9 comments/ 131957 views/ 38 favorites Irish Barmaid is Soldier's Cum Slut By: TheDarkCloud Sinead Sweeney looked at the faded, cracked façade of the pub and sighed wearily. This would be her fourth interview for part-time work that day and she had had less than no success so far. When she had arrived at University just over a month ago she had been so enthusiastic about this great adventure she was embarking on, this free spirited Irish girl of only 18 coming over to England in search of her destiny. But the truth so far had been the dreary rain of Manchester and a slow recognition that she would have to find part-time work to be able to financially survive University life, her Student Grant already proving to be way short of the mark. 'The Barracks' looked a pretty uninspiring sight for her and she swept her longish blonde hair behind her ear and steeled herself as she crossed the windswept street. It was late October and even at five o'clock the sky was gloomy and she gave an involuntary shiver. Still as soon as she had pushed back the heavy wooden door and entered the bar she was transformed, her face bright and smiling and trying to radiate all the Irish charm she could. Which she realised pretty quickly was a complete waste of her time as the Landlord who greeted her churlishly was the most repulsively unendearing character Sinead had ever come across. The interview started out bad (Sinead calling him Mike only to be curtly told 'Mr. Jones to the likes of you') and went downhill from there, all the way to the nadir of being told that she could have the job if she dropped to her knees there and then and 'gave him a blow job'. The disgusting fat slob was still standing there behind the bar as Sinead stormed out with tears of anger burning on her cheeks. Three weeks passed and still she was no closer to earning any money and the whole situation was creating almost unbearable pressure on Sinead, to the point she was struggling to concentrate in classes. If only she hadn't been so proud (some would say boastful) when she had got her place at University, if only her parents had not been so bloody satisfied of her and made sure everyone in the small town she had grown up in knew of how well their little girl was doing. To return a failure was not an option. But with every day that passed she seemed to spend more and more of her grant and she was quickly realising that if she could not get some form of employment she would not last until Christmas. But the job search was a disaster, bar after bar turned her down, she was too young, not enough experience, wasn't suitable, whatever reason given seemed to knock the confidence further out of Sinead until she stood, four weeks to the day across from The Barracks staring hard at the bar once more. She hugged her arms across her heaving bosoms (big enough to start a debate from the boys in her economics class as to whether she had had a boob job) and brushed her hair with her hand nervously wondering if the slobs offer still stood and perhaps even more whether or not she wanted it to still stand. The bar was as depressingly gloomy and bereft of paying customer as her previous visit and she could see from the moment Mr. Jones spotted her that he remembered clearly who she was. She could even see the ugly curl of his lips as he moved behind the bar to greet her. "Well, well didn't think I'd be seeing you back here any time soon Paddy!". He laughed at his own insult as Sinead winced and wondered for the 501st time whether this was such a good idea. "So you still want the job do you?" Sinead nodded and hoped against hope his interview 'technique' was not the same as before but knowing that it would be. That was confirmed when the fat, old pervert unzipped his pants (right there in full view of the front door as he stood in front of the optics) and tugged out a slimy looking, shrivelled penis and began to waggle it in his hand. "Well if you want the job girl you better get around here and get sucking!" For a moment he thought she was not going to move as she battled with her conscience and self esteem but slowly she came towards him, stepped up and into the behind the bar area and dropped obediently to her knees. The battle was over, the forces of money and pride had won. As she grimaced and gingerly took his stiffening dick in her hand and contemplated it the landlord snorted and goaded her once more. "That's it Paddy, suck me like the little Irish whore you are!" Sinead knew exactly what she would be doing, knew that this would become a big moment in her life if she did it, knew that she would regret it but also that she felt she had no other alternative. The smirking, arrogant landlord was hardly inspiring her either but what else could she do? Go back to Ireland with her tail tucked, figuratively between her legs? Her clear complexion blushed bright red as she gulped nervously and finally took the step forward to behind the bar and gently lowered herself onto her denim covered knees. All her senses suddenly seemed more attuned. She felt the dust under her knees scatter as she pressed down on it, her eyes widened and could do nothing else but concentrate on Mr. Jones's cock literally expanding inches from her blue eyes and overpowering all those was the smell. The musty smell from behind the old bar, the damp staleness of disuse and the increasing smell from his groin, of sex and sweat and everything that made Sinead want to throw up at his feet. But of course she still had to contend with the taste. From her position kneeling at his feet the landlord appeared even more grotesque, his thighs fat and bulging before her, his stomach overhanging his belt towards her and his thick, almost brown colour penis sticking straight at her face, the bulbous end already stretching his tight foreskin. Further back she could see a tangle of wiry black hairs and a big, heavy set of balls. What on earth was she doing? But it was too late to back out now and as he shuffled forward his slick penis rubbed against her lips and she obediently opened them to give it full access. The taste was immediately vile and Sinead had to fight back the reaction of getting the thing out of her mouth and spitting the taste away. But she knew that the taste of this fat pervert's cock would stay with her for a long time. His greasy hands dropped down and took a hold of the side of Sinead's face and he gave a grunt like a pig as he pushed his pelvis forward further into her mouth and a moan as he felt her tongue press against the veiny underside of his penis and begin to reluctantly lick it. Sinead Sweeney knew how to suck cock, not many of the 'good' Catholic girls from her town didn't. She had been with boys before back home and knew how to please and pleasure them but never anybody like this. Mike Jones was short, fat and ugly and probably nearer treble Sinead's eighteen year of age and as she sucked on his cock praying for this to be over soon she could not shift the thought that this made her something akin to a prostitute, sucking this man's cock just to earn money. But that was just one of life's hard lessons she was learning. The taste, smell and feel of his pre-cum coated cock was nauseating and for every push forward it made invading her mouth towards her throat she had to fight back the reflex to gag on it. She tried to think of other things, her family, her home, how proud they were of her going to University and making something of her life, anything but the actual fact that she was sucking an old man's cock just to get a job to keep her at University. It worked for a while but as he got more aroused and came nearer to climax it became increasingly impossible to ignore his animalistic grunt and thrusts and the increased rate at which his hairy balls were bouncing against Sinead's chin. Almost too late she realised that he was going to shoot his load in her mouth and when she recognised he was on the verge of cumming she shook her head vehemently trying to prevent it. It worked as his hard cock came clear of her mouth at just the moment he exploded cum from the hole in his penis but rather than firing into her throat it shot all over her shocked face. She felt several hot blasts on her cheeks and forehead and knew she was going to be a cum coated mess. Worse when he finally took a step back she found herself looking up, through sticky eyes at two customers waiting patiently on the other side of the bar no doubt until she was finished, to order their drinks. She was mortified and wiped her hand over her messy face and wanted the ground to swallow her up as one of the old guys winked at her and handed a folded note to the landlord. "The usual Mike. This a new start is it? Looks like she'll do the job, could do with showing a bit more skin though, know what I mean? She looks like she's got enough under that top to entertain at least!" And as Sinead knelt there, contemplating the utter humiliation she had put herself through the landlord zipped his trousers up and calmly got on with serving his two customers. As he handed their change back to them he turned to Sinead. "Right you've got the job, you can be here at six o'clock tomorrow and do the evening shift, get you started." * Despite that inauspicious start to working life at The Barracks Sinead did indeed turn up the next evening, she was too headstrong to be shamed into not just because of what she had done to get the job. And indeed, Mr. Jones (and he would not allow Sinead to call him anything but that) made no mention of her previous days 'oral examination' and in fact she was surprised to find that the evening was actually not that bad, the bar was busy enough once it got past nine o'clock and she was kept pretty busy. It would have been an all right start other than two incidents just before closing time. First, two guys came in the doors just before closing time and Sinead moved round the bar to serve them and found herself ashamed and embarrassed to be staring into the eyes of the two men that had walked in on her blowing Mr. Jones for the job the day before. They smiled knowingly at her and made no secret of staring at her ass while she turned to get glasses before pouring their pints nervously. She nearly split one when one of the old guys shouted across. "Mind and give that one good head love, we know you're good at giving head!" At that the two men fell about laughing and brought attention on themselves and while the other regulars in the bar started speaking to them asking what was so funny Sinead just wanted the ground to swallow her up again. It didn't, she took their money and as she rang it up she clearly felt her ass being pinched from behind. She swung around to look a the leering, half drunk men but could do nothing but shoot them a glare as they giggled and nearly fell off their stools. In the next half hour Sinead could feel every face in the bar turned to towards her as obviously word of her interview technique spread through the bar. She felt her cheeks redden and was counting down the seconds to where they closed up. She watched each and every one of the patrons leave at twelve (and that was another thing, she could not remember any customer that night who was female, this must be a nearly all male bar) but as she got her coat and prepared to leave her boss called out to her to wait a minute. "You did fine today Paddy (Sinead cringed at the derogatory term for her heritage), but you are going to have to do like the man said yesterday and show a bit more skin, you've got a good body, nice tits, wear something that shows them off a bit. You know encourage punters to come up to the bar to get a look, that kind of thing, I'm sure someone like you knows the type of thing I mean." * It took a lot of willpower for Sinead to come in the next night, but she did. In part because she needed the money but also because she sensed Mr. Fucking Jones and his punters were testing her and she was not about to let those pathetic bastards beat her. So next night she was there five minutes early and wearing a tight, knitted top that squeezed her not inconsiderable breasts together and out so that she showed a healthy amount of creamy white boob flesh and had a dark shadow between her tits that made her front look like a slot machine. She was quite the sight, what with a nice tight black skirt and tights beneath. She marched in with head held up high and spent the night serving drinks and fending off admiring glances and comments and although she felt vulnerable, exposed and not a little humiliated she never once let on and acted as brassy as she could. After a week of that and the arrival of her first wage packet she could just about justify what she had done to get the job and what she was doing to keep it. And Jones had not tried anything further, physically, at least. In that week Sinead quickly discovered where the bar's name came from, the pub had always been and was still a favourite hangout of British soldiers from the nearby army camp and come the weekend they tended to make up the vast majority of the bar's customers. Like most soldiers they were a rowdy, opinionated bunch and with a few drinks in them and in groups they could be quite the handful. Adding to this was the fact that Sinead was so blatantly Irish and many of the soldiers did not have high opinions of Ireland or the Irish thanks to the ongoing campaigns there with terrorists and para-militaries. Sinead was fiercely proud and patriotic and it did not take long for there to be a confrontation. From that very first Friday night Sinead enjoyed a volatile relationship with the soldiers that frequented the bar. She had quickly found her feet after that shocking start to working there and was actually getting used to the place (and more the thought of getting paid) when that first Friday night rolled around. She had done what her boss had told her and was wearing lower cut tops and despite herself was getting over any self consciousness and feeling that bit more sexy and confident in her own body, something she had never really found back home. She started her shift at five and was clad in a tight black top that squeezed her breasts together nicely and a knee high black skirt. The first of the soldiers arrived in at six and more followed steadily for a couple of hours until the bar was almost full of them and they were buying plenty of alcohol. They picked up pretty fast that the new blonde barmaid was definitely Irish and it had an instant mixed reaction. From some it was friendly banter. "Alright darling, haven't seen you about here before." From some it had sexual overtones from the start. "Hey blondie, how about kissing my Blarney stones!" (together with unnecessary point towards his balls are). While some were far more sinister. "Hey Landlord, who let this fucking Paddy bitch serve us? Her fucking kind blew my mate up." Stuff like that was hard for Sinead to take but she bit her tongue, ignored it and continued to serve uninterrupted, but it was a challenge. And as the night got later and the guys got drunker it became harder and harder for Sinead to ignore them. Most were OK but a few overstepped the mark, one in particular, the others called him Cloudy, seemed determined to niggle at the new barmaid at every opportunity and in the end Sinead 'accidentally' tipped a drink all over his lap to much amusement from the other and great anger from him. He jumped to his feet and seemed about to strike her when Mr Jones interceded. He was all apologies and told Sinead to get another drink but the soldier would not accept that and seemed determined to cause more bother when, without warning the landlord waited until the replacement drink had been delivered and pulled Sinead over to him and sat down on a stool. Sinead didn't have a clue what he was doing and neither did the soldiers but they suddenly all went silent as he flipped her over his knee then carefully lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her black panties and lovely bum cheeks. "All right boys, she's new here and made a mistake. For that I'll deal with her, not any of you. You do get to watch though!" And with that announcement Jones brought the palm of his hand stingingly on Sinead arse. Sinead was too shocked to do much of anything as her fat slob of a boss continued to spank her in full view of all the bars customers. The drunken soldiers cheered him on, counting each slap to her cheeks as it landed and turned them ever more red until he got to twenty and finally released her. Sinead fled behind the bar and into the back room, desperately trying to not let them see her tears. She stayed in there a few moments before she sensed movement behind her and she spun around to confront the landlord. "What the hell was that you bastard? I should fucking have you for that!" Mr. Jones stared her out and let her vent her fury a sneer never far from his lip. "Listen up Missy, you spilled that drink all over that asshole on purpose, you know it and so did he. If I hadn't done that he would have torn you apart and I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to. You've got plenty spunk, I'll give you that but you need to realise that if you want to work here and keep collecting a wage you need to be nice to those guys, whatever they say, they are effectively paying your wages. I'm sorry I had to spank you like that but it was all I could think of to diffuse the situation, I'm sure you'd rather have a tender backside than get your features re-arranged, eh?" She stared at him hard. They both knew he wasn't sorry at all, that the bastard had enjoyed having her over his knee and spanking her like a naughty little girl but she couldn't deny that things were turning ugly before he interjected himself into proceedings. Grudgingly she nodded at him and moved to squeeze past him back into the bar area. He was leaning in the doorway back through to the bar area and Sinead would have to get past him but the fat oaf didn't budge an inch as she came up to him. She flattened her back against the wall and tried to slide past but he made sure to put his arm out to stop her when she was level with him. She could feel the bulge at the crotch of his trousers pressing against her as he leaned in to whisper to her. "Don't tell me you didn't get off on it, I saw your panties, I saw the damp patch. It turned you on, didn't it?" His breath was stale and horrible and she couldn't bear to look him in the eye as she shook her head and finally forced her way past his blocking arm, the pinch he delivered to her bottom as she moved away the final indignity of the night. But as she straightened her skirt and her hair and tried to resume her position and tried to ignore the fact that the fat bastard was correct -- she was wet down there, she had been aroused by the confrontation with the soldier and her subsequent spanking! * After a few weeks both Mr. Jones and the soldiers settled down a bit and grudgingly accepted Sinead was there for the long run. In her mind she viewed what she had gone through as an initiation of sorts and something she just had to do to get through it. She was always leery of her boss but eventually she developed a reasonably friendly (if sometimes quite spiky relationship with the troops that frequented the bar). And despite that first night and some pretty lewd and crude comments things never really went any further than that and somewhere inside Sinead she was frustrated sexually by that. But it was something she couldn't quite understand. Then late one Saturday night things went a bit further than she could have expected. It had been a busy night, Saturday's always were and Jones had been barely there to help her and had fucked off upstairs to watch a football game and get steadily drunk so Sinead was in complete charge of closing up. She finally managed to get them all out except for one table of four younger guys who, although they had been loud all night had been no trouble at all to the young Irish barmaid. But she still couldn't shift them even once the place was deserted. She made to plead with them one last time when one of the guys turned to her and spoke in a fast, excited voice. Irish Barmaid is Soldier's Cum Slut "Your Irish aren't you? They're great gamblers aren't they. So are you up for a bet? What do you say? Me and the boys have a bet we have to do and we were wondering if we could do it here and now? Go on it'll be just a bit of fun!" They were just a couple of years older than Sinead, all of them, just daft lads with too much to drink and she found it hard to refuse them. She asked what it was they had to do. And at this they clamed up a bit and looked pretty sheepish. Intrigued and not at all intimidated by them Sinead pulled up a chair and tried to get them to come clean. "Come on boys, you'll not shock me, not with all I've seen here and back home." One of the young soldiers dipped into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cookie, placing it carefully on a beer mat in the centre of the table. It seemed to hold all four of their attention and even Sinead found herself staring at it but it just looked like any normal cookie. She was about to ask what all the fuss was about when it all came blurting out. "Well there's this tradition amongst new recruits, a contest if you will. And since we all started a couple of months ago the guys have been telling us we had to do this and well, we've had a few drink you know, a bit of Dutch courage so we thought maybe we'd do it here, you know, if that's Ok with you." Sinead had heard a little about army initiations and didn't like the thought of it in here but didn't want to upset them either, not with just her in the bar. "So, um, what is it you have to do?" Again with the uncomfortable silence and awkward glances until one of them finished the glass of whisky and told her straight out. "Listen, each of us have to get our dicks out and jerk off onto that cookie and the last one to cum has to eat it. Understand. All we needed was somewhere to do it and here seems fine, any problem with that?" The guy, who had not spoken before, was agitated and getting aggressive so Sinead just nodded and moved back. "OK, whatever. Just get on with it and get out then, some of us have beds to go to." Sinead was stunned by this, she had heard some pretty sick suggestions but this (literally) took the biscuit. Yet for some reason she didn't understand she could not help but be interested in this and though she tried to convince herself that she was just staying there to make sure they didn't mess up the bar she was not convincing. She couldn't really believe her eyes as the four soldiers each got their dicks out around the table and started to jerk off, it was truly a bizarre sight for her. Sinead could not take her eyes off what she was watching. The four men, boys really, around her age were all reasonably well hung and she found it strangely erotic to watch them gripping their cocks and jerking off frantically. And it was frantic, they all her their eyes half closed and were concentrating on their task at hand, jerking their hands back and forth at some rate, giving gasps and groans as they neared orgasm. Sinead was glued to the spot, unable to tear her eyes from the spectacle and could feel a moistness in her panties and had to fight the urge to slip her hand in there and play with herself, but her resistance did not last long and her hand soon found it's way into her knickers to rub at her wet clit. Back at the table the four soldiers had forced themselves so close to climax and suddenly one of them picked up the large biscuit in his free hands and grunted as he sprayed it with his cum. Then another guy came, firing his load across the biscuit and the table surface. But there would be no clear winner as the final two soldiers came almost simultaneously, again spraying their sticky fluid over the biscuit and the table. Cocks shrinking and still hanging out they gasped and the guy who had came first and so would definitely not be eating it looked across at Sinead as if she would be the judge. "Well what do you think......." His voice trailed off when he realised the pretty Irish blonde had her eyes half closed too and was busy playing with herself. He turned to his comrades with mischief written all over his face and in his voice. "Looks like one of us hasn't finished and is definitely the loser boys. Her, look the slut hasn't managed to cum so she should eat it!" All four cheered at that and rushed over to grab Sinead while the first carefully picked up the cum cover biscuit and as the others held her lifted the cookie to her mouth. They had prevented her cumming and her pussy throbbed in need of release and it took a moment to recognise the object being held against her lips. She made to shake her head but that was no use. "Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!" Chanted the soldiers and Sinead hated herself for doing it but she opened her mouth and took a big bite out of the thing and as they cheered and laughed she swallowed all four men's mixed cum. They held her while she ate the whole lot before releasing her and she rounded on them, called them all bastards and hurried them from the pub. She collapsed back against the locked door and could not believe what she had done. It was so nasty, so dirty, how could she have done that? Her head turned to glance at the table they had been sitting at and saw the glistening globules of cum plastered on the table and as her hand reached once more inside her pants she had the most overriding desire to go over there and lick the remainder up as she brought herself off. Whether she would have would remain unanswered as at that moment noises from above indicated that Mr. Jones had awakened as was heading downstairs to properly lock up and Sinead was left to wonder what on earth was going on with her. * Sinead could not get to sleep that night, she tossed and turned and all the while the events in the bar of earlier tormented her thoughts. No matter how she tried to justify things or apportion blame away from herself she could not escape the truth that she had been turned on by what had gone on and her body was excited by those horrible soldier boys. Worse, as she lay in her battered student bed she could not prevent herself reaching down and slipping her fingers inside her shorts and furtively playing with her wet pussy. Ashamed, embarrassed and confused, she was all three but more than all those emotions she was sexually excited and totally unable to deny it. A tension built up inside Sinead with each day that passed working at The Barracks. This was difficult for the young Irish girl to understand. She did not see the four guys from the 'biscuit incident' again but that night stayed with her and she could not shake how she had felt and believed it was related to this place and it's patrons and both their and her hostility towards each other. Despite this growing feeling of unease with the place things continued as they had done for Sinead, she learned the job more and came to know some of the regular customers and she seemed to be always a keen topic of conversation, in part, she believed, because of the various stories about her that seemed to spread through the bar over the weeks. She came to develop quite a spicy relationship with one particular squaddie that regularly frequented the bar. His name was Jeff and almost at once he and Sinead formed a Love-Hate relationship. He was nearly double her age at 34 and was fit and athletic with short dark hair and a distinctive black moustache. He was not slow in voicing his opinions on the Irish as a nation (having lost friends in the troubles there) and seemed to take a perverse pleasure in giving Sinead a hard time. Sinead for her part was more than capable of matching his wit (or sometimes lack of it) and the two sparked at and off each other on a number of nights. The bizarre thing was that both seemed to particularly enjoy niggling at the other and were they but to know it were turning each other on with their conflict. But whenever they were in danger of being too nice the soldier would always find something suitably offensive to say and remind Sinead he was quite the bastard too. She didn't realise it but she was becoming attracted to him and certainly attracted to the idea of proving to him that he was wrong. Jeff was always hanging around the pool table in the bar and he and his cronies spent entire nights there challenging themselves and anyone else in the pub. He was brash, confident and full of it and Sinead craved opportunities to take him down a peg or two. Then one glorious Sunday evening, when the bar was pretty quiet she achieved just that. Jeff had scored a petty point of Sinead by insisting she bring his and his friends pints over to them at the pool table rather than them going to get them and just as she placed them on the side of the table he made a great show of moving them. "Don't leave them there you thick Mick! Don't you know anything, they're blocking my next shot." Sinead shot him a venomous glance but could not help but stifle a chuckle as she stood there and watched him miss his next shot. "Something funny Paddy? Think you could do any better do you?" "Well actually Jeffrey (she found that using that name wound him up even further), I think I could. Mis-spent childhood and that." Of course he couldn't resist the challenge and within minutes the balls were racked and ,with Sinead keeping one eye on the bar, an impromptu game was under way. A game that both players were desperate not to lose. It was tight, Sinead was actually quite the pool player and in the end she proved too good and much to her and Jeff's friend's amusement it was she that potted the black after he had missed it. She proudly handed him the cue back and made her way back to behind the bar. But she never made it, Jeff was furious and reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. "Best of three, anyone can get lucky once bitch!" Sinead sneered at him, hiding her fear. "No chance loser, I beat you fair and square." They were at an impasse as he refused to let her go until eventually he dipped his other hand into her trousers pocket and pulled out his wallet. Pushing Sinead back against the pool table he took out a wad of notes and laid £20 on the pool table. "Play me again, best of three, you are one up, you win you get the money. OK?!" She really had no choice but to accept and proceeded to lose the next two games handily and missed out on the cash but it was the start of a month where Jeff constantly challenged her to games of pool when he was in and the bar was quiet. And with each game she won (and she won her fair share) the sexual tension seemed to rise between them until finally they did something about it, again in the form of a challenge. It was a Sunday night and again the bar was dead, Sinead was in a tight black skirt and low black top showing plenty of cleavage that Jeff and his mates had been ogling all night and as a punter left the bar Jeff called his nemesis over for their weekly challenge. But this night, for whatever reason, he went way beyond any challenge of before. Leaning into the young Irish girl he spelt out his desires bluntly. "£250 on the table tonight girlie. You beat me over three frames and it's yours, should help the schooling, eh? However, we both know you won't beat me and if you want to play for that money you are going to have to put something else up for grabs." "What's that soldier boy?" "Your body. I win and I get your body to do what I want with for the rest of the night. What do you say, deal?" Sinead knew she was good enough to beat him, it would be a close match, it always was. And that money would be real handy to her, no doubt. But it would make her seem so cheap. How could she agree to this? But also why was she wet thinking about this? She was a very conflicted girl at that point and maybe that was why she picked up a cue and answered as she did. "Tell you what hero (that was another nickname she used to wind him up). Maybe I'm not just after cash. You want to put my body on the line fine but if we are then we're putting yours up too. I win I not only get the cash but I get to put this (said as she aggressively brandished the butt end of the pool cue at him) where the sun doesn't shine!" The implication was clear, the atmosphere in the pub changed immediately and Jeff tensed up, stuck in a corner now, not able to back down but not happy with what this Irish vixen was willing to do. His mates looked at him, realising he had gone too far to back down and awaiting his response. He was put on the spot and his mates hung on his next words and actions, challenged and surprised as he was by Sinead's acceptance and reaction. "So be it then, but I'll tell you girlie when I'm finished with you maybe I'll do exactly that to you too!" The two locked eyes for a moment and although Sinead tried to tell herself differently she knew then that she was going to lose and strangely also that she would enjoy the English soldier having his wicked way with her. And that is exactly as it panned out, Sinead seemed to freeze at the table with such stakes and lost both frames tamely to lose 2-0 much to Jeff and his buddies glee. The bar was dead and Sinead made no move to prevent one of the cronies going up to the door and shoving the dead bolt into place. "Don't want to be disturbed love" he told her as he came back to the group around the table. The back of Sinead's thighs were against the edge of the pool table and she waited as Jeff licked his lips looking at her and obviously enjoying his moment, what he didn't know was that the Irish slut's knickers were soaking wet. It didn't take him long to find out though as he walked right up to Sinead until their chests were touching and very deliberately prodded her crotch through her jeans with his fingers. "Get them off, get the whole fucking lot off and let us see the goods. What about it lads, want to see this Irish slag naked? Go on love, get them off!" One of the other off duty soldiers fired the jukebox up with some pounding rock music and Jeff backed off enough to give Sinead the space to strip. She looked from leering face to leering face and felt ashamed that this was actually turning her on. Why? What was wrong with her? The young lass didn't know the answers but she did start to pull off her blouse and felt the incredible mixture of shame and arousal at the crude comments, wolf whistles and jeers that sight of her bra brought. "C'mon get that off too and let us see your puppies!" Sinead reached behind her to unlatch her white bra and let it slide down her arms before dropping it and giving the four men clear view of her chest. Before she had even thought of taking her skirt off Jeff's clammy hands were all over her tits, groping them, pawing them and weighing them in his hands even bending forward to take her left nipple in his mouth to give it a little nibble before releasing her and demanding she finish her striptease. She wasn't in full control of herself by this point, ordinarily there was no way she would have even agreed to the bet but whatever had possessed her was actually relishing the situation and she could hardly believe that she made no move to stop Jeff's advances or cover her nudity up, rather she swayed her hips and slid her skirt of then her panties to stand before the soldiers completely naked. Jeff could not keep his hands to himself and he pushed his fingers to Sinead's hairy pussy and they came away glistening with her juices. "See I told you guys she was a complete slut, just look how fucking wet she is!" He held up his fingers to show his mates and after they had viewed the evidence he turned back to Sinead, whirled her around and easily bent her right over the baize of the pool table so they could all gaze upon the sexiness of her pert ass. He leaned over the table beside her and held up his wet fingers and licked them as he looked at her. "Hmmm, tasty. But we'll get back to that in due course, right now I'm going to do something my little Irish minx that you should have got from me some time ago." And with that he slapped Sinead's bare ass cheek with the flat of his hand nice and firmly and proceeded to spank her, to the delight of his drunken friends, thirty times until her delectable arse was nice and rosy from the spanks. "Anyone else want a shot?" He was not short of takers and all of them eventually had their turn spanking the sexy young blonde, and while it was utterly humiliating to Sinead there was no denying that she was aroused beyond belief and desperate to sate her carnal desires by her treatment and situation. There was no standing on ceremony, when it was apparent they had all had their fill of spanking her Jeff stepped up behind her, seven inch, fully erect penis in hand and roughly pulled her thighs apart from behind and slid his cock right up to the balls inside Sinead's soaking wet pussy. He pushed even deeper inside her and then bent forward while taking a firm grip of Sinead's blonde hair. His voice was harsh and breath rank as he hissed at her ear while impaling her on his slick dick. "To be sure, it looks like your luck over my little four leafed clover. Because I'm fuck you harder than you've ever had it before and you'll love it I know. Oh, and I'm doing you like this from behind so I don't have to look at your fucking Irish face!" That last comment was accompanied with a hefty shove of his hips to thrust into her to start off a frantic fuck over the pool table. Jeff was so pent up and excited that he barely lasted five minutes of fucking her before cumming deep inside her, but what a five minutes the were for both of them! He used her hair to hammer into her hard and each forward thrust sent her forward harder and harder onto the table, rubbing her breasts back and forth on the material as she tried to bite her lip and hold back the sexual excitement and release in side herself at being taken like a common whore like this. His mates encouraged him as he neared climax and shouted obscenities at Sinead as they drank more beer. And when he had flooded her pussy with good English soldier cum ( as he described it) they were more than pleased to be offered sloppy seconds on the Irish tart. But first her mouth was put to good use making sure their dicks were good and hard and slippery. Jeff pulled Sinead off the table and made her kneel by its side as the other three soldiers presented their cocks to her dazed looking face. She opened her mouth and took the first one in, equally relishing and hating the fact she was nothing more than a piece of meat to these guys and they were using her like this. Jeff's mates were real assholes and as he stood behind Sinead and squeezed the last vestiges of his cum into her hair he watched as one after the other they stuffed their cocks deep into Sinead's mouth and proceeded to fuck her face for a minute before deferring to the next in line. It also did not go unnoticed that as they did that Sinead reached her hand down to her own pussy and was rubbing at it furiously. "Hey guys look at the horny bitch, tell you what instead of fucking her why don't you paint her face nice and white. I always thought those stuck up Irish bitches deserved to be covered in good old English soldier cum!" The words turned Sinead on more than they would ever know and she continued to try and make the movements of her lips and tongue match the fast pace the dick in her mouth was setting. Then came a guttural grunt and she looked up to find the dick pulled from her lips and aimed squarely at her face and then felt the warmth of hot semen splattering against her cheek, her nose, her chin. Before the first guy had fully finished she felt another load being fired onto her from the side, this time getting under her eye lid and stinging her eye, a blast filled her ear another found the corner of her mouth and slipped in there. A few moments later the third explosion cam, coating her face liberally with more man juice and by now the four men looking down on the bar maid could barely make out her pretty features so obscured were they by streaks and globs of thick cum. Irish Barmaid is Soldier's Cum Slut The four men found the sight to be highly amusing and as their spent dicks recovered they helped themselves to another round of drinks and tossed around ideas as to what they could do with Sinead next. Sinead just knelt there submissively on the floor of the bar covered in cum feeling more aroused by her treatment than ever before. "Tell you what boys! While we're waiting to 'stiffen up' again why don't I do to her what she was so keen to do to me? Stick the butt end of this pool cue right up her arse!" There were no dissenters to that suggestion and, careful not to get any of the copious amounts of cum that covered her body on their clothes they lifted Sinead back up until she was kneeling on hands and knees on the baize of the pool table. Jeff proffered the pool cue to each of his friends to spit on then he wiped some of the cum that had trickled from her cunt onto it too then carefully screwed and pushed the wooden handle deep into Sinead's arsehole. Oh, she wished she had never mentioned it now, but on the other hand this was so dirty and nasty and she was too exhausted to try and raise a protest as they slid it deeper. Then proceedings came to a shuddering halt as the door to the batter hammered against it's lock and the voice of the landlord, Mike Jones could be heard clamouring to be let in and demanding to know why his bar was closed. The four men froze for a moment then as it became evident the landlord had stopped banging at the door and was probably headed to the back entrance they got out of there as fast as they could, ignoring Sinead they unbolted the door and fled down the street leaving the Irish bar maid, soaking cum and kneeling like a bizarre ornament on the pool table with half a pool cue jutting out of her ass. It was quite the visage to greet Mike as her let himself into his bar. "What the fuck......." His voice trailed away as he caught sight of Sinead. "What have you been up to you dumb slut?" The fat Landlord walked to his door to find it now open and with a sly glance towards his sexy barmaid decided to re-lock it, he also didn't want to be disturbed. Sinead was aware that her employer had returned and was aware that he was seeing her like this and her cheeks burned with the shame of it (if they could be seen through the thick cum that coated them) yet still she could not find it in herself to move at all from her prominent position. She felt the fat pervert that was her boss standing beside her and if she could have opened her eyes would have seen the hard ridge bulging at his crotch and known her night was a long way from being over yet. Mike took it all in for a moment before laying hands on the pool cue and slowly pulling it from his bar maid's arse, the final inch came out to an audible 'pop'. He tossed it to the side and grabbed Sinead's legs to pull her over the table so that once more she was bent over it, still she said nothing, even when he spoke to her. "Looks like you've been a naughty girl, my silly Irish tart. So I'm sure you won't mind me getting a piece of the action will you? And as your pussy looks like its been filled already and that thing has loosened your asshole up some I think I'll use that hole." That at least brought a gasp of surprise from her but she still did nothing as Mike dropped his trousers and mounted her from behind, shoving his cock into her asshole and eagerly burrowing it deeper until his helmet was past her tight muscles and he could begin to ass fuck her properly. This was not what she wanted, she despised this man, hated him for making her suck hid cock to get this job and found him disgustingly repulsive yet why was she turned on as he fucked her ass from behind? There was no love involved from him, he just wanted a hole to ride and her asshole was the nearest, she was nothing but a piece of fuck meat to him and a younger and cheaper version that the whores he usually had to pay for. He rode her for a good ten minutes before ejaculating deep in her ass and giving a highly satisfied sigh and her arse a good slap as he disconnected from her. Sinead dropped onto her knees and before she knew it found his cock in her mouth with him telling her to 'clean up her mess'. She had started sucking it off before it even dawned on her where it had just been and what that foul taste was. And she still sucked him clean. He left her there for a moment, and when he returned a couple of minutes later she was still slumped there against the pool table her face looking glazed (in more sense than one). She felt a glass handed to her and the Landlords words. "Here, drink that and get up, you can't stay there all night." She had drunk a good mouthful before realising that she was drinking his fresh piss, the bastard had just taken himself out the back and relieved himself into a glass and handed it to her. She just had time to spray some out before her caught her up by her hair and frog-marched her to the door and tossed her, stark naked, into the chilly night. "And don't fucking come back you stupid Paddy cunt! You're fired!" It was a long and embarrassing walk back to the student halls of residence for Sinead that night. And although she never did return to The Barracks it had set something off inside her that craved attention and being treated like that. Even some ten years later and employed as a as recruitment consultant in London, Sinead Sweeney would get aroused at thinking of what she had done and wank herself to thoughts of being degraded and humiliated, so much so that she would even tell her story to a perverted internet story writer who could not be trusted with the truth or the revealing pictures she sent to him of herself.