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Bar Lady
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Bar Lady
'I shall never go into an unfamiliar bar again ! Never !' Tom swore . Not
after that terrible experience he had in a bar with no name in a town
with no name.
He was driving down through southern Washington and as dusk approached
was longing for a place to wet his whistle after a long day on the road.
Tom was moving down from North Washington to California on a summer job and
had never really driven far out of his hometown before. So when he bumped
into this small town he sought out the first bar he could find and lost no
time in making for the door.
The bar was crowded with a rough looking crowd and dominantly male.
He absently noticed out of the corner of his eye a couple of feminine
heads tossing around. But to a thirsty man, sex, women and hunger do not
matter so much as a drop of whisky and so Tom gulped down his first shot
and upped for the next. It was somewhere after the third round that he got
a rough push on his shoulder blades which he ignored. Whisky was the all
important thing and for a five foot eight inch man he needed a real lot of
the firewater. The next instant however saw him being turned around on the
bar stool with a force much beyond him and he looked up to see over the
rim of the glass a woman like no other he had seen before. She occupied
his whole vision and clouded it. In the maze of whisky and glass he
blinked but she wouldn't go away. There she stood in front of him, over
6feet and arounf 200lbs he guessed.
"Buster", she said,in a voice that made his genitals shrivel up " when Anne
talks to you you answer pronto got it. I asked you to buy me a drink"
Tom didn't know what came over him, maybe whisky talk but he felt his lips
move and before he knew it he told her,
"fuck off babe, go buy yourself a drink, I'm enjoying my whisky. Do not
disturb the peace"
He knew he was in trouble, because the bar sort of hushed up and Annie
laughed a cruel laugh and crowded over him. She gently but with controlled
force prised the glass from his fingers and with that same cruel smile
proclaimed to everybody,
"So, it appears this new guy here wants to acts tough and macho with me,
he refuses to act nice and treat me like the lady I am. Well buster, you
want to play tough you play by my rules and you will wish you were never
born"
"Hey cool it man,"was all Tom could manage before he found himself
suddenly thrust upon the counter top and pinned there with one hand while
annie porceeded to take off his cowboy boots with the other. he couldn't
struggle, he couldn't move, such was the power of her single arm. His shoes
came off, then his belt unbuckled itself in her hand and went flying
across the room . She proceed to then enffortlessly strip him of his shirt
and vest, till he was lying face up on the counter top in nothing but his
blue jeans. Every article of clothing and every feeble attempt at struggle
was met with another cruel smile from Annie and a round of applause from
the women and men gathered there. With cool poise and stlye she slowly
stripped off his jeans ,which left him kicking feebly on the counter top
clad in just his jockey briefs.
Anne then slid her hand into his briefs and felt around his genitals,
squeezing here, prodding there, kneading elsewhere. She twirled the tip of
his penis in her hand and announced to the crowd
" Uncircumcised, folks, the original thing !"
By now, the effects of the whisky was wearing down and his strength seemed
to grow but he was still unable to budge and she kept him coolly pinned
down to the bar counter with one hand while the other moved around in his
jocks. She then produced his foreskin through the side of his jocks for
the crowds viewing pleasure and put it back in to a round of applause.
Tom was now in true torment of utter shame and humiliation . Here he was
almost nude on the bartop with his legs occassionaly kicking in the air
and with his crotch jutting upward and outwards for all to see. She had by
now placed a folded towel under his behind to lift it up. He was reduced
to pleading and begging her for some semblance of his dignity but she
would have none of it.
"I'll teach you what it is to cross me, big boy " she snarled.
She continued to play with him producing different portions of his private
parts from the side of his jocks to a regular round of applause and
catcalls. She pulled out his testicles and squeezed them so that the skin was
tightly strectched over his scrotum and his balls almost burst through.
She fingered his arse and lifted up his leg, supported it with her shoulder
and then exposed his tiny button to the captive audience.
Finally when he thought he had had it all and that she woud let him go, she
produced from nowhere a pair of scissos and snip, snip cut off his jocks
leaving him naked as a baby on the counter top with his cock and balls
jutting out skywards.
Tom tried again to struggle but it only made his position more comical and
gave her further amusement because she enjoyed seeing him with his legs
apart and flailing in the air and his arse going up and down as his back
arched trying to move out from under her arm. His penis, by now in a semi
rigid state from her twirling was moving all over the place and jumpin g
around like it was on fire. So he laid back, tears of humiliation forming
at the corner of his eyes... But there was worse to come
Anne then lifted both his legs till they were almost touching his head into
a position which left his anus wide open and completely exposed and
vulnerable. His scrotum too hungout and he felt totally without any dignity
at all. Not satisfied in exhibiting his private anatomy to the world she
proceeded to pull apart his bum cheeks so that even more of his arsehole
was exposed and he felt that his skin would tear apart. Some of the women
came forward and ran their hands along his balls while a couple just
squeezed real hard to make him gasp. Annie kept fondly his arsehole and then
started putting her fingers inside and massaged his prostrate. Caught up in
a force beyond him he could only cry more when his penis rose up to
attention under her ministration and she laughed and imediately switched
to his balls squeezing them so hard he almost retched, the effect however
was to make his tumecsence rapidly decrease and this seemed to satisfy her
beacuse she turned around and announced
"see, I can make their hardons come and go at will, ha !
She stood back and looked at him contemptously. Tom had given up
struggling by now and remained prostate splayed out on the bar top with
his genitalia totally exposed between his widespread legs. A big grown man`
placed on the top there like a little child.
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