7 comments/ 105913 views/ 18 favorites After Hours Party By: wayzup I’d always had a sexual crush on my twin sister, Janelle. I say ‘sexual crush’ because it always turned me on looking at her but that’s all there was to it. It wasn’t like I had visions of getting her to fall in love with me or work it out somehow so we could be together forever or anything like that at all. It was purely lust. I had just always wanted to fuck her without our relationship changing. Her ass was perfect (still is), her tits were good-sized but not huge which I’ve always preferred, her face made her a model when she was in her teens and she hadn’t lost any of those looks at all. Long summer days tanning on our deck just perfected her appearance. Simply put, she was the best looking chick in town and everyone knew it. My problem was that I probably wanted her the most because I was around her the most but couldn’t do anything about it because I was her twin brother. We’ve always been best friends and I wouldn’t trade that for the world...it’s made life so much easier, let me tell you. We always partied together since we lived in such a small town and we’ve heard each other hooking up with other people in the after-party hours since our rooms were right next to one another. I never got to see much but I remember listening to her going at it with whomever she was dating at the time on more than a few occasions. And I’m sure she’s heard me in my room doing the same at times as well. One time in particular though, sticks out clearly in my head and it’s a memory I’ll never let go of. We both just turned 18 and were out partying like we’d just turned 21. Kegs, smokes, bottles, the works. Our crowd wasn’t much into the bar scene with fake ID’s or dance clubs. We preferred the hang-out-and-get-lit method of hanging out with friends and we were doing it up right that night. At the time, I was dating one of Janelle’s best friends, Angel. Angel had graduated a couple years prior to us and was now going to college at a nearby university so she still lived at home. I was the envy of a lot of guys I hung out with because Angel as very popular when she was in school and had a reputation for her willingness to try and/or do anything in bed. I have to say I vouch for that...she was definitely very good at a lot of different things. That night, Angel was particularly touchy-feely and I kept seeing Janelle’s eyes linger on us when Angel would rub me outside my jeans when she thought no one was looking. Janelle never said anything, her face never registered anything one way or the other but I do know she saw stuff like that a few times throughout the night. We partied until the beer gave out and everyone scampered off in different directions. Some went home, some went to find another party and some stayed where they lay. We headed home. My Mom was fast asleep two stories up as she knew we weren’t going to be home until late and we weren’t. It was probably 3:30 or 4am by the time we whispered, chuckled, tripped and banged our way into the doorway and into our respective bedrooms. I broke out the joint I had left over from earlier and lit it up next to my open window. I always like finishing myself off and it actually helped easing the hangover the next day, I thought. I got one good toke in when Angel and Janelle came quietly into my room. Their eyes lit up when they saw what I was doing so I handed it off to Angel who took a hit and handed it to Janelle. After a few minutes, the joint was gone, we were completely baked and feeling no pain. Angel and I sat with our backs to my headboard on the bed and Janelle lay at our feet sideways. I can’t remember exactly how it started but I know Angel had moved her hand from my upper thigh to my crotch and was massaging my growing bulge as I moved my hand up her thigh to just outside her mound. I think I either forgot Janelle was there or was just in that place in my head that I didn’t care who was there. What Angel was doing felt fucking good and I wasn’t going to worry about details. I turned my head and started kissing the nape of Angel’s neck and increasing the speed and pressure of my hand on her crotch outside her jeans. She had her legs spread pretty obscenely and was starting to breathe heavier and heavier. I went to move from kissing her neck to start on her earlobes, which I knew was an instant turn-on for her when I noticed Janelle at the end of the bed propped up on her elbow watching us. She was wearing skin-tight black pants and a tight white top. I could see her bra through the top easily and I have to say, she looked fucking hot all night but propped up like that accentuated her figure and I got rock hard in an instant seeing her lay like that. I was going to say something but I saw her lips mouth the words, “Go ahead...” so I stole one more glance at her and went back to kissing Angel’s neck and up to her ears. Angel had her other hand at my jeans trying to get them open and she was now moaning at the end of each heavy breath she took. I could feel her getting moist through her jeans now so I knew she was getting very very wet. I don’t know if she remembered that Janelle was there or not. I was just going to keep going until someone objected. My jeans popped open and she went from mine to her own and practically ripped her button-fly jeans open. I shoved my hand inside them and her panties and immediately started rotating two fingers around in a circle over her clit. She was soaking wet and hot as hell down there. Her hips started humping up in time with my hand and soon she was moaning loudly as she neared orgasm. Angel reached over and was trying to get my jeans down enough so she could get at my cock but was having trouble with the angle we were at. I took another look at Janelle because I wasn’t about to help Angel out with my jeans if my sister was going to freak out. When I looked down at Janelle, she had flopped back flat on her back, head turned towards us still and she had a hand inside her black ski pants, stroking herself as she watched us. I remember thinking, “Thank God for California King Size beds..” as I lifted my hips in the air and pushed my jeans down and off. My boxers did very little to hide my rock hard cock and even if they did, Angel had them off before I had a chance to object. I took off my t-shirt as she lowered my boxers, leaving my completely naked. Angel peeled off her jeans and panties and I helped her with her shirt and bra. I thought I’d mention to her that Janelle was in the room still, in case she had forgotten. “Baby, Jan’s still in here, you sure about this?” I said. Angel was almost out of breath as she listened to me and a look of sheer disappointment crossed her face. “Oh Janny, I’m SO sorry! I just got carried away, oh my God, I don’t even know what to say...” Angel started blabbering as she came back to the reality of the scene. It got to where she wasn’t making much sense, she was trying to talk so fast. Janelle spoke up and eased both our minds. “Shh shhh shhh...Ang, don’t worry about it, seriously. Don’t you think I’d have left by now if I didn’t want to be here? But I’ll leave if you want me to...I don’t want to keep you two from....well, you know...” Janelle said. My cock was deflating a bit but seeing Janelle’s hand kept it from going down too much. She was still on her back but her hand had moved back up somewhat from where it was before and now it was on her stomach with only her fingertips inside the waistband. I could sense that she wanted us to go back to forgetting she was there so she could get back to enjoying herself. I decided to facilitate that by taking what I thought was my cue. I leaned in close to Angel’s ear and whispered, “See baby....she doesn’t care and I don’t care...haven’t you ever wanted someone to watch you get fucked?” I started nuzzling her earlobe and kissing her neck as I whispered, “I know you want to, I can FEEL it,” as I moved my hand back down to her cunt and started slowly stroking her lips, easing my middle finger inside. Angel started stroking the forearm of the hand that was rubbing her and I could literally feel her resistance slip away as her hips started responding to my actions and words. I looked down at Janelle and sure enough, her hand was back down her ski pants and she was stroking herself obviously now, not caring that I was watching her. I smiled at her in silent ‘thanks’ and she smiled back at me in a silent ‘You’re welcome and thank YOU”. I went back to Angel and moved my head down and started sucking on her tits, first her left then her right, all the time slipping two fingers in and out of her in a smooth fucking motion. Angel’s moans were getting louder and I started hearing Janelle’s grow in intensity as well. I looked down at Jan and she had her pants down to almost her knees and her underwear was down about mid-thigh while she had both hands working on her pussy. One hand was fucking two fingers in and out of herself while the other hand strummed her clit. Her head was still facing us but her eyes were now closed. Suddenly Angel arched her back and came hard. I thought for a second that she might just wake my Mom up! “Oh oh oh oh OH OH OH!! Ahh ha ha HUH HUH NNNnnnnn Oh my GOD! I’m cummmmmmminnnnggg!!” Angel cried as she clutched at my hand trying to get it to stop but I kept fucking her with my fingers through her orgasm. When she finally came down, Angel was spent. The night of partying and that one hugely intense orgasm was about all she could handle, I guess, cuz she flopped to her side and lay there breathing heavily still but unable to do much else. I was still rock hard and ready to go. I knew how Angel felt, I’d been there many times before. But I needed relief this time myself BADLY. I helped Angel lie down the rest of the way and in a matter of seconds, she was out. I looked down at Janelle who was now looking back at me. Her hands had stopped moving as she watched Angel cum and with Angel obviously beginning her trip to never-never land, her eyes had gone to me. Nothing was said. I slowly put my hand around my cock and started slowly stroking it as I looked at her. It took her a couple seconds to absorb the new situation but her hand started moving as well as her eyes locked onto my hard cock. We stayed like this for a few minutes, both just taking in the others’ body and stroking ourselves as we did. Then it got to the point that I just wanted to see more. “Fuck it,” I thought, “why should she have any clothes on when I don’t?” was the way I was thinking. I slowly swung both feet off the bed and went down to my knees alongside it. I ‘walked’ down to the end of the bed where Jan’s legs still hung off the side and took her feet in my hands. I brought them up level and slowly grasped the thin material of her pants at her ankles and very slowly began to slide them down and off. By the time I had removed her pants and tossed them aside, she had already pushed her panties down for me to take off the rest of the way, too. She now lay there before me, naked from the waist down and gloriously beautiful. I ran my hands up her legs, inside her thighs and back out to her hips and up her sides as I moved my body up in time with my hands. I caught her shirt with my hands on the way up and pushed it as I went. Janelle raised her arms above her head to help as I took it over her head and off. She did me the favor of reaching behind her and unclasping her bra before she settled back on the bed. I drew my hands back down her arms to her shoulders and slid the straps of her bra down her arms and off as she placed her hands on my back. I started kissing the tops of her gorgeous tits as I slowly revealed those wonderful globes by finally tossing her bra aside. They were as perfect as I had always imagined...small dark aureoles and eraser-sized nipples, both hard as rocks. I sucked on one breast then the other as I ran my hands all over her wonderful body. I brought my head up and she grabbed it and brought her mouth to my own and like that, we were kissing. Deep, wet and passionate kissing. Our tongues met and dueled savagely as our desires started to really take hold. I could feel it radiate from her...she as at that moment at least as turned on as I was. “Oh shit...I can’t believe this...we’re doing this...Jeff...” was what came out of her mouth between breaths when we finally broke the kiss. I moved my hand down to her pussy and started stroking her clit. She was sopping wet and immediately started hunching her hips to meet my hand. I whispered in her ear, “I want you so bad...I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, please don’t make me stop...” She was digging her nails into my back and I was dry-humping her upper thigh as I fingered my sister. It wasn’t long before she moved one of her hands to my ass while the other latched on to my hardon and started pumping it madly. Her mouth found mine again and she literally pulled me up to her by my dick and started rubbing her lips with the head. My sister had my cock aimed at her cunt and was hunching her hips, stroking herself with my eight inch cock. I could feel her juices coat the head of my dick and I wanted to force it in right there but didn’t want to do it until I was certain she wanted to go all the way. I didn’t have to wait long. “Oh Jesus, Jeff....I’m so wet right now...God, I want you....if you want to.....please..?...just put it in a little...” Jan panted as she continued to slide my cock along her slit. It hit me then that she thought I had reservations about fucking her. ME! I was so excited I thought I was going to explode all over the outside of her red hot lips just hearing her tell me she wanted me. I managed to force myself to calm down long enough to dip my hips a bit and with her help, pushed my cock into my sister’s pussy. I’d only gone in a couple-three inches when I felt her cunt clamp down. “Uhhnnnnggghh...” she moaned as her pussy reacted to her brothers’ cock sliding inside her. I just held it there a few seconds to let her get used to me and also to keep myself from cumming in the first five seconds. Her breathing calmed a bit but she was still panting as she looked up in my eyes. “You’re...I can feel your cock inside me...oh, Jeff, this is...mmMM...God, it feels SOOoooo goooOOOood....SOoooOOO naughty...MMmmm...oh yeSSSsssss...” her voice trailed off as she started rotating her hips in a wide circle, literally stirring her pussy with my dick. I kept my hips still and watched her beneath me, her eyes closed and her tongue licked her lips repeatedly as she worked on getting herself off. I felt a releasing sensation in my dick and the feeling that I was going to cum passed. I knew then that I was good to go. I knew I was going to give my twin sister the fucking of her life. I rose up so I could take in the entire scene below me. My gorgeous sister naked below me, her beautiful face contorted in pure pleasure, her perfect 36C tits barely sagging at all, her flat stomach raising up and down with each deep breath she took and finally, her neatly trimmed bush surrounding her wet pussy with the tip of my dick firmly entrenched in its lips. I wanted to burn this image into my brain, it was so sexy. Slowly, I brought my hips back to the point that the head of my cock was now outside her pussy, just the tip of its mushroom head inside her. Her eyes opened in near-disappointment before I pushed forward again, lodging my cock half-way into her cunt. “Ooohh....Godddddd...” she moaned as she felt me re-enter her. I pulled back again only a little and this time, I drove myself in all the way to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke and just like that, I was buried in my sister’s pussy all the way. “MMMMmmmm!! OH! Oh, Jeff...GOD YES, FUCK YES, Ohmigod...MMmm! FUCK, oh FUCK!” Jan repeated as my cock slid into her. Her pussy felt better than any I’d ever been in before. It was quite honestly, the perfect fit. Maybe the taboo of it all made it all the more exciting but I could not get over how awesome my sister’s pussy felt. “Oh Jan, your pussy feels SOOooo good....so hot...” I whispered in her ear. She smiled up at me and said, “Then fuck me....I want you to fuck the shit out of me, Jeff....your cock feels sooooo good inside me.” I fell into a nice rhythm fucking my twin sister. I was using long, smooth, slow strokes mixed with hard, fast and powerful thrusts. Jan met me stroke for stroke, fuck for fuck, as we went on and on...for a good fifteen or twenty minutes we rutted against each other, fucking each other as hard as we could. I would slow when I felt I was getting too close to climax and Jan would slow right with me. I didn’t want it to end, to be honest. Jan had orgasmed several times and didn’t seem like she could get enough either. We were making out during one of our ‘slow downs’ when she stopped kissing me and whispered, “Can I ask you a question?” I kept fucking her and answered, “Sure,” and her smile widened. Her hips hadn’t stopped moving either...we were still fucking as we spoke. “You ever fuck anyone in the butt?” Jan asked, almost embarrassed. I kept stroking in and out of her and replied, “No, but not from lack of wanting to try...why? Have you?” I sped up the pace a bit at that and her eyes fluttered as her pussy gushed even more juice as she matched my pace. “No...but I really want to try it...” she said. With that, she brought her right leg up and brought between us, forcing my dick out of her cunt as she turned over and brought her knees up to the edge of the bed. I was now standing at the edge of the bed behind her, her perfect ass raised in the air before me. “Come on, Jeff....fuck me in the ass...please, I want you to....” she said looking back at me. I leaned in and started licking at her completely exposed pussy. “OH MY..! OH oh yes, eat my pussy! MMmmm, that feels SOOooo nice...MMmmm huh huh huh, eat me oh yes, eat that pussy, MMmm...” Jan moaned as I assaulted her pussy from behind. From this angle, she was wide open to me and I was letting her have it. I licked up and down her pussy, tasting her juices as she started rotating her hips and fucking my mouth with her cunt. She had another mini-orgasm and I backed away, replacing my tongue with three fingers, fucking her with them. She was moaning louder than ever now as I smeared her juices from her pussy up to her anus. I could just about scoop juices out of her pussy it was so wet and use them to lubricate her backdoor. It wasn’t a minute before I had my middle finger buried up her butt to the second knuckle and was moving it in and out, getting her used to it. “OH! Ohmygod, that feels..so nasty! Mmmm...fuck my ass, Jeff...MMmmm..yes, just like that, huh huh, oh oh,” she kept saying over and over. Soon I had my whole finger up her and was moving it in and out very easily. I then moved up to the edge of the bed and slid my cock in her pussy again. It looked so delicious from behind I really did want to fuck her doggy-style for a while but I was just doing it to lubricate my cock. My cock came out of her cunt with an audible plop and I lined it up to her ass. I removed my finger from her anus and replaced it with the head of my cock. It took a lot more pressure to get the head in than I had anticipated and when it finally slipped past the initial ring of resistance, Jan gasped. “AHHH! HMMph, OH SHIT, IT HURTS, Mmm...OH Jeeez, Gahh...oh oh,” she said as she tried to get used to me inside her. I only had the first few inches of my cock in her butt so I wasn’t sure she wanted to keep going or not. I was rock hard though and I could not get over how awesome it looked to have my cock buried halfway into Jan’s ass. I couldn’t help myself and without waiting, I started to pump in and out VERY slowly. “Wait...Jeff stop a minute...oh shit...MMmmm..” Jan started to say as I started to rock against her upturned ass. By now, her face was sideways on the bed and I was pumping more than half my dick in and out of her. After Hours Party Tracy had approached me during my Tuesday shift last week, "Kat, Aaron is putting together an after hours party a week from Saturday for some of his friends in investment banking. Seems one of the group is getting out of minimum security after eighteen months for money laundering. They want to throw him a "Freedom Party" with five dancers, a full bar and go for no more than three additional hours. He specifically asked if you would be one of the dancers because you know how which dancers would be good at such a party and how to keep the party lively." "You forgot the important part." "$500 for being there plus any tips you earn." I had said "OK" before talking to Dave, my significant other for four years. I think that pissed him off. He was tight lipped all week and it was making me mad. He mopped around and acted hurt like a little boy. This gig wasn't anything new. He wasn't the jealous type and had accepted my stripping long ago. I thought he would be pleased, we need the money with home remodeling, kids' dental bills, me getting fewer hours because of the glut of dancers and our home mortgage payment going up again. Also, this party is with known bartenders at a known location. Still he knows how out of control a private party can get. The stress of life, work, bills and the bad economy were getting to both of us. We haven't made enough time for each other in a long while. The regular shift on Saturday was slow again. Outside it was rainy; inside it was a poor moneymaker. After the doors were closed early at mid-night, there were twenty guys, five dancers and two bartenders. The busiest we had been all day. Aaron was getting everyone settled with drinks and trying to get the party off to a good start. I had been dancing at this club for three years and known him for all of them. His confident air, being near sixty and his never-ending supply of twenties were hard to resist for all the dancers. He got more "benefits" than most of the regulars. He was usually fun and entertaining but I was still angry because of Dave and really pounced when Aaron came over and rather fatherly said, "Kat, tonight please don't feel any pressure to go farther than you are comfortable with. Most of the guys are nerdy, successful financial types - married and not players. But you might want to stay clear of ......." "Damn, Aaron, you know me. I don't need you telling me how to do my job." "Sorry, Kat. I forgot my place. I will keep my mouth shut." The demands of the "for bragging rights" loud pool game spilled into our conversation and Aaron was whisked away. I wasn't even curious about what his warning was going to be. I could handle men. I had seen them all – cheaters, drunks, smelly field hands, perverts, hot guys, virgins, shy ones and the "god's gifts to women." I've had them cum in their pants, beg to see me outside of the bar, bring me gifts and tell me the most intimate details of their lives. I could play the verbal game, stay above it all and make it fun. Isn't that why Aaron wanted me here? Something new was happening at the pool table. A crowd was forming. Even so, one big handsome man was sitting alone on a stool near the unused stage. I knew I looked good in my sequined bra-like top, see-through skirt and "fuck me heels." As I approached him, his steel gray eyes started at my feet and slowly moved up examining every inch of me until they settled, locked with mine. My last steps were fast and unsteady as I tried to avoid a man rushing toward the pool table's show. I stumbled. My hip fell between the handsome man's open knees and pressed into his strong thigh. He was bigger than I thought, maybe six three, 220 pounds, brown hair, v- waisted, mid-forties and he didn't have any hair on his chest under his nearly open shirt. I stood, my face even with his, "Hi, I'm Kat." He leaned slightly forward, drawing me into his eyes deeper and deeper. He never blinked; I could feel the heat from his body and smell his scent. His head tilted, his breath was sweet and he kissed me lightly on the lips. A little shutter went through me. His lips left mine far too quickly. "Nice to meet you Kat." I was speechless for too long a moment. He did not tell me his name. His hands were strong and a little rough when they closed on the bare skin on my sides. He turned me easily and I felt my hip rake across his cock. "Kat, let's go see what the commotion is." How could he be walking so close beside me? Why was my heart racing? Why did I nestle my ass back into him when we stopped to watch? A big hand reached around me, settling flatly on my stomach and pulling me tighter into an unmistakably growing large bulge. The show was a good one. Pixie, our tiny talented contortionist dancer, was standing on the pool table, completely nude with one foot on either side of Aaron's head as he lay flat, facing up. She was facing toward his feet. Slowly, with straight legs, she leaned forward until her head was near her ankles and she kissed him on the lips. The men were all trying to stand behind her so they could see her pussy and ass spread lewdly open. Pixie had her hair in pigtails and her cute child-like face was adorned with make-up freckles. She stood up, hung her finger in her mouth and looked very shy and very naughty as she squatted, letting Aaron spread her pussy's lips with his face and then lick at her shinny slit. The show was hot; I had almost forgotten the hardening cock that I was rubbing into my ass crack. Pixie leaned forward onto all fours and closed her lips over the obvious tip of Aaron's cock that was straining against his pants. She lowered her hips and Aaron began to suck at her clit. Her squeal might have been faked but there was no doubt that she was in heaven as an exhibitionist and that she was holding her audience's attention. Beside the unused stage, there was a second stage with a pole behind the pool table. Two nude blonde twin dancers were hugging and kissing with the pole trapped between them and one leg from each wrapped around the other. Without the pole, their cunts would be rubbing together. They knew what they were doing. They had done this before, for fun, without an audience. My ass cheeks are usually cold when I'm at the bar, but not today. The muscular, hot body pressed into my back and its rigid cock had me hot today. Strong hands guided me away, "Come back to the stage and dance for me." The action was on the other side of the bar, so the lights were off at our rack. Still the big man opened his shirt and sat in a chair close to the stage and craned his face upward to see my eyes as I stripped for him. I wanted him to see my nude breasts and marvel at how tiny my bald pussy's lips were and how my disinterested tight cunt hid between my long legs. I had danced for so long, I seldom got wet and never excited. But he did not look at my body. I wanted control. I knew I could make him. I flashed my pussy, presented my ass doggie-style and coyly looked back at him. Still he only looked at my eyes. Finally, I squatted in front of him, licked my finger and rubbed circles on my clit. I was wet. He still looked into my eyes. I was uncomfortable. The stage is a little taller than table height and it has a shiny black, cold surface. I set my hot buns down on the stage, my legs dangling off the edge and then I slipped down his naked chest onto his lap. He was only half hard. I ground into him. No apparent reaction, so I scooted onto the stage again, lay on my back, pulled my knees wide to spread my lips, knowing that his eyes would have to move where I directed. The big man shocked me by standing with his back to the crowd and unceremoniously pushing a finger into my wet pussy. I knew I was supposed to object and I think I started to move away but his head tilted and his eyes bore into mine. He jerked his head upward once. I knew it was an order to stretch my hands way above my head. He didn't care that my body was on the cold floor. He looked into my eyes, haunting me, commanding me, daring me to resist. His other hand closed over my right breast and his fingers rolled my nipple. My hips were moving on their own, churning up against what was now two thick invaders causing slurping noises as my wetness spread around my thighs and belly. My eyes left his, looked at the dark ceiling and almost closed. His magic fingers pulled out of my body. I wanted them back, but he had not touched me to bring me pleasure. I heard his belt buckle and his zipper and I felt his cock's head spread my lips and push deliciously sliding a few inches inside of me. He pulled out a little and pushed again hitting my g-spot, raking across it and sinking into my belly until our pubic bones clashed and my body jarred from his power. Stroke after delightful stroke slid in and out and in again. Each time he stretched into me the pleasure built, but it was incidental to his purpose. Usually, I'm slow to cum, but I was almost there when he stopped. His strong right hand closed behind my neck and pulled me into a sitting position with his cock still in me. His other hand cupped my ass and lifted me still impaled on his rod. He stepped back and sat down in his chair. My weight drove his shaft deep inside at a wonderfully different angle. The hand on my neck just tangled into my long red hair and pulled my head back. When my mouth did not open he pulled harder. I never kiss with my heart or my soul at the club. Not even a French Kiss. It is one thing, I hold out. I wasn't going to give in this time either. His lips found my neck and began to kiss, lick and nibble as his hips moved ever so slightly, rubbing his slippery shaft teasingly over my clit and into my hungry cunt. When I exhaled; he was ready, he took my mouth, slipping his tongue into me, tasting everything he wanted to taste – my lips, my tongue, the inside of my cheeks. It wasn't fair, I wanted to taste too. Another breath rushed from my lungs and he took that too, inhaling it deep into his lungs and living on it. His big strong hands spread across my ass, pulled hard and forced me to steadily thrust, driving his cock deeper. I hated him for blatantly using me, for knowing I loved how his cock slipped across my clit and for knowing I was going to cum. Against my will, my tongue ventured out to taste him. He sucked it. Licked at it, challenging me to kiss him back. I fought for my rule but soon surrendered to sucking his tongue and kissing his exciting lips. He rocked my hips rocked faster, torturing my clit. It was too good, my mind screamed for me to resist. I tried, but he used even more force to work my ass rhythmically, using my body to masturbate himself. My cunt began to betray me. It began to suck his cock. My inner lips distended when he pushed me away and then were pushed back inside when he deliciously and slowly pulled me back onto his shaft. I had never been fucked in the bar before, never in front of so many people and never in front of the people I work with. I had to stop. Maybe they were not watching. But I was being used, not doing anything and it felt so good. He knew I was thinking and not fully with him. That irritated him; he sat perfectly still. I was still. His fingers closed over my left nipple and he pulled it toward him. I remained motionless. Again he pulled but this time he squeezed lightly. He was tugging in time with how he had used me before. I knew what he wanted but I didn't give in. He lowered his head and sucked my earlobe and kissed the nape of my neck. Still I fought. He sunk his teeth into my shoulder and pinched my nipple sharply. I gasped in pain. He ordered, "Fuck me." My hips began to thrust. I had not willed them to do so. They just did. I wanted to stop but he would not let me. He said nothing. He was watching my face again, enjoying my struggle. I wanted to take control back from him but my body would not stop and my breathing became more and more ragged. I hated what I was doing, getting closer and closer. He had won. "Cum for me, Kat." For some unknown reason, his permission meant everything at that moment. I thought, "He must be ready." I was glad; soon, I could run away to safety again. "Suck my tongue." I did. I came. He did not. My clit was almost too sensitive but I did not tell him. He would not care. I was his to use now. My body had one purpose. The rest of the world no longer mattered. He stood, lifting me easily. My cunt was still spasming around his hard dick. He laid me down on the cold stage again, pulled out of my body and rolled me over. I felt hollow and empty. My feet barely touched the floor. I expected him to spread my legs, but he didn't have to, they opened for him. My pussy's lips had stuck together from their wetness. I felt them pop open again; a trickle of my own cum ran out and dropped onto the stage. He slipped easily back into me. He went deeper into my body this way. Much deeper. He spread the cheeks of my ass and thrust again. The tip of his cock pushed and stretched at the mouth of my cervix. I recoiled so he grabbed my hair and thrust harder. There was no doubt I was being taken and there was no doubt that my body would give everything to him. It had to; he commanded it to. I had not come down from my last climax so the next one was on me quickly. When I began to spasm, his strokes grew slower and slower - holding me on the edge. I wanted to tell him to go faster but I knew he would do what he wanted. A word almost escaped me, but his hand tightened, pulling my hair even harder. Only moans of pleasure and frustration came from my body and lips. One heart beat before madness, he slammed into me with such force that my thighs recoiled in pain from being driven into the edge of the stage. Instead of complaint, I screamed, "Yes, damn you, do it again." He did. Time and again. I came and could not stop cuming. My arms and hands curled under me, my hips rolled higher, almost like I was trying to get into a fetal position to protect myself from his power, the pleasure and my loss of control. But I was stuck on his cock. My body had surrendered to him, his thrusting shaft and those knowing eyes. I had no thoughts, no ideas, no words. I was trying to protect myself from him but I was filled with animal lust. I was leaking around his cock with every thrust, I could smell my desire. The bastard slowed again and a cry of desperation escaped my lips. His hand left my hair and his nails scrapped down my back. With one hand grasping each of my hips he began long madding jarring strokes into my body. Pressing my g-spot and torturing my womb with every thrust. My body was screaming, sweating and begging. I could not ask, only hope that he would give me the release I needed. "Make her suck me dry, Kat." Every muscle in my body tightened, wanting his cum. My cunt pulled in on itself. For a brief second I knew my body had defeated him but then my orgasm blotted out all my thoughts. My belly did suck, I could feel it nurse in time with each pulse of his hard cock. For the first time I actually felt a man's hot liquid spurt into me. A female voice screamed, "Yes" and my lack of breath began to take its toll. The harder my body sucked him, the harder I came. I could not breathe. I struggled to stop, but I couldn't and I climaxed even harder. Again, someone screamed, "Yes" and then everything was dark, quiet, without thought. There was complete rest and peace. When my eyes opened again, I was surprised that I was breathing and alive. A softening cock was still inside me. It did not seem to be attached to a man. I heard some distant, knowing words, "Your body was made to fuck, to please and to be pleased. It is magnificent. Next time, you will surrender your lips, mind and soul to me. You will not fight. Then your body will soar and show you beauty like you have never known. I will enjoy seeing you fly and I will enjoy draining my balls into your belly when you do." To me those crude words were beautiful. I did not move. My legs remained wide spread when he slipped out me. Something soft and dry was pushed tightly between the gaping lips of my well-used pussy. It felt warm and nice. I must have dozed off for a while. When I awoke, the bartenders were stacking the chairs onto the tables. Except for them, the bar was empty. My breasts were flattened against the cold stage and I felt exposed and vernable. It hurt when I pulled the dry handkerchief from between my legs. It was glued to me with his cum. Quite a few hundred-dollar bills spilled out. They didn't seem so important but I gathered them up along with my clothes and stumbled into the dressing room. I dressed, thinking about how I wanted to sleep for days. I don't remember the drive home. I remember my body feeling satisfied. I remember thinking, "He did not ask my real name, request my phone number or my address, inquire about my family - three kids and a man. He did not ask my hobbies, what foods I like or when I would work again." When I parked in front of my house, I smiled. I knew I had been good for him. I knew he would be there to take me again and I knew I would surrender just to feel his confidence and power again.