyed quickly. My cock was making a nice tent out of my briefs. I'm small by standard, having only a six-inch cock when hard, but it appeared that Jeff was a couple inches longer. My wife just licked her lips looking at both of our tents.

After rubbing her body through the material, she stood up and slowly removed her top. God she does have beautiful tits. Both Jeff and I expressed that. That seemed to excite her a little. She wet her fingers and started making circles around her areola, occasionally gently squeezing and tugging her nipples. Each time she did that, a moan escaped from her. I started rubbing my hard cock through my briefs and I glanced over at Jeff and he was too.

"Do you like watching me play with my tits??" , she said. Once again, we just nodded. She then coyly said, "There appears to be one for each of you. Would you like to kiss them??" Finally, we both spoke, simultaneously saying, "YES." "Guests first, don't you think Brian?" As much as I wanted to be first, I nodded in approval.

She walked over to Jeff and offered her left breast to him. As much as he eagerly wanted to feverously suck on it, he softly kissed the whole areola and nipple. He then made circles around it with his tongue, just as my wife did with her finger. My wife closed her eyes and bit her top lip. I thought I was going to shoot right then. After he stopped his assault on my wife's left tit, she opened her eyes and looked at me. It was my turn. Jeff is my best friend and he's been through a hard time. He had that look of sadness when his turn was over. I told my wife, "He can have my turn as well." I could see Jeff was elated by my decision. "Use your hands this time, Pal," I commanded. Jeff didn't have to be told twice, he reached out and grabbed my wife's right boob. He stuck half of her boob in his mouth, and grabbed the other one as well. I could tell my wife was getting wet. She started rubbing her legs together.

She broke the grip Jeff had on her, winked at me and walked back to the center of the room. She thanked Jeff for his effort and told us how wet she was. "Would you like to see how wet you made my pussy Jeff??" Before Jeff could answer, I said, "Oh yeah baby, take those wet panties off." Jeff expressed his sentiments. "Lets see that hairy box!!."

With that, my wife shed her blue satin panties. Oh yeah, she was wet all right. I could see the wetness on her inner thighs where she was rubbing them. She spread her legs and ran her fingers up and down her slippery lips, then brought them to her mouth tasting her nectar. If we had touched our cocks at that point we would have cum. "UMMMMMM!! I taste good tonight', she said. She walked over to me, inserted her finger into her wet hole and brought it to my mouth. I licked her wetness off her finger. She was right, she tasted great. She said, "Do you think Jeff is going to like the taste." I just looked at Jeff and smiled. 

She walked over to Jeff, spread her lips to show Jeff her wet pussy, and slid her fingers up and down her hairy slit. She started to finger fuck herself right in front of Jeff's face and then pulled her finger out, bringing up to his nose. Jeff closed his eyes as he inhaled her scent and didn't wait for my wife to offer him her finger, he just devoured it. "Do I taste as good as you thought I would Jeff?" Jeff just nodded with my wife's finger still in his mouth, licking it as clean as he could get it.


My wife moved back to the center of the room and asked me to retrieve her vibrator from the end table. As I handed it to her, she said, "It's time for you guys to get rid of those briefs and join me on the floor. We didn't have to be told twice. I was right; Jeff's cock was bigger than mine. I could tell my wife noticed to.

She looked at Jeff and said, "NICE!! May I grab it?" Jeff started nodded yes feverously. My wife being a tease said, "I don't know, I don't want you to cum yet?" Jeff said, "Please touch it, PLEASE." Mary reached out and grabbed it. As she squeezed it, a little pre-sum started oozing out the top. She bent over and licked it off. Jeff started hyperventilating. "A Little saltier than Brian," she said. She sensed I was feeling a little left out, so she moved over and took my whole cock head into her mouth. It felt so good. She licked it for a few seconds and figured she better stop. She has given me so many great blowjobs and she knew when I was getting ready to explode. She said, "Not yet honey."

She then layback against the couch, turned her vibrator on and started buzzing herself. First her swollen clit and then fucking herself with it. Jeff and I could help it. We started stroking our meat. Her moaning became more audible. "God you have a beautiful pussy" I stated. She loves hearing that, because it's true and adds excitement to her orgasms. She opened her eyes and saw us both stroking our cocks.

"YEAH!! That's it pump those hard cocks," she said. "I want you to cum with me. I want you to cum all over my tits," she continued.

She knew Jeff and I weren't going to hold out much longer. "God I'd like to fuck you right now!!," I yelled.. "Fuck yourself with that vibrating cock," Jeff chimed in.

My wife then stuck the vibrating cock inside her wet hole, taking her hands off it so it was buzzing inside her. She told Jeff and I to stop stroking our cocks and took over for us. Our balls were so full and she knew it. The vibrating was getting to her as well. She started making bucking motions to meet the vibrations. She was bucking so hard the vibrator fell out. Both of us noticed, but Jeff was quicker than I and grabbed the vibrating cock and starting fucking my wife with it.

I couldn't hold out any longer. I yelled, "OH BABE, HERE IT CUMS." The first shot hit Jeff's cock and dripped on to my wife's chest. Just then Jeff let go. It had been a while for Jeff, and his first load shot past my wife and me and landed on the carpet. His second was almost as strong and landed on my wife's leg. He let three more go after that and those landed on my wife's boobs. My second shot landed on my wife's chest as well.

As soon as Jeff started shooting, he stopped fucking my wife with her toy. I knew she was close and didn't want to ruin her orgasm, so I took over fucking her with the vibrating penis. She exploded in orgasm and was arching her back to meet my strokes. She must have orgasmed for three minutes before relaxing. Her orgasm was so powerful she had the death grip on our cocks and they were bright red from the cutoff blood flow. She reached over licked the heads of each of our cocks, and we all collapsed on the floor.

As I fell back, I accidentally hit the VCR on button. The video started playing and we all raised our heads and watched as my wife began the fantasy we just lived...



Bar B Que Bill



Twenty two year old Bill Williams dropped off the steps of the Semi Tractor with a grunt. The packed Sea Bag he held in his hands was heavy. When he lifted and carried it his muscles bunched and stretched his faded and ratty looking T-Shirt. The weight made him hit the ground harder than he anticipated. He felt the jolt in his feet and knee joints. Before he closed the door Bill turned back and looked up into the truck cab. He smiled up at the driver then said, "Thanks again for the lift. You really didn't have to drive me out here from the interstate but I am glad you did. I sure wasn't looking forward to walking all the way back here especially carrying this damn heavy bag.

"If you're ever in the area again and need something look me up. Hell look me up anyway. I'd like to see ya again. I've enjoyed riding with you this morning. I plan to be here at the junction for quite a while and I owe you." Bill could barely see the head of the driver from where he was standing. He still couldn't believe someone as beautiful and small as Suzie was a truck driver. She couldn't be over five feet two or three inches tall. Dripping wet he bet she didn't weigh a hundred pounds. He also couldn't believe she would pick him up and offer him a ride like she had. Most people who saw him eyed him warily and moved carefully away. 

Bill looked rough. Hell, he looked downright scary. He had spent the last four years in the Navy. When he got out instead of spending money flying home or buying a car like many did he decided to hitch hike his way across the country to his hometown. Bill saved a lot of his pay while he was in the service so he could have afforded either option. In his mind there just was no reason to hurry home and he was too cheap to purchase a ticket so he hitch hiked. Besides, everything he owned on the ship would fit nicely into his sea bag. The bag had straps to carry over his shoulders so what was the big deal? He was tough, in good shape and had nothing pressing; no big plans for the future so why not hitch and enjoy the country on his way home.

Bill was six feet one inch tall with a chest that made the ladies swoon. His biceps were as large as some men's thighs. He spent many hours working out while he was on the ship and was in top condition. His size and musculature along with his rough unkempt appearance intimidated almost everyone he came into contact with. He kept his head shaved. A razor had not touched his face since his discharge. His almost black beard was unkempt and gave him an even rougher appearance than did his overall body conformation and his dress. Over the course of his month long walk across the country Bill's clothes were worn almost to rags. The outfit he was wearing was filthy from stains and ground in dirt. Oh, he washed his clothes a time or two but hitching as he was left little chance of staying pristine clean. Many nights he slept on the ground or in roadside rest areas.

Bill closed the door on the big rig and stepped back. He raised his hand in a final wave and watched Suzie wave back. He saw her lean forward somewhat and her torso moved. With a lurch and a roar the big rig began moving, heading down the road toward her next delivery in San Diego. Gravel crunched under the wheels as the rig moved through the weed strewn parking area of the Junction Garage.

Bill watched until Suzie was lined out on the highway once again and picking up speed. She would rejoin the traffic on the interstate about five miles down the narrow two lane state highway. Finally Bill turned to survey his surroundings. He was standing in front of a large 3 bay plus office and storeroom garage. To the left under several old oak, pecan and walnut trees was a two story house. His grandfather built the house in 1926 when the original house burned. The large old house was the only home Bill knew from birth until he went into the Navy after graduating high school. He loved the large tree shaded yard surrounded by a now unkempt hedge of various flowering shrubs such as lilac, forsythia, mock orange and crepe myrtle. His grandfather, then later his father owned and operated the garage beside the house.

Bill's father had died almost two years before. Bill was the only surviving family member. His mother had been dead almost seven years. His older sister died of alcohol poisoning in her freshman year at college six years ago. The death of his mother and sister so close together was more than Bill's father could take. Like many of the older mechanics Paul Williams had liked his beer and cigarettes. When his family was torn asunder by the deaths of the female members he retreated deeper into the bottle. By the time Bill graduated high school Paul was a certified alcoholic just as his father (Bill's grandfather) before him.

Slowly Paul's health deteriorated as did his business. He never seemed to complete a repair when promised. Many times he failed to repair the vehicle left for him and the owner came to take it to a different garage. Like many old school mechanics the modern vehicles were beyond his ability to repair. He could not afford the test equipment to diagnose the problems and didn't have the ongoing training to be able to repair them. By the time he died Bill's father was only working on older vehicles and simpler farm machinery. He did a bit of welding and odd jobs. It was a mercy when he died in his sleep at age 63. The sad part was he wasn't found for three or four days after he died.

Bill returned home for the funeral. After the services he locked up the garage, cleaned out the refrigerator and freezer then closed up the old house. He fully expected it to be totally trashed when he returned. A time or two one of his few friends would write that they replaced a window for him because kids had once again broken into one of the buildings. Of course Bill sent the money to pay for the repairs.

No other work was done on the place since well before his father died. No one mowed the yards or picked up debris or fallen tree limbs. The day he returned home for the funeral Bill was shocked and saddened at the disrepair evident in his old home. By then the yard was grown up and weeds were sprouting all around the garage. He knew this was the third summer at least since any yard work was done and it was evident. His mother's carefully tended flower beds and vegetable garden were full of weeds and small trees sprouting in the fallow soil.

Bill picked up his sea bag and slowly walked toward the old house. Every step stirred dust in the hot August day. Earlier when the truck turned off the interstate to bring him home the radio announcer reported it was 103 degrees Fahrenheit. It was a typical August. No rain in sight and so dry the trees were dropping some of their leaves. The grass and weeds in poorer, thinner soil were turning brown. Bill's shirt was already wet with his sweat. Drops of sweat were running down his face.

Bill slowly walked up the two steps onto the old wooden porch that completely wrapped around the house. He fumbled at his neck and pulled his dog tag chain out of his shirt. He bent forward and inserted the key on the chain into the front door. After he unlocked the door he threw it wide open and stepped into the living room of the house. It smelled musty and stale. There was dust over everything. Bill did not cover any of the furniture when he left last time. There was trash and beer cans on the floor from the parties kids had while he was gone but there was surprisingly little damage. Some of the damage he saw Bill remembered was already there when he came home for the funeral.

Bill's eyes were drawn to the empty space in which his mother's old couch had once sat. His father was sleeping on it when he died and his decaying body ruined it before he was found. They had to burn it after his body was taken away. Bill set his sea bag down on the floor then wandered through the old house. As he went from room to room he flipped the light switches. He was pleased to find the lights worked. They should have because he called the electric coop almost a week ago to request service but he was still pleased. There was no guarantee they had been out yet or, if they had, that the circuit box's main breaker would have been on.

When Bill arrived at his old bedroom upstairs he stood in the door and looked around. He felt nostalgic and a little sad. He was home and there as no one left to share his arrival with other than his few remaining friends. They now had lives and families of their own so would have little time for Bill. Their experiences necessarily caused them to grow in different directions than Bill. He knew he grew away from his friends over the last four years because of his experiences also. Many of his old friends left for college after high school then took jobs elsewhere or went into the service as he had. The few who remained in town were friendly enough when he was back for his father's funeral but they were not as close as they once were. After all, he had been gone for years and their lives diverged.

Bill glanced into his sister's room and felt himself tensing up. It was just as she had left it the last time she was home with the exception of a box on the bed and another on her desk beside her suitcase. Bill walked to the bed and opened the box. It contained some of her clothes and personal possessions from college. He glanced at the closed suitcase on her desk and a second box beside it. Bill remembered the day he and his father returned home from picking them up. It was all the old man could do to carry her belongings into the room and drop them where they still rested. Bill and his father left and closed the door. As far as Bill knew neither of them ever opened the door again until now. The dust and dirt on the furniture and floor didn't indicate anyone's entry for quite some time anyway. He was slightly surprised since local kids appeared to have been in the house several times.

Bill turned and walked back downstairs. He walked into the Master Suite and looked around. He would sleep there from now on. He would live downstairs entirely. There was a large country kitchen, dining room, a large living room the master bedroom and two bathrooms downstairs as well as a large laundry room that doubled as pantry and utility room.

Bill walked out of the house through the kitchen. The back yard was in worse shape than was the front. One of the trees had lost several limbs at some time and they were littering the yard under it. Bill walked to the old well house and opened the door. He flicked on the light and turned to the breaker box that controlled the pump. He turned the power on and stepped back. To his delight and surprise the pump came on. He listened to the water pouring into the pressure tank from the nearly 300 foot deep well.

Bill stepped out of the well house and looked at the water faucet on the side of the house. It was spitting rusty looking water. He walked back into the house and checked all the faucets. They were spitting rusty water also. Bill moved to the kitchen faucet and removed the aerator from the spout. It was already filled with rust. He did the same in the three bathrooms. After the water was running clean and clear Bill closed the faucets and let the pressure build in the tank until the pump shut off. He moved to the breaker box and turned on the water heater. Next he checked the toilets. While he was doing that he turned the water supply off to the sink and toilet upstairs. The toilet in the master bath was leaking water from the tank to the bowl. It looked as if it needed a new flapper. Not surprising considering how long it had sat unused.

Bill's home was only a little over a mile from town but in this heat he sure dreaded having to walk into town for something to eat. He needed wheels badly but had none. His father had wrecked his old Ford Ranger pickup a few weeks before he died. Bill could see it sitting in the weeds behind the garage. Well, there was nothing for it but to take off. Bill closed the refrigerator and made sure it was operating then walked outside and locked the door into the house. 

Before he started his walk to town Bill decided to look over the garage. He first walked around the outside of the building. It was as he remembered. There were several wrecked and junked vehicles behind the garage. There were also several piles of junk metal and pieces of farm machinery that had been deemed unrepairable. Bill unlocked the garage door and entered the building. This was the first time he looked in the garage since he left for the navy. There were two broken windows but as far as he could see nothing was missing. It looked as it did the last time his father worked inside. There was wire mesh covering the windows so no one could break into the building and steal the tools and few remaining parts in the store room. To his surprise all the tools were properly stored in their racks. He would not have been surprised to find them strewn around considering his father's depression and alcoholism near the end of his life. 

Bill turned and started from the building. He stopped when he saw his old bicycle. The tires were showing cracks from age but seemed ok. He shrugged his shoulders and thought 'why not'. Bill turned on the air compressor and moved the bike near it. Surprisingly there was still some air in the tires. Bill carefully aired them up and walked the bike from the old building. He locked the door and mounted the bike.

Bill carefully rode onto the asphalt road and headed to town. He rode slowly, being careful not to hit bumps or rocks because of the old tires on the bike and for safety reasons. It only took about ten minutes to get to the grocery store near the edge of town. Bill parked his bike and went inside. He knew even with the basket on the bike and the small saddle bags that he could not purchase a lot of food. He got a gallon of milk, six pack of Newcastle Ale, eggs and breakfast meat. He also purchased some hamburger, buns and fixins along with chips, potatoes, salad fixins and some Bush's Grillin' Beans. When he finished he had seven of the little plastic grocery bags full of food.

Bill looked hilarious after he festooned his bike with the bags of food. He and his bike looked as if they were escaping from an old Abbott and Costello movie. He put the milk and beer in the basket and the eggs and some small items in the saddle bags. He put two plastic sacks on each side of the handlebars. Every time his leg made the down stroke when he pedaled his knee would hit the sacks of groceries. He was an accident waiting to happen as he pedaled home.

It took nearly twenty minutes to get home with his purchases. Bill knew he would have to do something else about transportation when he made purchases from now on. That evening after his supper Bill sat on his front porch watching or more accurately listening to the small amount of traffic on the roads. While he watched traffic and the sunset Bill made plans for the future. He had no idea what he was going to do to support himself but he knew it was going to be something local so he could live in his hereditary home. He decided the first thing he would do was clean up the place. He badly wanted it to look like it did in his memory of better times when his mother and sister were alive and the yard was pretty.

Just at dark Bill stood and walked into his house. He took a quick shower and crawled into the bed. He wasn't even sure if the sheets were clean or not. They didn't look or smell too clean and knowing his father near the end they probably weren't. He sighed. That meant another bike ride into town for laundry supplies tomorrow. He hoped the old washing machine would still work.

Bill spent the remainder of his first week home cleaning the rooms he was going to live in and beginning his work on the yard. He worked outside during the relatively cooler morning and evening. He worked inside in the air conditioned house during the heat of the day. It saddened Bill to see all the deterioration to the house. There were many things that badly needed repair but he did not have the money to take care of any but the most important items. He left the service with slightly less than $35,000 saved from his salary plus what he inherited when his father died. He had no job and no prospect of one in the immediate future. In fact he had not even begun looking seriously for work of any kind.

Of course one of the first things Bill did when he got home was file for unemployment. All returning servicemen and women could qualify. He made only the minimum attempts to obtain work because of that. The rest of the time he worked on his home and decompressed.

Transportation became more and more an issue. Many things Bill needed to purchase for the house were difficult if not impossible to haul on his bike. One morning instead of clearing brush and weeds as he normally did Bill went to look at his father's old truck. The truck had severe front end damage. His father had driven it off a "T" intersection and drove the radiator into the engine. It appeared as if the front of the frame was slightly bent also. Both front tires were blown, one had the end of the bumper driven through it. Bill opened the hood and looked at the engine. He knew it was once in great shape. Bill and his father overhauled it just before Bill went into the Navy. It looked as if it was still ok.

Bill spent the cool part of two days working on the truck outside in the weeds. He removed the fenders, hood, cab and bed stripping it down to the frame. After that was done he got an air jack to lift the front of the truck and pulled it into the shop. That was a battle in itself because the small wheels on the jack rolled poorly in the gravel of the parking lot.

The next task was removing the engine from the frame. Then out came the cutting torch and the frame was shortened, notches were cut in it and the frame rails were bent together in the front. Next the frame was boxed in to strengthen it. Bill became immersed in his project. August flowed into September. The weather was still hot and humid but Bill ignored it. He was spending money but it was mostly his unemployment. His savings were only about $1000 less than when he got home.

On Columbus Day weekend Bill opened the garage door and drove outside in his new ride. He had converted his father's old Ranger pickup into a large trike. He shortened the bed, cut the cab down to almost nothing and took the doors off. Instead of the old bucket seats Bill installed a smaller bench seat to the rear with one of the buckets in front for him to drive from. He utilized a motor cycle style handlebar to steer as was traditional. He left a windshield and solid roof on the trike. It had removable hard sides that stored in an enclosed storage compartment on the roof of his creation. It even had heating and air. Bill left the 2" receiver hitch on the rear so he could pull a trailer to haul light but larger loads. Bill even changed out the rear end to improve the fuel economy. The change in gear ratio resulted in an estimated 30 MPG now which was pretty good for a trike or a truck.

Bill caught several people's eye when he drove his candy apple red creation through town. Now he had to jump through the hoops at the license bureau to get it licensed. At least he had wheels once again and they had cost him almost nothing except labor. Some of the body work wasn't real pretty since he did the work himself but the price was right. The trike was built mostly from parts found in the scrap yard behind the garage.

Bill decided he would try to reopen his family business for his living expenses. He could weld and do mechanic work on older vehicles and machinery. He got a license to do state vehicle inspections. His homemade trike helped him get some business. Some days he had no work, others he worked a full day. He was getting by.




Bar B Que Bill



After the trike was finally legally licensed Bill began running into town several mornings a week to visit with other small business owners, farmers and neighbors. He got a few jobs that way and it helped. Besides, he enjoyed the conversation. Three weeks before Veteran's day Bill was enjoying morning coffee when the Commander of the local Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) sat at his table. After the pleasantries were out of the way Doug Sauers asked, "Bill do you still have that big BBQ Smoker your Daddy used to have?"

"Yes it's parked in the weeds behind the garage. I keep meaning to get it out and fire it up. We sure used to make some good meat in that old thing. Why?"

"Well you know every Veterans Day we have a parade and BBQ at the park. Your Dad used to bring the smoker down and do up meat for us. We've had trouble keeping up with demand the last two years since he passed away. I was wondering if you would loan it to us this year?"

"Heck yeah. In fact if ya want me to I'll do the meat up for you too. I still have Dad's old recipe for the sauce too." Bill laughed then and continued, "I'm afraid I'm like most cooks though. I did improve it a little. I guess I really don't have his old recipe I've got my new recipe that is based on his old one. Anyway I'd be happy to bring the smoker down and operate it for you."

That morning when Bill got back to his place he went straight behind the garage and hooked the grill to his trike. He pulled it under the trees beside the house and began cleaning it. Next he decided he needed to replace the tires and pack the bearings. He verified the electric motor that ran the rotisserie still worked properly also. Those tasks took two days. 

After the BBQ smoker was ready for use Bill took a day to cut hickory and wild cherry out of an old deadfall to use in the smoker. He placed the wood on the rack under the body of the cooker and was ready to go.

Bill got to the city park at 04:30 November 11 to begin getting ready to cook the meat. By 0630 he had his smoker fired up and at the proper temperature to begin cooking. They loaded half a hog and a beef hind quarter into the meat basket and began cooking. Later in the morning they would put in some half chickens and still later they would cook some hamburger patties and hot dogs. All the profit from the sales would go to the VFW.

Bill got numerous compliments on his meat. Many of the old timers told him it was way better than his father's ever was. Later that evening the smoker was fired up once more for burgers and dogs only. Bill and a few of his old friends sat around in the park and visited while they ate supper and reconnected.

Angela, Bill's last girlfriend from high school was there with her husband. So was Simone, his only other serious girlfriend, the one just before Angela. She was there with her fiancé. She was studying for her MBA now and obviously in love as was Angela. They were with two of Bill's friends and he was happy for them. At one time he felt madly in love with both of the women but that was years and miles ago. Now they were just good friends much as they were before he dated them. He could sense a slight undercurrent of distrust from their men that he tried to allay. As he became more drunk Terry, Simone's fiancé became slightly belligerent. He took exception to Bill and Simone sitting across from each other at one of the picnic tables laughing and talking about old times.

Terry walked up beside the table and glared at the two old friends. He snarled, "Well Simone are you going home with me or are you going to go back to the shack with good ole Billy here? Have I been dumped now that the Navy has arrived?"

Bill thought about ignoring his comment until Terry continued, "Fuck, I thought I knew you but I guess I didn't. I thought you wanted to make me happy and help me with my career."

Bill looked at Simone and saw the shock in her eyes. He remembered Terry was always slightly jealous and had a hot temper. He usually calmed down by the next day but he was a total pain in the ass while he was in his cups. This time Bill couldn't let it go. He stood and pushed Terry back against a nearby tree. Bill held him against the tree with his right arm while Terry tried ineffectually to hit him. Bills reach was just enough longer than Terry's that he could do nothing except hit his arm.

Bill looked at Simone who was standing beside him. There were tears running down her cheeks. She grabbed Bill's free arm and said, "Bill please don't hit him. You remember how he gets. You know he's a really nice guy when he isn't drinking. Please don't hurt him!" 

Bill never took his eyes off Terry. He said, "Oh, I won't hit him. At least I wasn't planning to hit him. He deserves to have his ass beaten within an inch of his life but I won't do it unless he hurts you Simone or he makes a big mistake and tries to take me on."

Bill turned his attention to Terry and shook him a little. He said, "Terry what's the matter with you man? We're friends and friends don't hit on friends women. Simone and I grew up as neighbors. We rode the same damn school bus. We've been friends since first grade and you know it. You also know I broke up with her before I began dating Angela. You even heard me do it and comforted her. That's how you and she got together. You know I love her like a sister or a best friend. That's all. Now get off your high horse and let it be." Bill glanced over at Simone then continued, "I don't like her the way you do Terry. Oh, sure, I'm a man and she's a beautiful woman. I look at her and dream about more but I know as long as she has you nothing will ever come of it. Heck, I hope I don't hurt her feelings here but I have to say this. I would gladly bed her if she was single but she's not man. I would much rather have her in my life as a good buddy than take a chance of messing up what we have by screwing or trying to screw her. Now calm your ass down before I do have to knock some sense into you!"

Bill pushed Terry into the tree once again then stepped back. He warily watched Terry as he staggered slightly. Simone moved to Terry and wrapped her arm around his waist. She looked at Bill and whispered, "Thank you Bill." She raised her head slightly and said in a louder voice, "We need to go now everyone. I have to get Terry into bed so he can sleep this off."

Simone looked up at Terry and said, "Come on Honey. Let's get you home."

Bill and the rest of the crowd watched Simone and Terry leave. Bill turned to the remainder of the old crowd and asked no one in particular, "Why does she put up with that asshole? He seems worse than when he was in school."

George looked at Bill and said, "He's normally not like that. I don't know what got into him tonight. Hell, I don't know what's gotten into him the last six months or a year. He's been a lot worse recently than he ever was in school. I guess he feels a little insecure with you coming home or something. We all remember how tight you and Simone were. Oh, he always shows his ass when he thinks someone is paying too much attention to Simone but usually all he does is gently pull her away from whoever they are."

"I'm worried about him. I had some sailors that acted like he does and most of them beat their women. Has she ever shown up with unexplained bruises or moved stiffly as if she was in pain."

Angela looked at her husband then the rest of the group. She licked her lips and said, "Well, there's nothing concrete. She just seems, oh, I don't know, she just doesn't act like she used to. She is more withdrawn usually and seems really anxious to be home on time. She checks in with Terry constantly. A time or two she has complained about being stiff from doing one thing or another but nothing we can say for sure Terry did to her. She just isn't the same girl you knew before you left Bill. She's been a lot different the last several months also. Do you think he is beating her or something?"

"I don't know but there's something there. Something's not right. She has a haunted look in her face I don't remember seeing before."

The little gathering broke up with that last comment. Terry and his tantrum took the pleasure out of the evening for everyone. Bill moved his trike over and hooked up his smoker then followed his friends out of the city park. When he got home he just left everything parked in his driveway. He made his way unsteadily to his bed.

Bill completed a few small jobs during the next week but nothing that would pay a lot. He had way too much time to think about Terry and Simone. He didn't know what to do about the situation or if he should even do anything. Finally he tried to just put it out of his mind.

The Monday before Thanksgiving Bill was working on his house when a black town car drove into his drive. He was scraping paint getting the exterior ready to be repainted. A tall well dressed man got out and walked up to him. Bill felt an instant dislike for the man but didn't know why.

The man stood watching while Bill climbed off the porch roof. When he stepped off the ladder the man began talking. He said, "I ate some of your BBQ at the park the other day. I'm throwing a Christmas party for my senior company managers and want you to cater it. We're having the affair on December 13th. I want to serve the meal at six that night. I don't want you to arrive before six that morning though. That should give you enough time to get the meal ready."

The man turned and started toward his car without saying anything else. Bill just stared at him in shock for a moment. He felt a surge of anger and yelled, "Who the hell do you think you are to come out here and basically order me to come to your affair and feed your managers? Hell no, I won't do it. Now get your ass off my property right now."

The man stopped and turned to look at Bill. His face showed shock then it reddened in anger. He moved back to face Bill and said, "I know you don't have a pot to piss in. I've offered you a chance to make a couple of bucks and you act all arrogant with me? Just who do you think you are anyway? You know I'm Lawrence Tate and I am the President of Tate Manufacturing. I tell you what; just to show my hearts in the right place I'll ignore your little outburst. I usually pay our caterer $2000 to feed my top managers and their guest. I expect three meats, two vegetables a salad and non alcoholic drinks for that price. The caterer is usually on premises for three hours."

Bill looked at Larry and said, "So? I told you I wasn't interested. Now get off my place asshole."

Larry looked at Bill in shock. He angrily got into his car and took off in a spray of gravel and dust. Bill angrily danced aside when some of the thrown gravel hit him. He moved toward and into his house where he grabbed a beer from his fridge. He went outside and sat on his back porch in the shade. He was so angry he was almost shaking as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He laughed to himself when he thought about the arrogance of the good Mr. Tate.

Two evenings later Bill was cleaning up after a day of painting when a familiar vehicle pulled into his drive. A very embarrassed Terry got out of the truck and walked up to Bill. He looked at Bill a moment and held his hand out to shake. He said, "Bill I'm sorry about the other night. You know how I get sometimes when I have a little too much. I didn't mean anything with it. I guess I just lost sight of who we all were there. I'm under a little pressure at work right now and I'm afraid I had too much to drink. I let my frustration out at the wrong person and I'm sorry man."

Bill shook Terry's hand then said, "No problem Terry but I think you're apologizing to the wrong person. It was Simone you really hurt there. You let her know you didn't trust her and you treated her like crap. She's a really great girl and doesn't deserve that kind of treatment."

"Yeah, I know. I am sorry and I told her so. I really need you to believe me too though."

Terry looked around and shuffled his feet. He looked everywhere but at Bill then he began almost stammering while he tried to talk. He said, "Bill my boss came out here a couple of days ago and asked you to cater a management Christmas party. He said you threw him off the place and refused to do it. Bill he is a powerful man and is used to getting what he wants. He is furious at you but he is also set on having you do the party. He sees it as a coup to provide something different and he really did love your BBQ. Can you please reconsider and cater his party?"

"Nope. Not gonna happen. I BBQ for my friends. That's all."

"Please Bill. He told me if I don't get you to do the party I'll lose my job. He's been on my case now for almost a year and if I blow this party I'll be history. Look I know we're not tight friends and we never were but if you could do this for me I would be forever grateful. Bill you know he's offering a lot of money. He's offering you almost $35 per person to do this. Hell most of the catering companies only get $20 a head for their meal. He even provides the tents for the yard and the tables and so forth. Please Bill I have to get you to agree to this. Think of the money! You can even afford to hire two or three girls to help you if you want to. I bet that's more money than you make in a month just for three hours work. Please Bill? Don't do it for Mr. Tate, do it for me and Simone."

Bill stood looking out over the parking lot. He sighed. Terry was right. That WAS a lot of money for a day's work. Sure he would only be serving for three hours but cooking the food and cleaning up would probably take at least 17 or 18 hours. Of course there was some downtime there while he waited on the smoker to do its thing.

Bill looked around some more and kicked some gravel around with his feet. Finally he looked at Larry and said, "OK Terry. You're right the money is good. I'll do this to help you out but I'm warning you if that asshole gets in my face there WILL be trouble."

That evening after Terry left Bill kicked himself for letting him talk him into doing the BBQ. He enjoyed operating the smoker especially for friends but he felt as if he had been taken advantage of this time. He resented Tate's attitude and supercilious manner. His thoughts came back to the money once again. He knew the money would come in handy. Normally when he grilled things for friends he left most of the leftovers with them. This time he would definitely bring them all home.

That evening while Terry and Bill talked Mr. Larry Tate and his two Vice Presidents were in a meeting with the wife of an employee they were considering promoting to mid management. The woman was standing between the three men. There were tears in the corners of her eyes. She was trembling while the two Vice Presidents gently kissed and nibbled her neck. While they did that they each gently fondled one of her breasts through her unbuttoned blouse. Tate had his hand under her skirt and panties. He was working his finger into her slightly damp pussy while he kissed her.

The woman pulled her head back and broke the kiss. She whimpered, "Please don't. You know I'm married. Please."

Tate stepped back slightly and looked into her eyes. He laughed and said, "Oh, yeah we know you're married. Why do you think you're here? Didn't your husband tell you that we had to fit well together before we would promote him? This is your chance to show us how well we fit together. Now relax and enjoy this. I know from talking to Howard that you are a hot momma."

The men began working on the woman once again. She stood stiffly for another moment while they fondled her intimate places. Slowly, so slowly she began to respond. She moaned and thrust her breasts toward the hands mauling them. Her lips opened and her tongue came out to meet Larry's. Larry grinned when he heard the moan and felt her pussy begin to lubricate.

The three men continued working on the woman until she had an orgasm. Her knees gave way and they lowered her to the floor. The men began taking off her clothing while they continued to fondle her and kiss her. When she was completely naked the men all disrobed also. The two VP's began sucking her nipples while Larry crawled between her splayed legs and began eating her dripping pussy.

The woman began moaning and writhing thrusting her pussy upward into Larry's mouth and her breasts upward to the mouths biting and sucking on them. All at once she let out a guttural scream and slammed her hips upward. She grabbed Larry's head and pulled him to her crotch. Larry broke loose and moved over her. She was still thrusting her hips upward in the throes of her orgasm when he notched his cock into her cunt. He slammed his hips downward and slid his hard cock all the way into her in one thrust. She screamed once again and her legs came up around him. She locked her heels together and began thrusting at him again. Her orgasm rose to an even higher crescendo. 

While the woman was still Cumming on him Larry rolled them over never withdrawing from her pussy. He looked at the two men who now had nothing to do and said, "One of you get your cock into her pussy beside mine. Let's keep this bitch Cumming as long as we can."

The man with the longest cock quickly moved behind the woman and placed his cock beside Larry's. He pushed and the woman grunted and moved forward trying to get away from the potential invader. The man grabbed her hips and pulled them backward as he pressed his cock forward once again his cock bent slightly then with an almost audible pop it surged into her pussy beside Larry's. The woman raised her head and tried to raise her torso. Larry held her down and smiled when he saw her eyes open widely. Her mouth dropped open and she screamed.

Larry held the woman with his arms on her back just below her extended arms. The third man moved so he could grab and maul her breasts. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He alternated rolling, pinching and pulling on her already inflamed nipples while Larry and the other man began thrusting and withdrawing from her pussy.

The woman moaned. Her eyes got even larger and she began moving her hips, working them, rolling them, thrusting back against the two invading cocks. All at once her whole body stiffened. She screamed once again. Her hips began a mad thrusting and circling motion. Her pussy clamped down on the invading cocks and she gushed liquid. She collapsed onto Larry out cold from the intensity of her orgasm. Larry and his friend continued to work their cocks into her until they came. When they finished they rolled her onto her back and the third man inserted his cock into her. He just gently moved and held it there until she regained consciousness then he began slowly withdrawing it then slamming into her as hard and deep as he could. Within a minute or two she was once again thrusting her pelvis up to meet his down strokes as yet another orgasm built in her center.

For the next six hours the three men took turns fucking the woman. They took her in all her holes multiple times. Several times she had all three of her holes plugged at once. Each man came in each of her holes twice. After the last time they allowed her to put on her outer clothes without cleaning herself. Larry led her to his car. He drove her to her house and walked her to the door. He rang the bell and left her standing there.

Larry watched from his car grinning when her husband opened the door and saw his wife standing there. He bent slightly forward and looked as if he was physically ill. The woman stood looking at him and began shaking as she cried. He gently reached out and pulled her into his embrace. Larry started his car and watched the man look over at him. He tooted the horn twice, grinned widely waved and backed from the driveway. Damn he loved breaking in a new company slut and her cuckold. Even after almost eight hours of sex he felt his cock harden again.




Bar B Que Bill



Bill spent the next morning planning out his menu and computing the amount of food he needed to purchase and prepare. He decided on pork, beef and chicken for the meat. He would provide potato salad, grillin' beans, coleslaw, bread, bottled water, iced tea, coke, Pepsi and sprite. He would limit the soft drinks by offering one selection with each plate. The other drinks would be self serve.

The next time Bill went to the coffee shop he asked his favorite waitress, Beth Anne, if she would help him with the meal. He offered her $250 to help him prepare, serve and clean up. Beth Anne grinned at Bill and said, "You gotta be kidding me here Bill. Hell for that money you could get screwed along with everything else. Hell yeah I'll help ya."

A few minutes later Beth Anne came back to Bill's table and sat down. She said, "It's all fixed up. I don't have to come in here that day. What time do ya want me and where do ya want me stud?" Beth then looked sort of worried and continued talking. She said, "Uh Bill I was just kidding about uh screwing ya know? I'm real excited about helpin' ya with the meal but I won't screw ya even for that money."

Bill smiled at Beth and said, "Beth I knew that. Don't worry. All I want is your help. I see you working here. You always work hard and you're pleasant. I need that." Bill looked around then leaned toward Beth, lowered his voice and continued, "Besides, I can't EVER let the rumor get around that I have to pay for pussy. Something like that would totally RUIN my reputation!"

Beth looked at Bill in shock for a minute then she laughed loudly and slapped his shoulder. "Asshole. It isn't YOUR reputation I'm worried about. Besides, take it from me. You play your cards right and you can get all the pussy you want from a lot of the girls around here for free. Now I gotta get back to work stud."

A week before the party Bill called Terry and told him he needed to see the location he was to set up and serve in. Terry stammered and stuttered for a moment then he said, "Uh Bill I don't know if I can help you there. Mr. Tate likes his privacy you know? He has a twelve foot high fence around his estate and no one gets in without an invitation and a damn good reason."

"Well you tell him if I don't get in today he can just forget about me doing this gig. I need to see what I have to work with and plan my setup. It shouldn't take an hour or so but I need to see it now before I begin making final preparations."

"I'll have to call you back Bill. I don't know when I can get back to you. Mr. Tate usually doesn't take calls from low level people like me."

It was almost five p.m. before Terry called Bill back. He seemed to be on a hair trigger. His voice was breaking up as he talked to Bill. He said, "Mr. Tate agreed to let you see the location this evening. He said he would be home about six thirty and could spare you thirty minutes. That's the best I could do Bill. Sorry."

Bill felt anger but admitted it was mostly at himself. He knew Tate was an asshole but he wanted his money. He decided he would ask for half the fee up front. At least that way he would not be out of pocket on expenses if he never got any further pay." 

That evening Bill was at Tate's front gate exactly at six thirty p.m. He rang the buzzer and a woman answered. Bill introduced himself and told her why he was there. She seemed flustered but said, "My husband isn't home yet. I don't know anything about this. I'm sorry but you will have to wait."

Bill sat in his trike until 6:45 p.m. Tate was still not home. He started his trike and started to back out of the drive to return home when Tate's car pulled into the driveway behind him. Tate opened the window. His voice sounded almost angry when he asked, "Where were you going?"

"Our appointment was for six thirty. You are fifteen minutes late. I was leaving." 

Tate looked incredulous. He shouted, "YOU WHAT! I told you to wait, that I would be home and would show you the place." Tate reached up to his sun visor and pushed a button. The gate slowly slid open and he motioned Bill forward.

Bill glared at Tate for a moment then reluctantly moved down the driveway and stopped to one side of a large four car garage. Tate pulled up in front of one of the garage bays and got out of his car. Bill looked toward the car and jerked with shock. There was a naked woman in the front seat. She was leaning on the passenger door, legs splayed. It looked as if she had cum draining from her pussy. Her nipples were red, engorged and there were obvious bite marks on her thighs and breasts. When she saw Bill looking at her she blushed and ducked her head. 

When Mr. Tate saw Bill looking at the woman he moved between him and the car door. He leaned down into the car and said, "I have to take care of this. We'll play more later. Wait in the bedroom."

Larry slammed the car door and turned to Bill. He glared at Bill and said, "Good looking little slut isn't she? If I ever hear you talked about seeing her there will be hell to pay." He smiled then and continued, "On the other hand if you play your cards right this weekend you might get some pussy before you leave. Come on now. I don't have all night. I have a couple of managers coming over later."

Bill and Larry walked between the house and the garage into the back yard. There was a beautiful pool and hot tub. The landscaping was immaculate. To the side there was a large grassy area under some trees. Larry walked toward that area and said, "You can set up here. Power's over there. If you need it there is a water faucet. I'll have tents over there and several trash cans scattered around. You happy now?"

Bill walked around surveying the area for a few moments. He planned out his serving line and how he would get his trike and smoker into the area. Finally he said, "Yeah, I think I can work with this. Now how do I get in? You going to leave the gate open for me or what? I won't just set out there waiting on you to get around to letting me in that morning."

Larry glared at Bill a moment then pulled a card from his pocket. He wrote on the back of it and handed it to Bill. He said, "Punch that code into the keypad. I will reprogram the gate the night before to open to that code. It will be good for that day only in case you have to leave or something. Under no circumstances will you enter the house or any of the buildings. If you forget something or need anything else you have to go get it on your own. We clear? I don't want you bothering my wife for any reason."

Bill pressed his lips together. Ole Tate sure was an easy man to dislike. He said, "Yeah, we're clear. Now let's talk money. I want half the fee now to purchase supplies with. I want the remainder before I begin serving that night. Are we clear on that?"

"Bullshit. You'll be paid in our normal payment cycle like any other vendor. We normally pay within thirty days of receiving an invoice."

Bill looked at Tate, smiled and turned to leave. He said, "Well forget it then. I won't lay out that kind of money and take a chance of getting stiffed on the fee for something I didn't want to do in the first place. My family has always either had the organization we cook for purchase all the supplies and furnish them or pay in advance. You're no different. I guess you'll have to find someone else."

Larry watched Bill walk away. His face was red from his suppressed anger. Just before Bill walked around the corner of the garage Larry yelled, "Ok asshole. You win. Wait a minute and I'll give you your money. If you fuck with me it'll be the last mistake you make in this town though."

Bill was prepared to take a check. To his surprise Mr. Tate walked up to him and reached into his suit pocket. He pulled a thick truckers wallet from his pocket and counted out ten $100 bills. Bill counted them once again and smiled slightly at Tate's suppressed anger when he did so. Bill reached into his trike and pulled a piece of paper from the storage box under his seat. He signed two copies and handed them to Mr. Tate. He said, "Here is a signed receipt for the deposit and a written explanation of what I am to supply for this party. You will notice the line where it says you will provide everything except what I have listed as my responsibility. Also notice it says I will not serve anything until you have paid the balance due me. If you will sign my copy now and return it to me I will leave you to your other business."

"You son of a bitch. If I could find someone else this late I'd fire your arrogant ass." Mr. Tate scribbled his signature on the form and thrust it at Bill. 

Bill took the form and said, "Thank you. I'll see you Friday."

The next morning Bill was still angry when he went into the café. Beth noticed he seemed out of sorts and asked him what was wrong on one of her trips past his table. "Oh, I had a little run in with the good Mr. Tate yesterday evening. That man is a total asshole. I'll NEVER get involved with him again. You wouldn't believe last night if I told you."

Beth looked at Bill. She glanced around at her customers then sat in a chair beside Bill. She said, "I expect I would believe everything you told me Bill. There are rumors about Mr. Tate and his managers. None of them are good either. He treats his wife like shit. She never gets to go anywhere alone and I've heard he controls her badly."

"Yeah, she wouldn't even let me into the yard to see the location until he got home last night. She sounded almost scared to be talking to me."

"I'm not surprised. I hear he and his managers are real pussy hounds too. There have been a couple of divorces over there and several men who lost their jobs soon after they got promoted into upper management. Rumors are that good ole Tate hits on all his managers wives and girlfriends. I don't know."

Bill looked embarrassed and told Beth about the woman he saw in Larry's car the night before.

She looked shocked and put her hand over her mouth. She said, "Oh my God. Did you know her?"

Bill shook his head no. "I've not seen her that I know of but she looked sort of familiar too. Why?"

My brother works over there. He, Terry Parker and a couple of other men are being considered for promotion to upper management. That's part of what this Christmas party is about. Sam said his wife Carrie was supposed to be in a meeting with Mr. Tate and his two top VP's last night. He was upset when we talked. He said they didn't ask if they could meet with her, they just ORDERED him to be sure she was available to meet with Larry. He said Mr. Tate told him before he was seriously considered for promotion they had to know they were a good fit with his wife.

"Oh, GOD. I hope that wasn't Carrie you saw in that car. That would just kill Sam."

A couple of days later Beth sat at Bills table to finalize plans for the party. She seemed happier than she was the last time they talked. He asked her why she was so upbeat that morning. She smiled and said, "I talked to my brother Sam yesterday morning. He wanted me to watch his kids after school. His wife Carrie fell the day before yesterday and had to go to the emergency room. I'm just so happy that wasn't her you saw in Mr. Tate's car is all. Sam still acts strange but I can't pin him down about what's bothering him. At least it wasn't Carrie you saw. That has to be a good thing."

Beth looked shocked then she said, "Oh! Maybe she's already been with Mr. Tate and his managers. Oh, damn. Maybe that's what's bothering him. I can't believe she would do anything wrong though."

"Well I guess you'll find out sometime. I hope she hasn't though. I can imagine how he would feel if that happened." They finished discussing their business then and made arrangements to meet at Tate's place early Friday morning.

Surprisingly after the acrimony involved in setting up the party Bill found no problems the day he served. His code worked perfectly when he drove up that morning. He did notice a curtain pull aside upstairs and Mr. Tate looked out at him but he had no contact with him. Bill and Beth immediately began working on the meal prep. The trailer had cabinets for dry goods and two cooler bays for meat and other perishables. They brought tables to work on and chairs to sit in so were set up and working before seven that morning.

About five thirty that evening Mr. Tate showed up with the rest of the money. Before he paid Bill he insisted on sampling all the dishes however. After his sample he smiled and patted Bill on the back. He complimented him on the taste then handed him the money. He did demand a receipt then just turned and started to leave. He hesitated a moment when he saw Beth. He undressed her with his eyes and started toward her. She saw him and moved behind the smoker. Larry's eyes tightened slightly then he shrugged and walked away.

For the next thirty minutes people arrived and milled around the bar set up in the patio between the house and the pool. Beth and Bill watched them. Bill was glad he was wearing an apron. All the women were absolutely gorgeous and wore almost nothing. Several times he saw Beth Anne glaring at a woman. Once he heard her gasp loudly.

At exactly six p.m. without even asking if Bill was ready to serve Larry Tate stood and announced the meal. He said, "Attention everyone. Supper is served. You may pick up the meals at the serving line. We'll eat at the tables under the tent."

Bill watched in surprise as all the men moved over to the tent and took seats at the tables provided. The women who were with them moved immediately toward the serving line. When they got there he watched them rearrange in some sort of order before starting through the line. When he saw them he became instantly steel hard. Even with his apron it was obvious he had an erection. Three or four of the women blushed deeply. Almost all of them refused to meet Bill's and Beth Anne's eyes. The fifth woman through the line moved to the serving position before Bill. He was serving the meat. 

When that woman came into sight he heard Beth Anne gasp loudly and glare at her. When she stood in front of Beth Anne the woman whispered, "Please don't say anything Beth. I have to be here. I'm sorry."

The second from the last woman through the line was Simone. She couldn't look Bill in the eye when he served her the meat. Bill said, "Simone what the hell are you doing here? What's going on anyway?"

Simone kept her head down and whispered, "Bill I know this looks bad but I have to be here. I'm sorry. I'll call you later. Please just leave me alone for now. Please Bill."

In spite of his disappointment with Simone Bill felt his cock harden when he saw her up close. He wasn't going to answer Simone. He looked at her sharply then just before she moved away he let some of his emotion vent. He said quietly, "I can't believe you have stooped to something like this Simone."

Simone looked up sharply when Bill said that. She saw the disgust in his eyes and felt her world crumble. She almost stumbled and fell when she moved on to where Beth Anne was serving the remainder of the food items. She left the serving line with her shoulders slumped. Bill thought he saw tears coursing down her cheeks. 

Bill expected the women to take the food they picked up back to their table and begin eating then the men would go through the line. To his surprise each woman took the filled plate to a man and served him. Some of the women stood for a moment beside a man after delivering the food. It looked as if some of the men fondled the woman delivering the food. The women who stood beside the men after delivering the plate of food stood with her legs spread slightly. Some of them bit their lips while the men ran their hands under their short skirts. Bill was sure a few of them had orgasms before they began returning to the serving line. 

Bill paid close attention to Simone when she delivered the food to her man. Her face was set in a grimace and she stood stiffly. At least her legs were still together. After just a moment with his hand under her skirt the man seemingly pushed her away in disgust. Simone moved back toward the serving line slowly.

This time through the line the women filled another plate and returned to the tables. Simone again didn't look at Bill. This time Bill didn't speak to Simone. Just before she moved away she said quietly, "Bill just trust me please?" 

Each woman sat beside the man they had previously served. While they were eating the men talked and laughed with each other. Occasionally they said something to one of the women. Bill thought he saw some fondling going on. Any time one of the men wanted something from the line the woman with him came for it.

While they were waiting at the serving line Bill and Beth talked. He recognized three of the women when they came through the line. What surprised him—well ONE of the things that surprised him—was the women. All the women had on wedding rings except for Simone. She, of course had on her engagement ring. Two of the three women he recognized were not sitting with their husbands. In fact he did not even see their husbands in attendance. 

The more Bill saw and thought about things going on at this party the more furious he became. He was hurt. It was all he could do not to go over and pull Simone away from the asshole with her. It was obvious she was unhappy and resisting his attentions. 

Beth Anne told Bill she recognized five women who were married. Only two of their husbands were at the meeting. 

As the evening wore on the debauchery became worse. All the women in attendance wore expensive sexy dresses more suited for dances and indoor cocktail parties than they were for an outdoor bar b Que. By the time Bill and Beth were allowed to pack up and depart several of the women looked slightly used.

Just before Bill got into his trike he heard and saw a commotion near the head table. It was Simone. Larry and one of the other men were with her. He couldn't make out what they were saying but it was obvious none of them were happy with the conversation. Simone was being herded toward the house. She would try to maneuver around Larry and now two men pushing her that direction only to have them get between her and the group once again. Bill was almost ready to go intervene for Simone. Finally Larry raised his voice and said, "Listen Slut. You knew why you were invited to this party. Now you either get with the program or get your ass out of here." He smiled and continued, "And you know what'll happen if you leave."

Tate was obviously angry. His face was contorted and red. He watched Simone a moment while she again evaded the men's attempts to lead her into the house. Tate spoke too loudly when he said, "I'm sick of this crap. Get your ass out of here. Betty it's time for your interview."

One of the other women who had blushed when Bill looked at her slowly rose from the table. She moved toward Tate and the two other men reluctantly and hesitantly. She was biting her lower lip as she moved forward. Her dress was rumpled and not hanging correctly. Everyone could see her unrestrained breasts bouncing while she walked.

When she arrived at where Tate was standing he smiled a sick smile and quickly pulled her to his side. He led her into the house with the two men following smiling. Slowly the noise level increased as the partiers returned to their conversations and drinks. No one except a few of the women paid any attention to the four people who had already disappeared into the house.

Simone ran toward Bill holding her dress closed. When she got to him she was crying. Bill saw the bodice of her dress was torn. Simone wrapped her arms around him and said, "Bill will you please take me home when you leave? Please? I have to get out of here."

Bill started to ask what was going on. Simone shook her head no then said, "Later Bill. I promise I'll tell you all about it later. Just please get me out of here now. Please?"




Bar B Que Bill



"Ok. Why don't you sit in the trike while Beth and I finish up here? We won't be much longer."

Beth Anne led off driving her small truck. Bill slowly followed her with his trike pulling the smoker. When they went between the garage and house he looked into a lighted window. He saw the woman Larry had guided into the house. She was standing between Larry in the front and the two men behind. She was nude already. Larry was kissing her with his hand in her crotch. The two men were nibbling her neck and rolling her nipples between their thumb and forefinger. Her head was thrown back and to the side while she kissed one of the men. Just before Bill drove out of sight she collapsed downward. Bill shook his head in disgust and drove on.

After they were on the road home Simone sat in the passenger seat crying. Bill detoured by Simone and Terry's little house to take her home before he went back to his place. Beth had the keys to his house so she drove her truck straight there and began working on some of the things in the truck that needed cleaning. He figured there were at least two or three hours of cleanup work to do before the day would be over. There were several pounds of leftover meat and fixins to get into a refrigerator also.

When Bill pulled up in front of Simone's little house he saw the curtains move in the front window. Simone was halfway to the house when Terry opened the door and came outside to meet her. He looked at her and frowned then said, "What are you doing home Simone? I thought you were spending time getting to know Mr. Tate and the senior managers tonight. Did everything go ok? Does he think you're a good fit?" Terry glared at Bill and continued, "Why are you with Bill instead of Mr. Tate?"

Simone glared at Terry and moved past him to enter the house. Terry looked at Bill then turned and rapidly followed her into the house. Bill thought about trying to get inside to make sure Simone was ok but then decided she was Terry's fiancé and he could handle the task. He reluctantly started his trike and returned to his home for the cleanup.

Terry slammed through the door into his house. He opened it so violently that it slammed into an interior wall and put a hole in the drywall. Simone was not in the living room. He checked the kitchen and she was not there either. He stormed down the hallway to their bedroom and found her already undressed and in the shower. He pulled the shower door open and yelled, "Simone? What the hell happened? Why are you here and why did you come home with Bill?"

Simone jumped when the shower door crashed open. Terry opened it so hard it jumped off the tracks. She looked at the angry face glaring at her and said, "It was horrible Terry. That little dress you insisted I wear didn't hide anything and when he found out I had panties on he actually held me down and tore them off. My God all the women there were dressed like sluts. I know you told me they would probably get pretty wild but they fondled me and the other women! There were a lot of married women there and several of them weren't with their husbands. Before we finished our meal I'm sure three of the women were taken inside and screwed. Two of them had at least three men do them. After the meal Mr. Tate asked if I was ready for my interview. He and the two top VP's tried to get me to go into the house with them. About halfway there they began telling me what they were going to do to me. Terry they planned on having sex with me. I told them there was no way I would do that. Mr. Tate got angry and told me to get my ass off his property in that case so Bill brought me home."

Terry looked at Simone in anger. Without thinking he grabbed her and pulled her from the shower. He back handed her across the face and pushed her away from him. She fell against the bathroom vanity. He was so angry his voice was breaking when he said, "JESUS. You stupid damn bitch! What the hell's wrong with you? I told you how important this interview was. I told you to be agreeable and make sure you made Mr. Tate and the Manager's happy. I TOLD you to fuck them if you had to. How could you be so damn stupid? This was our ONLY chance! You totally fucked up the interview. I'll never get the promotion now. I'll be lucky if I'm not fired. I told you for the last nine months that mid and lower management's wives HAVE to please upper management. I told you that the wives contribution is as important or more important than the husbands when he gets to this level in our company. FUCK. Can't you do anything right? Damn, now I have to call him and beg for another chance. If I get one you damn well better not fuck it up."

Simone was crying and cowering away from Terry while he ranted. When he stopped talking she said, "I thought you were only joking about screwing them Terry. My God. How could you even think I would do something like that?"

Terry glowered at Simone and stomped off. He found his cell phone and tried to call Mr. Tate. He got no answer. Over the weekend Terry called Mr. Tate's home and cell repeatedly. He got no answer. He was almost sick Monday morning when he went to work.

That Friday evening after Bill left Simone at her home he returned to his place. He and Beth spent over three hours cleaning the smoker and the pots and pans they used to serve the meal. They also consolidated the leftover food into as few containers as possible. They barely had room to put it all in the cool. In fact they stored some of it in the coolers built into the smoker trailer as well as in Bill's home refrigerator and freezer.

When they finished it was a little after midnight. Bill grabbed two beers from his refrigerator, handed one to Beth and walked onto his back porch. He collapsed into a chair and took a deep swallow of his beer. He looked over at Beth and said, "Damn that was a lot more work than I remembered it being. If the money hadn't been so good I wouldn't have let him talk me into it but damn." Bill laughed and continued, "I made way too much food though. Now I'm going to eat BBQ until I'm sick of it. You need to take some home too by the way."

Beth Anne sat and sipped her beer then said, "I really don't need any more food in the house. Why don't you take the smoker and the leftover food to town tomorrow and set up in the farmer's market? I bet you could sell it pretty fast there."

Bill looked at her and smiled. He said, "I bet I could and I would get paid twice for it too. That would serve that asshole right. You want to help again?"

Beth laughed and said, "Oh, hell no! I have the morning shift tomorrow at the café. I can't do both jobs at once. Speaking of which, I really have to go Bill. I'll be lucky to get four hours of sleep now as it is."

As soon as Beth left Bill went inside and collapsed into his bed after a quick shower. The next morning he got up about eight. After a quick breakfast he built a fire in his smoker then began carrying all the food from the night before back out and loaded it into the smoker and trailer. He put the meat and beans in the smoker to begin warming. After everything was loaded Bill climbed onto his trike and took off for town and the Farmer's Market.

On the way to the market Bill stopped and purchased more sodas, paper plates and plastic utensils. He set up near the middle of the area set aside for the farmer's market and began laying out his serving line. To his surprise he began selling sandwiches and plate lunches as soon as he put his open sign out about 10:45 a.m. By 12:30 Bill was sold out and he was another $1000.00 better off. He was amazed at the response to his setup. Bills profit after expenses that weekend came to a little over $2500.00. 

Monday morning when Terry walked into his office the receptionist looked at him and said, "Oh, Mr. Parker. Mr. Tate wants you to go straight to his office as soon as you get here. He said to be sure you went straight there and didn't stop in your office or anywhere else."

Terry felt his stomach lurch. Now he wished he hadn't eaten breakfast or drank any coffee this morning. When he got to Mr. Tate's office his PA looked at him. She seemed very somber. She said, "Go in please Mr. Parker. Mr. Tate is waiting on you."

Terry walked into the office. Tate glared at him and said in a cold voice, "Close the door." The two Executive VP's were sitting in chairs watching him. All three senior managers had angry looks on their faces. 

Mr. Tate stared at Terry for a moment then said, "You are a total and complete fuck up aren't you? I give you two simple tasks to accomplish for our party and you totally fuck one up and do a piss poor job on the other. That damn Bar B Q Bill demanded payment in advance for God's sake and treated me like shit. We had to beg him to even do the meal. He should have been begging US for the privilege. You couldn't even get your slut to participate in the interview either. I wonder if you're even competent to do the job you have. I know you're not competent to be in management. Jones is getting the promotion. You're on probation until I decide what to do with you. Now get out of here."

"Please Mr. Tate. I know things didn't go well Friday evening but you have to give me another chance. You know I can be an asset to the company. Please Sir. I'll get her to come back. You'll see. She'll do better next time. She's really a people person. I don't know why she didn't get along at the party. She just didn't understand..."

"So what? Whose job was it to make sure she DID understand? Like I said, you are a total and complete fuck up. Shit." Tate looked at the two Executive VP's and raised his eyebrows. Both of them made a fist with their thumbs extended. They motioned the thumb toward the outside of the building. Tate nodded his head then continued speaking to Terry. He said, "Forget it. You're fired. Clean out your desk and be out of the building by 9 a.m."

"NO. Please Mr. Tate. I need this job. I can do it. I know I can."

Tate glared at the sniveling man before him and said, "Get out." He leaned forward and keyed his intercom then said, "Send Jones in."

Terry turned and left the office a beaten man. His anger was roiling. That DAMN bitch. She got him fired. Damn her. Terry drove from his office straight to the University Simone attended. He had attended the same University and knew the campus well. He was waiting on her when she exited the building after her 9 a.m. class. She didn't see him until he grabbed her arm and jerked her off the sidewalk beside him.

Terry jerked Simone hard enough she dropped her books. She screamed when she felt the jerk. When she saw Terry's angry face she gasped and tried to pull away even harder than she had been. He roughly pushed her back against a tree. He yelled, "You damn stupid bitch. You got me fired this morning. I told you and told you that you absolutely HAD to treat Mr. Tate well and agree with anything he said but did you? Oh, HELL no. You had to be a miss goody two shoes. You cost me a promotion that would have almost DOUBLED my pay AND cost me my piddling little job to boot. FUCK."

Terry gave Simone another backhand to the same cheek he hit Friday night in the shower. This time she fell to the ground. He walked up and started to kick her when he was hit with a flying tackle from the side. He and the young man who tackled him fell to the ground. Terry hit his head on the concrete bench under the tree he and Simone were beside.

The man who tackled Terry rose slowly. He and another young man rolled Terry onto his stomach. Each pulled an arm around his back and pushed them upward. Every time Terry tried to move they pushed the arms higher causing intense pain. Three young women were clustered on the ground around Simone. Simone was groggy. Her clothes were stained with mud and she was crying. Within five minutes Campus Security arrived and cuffed Terry. The city police were on the way. When they saw Simone's condition they called an ambulance for her.

Later in the hospital the police interviewed Simone. She told them that she and Terry argued Friday night about her actions at a company party. She also explained he was angry again Monday because he was fired due to her actions at the party. She agreed to press charges on Terry. Simone's parents arrived at her room in time to hear the end of her statement to the police. They spent the rest of the morning with her. Finally the doctors decided she could return home. She refused to return to the house she shared with Terry so her parents took her to their home. After she moved in with Terry Simone's parents sold their house and moved into senior housing. They had nowhere for her to stay now except the couch in the living room.

Tuesday morning Bill was in the coffee shop. Beth Anne told him what happened to Simone on Monday. On his way back home he went to her parent's home to see her. She was moving better but still in considerable pain from her bruises. The whole side of her face and both eyes were black from bruises. When he saw her Bill felt a burning surge of anger. Simone saw his face and quickly reached out to hold his forearm gently. She said, "Bill calm down. He's in jail and I'm going to push this all the way. The prosecuting attorney thinks he will get some time out of this. Apparently when he was in college he did something similar to a couple of women there. He got a suspended sentence then so now he is a repeat offender. Somehow he managed to keep that information from getting back here to town and no one knew about it or I would have never have been with him in the first place. I'm fine Bill, really. Now just calm down."

Bill pulled Simone to his chest and gave her a gentle hug while his hands rubbed up and down her back. He gently kissed her on the top of her head. Simone smiled and relaxed into his embrace. After the greeting the two friends walked into the kitchen for coffee and conversation.

Bill looked at Simone and said, "So what now Simone? You're done with him I suppose. Where are you going to live? Your parents sure don't have room for you here." 

Simone sighed and said, "I really don't know. I have one more semester of college to get my MBA. I really want to finish. I hope I can get into student housing in January. My piddling little part time job doesn't pay enough for me to rent a place even if I could find a decent one. I've spent almost all my grant and loan money for this semester so I'm pretty much out of luck unless I can find someone to live with."

Bill looked at her with a thoughtful expression then said, "Simone I have three bedrooms and a nice sitting area upstairs. You could use one of the bedrooms and study in the sitting area. There's even a small bathroom up there."

"OH, I couldn't. What would people think?"

Bill laughed and said, "Hell, who would know? And so what? I mean you could tell them you are renting the room. It's no different than if you stayed in some other place really. Hell, you lived with Terry. What did they say then?"

"That's different. We WERE engaged. You and I aren't."

"Look Simone. We're friends. I want to help and I can. It's a little rickety but there is an outside stairway to the upper deck we put in for a fire escape. Hell, I can put a lock on the inside stairway door if you want me to and then you can use the outside entrance if it bothers you."

"I can't afford to pay much Bill. I really am almost broke. I can owe you the balance if you trust me though. If that's ok with you I'll do it."

"Fine. Come on. Let's go get your things and get you moved. And you won't owe me anything. I'm not using the upstairs at all and I'm sure you won't use enough electricity to break me up."

Bill and Simone headed to the house she shared with Terry. They loaded her car and his trike with her belongings. They managed to get everything she wanted to take in one trip. Simone spent the rest of that day and all of the next getting settled in. She cleaned the entire upstairs because Bill had not done it when he moved in. After that she put her belongings away. Late on Wednesday Simone came downstairs to find Bill relaxing on the patio. She got a glass of iced tea and joined him.

Simone leaned back in her chair and sighed. She said, "Damn I'm glad that's finished. I hate cleaning and moving. I hope I haven't missed too much in my classes." Bill and Simone sat in companionable silence for several minutes while they sipped their drinks. Finally Simone said, "If you don't mind I think I'll try to find enough money to buy a small refrigerator and microwave for upstairs. I think I can get by making my food that way."

"Simone you don't have to do that. You are welcome to use my kitchen any time you want. If we have the same things you can put your name on them. No, better yet, I'll empty a shelf in the refrigerator for you to use and another one in the cabinet for you to use for canned items. You can use my dishes and so forth."

"Oh, Bill I couldn't do that. I can make do with the microwave and small refrigerator if you don't mind me putting them upstairs."

Simone returned to her classes on Thursday. While she was gone Bill got a phone call from the city office. They wanted to know if he was going to need a spot for his smoker that Saturday for the Farmer's Market. Bill didn't even think about the matter. He just said yes. After the phone call he sat down and figured up what he needed to purchase for the weekend trade. While he was in town making his purchases for the weekend he picked up a small microwave and refrigerator at Wal-Mart for Simone.

When Bill got home he first put away his cold items then went upstairs and set up the microwave and refrigerator for Simone. When she got home he was already working on his plans for the weekend and beginning the early preparation work. Bill made his own potato salad and coleslaw. Simone said hello and went upstairs to change and begin studying. Bill smiled when he heard her surprised outburst upon seeing the new furniture.

Simone came running downstairs and into the kitchen. She ran up to Bill, hugged him then gave him a fast kiss. She bounced back and said, "Thank you for the microwave and refrigerator Bill. I appreciate them a lot. How much do I owe you? Can I make payments or do you need the money now?"

"Simone you don't owe me anything. They didn't cost that much and when you're done with them I thought I would move them out to the shop so I can use them there." Simone moved into Bill once again and hugged him then placed a final gentle kiss on his lips. He felt his cock stirring. Damn it had been way too long since he got any pussy.

Simone looked up at Bill then and said, "Yes Bill I do owe you for them. If you won't let me pay for them then I'll have to find some other way to reimburse you for them."

Saturday morning Bill arrived at his assigned Farmer's Market location about six thirty a.m. His first act after arriving was beginning to cook the meat. After the meat was cooking Bill began making the coleslaw and baked beans. Soon good smells began wafting over the assembled booths and customers. About 11:00 a.m. Bill began selling his meals. He once again sold out before one p.m. This time he made over $1200 profit even purchasing the items he used for the meal. This was to be the last market of the year. They would begin again the next May first and Bill pre reserved his spot. The two markets Bill attended in December were more for holiday items than actual farm goods although a lot of imported vegetables and fruits were sold those days. There was a very respectable crowd both days. The few other vendors Bill visited with all told him the summer crowds were even larger than those he saw the two times he was at the market.

After his two trips to the Farmer's Market with his smoker Bill received several phone calls wanting to know if he would prepare meats and fixins for people to purchase and take home. Many wanted them for their New Year's celebration. He received so many calls that he began taking orders and preparing the items on order with a three day lead time. Before the winter was over Bill found himself making about $500 a week profit from his BBQ smoker. He stopped even thinking about finding a job in town. Bill began to get requests for a place to eat lunches at his place. After many requests Bill finally cleaned up the office area of the garage and put in some tables. He purchased a commercial cooler to store food and drinks in and found himself in business. 




Bar B Que Bill



One day in early March Bill went to the café for morning coffee. Many of the normal customers were deep in conversation and Beth Anne was beaming. Bill asked her what the excitement was all about and she stopped in shock. She returned to his table and sat beside him. She said, "I can't believe you haven't heard Bill. Yesterday afternoon and evening the FBI and State Police arrested Larry Tate and all ten of his senior managers for several offenses. They allegedly were evading taxes, engaging in blackmail of women for sex, committing sexual harassment of almost all the women employed in their office and several other offenses. I'm surprised Simone didn't tell you. From what I hear she and Carrie were two of the women who provided much of the initial information to the police. Carrie wore a wire for almost six months gathering evidence! Sam is so proud of her! Bill those assholes forced all of the mid manager's wives into prostitution to save the husband's jobs! No one was promoted to mid management unless the upper management was screwing their wives. A few of the men supposedly knew about it but I understand there are going to be several divorces over this also. I know four of the women have already been kicked out of their homes by their husbands. This is the biggest thing to hit Centerton in years!"

That evening after Simone got home Bill caught her and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and looked down into her face. Bill asked, "I hear you've been hiding things from me woman. I heard in the coffee shop this morning that you and Carrie were involved in the Blodgett company arrests up to your pretty little eyes too. I'm proud of you. I'm glad ole Tate is going to get what's coming to him."

Simone's eyes glistened and she smiled then said, "Thank you Bill. I just wish Terry felt the same way. I still can't believe he wanted me to get involved in that whole mess. I thought he loved me but now I think all I was to him was a pussy he could use to get his promotion. Every time I see him in town he still makes some disgusting comment to me about how I fucked up his life. I hope he does get time when his trial comes up."

As Bill's business picked up Simone began helping him prepare and serve the meals when she was home from school. They drifted back into the easy friendship they enjoyed when they were younger. Simone refused to let Bill pay her for the help. She informed him it was her way to pay for the room he furnished her and the microwave and refrigerator.

By the time Bill began to take his smoker to the farmer's market once again in the spring he was involved in a thriving food service business. He began getting requests to cater private affairs and even some business meetings in the early spring. He found himself so busy he hired two women to help. Neither of them worked full time for him. They both helped in his little lunch shop and with the catering. Shortly after she was hired one of the women lost her apartment. Bill allowed her to move into an upstairs bedroom also. She too insisted Bill let her work free part of the time to pay for the room.

After Simone obtained her MBA she continued living in Bill's upstairs. She insisted on doing his books, paying his bills and helping with his business when she had time as payment for her room. Her degree emphasis was business management with a minor in accounting so she was very useful. Simone also obtained a full time job at one of the smaller companies in town so between doing that and helping Bill some evenings and weekends she had almost no time for herself or dating. She became what is commonly known as a workaholic. It seemed after her relationship with Terry flamed she had no interest in anything except school and later her work.

Bill found himself enjoying the company of Simone and Misty more and more. They became almost like a family. They would sit and visit many evenings on the patio and while they were working on the meals. Bill felt lost when one or both of the women were away from home of an evening. When he knew they were on a date—which was rare then later nonexistent for Simone—he was as nervous as a father might have been. From what was said the women felt much the same when Bill was out getting his ashes hauled. They all knew about each other's love life and discussed them in great detail as friends are wont to do.

One evening after a particularly hectic catering gig Bill and Simone were relaxing on his patio before they went to bed. They had everything cleaned and put away and were drinking a couple of beers. Both were slumped down almost lying in a lawn chair across from each other. Their feet were resting on an ice chest using it as a footstool. Simone took the last swig of her beer, dropped the bottle and pulled another one from the ice chest between them. When she settled Bill found her resting her feet apart on the ice chest. He felt his cock stirring. He was looking up her short skirt and even in the darkness he thought he could see a bare pussy winking at him.

After Simone leaned back in her chair once again she rested the beer on her belly holding it with both hands. She looked over at Bill and said, "Bill what happened to us? We fit together so well but." Simone looked away from Bill and stared out into the darkness a moment then continued, "What was wrong? I mean look at us now. We're sitting here like an old married couple. We know what each other is going to say before the sentence is finished a lot of times. We work well together. We live together more peacefully than many of our married friends."

There were beads of moisture in the corner of Simone's eyes when she looked at Bill. She continued, "Why did you dump me senior year Bill? I've never understood what I did that made you dump me. I loved you so much Bill and you left me!" Simone's shoulders were shaking from her silent sobs. She stopped talking and looked at Bill waiting for him to answer.

Now it was Bill's turn to look into space. He sighed and looked back at Simone. He said, "Mostly I was being an asshole I suppose. I was young, dumb and full of cum. You said you loved me but you wouldn't make love with me. Hell, I never even got to play stink finger with you. Angela was one of our friends and she would fuck me. Hell, I cheated on you Simone. She and I hooked up one evening after one of our dates and I fucked her. I asked her out for the next Friday night. When she said yes I never took you out again. Oh, don't get me wrong. I liked her or I would probably have just tried to keep her on the side. I was an asshole back then you know but damn she was as pretty as you, was almost as nice as you and gave her pussy away. Why the hell did you think most of the boys dated her?"

"You dumped me for a piece of ass? How could you? I loved you. You said you loved me too and you threw that all away for pussy?"

"Look Simone." Bill looked out over his yard once again. He was silent for several seconds then sighed and looked back over at Simone. He continued talking, "Hell, we were between our junior and senior year of high school. What was love? Did we have that kind of love, the permanent kind? You know I missed you a lot after we split. I never felt the same about Angela as I did you. I never enjoyed just being with her and talking to her. Pretty much all we had was sex. I don't care what many people say but you just cannot have romantic love between a man and woman without sex. At least I can't. It's easy as pie to have sex without love but for me at least you can't have true love without the physical side of the equation. Sex holds it all together and you wouldn't give that to me.

"I liked you a lot, hell, I could have and probably did love you but I needed the sex too Simone. You were a damn prick tease deluxe. Then the next boy you went steady with fucked you. How do you think that made me feel? Then I knew you really hadn't loved me. I knew then we were just friends and that was all we would ever be."

Simone was crying while she listened to Bill. She wiped the tears off her face with her fingers and said, "You dumped me because I wouldn't fuck you? You really didn't love me did you Bill? And you're wrong about the other too. I never did screw Andy. In fact that was the reason we broke up too. He began talking about me and I found out he told everyone he was fucking me. We had a big argument and broke up. Terry didn't get any from me until after we were engaged and he was my first Bill."

Simone looked at Bill sadly, stood and almost ran into the house. Bill sat drinking his beer. He stared into the darkness and thought about the conversation just ended. He felt bad for Simone. Hell, he felt like a heel period and he really didn't know why. Well he knew why. He had hurt Simone once again but dammit she asked why he broke up with her. What was he supposed to do, lie?

Bill sat his partly empty beer bottle beside his chair. He rose and walked slowly into the house. He heard the upstairs shower going. He moved into his bedroom undressed and took his shower also. Even as exhausted as he was it took him a long time to go to sleep. He kept thinking about Simone and him when they were in high school.

The next morning Bill was pouring his first cup of coffee when he heard steps behind him. He turned just as Simone walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him gently. She laid her head on his chest for a moment then stepped back and around him. She handed him his cup of coffee, got a cup for herself and poured it. Without a word they walked out of the house and took their chairs on the patio. They looked out across the back yard and slowly, quietly sipped their morning elixir. 

Finally Simone looked over at Bill. She smiled and said, "Thank you Bill. I always wondered what happened to us. It hurt then and it hurts now but at least now I know what I did wrong. I'm not sure I agree with your statement last night about love but at least I understand. I think you can have romantic love and postpone the sex but maybe that's a woman thing. I don't know." 

Simone looked over the yard once again and continued sipping her coffee. When her cup was empty Simone rose, took Bill's cup from him and went into the kitchen. She filled both cups and returned to the patio. After she handed Bill his cup and sat down again she said, "You know Bill I still love you. I never loved Terry like I do you. I don't think I would have screwed those men even for you but I know I would have had more trouble refusing if it had been you that wanted me to do it. I'm so, so sorry I messed us up Bill."

"Don't be Simone. You did what you felt was right. I can't say I'm too proud of what I did back then or even what I'm still doing. I think for most boys and men sex is, oh, I don't know; maybe more important? Maybe it is a more powerful drive or something? It seems to me as if women use sex to broaden or deepen a relationship or maybe even to express their love and men use it as more of a stress reliever. For a woman the sex seems to be the end of the journey, the icing on the cake and for men it's mostly what it's all about. Oh, hell, I don't know what I'm even trying to say. I just know sex is maybe more important to a man. CRAP. No normal man will stay in a relationship long if there isn't sex involved. I do know that."

Simone smiled over at Bill and said, "Yeah, I don't know how to say it either. I just know I can't just have sex with someone just because I'm horny. I have to have more than that. I can't have sex because I have feelings about a man either. For me it's something very special and I need to have it all tied up in a nice package. I need the love, the commitment then I want the sex. Oh, don't get me wrong. I went home almost every night we were out with wet panties. I wanted you so bad I cried some nights but I just couldn't let you do it. I'm so sorry Bill."

"Damn it Simone stop saying that. I'm sorry too but that doesn't change anything." Bill stood and moved toward the house. Just before he opened the screen door he asked, "I'm going to make breakfast. Will you have an omelet with me?"

Simone smiled and moved to join him. "Yeah I will Bill. Your omelets are the best I've ever eaten. You know I'll have one whenever you offer." After a quick hug Simone moved to the small kitchen table and sat down to watch Bill work his magic on the stove.

Simone just couldn't let their conversation of the last night and earlier that morning goes. While she watched Bill cook she ran the conversations through her mind and mixed them with her memories and feelings from high school and the present. As Bill was placing their breakfast on the table she made up her mind. Simone looked over at Bill and smiled. She said, "You know Bill I wasn't completely honest with you earlier. What I told you was the truth but it wasn't the complete truth. Many women and I am one of them, won't willingly have sex with a man if they don't love them but we also want to be dominated. We want our man to be macho, manly and to take what he wants."

Bill looked shocked when she said that. He looked at Simone then said, "If you felt that way why did you refuse Larry and his friends when they tried to take you inside?"

"Bill you weren't listening to me. I said that I wanted the man I love to take what he wants and to dominate me. I never said I wanted to have sex with just any asshole. I don't care if someone I thought loved me wanted me to screw him or not. Women like me don't want to be hurt or anything but we want the feelings we get when a man of strength doesn't put up with our bullshit and after he has us on a hair trigger he takes us roughly sometimes. I like gentle lovemaking but sometimes being slightly forced by the man I love really lights my fire. Those sessions sometimes really send me into the stratosphere. Bill I would have made love to you in high school but you never pushed the issue. When I played hard to get you backed off then finally you seemed to just stop trying. You were the only boy I would have fucked in high school but I LOVED you Bill. All you had to do was TAKE me. I wasn't being a prick tease and you know it."

"Bullshit Simone. From my side of the fence you were a prick tease. You kissed me and played with me. You let me do the same to you then you shut me down. A man sometimes wants his woman to meet him more than halfway. At least he does before he is sure she is willing to go farther. I even like to have my women ask me for sex sometimes. It is so sexy to know they want me as much as I want them. Back then I didn't want to hurt you. My mother and later my father taught me that NO means NO. You always told me no so I left you alone and went to someone who told me yes."

"Oh Bill we really fucked it up didn't we? I am so sorry."

Finally Simone seemed able to let the conversation die. While they finished their breakfast the conversation moved to other topics. One topic they discussed was expanding the business. Most of the people in town that knew Bill and Simone kept asking why they didn't have daily evening meals. Bill was doing almost all he wanted to do and knew if he served evening meals he would be tied down even more. Besides he would have to either move into town with his business or remodel the old garage. They discussed costs and benefits.

Just before they finished talking Misty came dragging downstairs and got involved in the discussion. Bill made it plain that he didn't mind, in fact he enjoyed, making the meals but he didn't want to be tied up in a kitchen all night. He also didn't want to bother with the long hours and cleaning the restaurant if they opened one.

Misty looked at Bill and Simone then said, "I just love the food service business. That is what I was studying in college until I had to drop out. Bill you cook and make the fixins so well for the BBQ and Simone you take care of the business end great. I would love to run the dining room and kitchen if you would open a restaurant. I love taking care of the lunch crowd now and I think the restaurant would be such a blast. I think I know how to prepare simple meals to add to a menu to go with your BBQ. We already have Patty working for us part time. We could hire two or three more people to help in the kitchen and wait tables and give Patty more hours. I think we could do great. We could open for lunch seven days a week and serve supper Wednesday through Sunday. I know we could do it."

After Misty finished her small breakfast the three walked out to the old garage and looked it over. The old office area was already in use as a lunchroom. They had a small counter with six stools and three tables for the lunch crowd to use. What was once the parts storage area was being used as the kitchen now? There was a commercial cooler installed, deep dishwashing sink, stainless work counters and two used cook stoves. There were also two small household microwave ovens as well as storage shelves for dry products. Currently they served all their meals either in Styrofoam carryout boxes or paper plates using plastic eating utensils.

Bill and the women looked over the kitchen area then walked out into the garage bays. They looked around and measured the room. Finally Bill said, "I think we can use the two center bays for the dining area. We can probably get 24 four person tables in the two bays easily and if we crowd a little we could get 30. If we start with 24 we can expand if we need to. I want to keep the third bay with the workbench as it is so I can still do some mechanic work on my own machines. It shouldn't take too much money to convert the two bays. I think we could build the tables and maybe even some benches for people to sit on but I want to check out the second hand stores first to see if I can buy something cheaper."

The next month Bill and the women spent all their free time working on the conversion of the garage into a restaurant. They were lucky that they could use the old restrooms from the garage with just a little renovation. Many old service stations and garages had only one small restroom but for some reason his grandfather put two in when he built the garage and they were "two holers". When they went to the second hand stores they decided to buy old dinette tables and chairs as well as a couple of sets of used café dishes and silver.

When they were ready to open the place wasn't fancy by any means. It was clean and bright. Bill used slabs from a local sawmill and galvanized metal for his interior and exterior wall coverings to give the restaurant a rustic appearance. Now they had to decide on a name. Bill, Simone and Misty were sitting on the patio late one night discussing the business. They agreed on a grand opening beginning in six days on a Friday but still had not settled on a name. Finally Simone looked over at Misty then Bill. She smiled and said, "You know people are calling you Bar B Que Bill now. You're famous for your BBQ. When your family operated the garage here it was the Junction Garage. Why don't we call the restaurant Bar B Que Junction? It fits somehow don't you think? We're even located at the junction of two well travelled roads so the name fits in that way also."

Bill and Misty looked surprised. They both began smiling and Bill said, "Damn Straight. I like it. I'll paint the sign tomorrow. Will you go to town and put an ad in the paper and get some fliers printed off like we discussed? We'll hand them out and post them around to see if we can drum up some business. 

Bill and the women were so busy with the construction and catering business they almost missed the news when Terry, Larry Tate and his entire top tier of management were convicted of various crimes. Their sentences ranged from five years for Larry to probation for a couple of the newer mid level managers. Terry got six months for his assault on Simone. 




Bar Banged



It was one of the few times my husband agreed to take me out dancing, being the man's man and all; the club has never been his scene, so this was a rare treat.

We had been there for awhile, he was thoroughly enjoying the view of all the tits bouncing around him, the just barely legal's in their short skirts, thigh high boots and shirts that hid a nipple at best. Even for me the views were just as fine, I would say better. Out on the dance floor with all the hard bodies rubbing against me, grabbing at my ass, sometimes a brave finger would slide up under my skirt and would not be disappointed – I was hot and wet and more than ready to go. 

I had worn my leathers just for my husband; almost a guarantee he will be fucking me hard later even if hadn't gone out, it drives him nuts- at thirty something I am still holding my own - with firm tits and tight ass, walking has made sure that I have kept my figure after all these years. 

Tonight I put on the little black mini skirt he had bought me last year for play time, but without panties- I could feel the wetness slowly escaping my hot and pulsing pussy, droplets running down my bare thighs stopping only if brave hand would slide up there and help it out. I had on my leather halter that zips up in the front showing my ample cleavage - the word MILF been used many times in my company- always flattering as I flip my long blonde hair and give them a you wish look. 

I never have had a problem getting who I wanted and still don't. The guy I was dancing with pulled me in tighter to him - I could feel how hard his cock was - oh and what a big boy he was. I let him grind it into me more pushing myself into him. I couldn't help wanting to feel him fill me and fuck me hard, the more he pushed it against me the hotter I was getting. His hand lowered from my ass and started for my hungry pussy - I thought I was going to cum right there in his hand he slid his finger into me and I could feel my muscles clamping on it wanting more. 

The song suddenly came to an end- the young hard body so delicious bent and kissed me on my cheek and thanked me for the dance. I walked back to where my husband had been standing. I know he saw the whole thing but I couldn't tell if he was angry or not- I had never allowed things to go that far before. I have always danced and flirted with the boys but I couldn't help myself - the look on his face was strange as I closed the distance between us. My pussy throbbing with need, I was still winded from my almost orgasm, he handed me my drink but didn't say a word. 

Not sure which was the worse torture - the delicious boy that fingered me on the dance floor or the reaction, or lack thereof, from my husband. He reached for my hand and we headed outside and I figured the night was done for me and he was furious - rightly so, I had crossed the line this time. Much to my surprise he just wanted a smoke but his pack was empty. I told him I would go and get them from the truck - it wasn't parked too far away and I could use the cool off.

The truck was parked at the back - not really any lights out there but it wasn't all that secluded so I felt safe enough, I have never been one of those chicks that needed an escort every where I went. As I got closer I noticed there was a few people by another car that was parked by us, I paid no attention to them and continued past them. I got to our truck, just as I unlocked the door a set of powerful arms had me by the waist and the mouth at the same time. I tried to scream but with the hand around my mouth no sound would come out that could be heard. Struggling and kicking against this force, all I heard was "what a tomcat, this is going to be fun". Up to that point I had hoped it was my husband playing out another fantasy but that was not his voice. 

It was happening so quickly I couldn't process; but I knew at that time fighting was not going to be an option. Suddenly there was another set of hands grabbing my wrists and my hands were being tied behind my back, tightly. I could feel what I assumed to be rope biting into my wrists - no way I was getting free. My mind was racing as the realization hit me there were more than just one and I was going to be the evening entertainment. The large hand that had been covering my mouth, stopping me from screaming, came off; but before I could get a sound out they replaced it with a gag of some sorts that was being secured behind my head. 

They started laughing "looks like she's hog tied and ready"; the one voice said. I couldn't figure out why my husband hadn't come looking for me yet - I had been gone far too long. The choking sobs threatened to come out of me, trying to control the panic that I was feeling - my skirt was being raised to my hips. I was fully exposed to my assailants.

One of them stepped directly behind me, bent me over the tailgate of our own truck, kicking my legs to open wider. Pressing my face harder into the metal of the bed - his one hand holding my neck down so that I couldn't struggle, as the other hand went to explore my pussy that was displayed in front of him. "Looks as sweet as I thought it would, she was so wet I wanted to fuck her right there she was dripping all over the dance floor" the voice was saying behind me as he stuck 2 fingers abruptly in me pushing up into my slit hard. 

He rammed his fingers in me, my body started to respond to his rhythm - quickly pulling his fingers out of me, then it hit me - this was that delicious hard body that I had fooled around with on the dance floor just before we came outside. I had thought about feeling his cock ramming into me, but this never crossed my mind. Suddenly I was furious, struggling against this boy I found the fight again, this boy was not going to rape me if I could help it. Cursing my own actions now, I had been teasing him, but it was for my husband's enjoyment - and where the fuck was he.

Just as I thought my other half had abandoned me and gone back into the bar, I heard his voice. Relief washed over me and I allowed myself to relax a little. I wouldn't be in this position for very much longer and I started feeling sorry for the boys that were about to rape me. I know my husband's temper and didn't want to be any of them in that moment. 

What happened next will never leave me - the one that had been holding me down instantly released me. "Oh man so sorry I...." he was stammering - leaving me still bent over the truck ass in the air.. " She was asking for it......" he was trying to convince him not to kill him. I could hear the footsteps of him coming closer to the truck - "I am not going to stop you son..."

My mind went screaming, as I tried to get to a standing position. What the fuck did he just say....not going to stop them? "lay her back down boy before she gets up..." he was instructing them to rape me what the hell was he thinking - I didn't know in that moment who I want to get my finger nails into first, and not for pleasurable reasons. I was shoved back into the truck bed with my ass in the air and pussy out for display, I had shaved earlier baby smooth and bald just the way he likes it and I was wanting to be fucked. 

A part of me was hungry for this boy but this was wrong - again I couldn't comprehend what my husband was thinking. He started talking to the boys again, still I did not know how many of them there were, I only recalled seeing 3 of them standing around when I walked past but I didn't notice who they were. I wished I had taken a better look at them before this had all started. "No Cumming inside her, no bruising on her... that's all I am going to say - other than that enjoy her cunt boys, she's still tight" 

.....tears started streaming down my face. Why was he doing this to me, had I really pissed him off that badly? I guess so ... trying to wrap my head around it all, a cock was being slammed into me. God it was huge and before I could react he was forcing my tight little pussy to take him all in with one hard thrust. He slammed so hard into me I felt him hit hard against my cervix, the sudden pain shot through me as I tried to lift my ass to give him more room, he was so thick and long I thought he was going to split me in half. He pulled back out only to slam into me again, rocking my entire body hard into the body of the truck. 

"Fuck man you weren't kidding she has one tight and hot pussy, you lucky bastard!!" the boy was commending my husband on me, I wanted to grab the boys throat and ram a cock into his ass, see how he liked it... I kept trying to keep my mind on the crime that was being committed to me, the violent assault on my body, trying to control my bodies reactions. I was getting wetter and the boys cock all...what 9-10 inches and the thickness of a fucking tree kept his rhythm in and out. He was slamming into me now, not as hard as he had at first, now he was just fucking me and god he felt so good... 

I could feel the pressure building... fuck I couldn't let him have me - trying desperately to fight it... "You want to cum .. and you're fighting me ... good MILF cause the more you fight the harder I am going to make you cum.." whispering into my ear as his other hand reached under and found my clit that was now throbbing almost painfully....he flicked it - sending lightning bolt of sensations all through me, there was no denying this boy had full control of my body as my mind slipped off into an ecstasy I have never known, his hard young cock pumping me from the back, hitting me right to the very core. 

His fingers flicking and rubbing my clit I was going to cum and like he said this would be one that would take me over the edge... so close it was going to explode me into shreds ... he jerked out of me so abruptly my ass pumping violently in the air looking for the cock that just left my pussy on the edge of a climax... the agony building inside me - god I needed to cum.. being that I was still gagged all I could do is moan to beg some one to finish me off. I felt the hot spurt hit the top of my ass as he came as promised on me not in me...his cum dripping down the crack of my ass while he finished the final strokes. "Alright man back up let me in there...Jesus man wonder how tight this little cunts going to be after handling that monster..." the new boy jibed at his friend...as he took his place behind me.

This new one was much rougher... his hand wrapped itself into my long hair and yanked so hard that it brought tears to my eyes, holding me up so that I could just barely see the top of the truck bed.. "Any chance of blindfolding this bitch? - I think she's seen enough"...it was my ever loving husband that answered - " ya there is a rag in the truck .." I could hear the door opening, the one I had unlocked .. and then close. 

Then everything went black as the rag was tied around my eyes blinding me. Panic started again - my breaths coming in short gasps partly from being fucked but now more because this guy was taking more from me..."That's better ain't it now bitch?"... he said into the back of my head, reaching inside my shirt, grabbing my right tit squishing it hard into his hands ...not bad for an old broad I must say as he grabbed the nipple and twisting hard between his fingers causing a yelp from behind my gag. He let up the assault on my tit and moved to the other giving it the same treatment, little shots of pain through the nipple causing me to yelp against the gag again... 

I was truly terrified of this boy, and yet my husband was somewhere watching all this.. watching these boys use me as just a fuck toy to do with as they pleased. Was he enjoying this? The thoughts racing through my mind.. when rough fingers started probing my asshole now sticky with cum, "bet you would like me to fuck you hard in that tight little ass wouldn't you? he hissed into the side of my ear. Suddenly a sharp smack that sent ripples of shock through my system. His fingers now probing around my pussy..."I'll be damned...your old lady likes it rough eh.." he called out to my husband. 

He wasn't wrong.. the shocks of pain coupled with being tied up and blindfolded had caused new reactions in my body that were just as confusing to me. I was getting hot .. there was nothing I could do about it, the boy was on to something. "I'll keep that in mind" came the answer back with a chuckle in his voice. "I do have to admit boys I think I like seeing her in this position"... and there it was he was enjoying this - the revelation that my husband had a very dark and kinky side, with my mind being distracted with the new insights - the sudden warm wetness slid down my ass crack as a finger rested to catch it at the tiny little hole. 

My ass cheeks clenched tightly closed at the invasion even my husband had never tried to fuck me there. "You ever try her ass?" he asked him.. "Nope" was the answer..."Mind if I do?".. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.. they were having a civilized conversation as to whether this boy that was currently about to rape me could de-virginized my asshole... again rage boiled from deep within me as I tried to buck this boy off me, catching him by surprise he yanked hard on my hair pulling hard from the roots..."Oh really you think I couldn't do it.. just for that I am going to fuck you hard in that tiny little brown hole you're protecting!" he growled at me..

"Oh ya man, I thought about it too all cute and puckered up at ya" the boy I had been dancing in the bar called back to his friend.. "Sure son go ahead lets see if she can take it... she never let me try" answered my endearing old man, while I was considering at this point how long he was going to live.

His weight lifted off me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted my hips higher into the air, holding my head down against the bed of the truck. He forced my legs to open wider, in full view was my smoothly shaven pussy and the hole he was looking to stuff his cock into. "You're going to want to loosen up baby or this is going to hurt a lot more, I wouldn't try and fight me too much or I won't have any mercy to give you...get it Bitch!" 

The fear pooled up in the pit of my stomach. Up till now, as degrading as this whole thing had been a part of me had been enjoying it much to my own humiliation. His finger circled around the little puckered hole instantly it tighten on its own, involuntarily it was fighting the intrusion.. he chuckled, "I do love a virgin hole.." he said almost menacingly behind me, the finger slid lower into my pussy that had now started quivering at his touch, easily allowing him to slip 2 fingers into me deeper, suddenly he opened his fingers into a V inside me twisting his wrist in a side to side motion, the feeling was so incredibly intense.. he found my G-spot and probed.

I hated this boy but I could do nothing but give into his torture, taking me closer and closer, my hips started fucking his hand on their own. I was about to cum again, like the first boy he stopped laughing as my ass was now waiving in the air like some horny cat... moaning and writhing against the coolness of the metal bed. His hands grabbed the sides of my ass; fingers biting hard into my flesh to hold me..."Ya you liked that didn't you.. bet the old man never done that to you eh..." his fingers slid back into me just long enough to take my own juices and smear them across my asshole.. he was going to take it whether I wanted it or not. 

"If you relax, you will probably enjoy this" he said to me as he slowly slid one finger into the one place no one had ever been. "God you are tight" he whistled out loud. He spat again into my crack rubbing it all over to moisten my hole more before he slid a second finger into me.. it hurt as I could feel my anus trying to stretch around his fingers..in and out he slid them loosening the hole to take more. The other hand reached around and started circling my clit, the orgasm was still there as he rubbed the hardened hood, I could feel my body loosening up, still feeling invaded but the sensation was becoming more pleasure than pain and the waves started to take me with them...

"That's it Baby feel that..ya your liking it.. I can tell" he cooed into my ear, moaning back to him my body now rocking into his fingers wanting to be fucked more and harder. Just before I was about to cum yet again he released the hold on me- again feeling the emptiness and agony of not allowing my release. I could feel him straddle high above me. "Now relax" he commanded...the hard tip was pressing against my hole I tried to relax as he pushed a little farther, I tried to pull away from him, he was too big and it was hurting god he was going to rip me. 

I could feel the skin of my anus trying to stretch around just the bit he had there - I tried to shake my head no but it was my mistake when I pushed, his whole cock went in hard. I tried to scream out at the sudden pain and burning that was taking over my entire bottom half. "That was your fault bitch I was going to be nice about it" he hissed at me and then slowly started pulling the hard shaft back out of my ass and then back in...as I tried to will my body to relax against the pain. Surprising myself that it did begin to hurt less and almost feel good. His fingers again working on my clit rubbing it in circles, sliding a finger into my pussy and out finger fucking me at the same time his cock pumped my ass, and I was taking it. 

Tears started streaming from behind my blindfold I was taking it and god I was liking this too...again feeling the building of one hell of an orgasm coming on, but this felt different this was a feeling of being so full I was going to explode against it, my mind reeling with the sensations of being fucked so hard in so many places.

Some where out in the distance of my consciousness I heard a female cry out "OMG that poor woman is getting Raped!! we have to help her, call the police!!!" a part of me wanted her to shut up - some where deep in my mind I didn't want this to stop. "She's my wife and she's ok.." I heard my husband answer... I could hear him talking to this new person or persons I couldn't tell. "No way - Can I try too?" the female voice asked. What was she asking? I couldn't really concentrate on them, there were too many wonderful sensations rippling through my body. Each taking me higher and higher, as this one fucked my ass, my hips rocking to his thrusts taking him in deeper and deeper into me. 

I wanted to feel his cum hard against the sides of me. Pulling out suddenly I felt the cum hit my cheeks as he finished his final thrusts. Wrapping his fingers back into my hair yanking my head backwards so my face was twisted up so that if I wasn't blindfolded I would be looking into his eyes. "Yours was a fine sweet hole, I enjoyed that thoroughly thank-you Ma'am" .. kissing my cheek his weight lifted off me. 

"Ma'am, thank – you"? What the hell was that about, he had been so rough with me and then a gentleman, nothing like a mind fuck after an anal rape. I started to try and lower my body down exhausted from being fucked so well... I wasn't sure how I was feeling about it.. a part of me was hot and wanted more.. keep fucking me...I was so conflicted thinking that it had to be over I was wrong. "OOO My turn" came the female voice.. giggling. Still laying face down in the bed of the truck I tried to figure out what was going to happen next, if this is the group I passed there were 3 of them, I was trying to recall if there was a female. 

Before I could get the image from just earlier into my mind, I was grabbed and flipped over. Now I was laying on my back, I could hear some one getting into the back of the bed and come behind my head, someone else was pulling my body lower down the bed so my legs hung off the back. "ah perfect" came another male voice...how many of them were there and how long was my husband going to allow them to keep at this. "I'm going to take your gag off do not try and scream remember we are allowed..." she had such a sweet voice but what did she mean allowed... as I was some piece of property that my husband was sharing...? 




Bar Banged



"Now you're going to eat my pussy and make me cum as hard as my boyfriends cock is going to make you cum...got it..." She reached behind my head and untied my gag, I thankfully stretched my mouth.. before I could even think about screaming her pussy was on my face. I have never eaten a pussy before and wasn't sure what I thought about the scent or the feeling of her shaved slit on my face, it wasn't gross but nothing I was accustomed to. I had swallowed my share of cum over the years but a woman wasn't something I knew. "Eat me" she hissed, as she rubbed her lips up and down across my lips and nose her clit grinding down on to me. 

Hesitantly I put my tongue out and flicked it up through the lips, I felt a quiver run through her ... I know that feeling all too well. I decided that if I had to do this I might as well tryout some of the moves I have felt done to me. I flicked my tongue against her clit and felt it harden - wow this could be fun, she bent over further allowing me full access to her pussy, her juices hit my tongue as I slid it again slowly from her hot slit all the way to the throbbing little clit, taking it in my teeth gently I sucked it in. She gasped and ground harder into my face, her hips fucking my tongue. 

I concentrated on her pulsing clit teasing with my teeth – this girl was going wild. I was starting to enjoy torturing this little girl as much as they had been torturing me, when my legs were lifted into the air "Oh yes fuck her – I want to see you deep in her cunt, oh she's good yes .. god mommy eat me" ... another thick cock slid into me deep and I was hungry for it, I lifted my ass higher for him, no longer caring who was fucking me just as long as they kept going. I was assuming that it was her boyfriend that just rammed into me – harder, god I wanted to get him harder. 

I needed to cum so badly the last 2 had only brought me to the tip and stopped, this was beyond torture, she was about to cum all over my face. I drove my tongue so deep in her slit that she bucked and slammed harder down on to my face I swore she broke my nose, trying to get my tongue deeper – if I had my hands I could finger bang her- I couldn't believe I was even having those thoughts let alone making this little girl cream my face. 

"Oh god baby you're going to lose it aren't you" he was saying to her " my god baby I am going to cum, her tongue is ohhh god don't stop please god "she was Cumming, almost drowning me as I tried to drink her sweet juices down, she did taste good, her body shuddering above me –he was slamming me harder and I was going to lose it too so close. Then he pulled out- his hot thick cum covering my pussy, her fingers rubbing it into my clit. I tried to fuck her hand, I just want to get off – I was in agony they had fucked me so hard and not once allowed me to cum.. without my gag I started begging my newest assailant to make me cum.. god please don't stop... "oh my she is so hot ... I could just...." with that she slipped 3 long slender fingers into me, I couldn't help but to try and raise to allow her to go in deeper but she just pulled her fingers out and got up. 

"Dam baby that was so good now I want you!" she was saying to her boyfriend as they got off me and left me to my agonized state of arousal. Never have I not been allowed to cum and I had to, god the pressure was unbearable, my clit throbbed painfully in the night air – just left there. I realized I still didn't have a gag – I called out to my husband .... "soon baby" was all I got back... again another set of hands on me rolling me over but I had no fight left in me. I let this one put me into the position he wanted, at least he let me have my feet on the ground and held me propped against the end of the tailgate. 

His cock slid easily up into me, not as thick as the last one but just as long as the first one, slowly he filled me I could feel every delicious inch filling me till he hit the bottom – only to torture me and stay there holding my ass firmly against him. He rolled his hips grinding deeper into me – I thought I would lose it when he pulled out abruptly. Suddenly my jaw was pulled open and the gag was being replaced tying even tighter then the first time, stretching my mouth at the sides painfully. "I'm the one that will let you cum but when I want you to, got it?" 

All I could do is nod weakly. All I could think was please fuck me. He slid into me again all the way to the top again, I felt him hit my cervix and hold there, grinding into me sending me into a realm i have never known. I was going to explode – he slid a finger into my well fucked asshole and i pushed into it filling me even more, the waves of ecstasy taking me over. He slid a second finger into my ass and again I rocked my hips back to push it in farther. I just wanted to be fucked and hard, no longer caring who saw what. 

"That's it Momma fuck into it, I'll let you cum I want to feel your hot cum all over me"....he kept saying driving me harder in and out deeper, out of no where every nerve in my body exploded, as I tried to scream out he drove me harder. I was Cumming so hard I could feel my own juices running down my legs as I slammed my ass harder against him more and harder, hitting me deeper sending me higher into a climax that never have i experienced.

He didn't stop slamming into me – his rhythm got faster as he grabbed onto my hips driving as deep as he could. I tried to match his thrusts – with every thrust I went wild with more explosions racing through every nerve. I was on fire and in heaven at the same time. He rammed 2 fingers deep into my well-juiced and fucked anus again sending me beyond the realm of consciousness. Riding the waves again I came hard – screaming out against the gag, my arms painfully pulling against their restraints harder. 

My pussy muscles were milking that young cock for all it was worth –clenching against the shaft that filled me. Every muscle tensing as each wave took me over with mind-blowing explosions. He pulled out of me finally, letting his cum hit my ass cheeks, pouring over my ass as he wiped to cover my entire ass cheek. Leaving me breathless, bent over the truck and fucked like I have never been fucked before in my life. Laying there for what seemed to be forever in a complete state of bliss, I could hear my husband and the group talking but I really couldn't make out what they were saying and really didn't care.

I guess I had started to nod off in pure sexual exhaustion when the hands of my husband were on me; pulling down the back of my skirt and standing me up. My legs were wobbly, and still in my heeled boots, I wasn't able to walk on my own. Expecting him to take the bindings off my wrists, the gag and blindfold off, I stood there waiting. "That girl you ate so well, gives dam good head too – just so you know." he said to me. I heard the truck door opening, he then was standing in front of me; I could smell him there, the cologne still lingering. 

I didn't know how I felt right then- this was the man that I had been with for 20 years, we had a decent sex life, but this was something dark and deviant. He let a bunch of boys rape me, not to mention the girl. Problem with this was; once I got over the fact that it was going to happen, I had wanted it. 

The harder they fucked me the more I wanted. The guy that forced himself into my ass had been rough with me at first but was a gentleman after, again that messed my mind up. A part of me felt so degraded and used, humiliated that he thought so little of me, yet a bigger part was very turned on that my husband just watched a bunch of hard young bodies fuck the living shit out of his wife, while he got a blow job. Guess there is something dark about me too, interrupting my thoughts he guided me to the seat but he wasn't taking any of the bindings off me... 

Wow, I just realized my night isn't over. More importantly now, what was he thinking. I didn't think I could take anymore – the truck started and I could feel the motion of us moving lulling me back into sleep.

We arrived at our house, being that the truck had been turned off and he was getting out of it. The passenger door opened and I was being lifted out of the truck and placed back on my feet. Suddenly I was very thankful that both kids were gone for the night at a friend's house. I could hear him grab things out of the truck and close the door. Before I knew it I was being hoisted unceremoniously over his shoulder, he had already thought to hang on to my ankles so I couldn't kick him and believe me that was the least of what I wanted to do to him. I knew he was unlocking the door and heading down the hall, dropping the things from the truck along the way. 

He put me back down onto my feet and I knew we were in our bathroom that was adjacent to the master bathroom. He helped me out of my boots, and slipped me out of my skirt, then taking my halter off he left me standing in there naked but still bound and gagged, not to mention blindfolded. This was a side to him I had never seen, when did he get so kinky. The shower had been started and I was guided into it, his naked body inches from me. The tip of his cock brushing against me slightly as the water hit my overly sensitive skin, the muscles in my pussy clenching again – my clit started throbbing again. 

You got to be kidding me I thought to myself, how could I be getting turned on again right now, that and I should be disgusted right now. He had lathered body wash into the scrubby and started to wash me from behind, starting at my shoulders in small circular motions. He was washing my body in the most gentle and loving fashion letting his fully hardened cock slide against my ass, all I could think is how badly I wanted him even after being so well driven by so many young cocks. I wanted to feel his inside me, fucking me feeling my beaten pussy, his doing. 

His hands moved so expertly across my body with the scrubby in one hand and his fingers moving their way between the swollen lips, finding the hard nob that was conflicted on its own being assaulted for so long. His fingers circling the soap around giving the lubrication needed to bring everything back to life, just as I felt that pressure begin to build again the shower stopped. This time he grabbed me by my hair "watch your step" he growled as he pulled me out of the shower, leading me by the hair he dragged me out of the bathroom – my face hit the softness of our bedspread. 

He slammed his cock so hard into me – it knocked the wind out of me. My husband was raping me now... I couldn't help it. I matched his fevered rhythm slamming as hard as I could back into him, his finger diving hard into the hole he had never touched sending me again over the edge. I came so hard against him, clenching his cock so hard inside me I felt him cum hard, sending me farther into the depths of sheer ecstasy as he thrust his final shots into me. His body shuddering behind me, I laid there in total bliss. 

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up the next morning, sore from head to toe. The evening events started playing through my mind. Looking at my wrists you could see the markings of being bound for a long time. My husband came into our room carrying a tray – placing it at my side he leaned over and kissed the top of my forehead, all I could do is stare at him in utter confusion. "Before you say anything" he started..."You are my heart and soul, what you did for me last night I can never love you more for".... tears started to pool in my eyes. He was being so sincere and was trying to tell me something. "Can we talk about our sex life?" 

I love my husband ... that morning I fell in love with him again.



Bar Bathroom Babymaking



She found him at the bar. It was where she expected him to be. Sitting, drinking a local microbrew, watching his football team play. He used to watch the games at home, but lately his wife started complaining about everything and he took any excuse he could find to get out of the house. Even watching the game, alone in this dive bar. "This is almost too easy," she thought to herself, watching him watch the game unaware of her presence. He ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair, just long enough to curl at the ends. His hands looked gentle, she could almost feel them running across her smooth flesh...but not yet she reminded herself.

She was wearing a long coat, a very long coat, almost down to her ankles. It tied around her middle, showing off a slim figure. She'd kept her aviator sunglasses on, though it made it hard to see in the dark bar. "You look like a spy!" Her husband had shouted to her as she left. "Perfect." She'd yelled back as she let the door slam behind her. Things were not going well between them either, perhaps partially because she couldn't keep her eyes (or her thoughts) off his sandy haired, intensely blue-eyed best friend. 

She came up behind him, his eyes still glued to the flat screen. The quarterback was in the pocket, the linebackers holding the defense so far. She tapped her fingers gently on his shoulder and he turned to look at her. "Those glasses look rather foreboding," he said, recognizing her right away. She took them off. Their eyes met, a long glance held between them, she could feel herself getting wet already.

"What brings you to this dive?" He asked.

"You." She responded. She could see by his body language he was taken aback at her forwardness, another twinge between her legs. She sat on the stool next to him and ordered whatever he was having. 

"I didn't know you liked beer." He said, looking approvingly at her.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." She said laughing coyly. Her beer came and slowly they drank together commenting on the game unfolding in front of them. For a football game it wasn't bad. The teams were evenly matched and both quarterbacks were at the top of their game. Shortly after half time, she put her hand on his leg. At first, it was a friendly type of touch, just two friends, watching football and drinking a beer. But as the game progressed, she edged her hand closer and closer to his inner thigh, until her fingertips brushed against his inseam. It no longer felt friendly. 

He knew there were so many things wrong with his best friend's wife's fingers on his inseam. He knew he should try and control the raging boner in his pants. He knew a lot of things, but none of them prepared him for what was going to happen next. 

Her fingers ran up and down the inseam, he felt as though he may burst out of his pants, or possibly in his pants if she kept this up. "uhhhmmmm," he muttered, "maybe...we... shouldn't...be...here..." was all he could muster. "I think you're right" she said, grabbing him suddenly by the wrist. She led him to the back of the bar, to the woman's restroom. She was the only woman at the bar, so once inside she locked the door behind them.

"Now," she said, rather forcefully, "I need you to take your pants off." 

"My, uh...what?" 

"Don't think about it, just do what I say," she purred in his ear. He did what she said and let his pants drop to the floor. 

"Yes," she said, her eyes almost bulging out of her head as she admired the size of his hard-on protruding from his red boxers. "Yes, that will do nicely." Before he had a chance to think, she was on her knees in front of him. She took just the head into her mouth, tracing its outline with her tongue. With the base of his penis in one hand, she started licking him. Long, luscious licks, up and down. Then she took him as far into her mouth as she could, back and forth, back and forth. 

It had been a long, long time since he'd received a blow job. His wife had given up on that when she'd given up hope for a child. He watched as his best friend's wife sucked at him eagerly, as though she'd never had such a wonderful piece of cock in her mouth. He couldn't watch much more, he knew he was getting close. She noticed too, as she pulled him out and stood back up.

"I want you to come," she said quite abruptly, "but I want you to come inside me. I want you to make me pregnant. I want your baby." He wasn't sure how to respond. He and his wife had tried for a long time and nothing had happened, he doubted one night in a dive bar bathroom would impregnate his best friend's wife. But hey, if he was going to get to fuck her without protection, he was not about to argue.

"Sit down" she commanded. He sat on the floor, trying to focus on the overwhelming sexual scenario unfolding in front of him rather than the dingy surroundings. She began to unbutton her long jacket, starting at the top, one button at a time. He realized by the time she'd unbuttoned the third button that she was not wearing anything underneath. He could see her breasts, peeking out from under the sides of the coat. They weren't huge, but she wasn't a surfboard either. Her body was petite and well-toned. He knew she was very athletic and imagined she could be flexible when she wanted.

She slipped the coat off her shoulders, revealing herself fully nude other than her black heels. Her body was thin yet soft, her golden brown hair fell to her shoulders and her gray-blue eyes seemed to hold a secret he couldn't quite read. Her legs were shapely, much better than his wife's that was for sure. And her bush, she let her bush grow wild. He'd never seen such a wild bush before and was surprised at his body's visceral reaction, feeling his loins tighten even further. 

She stepped over to where he was sitting, inching closer and closer until her bush tickled his nose and he could smell her, a smell that stirred something inside him. "I want you to lick me" she said, "slowly at first, starting at my clit." He followed her directions, longing to taste her sweet juices. Hungrily he lapped at her vagina, "gently," she commanded, "it's a clit, not a dreamsicle." Again, he followed her directions, slowly, gently, licking, using the tip of tongue to trace her lips. "Mmm" she moaned softly "that's it." He brought up his hand and slipped two of his fingers inside her, pressing on her g spot. Her body responded, rocking onto his hand. The sensation of her rocking, plus the taste of her sweetness made him grunt with anticipation. She loved feeling in control, she loved feeling him lose himself inside of her. She was getting close and he knew it, his pace quickened and she allowed herself to come on his hand and in his mouth, more juices gushing onto his fingers. 

She stepped back. "Now it's time for you to fuck me." She said, bending over the sink. He did not need more of an invitation than that. He grabbed her hips and pressed his hard cock deep inside her dripping wet vagina. "Yeah, baby" she said "yeah, make me pregnant. Spill your seed in me!" He could feel the head of his penis smacking against the tip of her cervix with each thrust. She pressed her hips back into his thrusts, harder and harder, until he knew he could not take it anymore. "I'm coming" he grunted, as he unloaded his semen directly into her cervix. She could feel the warm come filling her and it sent her over the edge as well. She held the sink as hard as she could and groaned as her orgasm rocked her to her core.

They stood for a moment. Their breathing ragged and quick. She was the first to speak. "Thank you for the baby." "You don't really think that got you pregnant? Do you?" he asked. "Today was my most fertile day, and you did just fill my womb. A girl can hope at any rate." She buttoned her coat back up, and walked out of the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her.

He dressed himself, walked back to his bar stool and ordered himself another round. It was the fourth quarter and his team was up by a touchdown. He was sure they would win today.



Bar Be Que Me



It was a hot July evening. We were on Jerry's patio smoking a little pot, drinking, sweating in the hot tub. Cooling of in the pool, shooting the bull and generally enjoying the evening.

The we were my wife Chris who is my perfect woman dark brown shoulder length hair and myself, Jerry and his wife Jan tall blond, Steve and his wife Clair athletic black hair, Norm and his girlfriend of the moment Peggy pretty red head and one extra girl Cindy Jan's surfer girl cousin from California.

It was just getting dark when Norm dropped the bomb. I think he meant to get at Cindy who had been bragging all night long how more everything California girls were than mid west girls. 

Hey guys how about that mid west girl at Pete's bachelor party last week. How many guys did she do one after another four, five. I bet a California girl would have a little trouble with that. I guess the rest of us were collateral damage. For we had all been to that party. Cindy however took the bait any girl could do that without breaking a sweat. 

My wife's eyes nailed me and recognized my guilt immediately as I believe had the other wives. Norm was oblivious to the shit storm he had started and continued to bait Cindy so you think a California girl could handle four men one after the other. Easily was Cindy's reply. Peggy got up and went in the house and left. I should have grabbed Chris and done the same. I knew I was in major trouble and should have taken it like a man. 

Ah but hind sight is so much smarter than foresight. Jerry kept ragging on Cindy I studied the stones of the patio. Jerry said, you are full of prunes no California girl would have the nerve to do that. Cindy any California girl could if she wanted to. You say they could but would is where the rubber meets the road. Cindy was getting mad and determined to have the last word. By then I had the patio stone layout down to a science. Getting wiser I said Chris maybe we should go home. She just looked at me and said not yet. Jerry kept at it well we only have one California girl here. What about her could she do four in a row? I could if I wanted to. That's an easy out now we're stuck between could and would again. Cindy was turning red. If she were embarrassed or mad I couldn't tell. She looked around at the other women but found no support there. Finding none Cindy really lit the fire. 

I don't think you have four guys who are brave enough to help you find out. Norm said how about it guys. Jerry and Steve both said no fear here. I found something else interesting in the patio stone. Cindy pulled the strings on the sides of her bikini bottoms lay back on a chaise lounge and said lets see how brave you all really are spreading her legs. Norm of course had nothing to lose skinned out of his suite and knelt on the chaise playing with her clit with the end of his dick for a moment. Then dropped it down and drove it all the way in. Cindy muttered the usual ugh has he stretched her vagina and bottomed out. I noticed on Jerry's first out stroke she was a natural blond the carpet matched the drapes. Jerry began to work and Cindy braced her feet on the chaise, tilted her pelvis and met every thrust with one of her own. It didn't take long and Jerry pulled out and came all over her stomach. My wife threw her a towel and looked at me as Cindy said who is the next brave man? I knew I couldn't punk out on my friends and that look from my wife was just daring me. 

I was as hard as a rock from the Cindy and Norm show. I dropped my trunks and climbed on. Cindy was very wet and very hot as I stuck it in. She tightened her pussy muscles and it was like heaven she was wet and very hot from her workout with Jerry. The girl at the party had been loose and sloppy and I had never had sloppy seconds before. I concentrated on fucking her and should have been paying attention to what was happening around me. Although it wouldn't have made any difference the die was cast as soon as my dick entered Cindy. 

As I was finishing up I heard my wife say, someone has to defend the honor of mid western girls and saw her bikini bottoms fly over my head and hit Steve in the face. She picked the right guy Steve had wanted to get in her pants since we met him. His trunks were down and he was on his knees between her legs which she had spread wide before I could even think about reacting. Besides I was about to get off. I watched as Steve's big dick spread my wife's labia Steve was known for his big dick. My wife's ugh was more like owe as he pushed into her. As he pulled out about an inch of her sex came out with his dick. As he began to work that inch became an inch and a half and rolled back in with every stroke. I watched in shock as her pink was pulled out and rolled back in with each insertion of his dick into my wife's pussy. I knew she was pissed but I never thought she would allow someone else to fuck her to get even. Her ugh ugh ugh told me he was giving her a real workout. His ass was slamming up and down as fast and as hard as he could. The look on her face was strained her eyes scrunched up her lips pulled back teeth clinched. Her five foot two one hundred five pound thirty two twenty two thirty two inch body was giving as good as it was getting. Her toes curling told me she was getting off on a cock that wasn't mine.

Steve's wife Clair slid out of her bikini and laid out on the third chaise lounge Jerry not wanting to be left out was kneeling between her legs. Clair squealed when she fucked almost like a siren. She was using that athletic body to bounce Jerry up and down like a bobber in a stream. He was holding on to her shoulders for dear life. They finally flipped over and I watched her ass become a blur working up and down his dick. I couldn't see his face it was surrounded by her long black hair but I knew he had to be smiling..

Jerry had taken my place in Cindy his wife Jan had stripped of her whole bikini and was laid out on the fourth chaise. Norm climbed on for his second of the night. Soon her big tits were rolling back and forth like waves on the ocean. Jan had long legs which were wrapped around Norm and her heels were pulling at his ass trying to get him deeper into her.

The highlights of the rest of the night Clair's squealing want on for the rest of the night except with Steve when it took on a whole different tone. All of the wives fucked the four of us twice except Chris who had to let Steve take an extra shot where she rode him and made a lot of noise doing it with her hair in his face. The party broke up at 2PM. It was too quite in our car on the way home and I couldn't stand it. Finely I said I'm sorry babe. She was quite for awhile. Finely she said that was fun. What are you sorry for tonight or the bachelor party? I said both. I'm sorry to. I asked what for I had it coming. She said Steve, I shouldn't have enjoyed his dick so much and I never should have done him the third time. I told her I hope we can get by this. Well we are going to need some new friends I don't think I can face them again. We got home and into bed and I reclaimed my wife. God was she hot although a little loose. 

I had trouble getting to sleep. Thinking about what had happened my wife had hung the horns on me not once but seven times and the visions of her fucking those guys kept running through my mind like a never ending movie. I have to live with it because I can't imagine life without her, but, it is going to haunt me for a long time.



Bar Bets



The Actor sat in the hotel bar, nursing the one scotch he had allowed himself. He told the woman behind the bar he had made the road trip for an audition that had proved fruitless. Too tall, too bald, too who knew? There was no figuring casting agents, he told her. He sat in his room feeling frustrated and depressed, then decided to head down to the bar, hoping to meet a lonely businesswoman or, at least, a sexy bartendress.

The woman behind the bar was sexy enough, but there must have been an assholes' convention in town, because the bar was filled with fat, over-dressed men smoking cigars and braying too loudly at each other's bad jokes. They wore their half-mast ties like badges of office and wielded cell phones like royal scepters.

The Actor had just about decided to call it a night when she walked into the room. She was a compact little dyke with a boyish haircut. She wore no make-up or jewelry and her eyebrows were thick and bushy. She wore black jeans and a black leather bomber jacket over some kind of leather halter. She stood in the middle of the room and lit an unfiltered cigarette, feeling all the pig-men's eyes on her. Surveying the herd and finding them wanting, she moved casually across the bar and took the seat between the Actor and a particularly swinish salesman. The Actor stared at her with obvious interest.

"What are you looking at, boy?" she snarled.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you are the most interesting person I've seen here tonight."

"Of course I am", she said.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"How original", she said as she rolled her eyes. But she ordered a beer, nonetheless. She declined the glass the bartendress offered. She looked at the Actor in his jeans and sweater and said, "You

don't look like you belong with these other losers. What's your story?"

"I'm an actor. I'm here for an audition."

She snorted.

"An actor, huh? Where do you wait tables?"

He bristled a bit at this.

"I don't wait tables. Never have."

"Oh, an artiste'. Your girlfriend must be real impressed."

"Actually, I don't have a girlfriend."

"There's a shock."

He felt his cheeks redden. He had to give himself a chance to regroup.

"Excuse me. I have to hit the restroom." 

And off he went.

The fat salesman whistled softly and said, "Wow, you were kind of rough on him, weren't you?"

"Who? Actor boy? He loved it."

"I don't think so. He looked pretty pissed. I'm surprised he didn't tell you to kiss his ass."

"Are you kidding? He'd kiss MY bare ass right here if I told him to."

"Oh, no way," the piggy salesman snorted.

"Care to make a bet?"

"That he would kiss your ass? Right here in the bar?"

"Sure."

"Ok, I got a hundred says he won't."

"You're on."

Another fat conventioneer at the end of the bar chimed in, "Can I get in on that action?"

"Sorry, tubby. This bet is made. Want to up the ante?". She reached into her leather bra, pulled out a wad of cash and waved it at him.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"I've got five hundred says he'll lick my sweaty ass-crack if I order him to."

The conventioneer wasn't so sure, but the idea that she would have to drop her pants decided him. 

"Ok, lady. It's a bet."

The sexy dyke smiled and ordered another beer.

"You seem pretty confident", said the salesman.

"He's a mutt. I can tell. He'd do anything I ordered him to and beg for more."

"I don't know, lady. Reading people is my business. I think he's too proud."

"Pride's got nothing to do with it. He wants in my pants. He'd suck your dick if he thought it would get him in my cunt."

"Well, that's one bet I won't be making", the salesman laughed.

"I will", said a lilting voice from the other end of the bar. It was a tall, slender blond man in a natty suit.

"A macho guy like that?" The salesman shook his head. "No way. He may be an actor but he's no fruit. I can tell a fruit a mile away."

"Alright, blondy," the dyke chuckled, "A thousand bucks says he'll suck a cock at my command." She slapped a wad of cash on the bar.

The bartendress, obviously used to taking sports bets, had been taking notes on her tab book. She gathered up the cash and said, "I'll hold the bank. Enough bets. He's coming back."

Everyone in the bar had been listening intently to the wagering and they all turned back to their drinks and tried to act nonchalant. The dyke stood and leaned over a near table, pretending to talk with the men. Her round ass was right in the line of sight of the Actor as he came back from the restroom. His eyes were glued to her shapely form as he took his seat back at the bar. The dyke turned back to him and draped an arm over his shoulder.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you, Mutt?" she said in his ear.

"Huh?"

"When you were standing in there with your cock in your hand. You were thinking about my cunt. Wondering if I'd ever had a cock up there. Wondering how tight I was."

"Look, lady..."

"Don't lady me, Mutt. You want my cunt, don't you?"

"I..."

"Don't you?!!?"

"Yes, of course."

"You'd kiss my ass just for a look at it, wouldn't you?"

"What, are you kidding?'

"No kidding, Mutt-Boy. You'd kiss my bare ass just for a look at my furry cunt."

".....Yeah, I guess I would."

"Then get to it."

She unbuckled her pants and tugged them down to expose her sweet cheeks. She kept her front to the bar.

"Ok, Mutt. On your knees and kiss my ass."

He could see that all eyes in the bar were on him. He didn't care. There was something hypnotic about this woman. Something that made her impossible to refuse. He stepped behind her and got down on one knee. He planted a gentle kiss on her left cheek. A ripple of chatter went through the bar and the men began to surreptitiously pass side bets back and forth.

"Very good, Mutt. Here's your reward."

She turned to him and pulled her pants down below her very hairy bush. Her curls were thick and black and a trail of them ran up her flat belly to her naval. The Actor was transfixed, like a bird by a cobra. When she pulled her pants back up he looked stricken. 

"Oh, what's the matter, Mutt? You wanted a taste?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...Mistress?"

"Good Mutt. And what will you do for a taste?

"I'll kiss your ass again."

"Oh, not good enough, Mutt. You will lick my bunghole."

"Do what?"

"You heard me, Mutt. You will lick my bunghole. Lick it good and clean. Won't you, Mutt? For a taste?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then do it. And don't you dare disappoint me."

She dropped her pants again and leaned back over the table. She reached back and spread her ass-cheeks. The Actor leaned into her and stuck his nose between them. He began to lick her up and down. Again a commotion raced around the room. Money flew across tables. There were cheers of triumph and groans of loss. After a few moments, the dyke stood and turned. She reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Her clit burned red.

"You lick good, Mutt. Lick my clit."

He buried his face in her thick bush and began to tongue her wet slit. She moaned with pleasure, but her eyes were moving around the room, smiling in triumph. After a suitable time, she grabbed the Actor's ears and pulled his head back.

"Oh, very good, Mutt. You eat pussy very well. I bet you want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress!"

"And what would you do to prove yourself worthy of my cunt?"

"Anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Would you suck a cock for me?"

He hesitated. His face burned bright red. The men in the bar had given up any pretense of being uninvolved. But the Actor didn't seem to care.

"Yes, Mistress. I will suck cock for you."

"Very good, Mutt. Is there any man here who would like his cock sucked?"

"I would", said the blond man at the end of the bar. He stood and walked towards the kneeling Actor. He stood over him and unzipped his fly. He reached in and dragged out a huge cock, already half hard in excitement. The Actor looked at it like it was an alien creature. It grew longer and harder as the blond man waved it in his face.

"Suck it, Mutt. Suck it good. Take it all. If you want my cunt," the dyke said.

The actor opened his mouth. He gripped the now erect member in his large hand. Still half of it jutted out past his fingers. He wrapped his lips around it and began to slide it into his mouth. The bar erupted in cheers. The Actor slurped and sucked, his head bobbing back and forth. His eyes watered as he tried to take it all in. The blond man gripped his head and rammed the fat cock in and back. The men in the bar began to chant, "Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" as the blond man throat-fucked him. The bartendress looked around nervously. The dyke smiled in triumph as she collected her winnings from the pot. Then with a groan the blond man threw his head back and shot a hot load of jism into the Mutt's mouth. He gagged and spit the load onto the man's lap. The bar erupted in laughter. The Mutt fell back against the bar, a dribble of cum running down his chin. 

The dyke helped him to his feet. She licked the trail of jism from his mouth. She stroked his shaved head.

"Good Mutt. Good little Mutt. I think you will fuck me very well, you little cocksucker." She reached into her jacket and pulled out her room key. She gave it to the Actor as he hung his head.

"Go to my room, Mutt. Take a shower and get into my bed. I'll be there in a minute to reward you."

He walked out of the bar, staring at the floor as the men hooted. The dyke counted her cash and laughed.

"Well, boys, it's been a pleasure."

She clapped the fat salesman on the shoulder. 

"Anybody want to go double or nothing I can make fat-boy take it up the ass?"

The fat salesman laughed and waved her off. She tossed a twenty on the bar to cover the drinks. She strutted through the bar, tucking the cash into her black leather bra. She took the elevator to her room.

When she got there, the Actor was sitting on the edge of her bed, towelling off his shaved head.

"How'd we do?" asked the Mutt.

"Not bad. $1,600."

He smiled at Miss Oatlash and pulled her onto the bed.



Bar Bitch



I call you and tell you to be ready to go out in 15 minutes, no bra or panties - you understand you won't be needing them tonight. I pull-up and honk as you rush out to the car knowing that making me wait is never good. You are excited, wearing the micro mini and halter and nothing else. I see your aroused nipples and can smell your pussy leaking. 

The only thing I told you about tonight was that at least one of your fantasies would be fulfilled. You want to ask, but instinctively you know better. As we drive through the streets of LA, I reach into my knapsack and hand you a blindfold. You put it on and I reach over and slip the halter top down to your waist exposing your perfect breasts to anyone looking. You hear the convertible top retracting and feel the gentle breeze on your skin letting you know that you are exposed to both the people on the street and other drivers. Occasionally as we drive, you hear the honks of passing cars. After nearly ten minutes, I stop and slide your skirt to your ankles and than begin to drive again. After another 15 minutes I pull into a parking lot, stop, shut off the engine and you feel me pulling your hand to help you from the car. 

Your skirt slips off your ankles and you know to leave it there - tonight you are a wanton slut ready to be displayed and used, apparently publicly. I walk you slowly and you hear jeers and cheers and can tell from the whistles and cat calls that there are a lot of guys admiring your form. You can tell that the ground underfoot changes from pavement to carpet and then to tile flooring. Without ever saying a word, I firmly press my hand to your shoulder making you kneel down. You feel the familiar feel and taste of a hard cock pressing at your lips and as you gasp; it is thrust into your waiting mouth. A pair of hands grasps your hair and begins thrusting your head up and down as you hear an unfamiliar male voice groan. Suddenly your mouth and throat are filled for the first time tonight with a massive load of cum. 

As quickly as that cock leaves your mouth, another replaces it. You feel a second cock behind you and when a strange pair of hands grabs your ass, you rise up and sense someone underneath you. A massive cock thrusts suddenly into your dripping pussy and you feel stretched to the limits but in your excitement, you are wet enough to allow this stranger access. In an instant, you feel another cock pressing into your ass. There is no polite formality of fingers first, just a hard cock and spit pressing harder and harder. You know you have to relax and let this happen and than you are full. Strange hands and cocks take control of your body and you are ravaged repeatedly by more cocks and men than you can count. 

After at least fifteen different men by your reckoning, someone pulls your hair back and comments on what a slut you are, completely covered in cum. It is running from your lips, ass and pussy. You know it has been hours since you first knelt on the hard tile floor and for the first time, you hear my familiar voice as I say only "She's a mess, she needs a shower." Suddenly, you feel the warmth as a fine stream strikes your forehead and works it way over your face. As your nostrils adjust, you recognize the smell and know that someone is pissing on you. Soon the stream starts to multiply; two, three, five so many you loose count again. You feel your cheeks being spread and the warm flow enters your gaping ass and spread pussy, you feel it on your tits, on your lips and suddenly without any saying a word, all of the streams converge on your swollen clit. 

No-one touches you and you know you are not allowed to touch yourself and that familiar tingle starts deep inside of you. It builds and builds and you know this will be immense. As the strangers continue to take turns targeting your clit you start to explode in a mind blowing orgasm and than - darkness.

As you slowly start to remember the events of the evening - not certain whether or not it was a dream, you feel the rush of air on your nipples and in your hair again. You let your hand slide down and your eyes follow - you briefly wonder what happened to the blindfold. You feel how hot and slimy your pussy is, and feels the tinge of a well fucked ass under your weight on the leather seat. You look over at me questioningly and I smile warmly, kiss you on the forehead and slide something like a deck of cards into your hand. You gaze down and see the three inch stack of Polaroid's and nervously start to look through the pictures of your wanton night. So many dicks - so much cum and through it all you see the biggest smile on your face. 

You know that you could have stopped it at any time with one safe word, you slide next to me and your hand drops to my bulging hard-on. You realize that I have been the only man in the bar not to fuck you tonight. You look at me as if to ask and realize that tonight was for you, about you and than you lower your head, unzip my pants and give me the best head of my life. When we reach your door, you leave your cloths on the floorboard, it is pointless to put them on now and you take my hand and pull me through the door. I escort you to the shower, adjust the water and begin to wash you from head to toe. 

When we are finished, I carry you to bed and we fall instantly asleep in one another's arms.