by Bridy McAvoy
“Are you hot, baby?” he whispered into my ear.
Keeping my eyes closed, I slowly nodded then pushed back against his shoulders and rose to my feet. I had an idea then and strutted over to Dave at the bar, beckoning him to move closer.
“You got a pack of cards there?”
“Sure.”
“Get them and shuffle them for me. I’ll be back in a second.”
I suspect he had an inkling of what I intended and he grabbed a pack from several stored behind the bar. Meanwhile, to distract everybody’s attention from him, I danced back to the middle of the room and really gave it some action. I shook my breasts under the camisole, my butt wiggling and bucking under the panties. I bumped and ground around in a circle, really feeling the beat, feeling powerful again.
Dave nodded to me and I danced over to him.
“Cut the cards, please.”
He did and I beckoned him closer and then kissed him on the lips. He laughed as he pulled away, so I guess he wasn’t offended at me doing that. Holding the pack of cards, I walked along the front of the bar dealing a card to each of the staff, telling each one not to look at their card. Then I repeated the maneuver along the rest of my audience, but deliberately didn’t give a card to Jim. I left the pack with him and returned to the center of the floor.
I’d kinda stopped dancing now, concentrating on the strip rather than the dance.
“Everybody, check your cards. I want to know who’s got the high card.”
They all turned over their cards, and one of the guys had a king—nobody else was even close. I beckoned him toward me. He rose to his feet, a big sappy grin on his face. I guess they all worked out some idea of what I was planning. I took him by the hand and led him over to the side. That way, when I turned around, everyone would be able to see me, see what was about to happen. Turning to face my audience, I maneuvered my willing volunteer to stand behind me, then grabbed his hands and wrapped his arms around my waist.
Leaning my head back, I whispered to him as I ground my ass back into his hardening cock. “Push your hands up under my camisole, but let me control how high, okay.”
He didn’t respond but grabbed the hem of the loose silk top and slid his hands underneath it. The feel of his fingers on my stomach was electric, and I gasped and writhed against him, but brought my own hands around to trap his and stop them rising to grab my breasts. That was what I wanted him to do but I wanted to control it, my way. I guess I was still on a power trip. Keeping my hands tight on his, I slid my hands a couple of inches higher, and he moved his hands up at the same time. I’d trapped the camisole between us so, as a result, a widening band of naked skin between the bottom of the camisole and the top of the panties came into view. Apart from the music there was silence in the room as every pair of eyes tracked the progress of his hands. I guess they were all jealous, and who could blame them?
Another couple of moves later and his hands were just below my breasts. I could feel his thumbs pressing against the underside of them. I could feel his cock too, hard from anticipation, pressing against my butt.
“Hold me as I do this, okay?”
“Sure, sweetie.”
His voice was deep and gravel-like. It sent a thrill through me, although, I guess, anything would have at that point. I took a deep breath and concentrated my gaze on Jim then lifted my hands, dragging his with me so his hands now cupped my breasts. Everyone else erupted in a cheer as they saw where his hands were. He started moving his fingers under my hands but I shook my head and he remained still.
“That’s for later, for now just hold them. You’re my human bra. Understand.”
“Sure thing.”
I dragged my own hands higher, and he remained in place as I whisked the camisole up to my neck. If he took his hands away now, they’d all see my breasts. He, of course, was enjoying himself. There was no way he’d share until I made him do so. I leaned slightly forward, creating a gap between the two of us, then whipped the camisole up and off, holding it above my head with one hand, my other hand snaking behind the neck of the guy holding my breasts. I didn’t even know his name.
“You can move your hands now, handsome.”
I quickly realized my mistake. I’d meant remove, but he didn’t take it that way. He started massaging and groping my breasts. Just the thought of another seven guys all watching this man take such liberties with me had my arousal soaring. I grabbed hard on the back of my neck as my hips shot forward and my pussy spasmed as I came without warning. Everyone hollered—they could see what had happened. As I calmed down, the guy slowly let go of me, baring my breasts to everyone else. Of course, they roared out their approval at the sight. I turned around, gave him a kiss on the cheek and, raising my voice, thanked him for his assistance and led him back to his place when he managed to get in another quick feel of my right breast. I tossed the camisole to Jim and danced for a few seconds, reveling in the feelings coursing through me.
Now just in my panties, stockings and heels, I danced back across the room and asked Dave to cut the cards again. I picked up the deck and, just as before, worked my way around the audience giving them a card each. This time it was a jack that won or, rather, a pair of jacks. Two guys had the highest card. This was working out better than I thought it would. I beckoned both to join me then moved to where everyone could see. Facing the audience, I made both of them kneel down, one on each side, then placed my hands on their shoulders to balance myself.
“You can pull down my panties, guys, but…you aren’t allowed to use your hands.”
The rest of the audience clapped and cheered as I stood there topless, shaking my hips from side to side with two men kneeling, one on each side of me. I felt like some kind of Egyptian goddess—I was that far along in my own fantasy world. They both leaned in and started kissing me on my hips but, as they worked higher up my body, they couldn’t grab the elastic waistband properly. They were good boys, though. They did as I’d said and kept their hands to themselves. In the end, I lowered my hands to the waistband and stretched the elastic away from my skin to allow them to grab a purchase with their teeth.
I whispered a final command. “On my count, pull out as hard as you can—not down, okay?”
The guy on my left winked at me. I could only hope the guy on my right got the message.
“Three… wait for it boys… two… are the audience ready?”
A chorus of yeses reverberated around the room.
“One… ready or not, here I come… Go…”
They both did as I’d asked. Since I’d weakened the seams on the panties, there was a loud ripping sound and the panties split straight down the seams, parting at the sides. They were both surprised and let go so the ruined garment fell down my legs, exposing my pussy to everyone. I’d carefully shaved that evening, making sure my landing strip was especially thin, and stopped well above my bare pussy lips.
Pandemonium raged as everyone realized it was a deliberate part of my act and the two guys rose to their feet and walked back to their seat.
I danced back to the middle of the room, spun around a few times so everyone had the chance to see everything, and then, just in stockings and heels, strutted over to a grinning Jim.
“Time, baby?”
“Time.”
He’d agreed with me the actually gang-bang wouldn’t start until we exchanged the signal. He rose to his feet and I walked over toward the table placed strategically in front of the pool table. They’d spread a sheet over it so it wasn’t slippery. He’d originally suggested using the pool table itself, but I’d pointed out that I tended to cum a lot when I was fucked, and all those mingled juices would ruin the cloth and he’d have to have the table re-covered. On top of that, the slate bed of the table would have been hard on my back and, although the wood wasn’t much better, it wasn’t quite so hard.
I led Jim over toward the table and watched as the other guys rose to their feet and, joined by the two staff who’d be taking part, start
ed to follow. Dave remained at the end of the bar, and couldn’t hide his interest in watching, if not actually taking part. In the mood I was in, I wouldn’t have minded if he had.
Lying down on the table on my stomach, I spread my legs apart so my pussy was on display and then lazily watched as Jim approached my head. His flies were open and his cock was out in a flash. It was time for my specialty and they all gasped as I took Jim into my mouth and then down into my throat without gagging. Actually, lying down I could control the angles better and it was, if anything, easier.
I could hear the comments from the other guys. They just made me hotter.
Jim leaned over me and lightly spanked my butt, making my ass jump but it was playful. I just hoped everyone else stuck to the agreed rules. Jim had assured me they would, but it was a little scary now I was getting down and dirty. I guess that fear factor just heightened my arousal.
Jim varied things a little. He suddenly reached for my throat and grabbed a chokehold. I started to gag then realized as he thrust in and out of my mouth that he could feel his cock through my throat. That set me off and, as he pulled out, walked around and then thrust into my pussy, I came, and came hard.
I’d worked out that by getting everybody worked up beforehand, none of them would last long. I guess watching me do a number on Jim like that and then cumming around his cock so soon got them worked up even more. They crowded closer, their cocks in their hands.
I tried not to look at what was in store for me, just concentrated on pushing back against Jim as he pushed into me. I couldn’t move too much, the cloth on the table made the surface slippery. But I could manage to fuck him back. I was almost ready to cum again when he came inside me. There was no real warning, no slowing down or speeding up, let alone more force. He just shot his spunk inside me. Three or four streams bathed the inside of my pussy and then his part in the process was over. He pulled out and, I guess, stepped away. The second guy reached for my shoulders and turned me over so I was lying on my back.
My head was hanging over the edge of the table and I gasped for air. Instead of air, I got his cock, thrust straight into my mouth. I grunted around it as his cock pushed my tongue out of the way and entered my throat.
I’d told them I wanted one at a time, not two at a time—it was one of the rules I’d established with Jim. They ignored it. While guy number two was in my throat, guy number three couldn’t wait. He moved between my legs and thrust in.
“Hey, she said one at a time.”
“Fuck that, Jim, look at her body react.”
He was right, I was convulsing as I came with a cock in both my mouth and my pussy—or rather in both cases buried balls deep. I could feel one guy’s balls bouncing off my butt, the other guy’s hitting my nose. Four hands worked on my breasts, pulling, twisting my nipples and grabbing and cupping them, squeezing even. The guy in my pussy took one hand away from my breast and started rubbing my clit. I came again as he did that then, one after the other, within seconds both came.
They both pulled out and I guess Jim held the next two guys back for a few seconds, allowing me to get some air. Then the scene repeated itself. Two guys fucked me at the same time and, again, as the one in my pussy pressed his finger and thumb either side of my clit, I came, bouncing around on the table. I guess my body moved so hard that I bruised my butt. Certainly I had a bruise there when I got up toward midday on Saturday.
Then the final two took their turn, and I think I came again at that point. I’m not entirely sure—I was quite out of it. So much for my plan to remember every detail.
They left me there on the table, just lying sprawled there for a couple of minutes, while Jim led everyone over to the bar and handed out free bourbon to them all. Once he’d got them occupied, he came back to me, carrying a towel. I have no idea where he’d got that from—he hadn’t fetched it from the flat while I’d been there. He wrapped me in it and, lifting me off the table, carried me across the bar. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on. There was a scattering of applause as we slipped out of sight, together with a couple of calls of “thank you” or some such. Jim carried me upstairs and at the top I insisted I could walk, then still with the towel around me and in a disgusting state, I tottered into the bathroom and turned the shower on. I stripped off my shoes and stockings, and dumped the stockings in the bathroom bin. I’d got a sensible pair of flats with my other clothes.
If anything, the shower reinvigorated me. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to do it again; didn’t want a guy anywhere near me—any guy. My throat was sore, and my pussy was so sore it hurt to walk.
At least none of the guys who’d cum in my mouth had got any on my hair. My face, though, was a mess, and I am not going to describe what I looked like between my legs until after I’d cleaned myself out—in itself a disgusting process.
It had been an intense experience, but not one I was ever going to repeat.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Jim handed me my clothes—well, my dress and camisole. I’d ruined the panties myself. He ushered me into the living room where I’d left my stuff and offered me a coffee. I shook my head, my throat almost too sore to talk.
He waited in the hall, and turned his back—that way I knew he wasn’t peeking. Once I was dressed in the less sexy gear I’d worn to the bar, and had myself somewhat presentable, the blue dress and everything else was stashed in the bag and I picked up my purse.
“You sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, thanks.” It came out as a croak.
“Okay, let me walk you to your car. Don’t worry, the bar doors stay locked until I know you’re well away. None of them know you as anything other than Sammie, and none of them know which car you drive.”
I smiled a ‘thanks’ and three minutes later I started my car and pulled away. I hadn’t said anything to Jim but I think he knew I wasn’t going back there again, even just to see him. I could see the look of regret on his face in my rear view mirror as I pulled away.
Chapter Four – Talking It Through
She closed her eyes and stayed silent for almost a minute as I sat there, trying to process what she’d told me. It wasn’t easy. The day I’d heard I’d actually got my doctorate—although it would be some months before I was given the certificate and allowed to wear the trimmed robes at my final graduation ceremony—she’d been gang-banged by seven men. Not gang-raped, gang-banged. She had it set up and had gone through with it.
The idea of her dancing and stripping for a group of guys I realized was nothing I couldn’t live with. If anything, that part had turned me on, even when she described how she’d used one of the audience to remove her top, allowing him a good feel of her breasts while he did so. I didn’t even mind that two of them had literally, and at her command, ripped her panties from her. If anything, that idea turned me on even more. The thought of her dancing and strutting around that bar totally naked, except for the ubiquitous stockings and high heels, made me want to have been there to see it.
What happened after that was much harder to deal with. There was the fact there were seven of them. I wasn’t going to count the guy who just watched. She’d been stone cold sober too—couldn’t use alcohol as an excuse—which I’d been prepared to accept about what had happened at the same location the previous weekend. Not forgiven her, not exactly, but at least allowed for mitigation because of the fact she was drunk. Then there was the fact she’d actually set it up—she’d known it was going to happen since the Monday night. She’d walked into the bar knowing she was going to be fucked by seven men, six of them strangers. She’d sat there in the bar for over an hour, wondering which of the guys around her had the golden ticket. Then she’d dressed in the sexiest outfit she could, specifically for that purpose. She’d returned to the bar, knowing they were all going to fuck her.
Finally, and most importantly, she was supposed to be in love with me. I was the love of her life, and a week later I would propose to her. She had cheated on me. Not just w
ith her boss—something I could get over if I tried. She’d also gone to the bar twice, and been fucked by a total of eight other men, meaning nine men had had her, while she’d been telling me she was still a virgin and was saving herself for marriage.
It was a wonder there wasn’t steam coming out of my ears. It was an even bigger wonder there was still any life in the marriage, and that I was still sitting there.
Actually, I wasn’t—I couldn’t just sit there.
Her eyes opened as I rose and turned toward the door.
“Si!”
I turned back. “I need some air.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just for a walk. I’ll be back.”
She crumpled before my eyes. “Please…please don’t.”
“I said I’ll be back.”
She bit her lip and slowly nodded. I guess she understood. “Promise me?”
“I promise, Sam. I don’t walk away from problems, but right now I need some space.”
“Wait one minute.”
She dashed into the bedroom and reappeared a few seconds later with my new watch and my phone. Without hesitating, she walked up to me and fastened the watch around my wrist, then pushed my phone into my pocket.
“Don’t be too long, honey, please.” As I slid the door open she stifled a sob. “I’ll… I’ll be waiting.”
