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The Bar Maid
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I quickly got out of bed and got dressed.
I work nights at this dark dank biker bar,
and the owner, to say the least does not
tolerate tardiness. I put on my short
halter top and short, short jean shorts,
my "uniform" you might say. At first I
hated the job, and the uniform, but I
began to see the effect I had on the bar's
regulars, and I began to enjoy torturing
them by carefully swaying my hips as I
walked, of course, always wearing spiked
heels.
I made my way to the bar, and entered
through the back door. "Whew! Five minutes
early," I thought to myself. I grabbed a
tray and hustled out to the main room. The
bar looked much like any other sleazy bar
you could encounter. About four pool tables
arranged in one corner of the room. A long
bar packed with lowlifes, and many tables
and chairs scattered throughout the rest of
it. I saw some familiar people, and realized
they were the regulars. One in particular
always caught my eye. I think he once said
his name was Killer, or something like that.
Anyway, he didn't quite look like he belonged
here, although he made up for it by acting
like he did. It never failed, I would serve
them, and turn to walk off, and "Killer"
would slap my ass, or pinch it. Now I didn't
quite mind all that much, as a matter of fact
I began to wish he would do more than just
that. Many a night I had wild dreams of
letting him have his way with me, only to wake
up sweaty and almost late for work.
I took an extra long time serving the other
patrons of the bar, saving the regulars for
last. I could feel his gaze follow me around
the room. From the look I saw him giving me,
he seemed angry that I was making him wait.
I finally got around to serving them, walking
very provocatively to the table. I served
them their beers and turned waiting for the
inevitable. Suddenly, Killer grabbed me from
behind and sat me down on his lap.
"So you were making me and my buddies wait,
weren't you?" he asked. "Now why would you
go and do something like that, huh? You know
I am very impatient, and I like things when I
want them, the way that I want them. You got
that?"
I squirmed around, trying to get away. I
could feel the bulge in his pants right
against the crack of my ass. I couldn't get
away, his grip was too strong, and I felt his
mouth on my neck, nibbling and sucking on it.
His hands came around and undid my shirt, my
breasts falling out. He began to squeeze
them roughly. Upset and embarrassed, I still
struggled to get away, but I couldn't. I
didn't realize til it was too late that my
squirming was only making him all the more
excited. I heard him moan, and I knew I was
gonna be in serious trouble.
"Looks like we got a wild woman on our hands,"
he said with a wicked smile. "But that's okay,
cause I know how to handle this wild thing."
Having said that he grabbed me around the waist,
walked me over to the pool tables, where those
patrons kindly cleared the way for him. He
roughly bent me over the pool table and ripped
my tiny shorts off, revealing my ass to everyone
present. He reached down and stuck two fingers
into my dripping cunt.
"Yeah, I thought so, you're hot for this aren't
you?" I grunted an affirmative and he undid his
pants with one hand while holding me down with
the other. He slowly rubbed it against my pussy
entrance, teasing me with it. I leaned back
trying to get his hot shaft inside me, but he
would pull away. He then aimed it and rammed
it right into my pussy, slamming
it in and out of my slippery twat.
I ground my hips against his, trying to
take more of him into me and I could hear
voices all around me cheering him on.
Hands began grabbing my breasts, fingering
my asshole, but he shooed them away. He
continued to ram into me, and I felt my
orgasm building. I came, my pussy grasping
around his cock, and I heard him moan at the
sudden tightness. I came back to earth, and
saw everyone gathered around the pool table
staring at us in awe. I didn't have enough
time to react though, because then Killer
grabbed me and laid me down on the pool table
while two guys held down my arms. He slammed
his thick meat back into me, and I felt he
was going to split me in half. I heard the
chants coming again, and I tried to struggle,
but finally gave up as I felt waves of
pleasure wash through me. My spiked heels
reached around to his ass and I urged him on,
my breasts bobbing and swaying with each
dizzying thrust. My hips ground against
him in a circular motion, and I felt him
begin to thrust faster and harder, and I
began to come again. I screamed aloud, my
body fairly vibrating with the immense force
of the orgasm. My pussy muscles clenched and
unclenched around his cock, and I felt him
cum inside me. Each spurt of his love juice
sending new waves of pleasure through me as
his cock jerked around inside me. I contracted
my pussy muscles and milked every drop I could
out of his rock hard shaft.
Suddenly my arms were let go, and Killer
grabbed me by the hair and forced me onto
my knees in front of him. "Look at the
mess you made, now you have to clean it
up!!!" And with that, he forced his cock
into my mouth and began to press down hard,
til I felt the head hitting the back of my
throat. His hips rammed into my mouth as
I sucked all our juices off of it. The
crowd around us even began to help pressing
me down farther onto his cock. I grabbed a
hold of his ass, and he began to ram it on
home. I felt myself gagging, but managed
to use the gag reflex to my advantage. I
could feel the cock sliding down my throat,
where my throat muscles began to grip it
and suck at it. He couldn't take any more
and he held down my head while his hot,
creamy load went down my throat.
He then pushed me away, stuffed his deflated
pecker into his jeans and sat back down at
his table. Dazed and confused, I put my
clothes back on. I went to the back and
washed up, and went right back to serving
the patrons. Now that got more funny looks
than what happened on the pool table <VBEG>!!!
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