0 comments/ 86930 views/ 3 favorites Pete's Road House By: Miltone For Alisa * * * * * "I look marvelous!" Alisa proclaimed to herself as she let the fluffy towel slip away from her trim little body and looked herself over in the large mirror. Her long brunette hair was now perfectly twisted up and pinned back, held in place by a lovely old set of hairpins her grandmother had given her long ago. Her dark blue eyes were beautifully accented by the makeup that she had spent a half-hour applying; her wide smile was crisply outlined with a soft rose color. She puckered up her full lips as if giving a kiss and laughed to herself. She let her hands drift over her freshly scented body and loved the way her skin felt right after a long hot shower and a light dusting of powder. Her breasts were firm to the touch, her dark nipples stiffened easily and pointed upward. Easing down over the gentle curve of her belly, her hand wanted to spend more time near her well-trimmed pussy than she could really allow. Alisa looked over the clothes she had laid out on the satin comforter and began to dress. She slipped on a pair of sheer nude silk stockings and took her time smoothing them out on her shapely legs. Clipping together a lacy white garter belt, she adjusted the snaps to hold them in place. Stepping into her tiny white silk panties, she pulled them up her lovely legs and straightened and smoothed them out, loving the silky feel on her skin and pussy. She carefully eased her feet into a nice pair of heels, short enough to manage a few dances, but tall enough to make her great pair of legs look even greater. Turning around she approved of how the cheeks of her butt looked framed by the tiny strips of white silk and lace. She hooked up and adjusted a white satiny strapless bra, carefully setting each breast comfortably into place. Holding up her long white silk dress, she noticed the slit up the side and plunging neckline. She slipped into it relishing the luxurious feel of the silk on her fine skin. She struck a couple of poses, perhaps like those she would on a dance floor and noticed that her bra would play peekaboo, something that simply would not do. She wanted this to be a special night out with her husband and wanted to look perfect for him. She lowered the dress and removed her bra. Her breasts revealed the excitement she felt inside as she rearranged her dress. Her dark nipples protruded into the white silk and gave her an even more exotic look. Sure, it might get chilly tonight and she might miss the warmth of the bra, but it would be worth it. Picking up the long string of pearls, she looped them around her slim neck twice and neatly adjusted them so that they accented her cleavage exposed by the plunging neckline. She posed again, turning one way then the other, then leaned onto the dresser and pursed her lips up as if to kiss the mirror. Perfect, she thought. I look absolutely perfect! She grabbed her wrap, a white fur stole and slowly made her way to the top of the stairs. Her tall, handsome husband, Phillip, waited for her at the foot, his dark eyes looking up anxiously. She nearly melted when she saw the look on his face as he watched her step slowly down the stairs. His mouth fell open as he looked her up and down and his arms opened wide to embrace her when she reached him. "You look beautiful, darling," he said giving her a polite kiss. He held her as if he was afraid he would mess her up. They both knew there would be time enough for that at the end of the evening. "I am so proud to be taking you out tonight, Alisa Elena Nastashavich," he said. He always liked to call her by her full maiden name. "I must be the luckiest man alive!" "Are we ready to leave?" she asked pulling her wrap up around her shoulders. "All set," he replied. "We've got a long drive and we don't want to be late. This is an important party. Several big movers and shakers will be there and I want to be sure to make the right impression." There was no doubt in her mind what sort of impression they would make tonight. Phillip had the BMW waiting outside for them and held the door open for her to slip inside. He was such a loving husband, always looking out for her ever since they had met a few years back. In fact, he was really the first man she had met after coming to America with her mother and sister. They were poor Russian immigrants, but they knew this new country would let their dreams come true. "Did I say you look beautiful?" he asked as they motored out through the early fall evening. "Yes," she replied. "You always know what to say." She looked out the side window and watched as the suburbs turned into countryside. "How far are we going?" she asked. "Over to Hillsdale, not far, not even an hour's drive," he answered. "That's so far, I don't know how I'll be able to last when it's time to get you home tonight," she said with an alluring smile. "You'd better not say things like that or we'll never get to the party." The unfamiliar rural countryside they were passing through grew darker and more mysterious. Alisa pulled her wrap about her shoulders. Phillip changed the radio to a smooth jazz station. She began to relax and imagined the party they would be attending. It was at the large estate of an important client of Phillip's. There would be cocktails, a late dinner, an orchestra, and lots of beautiful people. Not a bad setting for a poor Russian peasant girl's introduction to American society. She pictured dancing with Phillip and thought about what she might do to tease him on the way home. Suddenly, the car began to make a strange sound and they both felt it shudder and shake. "What the hell?" Phillip called out. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I don't know," he replied. "The engine just seemed to lose power." Finally with a loud spitting and grinding noise the engine stopped and Phillip managed to wrestle the BMW over to the side of the road. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "I'll call for service," he said, pulling out his cell phone. After several minutes of waiting, he finally was able to reach an operator. "We're on US12 somewhere past Saline and our car has died," he said anxiously. With the car stopped, Alisa began to feel the chill of the evening, and pulled her wrap up around her shoulders. "So when can we expect help?" Phillip shouted impatiently into his phone. "But we're in the middle of nowhere!" Alisa reached over and placed her little hand on top of his. She looked around outside the car. There were some lights up ahead illuminating what appeared to be a sign for a restaurant. "Well, we have an important appointment, so make it snappy, okay?" He ended the call and sighed angrily. "What are we going to do?" she asked timidly. "They said to wait with the vehicle and they'll send someone out to help," he said, starting to calm down a bit. "She said it wouldn't be too long." "I hope not, it's getting chilly in here," she said thinking that she should have brought a warmer coat. "Well, this is what I deserve, not getting the Cadillac for my company car." They waited several minutes and Alisa began to feel chilled. Phillip looked over at her and then up ahead at the light for the restaurant. "You know, it looks like a little roadhouse up ahead," he noted. "Maybe we could check that out and warm up while we're waiting." "If you want," she said demurely. "I am getting chilly." They got out and locked the car. Phillip stuck a note on the windshield indicating where they'd be and they headed off toward the lights. Phillip gave a quick look behind and cursed under his breath. As they drew near, they could see the sign identified the place as Pete's Road House, Good Food and Strong Drink. A couple of cars and some pickup trucks were parked out front. It looked decent enough and reminded Alisa of an old inn back in her homeland. They stepped inside and took a quick look around. They were obviously overdressed, for this place was very rustic and casual. The room was dimly lit and Alisa felt as if she stood out like a beacon in her white silk dress. There was a long bar straight ahead of the door with a number of older guys sitting around. There were a few small tables over to one side, and a few more to the other by a pool table. The bartender looked over and checked them out. Phillip led Alisa over to a table in the corner and they took their seat hesitatingly. One of the men at the bar let out a sharp wolf whistle that made Alisa pull her wrap tightly around her shoulders. When Phillip raised his hand toward the bartender, the man waved back. "Come on up here, mister," he said in gruff but not unfriendly voice. "We don't have any table service." While Phillip went up to order some drinks, Alisa looked around the place noticing the rustic, natural wood appearance. There was a warm fire crackling nearby that gave off a lovely pine scent and rosy glow. A couple of guys were shooting pool. The men at the bar had been watching sports on the TV but when she stepped over to warm up by the fireplace, they began sneaking looks at her. One of the men who had been playing pool stopped on his way back to the bar. "Hello," he said in a pleasant, friendly voice. "I'm Billy. If you need anything, just let me know." There were some chuckles from those at the bar when he strolled over to slip onto a stool. She nodded her head and smiled at him. He seemed nice and friendly, and gave her a very admiring look. "Alisa," Phillip said as her returned to their table with a couple of drinks. He waved her back over to their table. "It's warmer over here, honey," she said softly. Phillip looked around and reluctantly came over with their drinks. As they took their new seats, Alisa noticed how the regulars at the bar were looking at her. The neckline of her dress felt as if it had plunged several inches lower and she began to feel almost naked in their eyes. She tried to cover herself with her arms, wishing she had worn something less revealing. "So what brings you folks here tonight?" the bartender asked as he went over to start up the jukebox. "Car trouble," Phillip responded. "I figured it'd be warmer waiting in here." "Too bad about that," the man remarked moving back behind the bar. "Stay as long as you want. Don't mind those dirty old cusses up at the bar. This is a local drinking hole and we just don't get many city folks out here." Phillip finished his drink very quickly and excused himself to the restroom. "Don't be long, darling," she said. He winked at her and moved off. Alisa sipped gingerly from her vodka and tonic. All of the men were looking over in her direction now, a couple were showing off their split-toothed grins. Billy slipped off his stool and sauntered over toward her. "Would you like to dance, miss?" he asked very politely. "No, thank you," she said modestly as he looked at her lovingly. "No harm in asking, I suppose," he said with a nice smile. "But you looked so alone over here. I thought I'd try to keep you company." "That's nice but my husband will be returning soon." He nodded and returned to his stool. "You gotta start polishing up your pickup lines, Billy," said one. "That's what I was trying to down," he replied. "Yeah, before she shot you down in flames," said another. Phillip soon returned and wondered out loud about the auto service. "I wonder what's keeping them? Maybe I should check on it?" "Well what sort of problem did you have?" the bartender called out. "I don't know much about cars. It just stopped running," Phillip replied. "Didn't run out of gas did you?" one of the men snickered. "Well old Joe over here runs the United Service in town. Maybe he could take a look for you," said the bartender. "What do you say, Joe?" "Hell, why not," said one of the older guys as he turned to face Phillip. "Where is it?" "Just a ways down the road," Phillip said pointing toward where he thought it might be. He stood up and took a step toward the door. "Why don't you come, darling?" he said, offering his hand to Alisa. "It's so cold out there," she replied with a shiver. "She'll be okay, mister," the bartender says. "Will you be okay?" Phillip asked her. She nodded. "I'll be right back," he said, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. When Phillip disappeared with old Joe, the bartender strolled over with a fresh drink to replace her empty glass. "On the house, miss," he said. "Thank you," she said showing off her terrific smile. A nice romantic country ballad began to play and Billy came over again. "Would you like to dance, miss?" he asked politely with a cute little bow. She looked around the room. "I don't suppose there's anything wrong with that," she said. He held his hand out and she took it as he escorted her to the little dance floor over between the jukebox and pool table. Alisa slipped into his arms and discovered that he was a wonderful dancer. He held her very gentlemanly, his hands behaving. But something in the way he held her sent a warm shiver down her spine. He held her like a precious delicate little toy, his large warm hand resting on her back, the other holding her little hand in his. As they turned, he pulls her up tightly to him and smiles down into her face. "We don't see pretty little women around here very much, and you are a pretty little woman. Your husband in a very lucky man." She showed him her smile again and felt him pull her closer to his warm body. "You have a wonderful charming accent," he said. "I can tell you're not from around here." "I'm from Russia," she admitted. "Well I've been to Moscow," he replied. "Oh really?" she said excitedly. "When?" "Actually it's the town Moscow, just down the road a few miles," he said with a cute little smile. He held her very tenderly and they twirled about the dinky little dance floor. She had never really danced with a man other than her husband who held her this way and made her feel like this. She felt herself warming up to him as he gazed down into her eyes. He had the deepest pair of green eyes she had ever seen. There was something about him that set him apart from the other men in the bar. She began to feel dizzy, almost as if being hypnotized. She returned his gaze and leaned into him as they moved lightly about the dance floor. When the song ended she smiled at him. "Thank you," he said with a nod of his head. Alisa headed back toward her chair, but was intercepted by one of the other guys. "Come on, honey," he said taking her in his burly arms. "Dance with me." She tried to resist by pushing him away, but he held fast to her. "Come on, honey, don't be that way," he said. The firm way he gripped her made her decide to go along. What could he possibly do on the dance floor? Besides, Phillip would be back soon and the car would be fixed and they would be on to their party, showing up fashionably late. The song was up-tempo and he began to dance more roughly with her than Billy, turning her about, clutching at her body, and getting bold enough to feel up her breasts through the silken dress. Alisa felt very uncomfortable and tried to turn away from him, but he gripped her arm tightly, holding her close to him. She had never danced with her husband like this, but as this rough, rude man danced so provocatively with her, she began to feel warm and tingly. She could see all of the eyes of the men in the bar on her, their looks so approving of her as she twirled about, the slit up the side of her dress showing off her legs and the lacy tops of her stockings. The plunging neckline of her dress was flashing little glimpses of her breasts. Her breath came faster and she felt her cheeks become flush. As the song came to an end, Phillip and old Joe came back into the bar. Her husband paused at the door for a moment, taking in the scene. He did not appear happy and strode directly over to her, taking her arm. "What do you think you're doing?" he said softly but firmly. "Is the car fixed up?" she asked, looking up into his eyes. "No, we have to wait for service," he said leading her back to their table. "I just called again on the way back. They say that it will take longer than they thought because of a bad accident on the Interstate highway." "Shouldn't we call a cab?" she asked. "We'll be late for the party. I know how much you were looking forward to going." "I know," he said. "I've been thinking about that, but they should be out here soon and we'll get out of here shortly." "Well, then, darling, if we're staying will you please dance with me," she asked. "I want to have some fun with you." "No," he said simply and firmly, not at all looking in the mood. "Come on, please?" she pleaded, flashing her big blue eyes and terrific smile. "Not now," he replied curtly, obviously bothered by their predicament. "Maybe later." "Well, I have to use the ladies' room anyway," she said, excusing herself. It was a dingy smelly little room back along a shadowy corridor. The room gave her a creepy feeling and she wasted no time. On her way back along the hallway, one of the other men, short and heavy set, blocked her path. As she tried to move to the side he grinned and stepped over to block her way. It was like a game with him and he laughed coarsely, as he stepped side to side to block her path. When she tried to push past him, he grabbed her and spun her around, trying to steal a kiss from her. Alisa struggled, but that only stirred him up more. "No, stop!" she cried out. "Please, stop!" Phillip heard her and came running. The man let her go and toddled into the men's room. Phillip took her arm roughly and glared at the bartender as they went back to their table. "I think we should go back and wait at the car," Phillip said sternly. "But it's cold out there," she replied. "Just don't leave me alone." "Lester didn't mean nothing, mister," said Pete, the bartender as he came over with another round of drinks. "It was just a mistake, all right?" As they sat together, one of the other men came over and sat in a side chair. "So where are you folks from?" he asked. "No place around here," Phillip replied coldly. "I can see that," the man said, looking meaner. "You city folks think you're so special. Well out here, we don't mess around pretending we're something we're not." "Please, just leave us alone," Phillip said, almost spitting out the words. "Well, I kinda like it over here, so nice and toasty by the fire," he said breaking into a rough looking grin. "Now, don't you think it would be rude to hog all of the warmth over here, right fellas?" "Just go away!" Phillip said loudly, nearly shouting. "Well, no wonder so many folks want to move out of the city when there's rude sons of bitches like you around." Phillip pushed at the man's shoulder. The man grabbed his arm and twisted it sharply. "Phillip," Alisa pleaded. "Please don't make a scene!" The man laughed at Phillip and leaned back in the chair. One of the other men came up and asked her to dance. "Or do I have to ask your old man first," he said loudly. "I make up my own mind," Alisa said looking at her husband defiantly. "I feel like dancing." As she began to dance with this one, she started to think she made a mistake since he was even wilder than the last. As he held her, his hands felt all over her body, clutching at her butt, feeling up her breasts, and eventually trying to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders. When she tried to break away, Phillip jumped up and grabbed the man, but when he went to slug him, he was grabbed from behind by a couple of others. "Why don't you just sit down, mister?" said Pete, coming over to take charge. "I'll get you a drink on the house. How's that?" Phillip took a deep breath as if trying to calm down. Wanting to straighten her hair and makeup, Alisa excused herself to the ladies room again, but when she went down the hallway, a strange man grabbed her. Pete's Road House "I ain't gonna mess around with that dancing bullshit!" he said. "I'm just gonna get me a little kiss." Alisa pushed hard against him with both hands but that only made him try harder. When his rough wet lips contacted hers she began to feel faint and weak, and her pulse began to race. She let him pull her close and he drove his tongue into her mouth. "Now you can say you've been kissed!" he said with a laugh before letting her go. Alisa reeled down along the hall to the ladies room. Did she really enjoy that? What was it that made her submit to him and revel in the pleasure of his rough kiss? She stood in front of the grungy mirror looking at herself. Her once perfect hair was pulling loose and her makeup was smudged. She began to re-arrange her hair and touch up her makeup. She fiddled with her dress trying to arrange it so that she was covered up better, but it was no use. These crude men were seeing what was really intended only for her husband and the guests at the party. But there was something about being here that was stirring her up, something wickedly exciting, something that was making her feel less like the prim shy housewife and more like a wild wanton woman. When she finally returned, a couple of guys were sitting with her husband, and a third one, the biggest of them all, was standing just behind him. "We was thinking," said the man seated on Phillip's right. "It ain't fair that your old man doesn't like sharing you with us. I mean you're so pretty and all, and I ain't never danced with a pretty gal such as yourself." "You ain't never danced with a woman!" Pete called over with a laugh. "Well now, there's a first time for everything and I need me a dancing lesson. Plug that machine for me, won't you, Pete?" He grabbed Alisa's arm and pulled her up with him. Phillip started to say something, but she looked at him and flashed her terrific smile at him, the one that she knew made him do anything for her. The strange gruff man held her awkwardly as the music began to play, pulling her close to him, slipping his leg between hers, pressing what felt like a hard-on against her belly. His breath smelled like beer and cigarettes. She turned away, but he held her close, grinning at her, his smelly breath washing all over her. When the song ended and she started back to her table, another man stepped up to take his place. As the music began to play on, the men slowly began to gather around her in a circle, taking their turns dancing a few measures with her, reaching out to touch her bare skin, trying to feel her breasts and ass. When the next one took her in his big strong arms, he kissed her rudely and roughly, his tongue probing deep into her mouth. Another man reached out for her, pulling her from the one. He truly had no interest in dancing with her as he pulled her to him for a wet sloppy kiss. The men started to pass her around, kissing, touching, and feeling her body. "Stop!" Phillip shouted, rising up from his chair. "Stop, right now! Alisa, we're leaving right now!" The big man behind Phillip grabbed his shoulders and pressed him back down into his chair. "Maybe we should all back off," said Billy. "This is no way to treat a lady!" "How would you know, Billy, boy?" called out the guy who had stolen a kiss in the hallway. "You ain't never seen a lady!" "You want to end up on the sidelines with her old man, Billy?" said another. Another man took her and swung her around, looking at her supply young body wriggling inside her silken dress, and kissing her wildly. The next thing she knew, she was in Billy's arms. He held her again as he had before, very tenderly and lovingly. But too soon she was pulled away by another man for his shot at "dancing" with her. The new man began to slip his hand up the slit in her dress, under the silk to graze on her thighs and hips and the warm wonderful curves of her ass. The others began to shout and catcall. "Stop!" she cried out. "No! Please stop!" As the next one grabbed her, a strap slipped off her shoulder and he pulled it down further to get a better look at her bare breast. He squeezed it with his rough hand, pinching the nipple. He spun her around and pushed her to the next waiting guy. The other strap is pulled down and both of her bare tits get squeezed. The next guy pushes her dress down farther and it falls away from her body to the floor. He easily picked her up and kicked the dress to the side. Alisa was nearly naked in just her stockings, garter belt, and tiny little panties. Her husband struggled to get up, but the big guy held him down, smacking him alongside the head. The man bent Alisa back over the pool table and began to kiss her breasts hungrily. Alisa struggled for a few moments, trying to push him away from her, but that only made him try harder. She decided to relax, thinking that would help, but then she began to feel the sensation of his rough tongue stir up crazy thoughts and feelings inside her mind and body. She looked over toward her husband, but couldn't see him through the crowd that was gathering around her. As the man lapped at her nipples with his tongue, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his head, moving it from breast to breast. "Oh, you are a little firecracker!" he exclaimed. "You want this, don't you!" Alisa felt her body catch on fire as he sucked her nipples into his mouth. She felt as she had the first time that she had been with Phillip. She closed her eyes and became aware of other hands on her body. She began to feel around, there were hands all over her; heads pushing in to kiss and lick her tender young body; and rough fingertips running up her legs and fingering her anxious pussy. Another man pushed his way to the front and began to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth. Alisa could feel two different sets of lips dancing on her tits. She felt her tiny silken panties being pulled down and off. She was scooted back onto the pool table; her hips were perched on the edge; her legs were parted and a mouth and tongue began to work on her wet pussy. "God, no!" she could hear Phillip cry out. Then she could hear some scuffling and a hard smacking sound. Her arousal was reaching a peak with all of the touching and wild rough kisses. The mouth on her pussy was replaced by the head of a cock. For a moment, she panicked and stiffened up. They are going to fuck me, she thought. Alisa had never had sex with anyone else other than her husband. She rolled her head over to look where her husband was, but still could not see him. She could not believe the scene she was now the middle of, the music, the smell of stale cigarette smoke, the rough hands and hot dirty kisses, and now the hard cock of a stranger knocking at the door of her womanhood. She struggled to pull away, but there were so many hands holding her and touching her, she couldn't move. And something deep inside her didn't want her to move. "Hey guys, come on," said Billy. "We shouldn't be doing this." "Then don't!" laughed one of the others. "That'll leave more for the rest of us!" "I'm going to call the cops," Phillip cried out. "Too late for that," said one, as he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open to show off his badge. Suddenly the cock at her pussy was pressed harder against her and pushed inside, slowly working its way in and out of her wet pussy. He picked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. When she tried to say something a beer-flavored mouth covered hers. Hands and lips were everywhere on her trim little body as she writhed from the wild sensations coursing through her. The man fucking her began to grunt and shout and shoot his cum inside of her. For several strokes he pounded her pussy until she could feel his gooey semen inside her. He pulled his cock out and shouted, "Yes! Yes!" His buddies all gave him high fives as he moved away and a second cock was quickly placed into her pussy. "Hey this table is too high to do it right," the shorter man said. He reached down and grabbed her, picking her up and, without letting his cock slip out of her, carried her over to a table to resume fucking her. "I can't wait to get some of this pussy!" cried out another man. Alisa felt him turn her head to the side and press his cock up against her lips. "Come on, Baby! Suck it!" he shouted. Not even thinking, only responding to her wild feelings and the crazy scene spinning around her, Alisa let him stuff his hard little cock into her mouth and instinctively began to suck on it. She could feel the energy of all of the men as they pawed at her body and she was reciprocating. She arched her back and ground her hips onto the man fucking her. She pressed her breasts into the eager mouths lathering all over her. She reached out and grabbed at whatever was around her. Soon there was a hard stiff cock in each tiny little hand and she began to pump them firmly. The man fucking her face began to grunt crazily and pulled his cock out of her mouth, shooting great spurts of cum on her cheeks and lips. Another cock is placed at her mouth and she began to suck that one too. Alisa reached for his balls and fondled them. She was thoroughly out of control now, reacting only to the hands and mouths and cocks pressing near to her body. The man fucking her pussy pulled out and shot his hot sticky semen all over her belly. Shortly after, the one in her mouth pulled out and shot his load all over her tits. Alisa rubbed the semen into the skin of her breasts. When the one in her hand moves down toward her pussy, its owner grabbed her, pulled her off the table and turned her around. He bent her forward onto the table and entered her sopping wet pussy from behind. Alisa could feel cum running down her legs. She grabbed onto the table and began pushing back against the stranger as wilder feelings welled up inside of her. She felt like a raw animal now, responding to the flurry of sensations burning through her. She looked over and could finally see her husband looking at her. The look on his face is a strange mixture of pain and horror, but there is a look of fascination too as he watched these men mercilessly fuck his beautiful young wife and he sees the wild look of pleasure in her eyes. The man slapping against her ass began to rise up and pound her wildly before shooting his seed deep into her pussy. He pulled out and slapped his softening cock on the cheeks of her ass. "Okay, Billy grab a piece of that ass before it's all used up." "I, I don't want to," he said shyly. "Go on, boy. That's some sweet, tight little pussy!" Alisa turned around and looked him in the eye. There was a timid look on his face. "What's the matter, boy? You a virgin?" one of the men called out. "I don't want to," he said again. "This isn't right." Alisa reached out and ran her hand over his crotch. "This part of you wants to," she said, grabbing his belt and inviting him closer. "I want you to." "Look at that, boy! She wants you to fuck her." "Fuck me, Billy. Fuck me! Please!" she said tugging his zipper down and reaching inside for his hard pink cock. Alisa stroked him gently letting his nice cock stretch to its full length. "I want your cock in me too!" Alisa slipped back onto the sweat and cum stained table and pulled his cock toward her aching pussy. She had already had more cocks in her than ever before, and wanted his most of all. He reluctantly pressed his flesh into hers and paused for a moment when his cock was fully inside her. He leaned forward. "I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear. "Don't be sorry," she whispered back, flicking her tongue out to lick his ear. "I want you to fuck me." Alisa lay back on the table, gyrating her hips, urging him to fuck her. She tweaked her nipples, wrapped her legs up around his hips, and thrust herself onto him. His buddies were cheering him on and she could feel the tension mount as he began to fuck her like a wild man. His head tilted upward, his eyes closed; his cheeks became flushed with passion. When he looked back down at her, she smiled at him, letting the pleasure he was bringing her show. He finally was ready to come. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted as he stroked his cock back and forth inside her. "Oh, God!" Alisa could see that he was ready to come and pushed him back so that he slipped out of her. She slipped off the table and knelt down in front of him, grabbing his hard angry looking cock. She stroked it firmly as if her hands were tight little pussies. She lapped her tongue at the head, licked the underside and felt his cum explode onto her tongue. Load after load shot into her mouth as she pumped him dry. Some cum ran out of her mouth and dripped down onto her precious little tits. When she had milked him dry, she stood up, her hand still gently stroking him. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry," she said softly. "You were the best!" The guys were cheering wildly as Billy tucked his cock back inside his pants and turned away. The others were sitting around, most of them had put their dirty tools away, but a couple sat by the bar stroking their renewed hard-ons. Alisa looked around for her clothes and saw them tossed onto the pool table. When she walked over to retrieve them, one of the guys called out. "Hey, Howard! You've been so good about babysitting her old man. Ain't it time you got paid back?" A strange cruel smile crept over the big man's face revealing his crooked and missing teeth. Alisa grabbed her flimsy silk dress and pulled it about herself. He strode over toward her. "Hey, big fella!" they called out. "Make her squeal like a pig!" Phillip leapt to his feet but three guys jumped over, grabbed him, and dragged him back over to his chair. There was something scary, almost cruel in the look of lust on Howard's face as he approached. Alisa tried to push herself back away from him, but he grabbed her and pulled her closer to the edge. She could feel his strength in the grip of his hand on her tender flesh. With the other hand he opened his pants and let them fall to his ankles. It was then that she saw his huge cock surging out from his body. Before tonight, she had only seen her husband's penis in person. This night she had seen a dozen more that were about the size of his or a bit larger. But she had never seen one the size of Howard's, not even the time she had accidentally stumbled into a porn site while surfing on the Internet. It was long and fat and had an angry looking bulbous red knob on the end. "No, no," she said fearful that he would rip her tight little pussy apart. "Go, Howard! Go!" the men shouted as if one loud wild voice. Still holding onto her, he began to rub his cock up and down the wet sloppy slit of her pussy, oozing with the cum of the others and her own sweet juice. "No, no! Please don't!" she cried out. Howard simply grinned at her and began to push his huge cock inside her. Alisa thought she would pass out from the feeling as he slowly pushed his way into her. She screamed, but it wasn't from pain she felt at first, for as he pushed in and pulled back, bit-by-bit, she began to feel sensations that had she had never known. Her entire body began to tremble and shake. With just a few strokes of his massive cock he made her come. She found herself laying back on the pool table, her head rolling from side to side, her fingers thrust down to rub her clit. The guys at the bar with hard-ons slipped off their stools and came over closer. One climbed up on the pool table and began to rub his cock on her face. Alisa reached for it and guided it into her hot mouth. The other guy stood close to her, put her hand on his cock, and she began stroking it. She was on fire! The shy perfect little wife was being ripped apart by a huge cock, was stuffing a second one in her mouth, and jerking a third one off with her hand. The thick cock in her mouth muffled her cries as she writhed about atop the pool table. Howard began to grunt loudly as his huge cock plunged in and out of her. Alisa could feel it far up inside her, banging against her cervix. She felt orgasm after orgasm sweep over her. The one with his cock in her mouth pulled out and let his semen fly in huge streamers over her face and neck and tits. The one in her hand moved up onto the table and thrust his cock into her mouth. When she reached out and began to fondle his balls, it didn't take long for him to come and he shot his seed deep into her mouth. She turned her face to the side and let it run out the corner of her mouth as he labored to catch his breath. As he backed away to the high fives of his pals, Howard reached down, grabbed her, and picked her up from the table. He gripped her firmly by the ass and stood upright. For several minutes, he stood like a big oak, moving her pussy up and down the length of his cock. She was powerless in his grasp, like a puppet on a string. Then he stumbled over to a table and set her back down. Alisa lay back, her arms above her head. "Howie! Howie! Howie!" the men chanted above the sound of the music as Howard plunged his cock in and out of her. Alisa screamed and cried out with pleasure. It was as if there was nothing else around her, no men cheering like wild animals, no husband looking on in agony, no smoky bar. Nothing else existed but the huge cock pumping in and out of her pussy and she felt delirious. She had never known that sex could take her to such levels of pleasure. Finally she could feel Howard pump furiously and after a series of grunts and groans he began to come. "Howie! Howie! Howie!" the men chanted. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Howard grunted. He pulled himself out of her and shot the last few loads into the air. Like a giant red squirt gun, his cock spit out great streams of cum, high up into the air to land on her, on the table, and on the floor. The men cheered and applauded. Alisa lay limp and spent on the pool table for a few minutes. Finally Billy came over to help her up. "Here, let me help you get cleaned up," he said tenderly, almost apologetically. Alisa slipped off the table and reached for her clothes. "Not so fast, little missy," said Pete, the bartender. "I think you've got one more customer." Alisa took a quick look around, but didn't see any other lustful faces. "Now, I think that your old man over there has been such a good sport about all of this, I think that you owe him a little treat too. What do you think guys?" "Yeah! Yeah!" they shouted. "Go ahead champ!" Phillip was pulled out of his chair and pushed over to his lovely young wife. There was a bruise on his left cheek and his necktie was askew. He moved slowly as if the sight of her repulsed him. Her hair was disheveled, the cum of these crude men seeping from her mouth and pussy, dribbled all over her perfect little body, as if she was some sort of whore. "Go on man," said one stepping up behind Phillip. "What's the matter, you can't get it up? Is that why she loves it so much, cause she don't get enough from you?" Phillip only gave him a dirty look. "Come on honey, it looks like you old man needs a little help," he said. "Come on give him a hand." Alisa wanted to show him that she stil loved him and quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. She pulled his belt open and unfastened his pants. There was a big telltale wet spot on the crotch so she quickly pulled his briefs down and grabbed onto his semi-erect cock. There was the salty taste of precum on the head as she began to suck his cock into her mouth. "Come on, darling," she coaxed him. "I want you now. I need you more than ever!" She stood up and pulled him by the cock back toward the table. "You know I belong to you, so take back what's yours," she said. Phillip looked down at her red swollen cum-dripping pussy, and gingerly rubbed his cock there. Pete's Road House "Say, fellas," said Pete. "You know, since she is his old lady and all, it ain't really fair that he gets sloppy seconds, or thirds, or whatever it is." "Yeah! Yeah!" they shouted out. "What say, he gives it to her up the ass?" "Yeah! Yeah!" they shouted out even louder. A couple of men went over and took her by the arms, pulled her off the table and spun her around. Pushing her face down onto the table they spread the cheeks of her ass apart and began to poke their fingers inside her. "What's the matter, mister?" one of them remarked. "Never fuck her up the poop chute?" "Phillip, fuck me!" she cried out weakly, reaching back to grab for him. "Go ahead, just do as they say!" Phillip looked around hopelessly as if he knew there was only one way to end all of this. The sight of her bent over, her skinny little ass spread far apart was turning him on. He rubbed his stiff cock on her wet pussy, collecting the sticky cum of these strangers and then placed it at the tight little rosebud of her anus. "Phillip, fuck my ass!" she called out impatiently, for she too knew there was only one way to end all of this, this horrible and exciting scene that had stirred up feelings in her that she never knew were there, feelings that scared her but also brought her great pleasure. Phillip slowly began to push his cock up her ass. She pressed back against him. To the cheers and shouts of the onlookers, they began what they hoped would be the final act in this play of debauchery. Slowly picking up speed, Phillip began to ram his way into the ass of his pretty young wife and she was going wild. She thrashed about the table, shouting out with pleasure; she pushed back against him with each stroke; she reached down to finger her clit, bringing on wave after wave of carnal delight. Her breasts wiggled furiously as they humped together, rebuilding the lovemaking that had made their marriage so secure and loving. Phillip could last no longer. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted as he started to come. Alisa could feel his semen shoot off deep inside her ass. She writhed in the extreme pleasure of the moment and then fell down spent and exhausted on top of the pool table. She felt Phillip lean forward almost as if embracing her once more. The men had grown silent. The music still played on and a couple of the men had already turned back to their beers. Billy came up and offered to help them, but Phillip brushed him away. Alisa grabbed her clothes and went with Phillip to clean up. "Oh, Phillip, what are we going to do now?" she asked him as they slipped inside the men's room. Ever since she had known him, he had always been so wise and strong. He would know what to do. "We're going to get cleaned up and we're going to get the fuck out of here!" They started to do just that. Phillip helped her clean herself up, get dressed and rearrange herself as best as possible. As they timidly re-entered the barroom, a stranger entered the front door. "Is there somebody waiting here for service?" the mechanic shouted into the bar. "You're too late!" said Pete, the bartender. "Everybody here has already been serviced!"