Club Bar

By Daisy Rose

 

 

Description:

 

Sally's lucrative new job in the private bar is to serve the billionaire gang of customers in every way imaginable.

 

She is humiliated when the men quickly take and fill her for the first time, right there in the bar. Soon, she is yearning for the large, well-hung members of the club, all intent on emptying their loads into her.

 

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Blood humming in my veins, I slowly undressed in the middle of the bar. My fingers trembled and I was terrified and excited all at once. I wanted the sexy boss to take me then and there, but I didn't want the rest of the men to see me while he does the deed. The more I thought about it, the less it mattered who watched. I just wanted the boss's cock inside me.

 

I was done being little-miss-perfect.

 

By the time I got to my underwear, all the air in the bar seemed to have left and was replaced by a heaviness. The need for sex permeated the air and I felt myself being swept up by the desire as well. I reached to put on the waitress outfit, only for Edward to grab my wrist boldly.

 

"What're you doing?" he asked, eyeing me.

 

I had not gotten a bra fitted for a while and my breasts were so full they threatened to burst from the fabric. I gazed into his eyes, unsure of what he wanted me to do.

 

"Take off your underwear too," he said.

 

"What?" I gulped, looking left and right in panic, trying to find a way out.

 

"You're gorgeous, but the ill-fitting underwear ruins it," he said, grabbing my ass and spanking me hard. The sound of his hand meeting my buttocks echoed in the club and the men laughed.

 

"Can I go somewhere private?" I asked nervously.

 

His expression steeled and he said with a hint of iciness, "I thought you said you were ready for this job."

 

"I am!" I said hastily. "I'm just- I just- I-" I blubbered. I had never been naked in front of anyone before. The thought of baring it all to the group of strangers was as horrifying as it was exhilarating.

 

"Maybe you just need a little motivation, is all."

 

I didn't want to admit it but he was completely right. All I needed was a little push.

 

With that, he pushed me against him and slipped a hand under my panties from behind. His finger went straight into my pussy and I cried out in surprise. His finger was thick and calloused, spreading my hole without warning.

 

His expert finger entered me easily, pushing past the tight wall in my pussy like a blossoming flower. "You're wet already," he said. pushing another finger into my pussy. My insides throbbed and clenched tightly to his fingers, betraying my inexperience.

 

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"Aren't you a little too young for this job?" Edward Jones said, looking at me with those same mesmerizing eyes that had drawn me to the bar in the first place.

 

This was the first time he had talked to me and I was awestruck. His jaw line was even more pronounced up close and his shoulders were broad and manly. Clear hazel eyes glared down at me, making our height difference even more pronounced. I was wearing high heels and even that didn't add to my height enough. He towered over me like an angry god of some sort.

 

I looked up at him blankly, my mind not making the right connections of synapses to be able to come up with a clever response. Or any response for that matter...

 

"You have been briefed, yes?" he asked when I continued staring dumbly at him.

 

"Briefed?" I echoed nervously, feeling goose bumps appear on my arms as I thought about the odd call I answered just an hour ago. The woman that they had hired to appear was a no-show and I was called in at the last minute.

 

"Yes. Have anyone told you what you're supposed to do?" he asked impatiently, tapping his steel-toed boots against the wooden floor.

 

I felt like an idiot, but all I could think of was how incredibly handsome he looked in his leather jacket. "I don't think I've been briefed," I shook my head. "Samantha, the girl who was supposed to come-"

 

"You're not Samantha?" he said in a accusing tone that made my eyes fill up with nervous tears.

 

Get a grip of yourself. You're eighteen, not twelve!

 

"I'm Sally, Sir," I said, extending a hand in front of me.

 

"Well, Sally. I hope my idiot of a manager told you what you're supposed to do. I don't want you running off like Samantha too," he said.

 

I felt an instant need not to let him down and nodded eagerly. "I'm ready to do whatever it takes, Sir."

 

The corner of his lips curved up into a half-grin, half-snarl and I felt warmed all the way through. "I like that attitude. Have a seat," he offered, pulling out a chair for me.

 

 

 

 

Keywords: exhibitionism & voyeurism, gangbang, bdsm, sex in public, public humiliation, bare bottom spanking, domination and submission, mmf, teenage virgin