Tina And The Stuffed Pussy - Chapter 7 The Breadstick Dilemma free porn video

I sleep in on Sunday, determined not to show up at the Stuffed Pussy earlier than I have to. When I get in I am dreading Eddie’s reaction to my tardiness, expecting the worst. Instead I hear Eddie yelling at someone in the back room.

“How could you screw up something as fucking simple as breadsticks! How many fucking breadsticks do you think we can sell… we ain’t a pizza joint!”

I hurry in and start cleaning up, relieved that Eddie is too caught up in other problems to notice my late arrival. I just hope Eddie’s anger doesn’t spill over to me!

Around 11:00 a couple of customers stop in for lunch and to my surprise Silvia and Eddie still haven’t come to talk to me or even directed me on which uniform to put on. I decide maybe being pro-active will help keep me out of trouble so I hurry up to the two men and give them my best “good morning and welcome to the stuffed pussy! We are running a little behind today but why don’t I get you boys a couple of menus to look at while I slip into something a little more exciting and then I’ll be right back to take your orders.”

I hustle into my changing room and hustle out of my street clothes. I think better of skipping over the new vibrating panties for the more comfortable older version. With all the money Eddie spent, he’d probably be pissed if I didn’t let his customers use his new ordering system. With a wince I dab a little lubricant on the dildo and work it up into my decidedly un-aroused vagina. I then strap on my skates, pull on a halter top, and scoot back out to the customers.

“Well boys, do you see anything that looks good” I ask, doing my best to mimic Silvia’s easy going style of flirting.

“Boy do we!” the taller of the two replies scanning his eyes up and down my mostly naked body.

I can feel the heat going into my cheeks but I force myself to smile. “My name’s Tina, what do you guys go by?”

“This is Brad and I’m Tom.” I don’t think you’re serving up what we want so what do you recommend? Tom asked raising his eyebrows at me.

“It’s hard to beat wings and beer but our burgers and all the apps are pretty darn good….”

I was going to continue but get distracted as Silv comes up behind me and puts her hand on the small of my back. “Heya Teenster, you going to introduce me to these 2 handsome gentlemen?”

“This is Brad and this is Tom. I think it’s their first time at The Stuffed Pussy”. I reply, eager to please.

“Well Brad, Tom, I see you have met Tina, our star attraction. If you guys stick around long enough I am sure we can convince Teenster here to put on a little show. We aren’t called the stuffed puss for nothing!.. Matter of fact, I don’t know if Tina told you guys but it looks like she stuffed a vibrator in her hot little puss already.”

I turn bright red and turn my eyes down so I don’t have to see Brad and Tom’s face. It doesn’t seem to matter how much I “play along”, Eddie and Silvia seem to take pleasure in humiliating me anyways.

“Matter of fact boys… If you place your order on the touch screen here on your table you can light Tina up if you know what I mean…”

I don’t know what to say but it doesn’t matter as both guys are focused on the tablet on their table. They scroll through the menu and I see them start to select a couple of wings and appetizers. With each selection my panties light up and the dildo inside bursts into action buzzing inside me. I am still pretty dry but that somehow makes the buzzing almost painfully intense and I nearly jump out of my skin.

“Wow! Way cool.” Brad exclaims. Both of them are staring at my crotch in fascination.

“You betchya.” Silva says. “Now Tina… Eddie is putting together a new promotion for tonight so I know you picked out your favorite uniform but I think he is going to have you change into something else so why don’t you skate your cute little bottom back by Eddie and I’ll take care of tables for a bit!”

I am definitely relieved to be excused. Thoroughly humiliated in front of a couple of good looking guys, I skate back towards the back room where Eddie is waiting. On the way I almost trip as my panties light up with more buzzing inside me. While I was flirting some of our regulars stopped in and are taking advantage of the opportunity to place an order.

10 minutes later I timidly stumble out of the backroom in my new “uniform”. I can definitely tell Eddie is distracted because he didn’t molest me one bit while helping me figure out the array of clothes that I am now on display in. All he told me was “Silvia fucked up so now we need your help promoting our appetizer special because I have way the fuck too many breadsticks taking up freezer space.” I am at a loss how this outfit will help with selling breadsticks!

My uniform starts with some 3” heals which I am going to have to learn to walk in. My legs are covered in black stockings that end half way up my thighs. I then have a pair of black lacy panties except the panties are missing the crotch with 2 lacy straps that just frame my vagina and then connect in a lacy strap halfway between a bikini style and a thong that covers the middle of my butt. My tummy is bare and my breast are covered in a matching lacy black push-up bra. I am mortified as I tip toe carefully back into the bar. All conversation stops as all eyes in the bar fixate on me… and in particular on my bare vagina. All of the lingerie that I am wearing seems to only serve to focus attention on my exposed pussy. Somehow I feel more naked now than if I really was naked!

I make my way over to the bar and start picking up orders to cautiously deliver to the tables, mindful not to trip and drop any dishes. The restaurant is starting to get busy and I see that the sign above the bar now reads “Today’s Special! Hot Buttery Breadsticks $7.00, Cheese Stuffed Breadsticks $10.00. Order XXX Wins!!! On Order # 4 / XXX” The “XXX” is a pieces of cardboard taped up presumable hiding a number.

Uh oh I think as Phil, Eddie, and Silvia make their way up to me. It can only mean that I’m going to be expected to put on a show. I take a deep breath and before they can speak I ask “what’s the plan guys?” I can tell that Eddie and Phil are surprised that I take the initiative. Well and good! I’m not going to let them always lead me around like a dog on a leash… “What… don’t you think I know you are going to expect me to do something slutty as soon as the restaurant gets crowded? You guys never sneak up on me to tell me great job, why don’t you take a break!”

Silva seems to recover first. “Well Tina… seems like you are getting the hang of things. The thing is… we need to move a lot of bread tonight since I ordered too much so… we kinda thought up a promotion. Our plan is that if we get to a certain number of orders of sticks tonight the lucky customer is going to get you served up to their table along with their breadsticks and…” Silvia pauses and my mind races as I get ready to object to getting fucked by a table full of strangers but then she continues “and we figure they can eat out your hot little puss and see if they can make you come.”

I almost breathe in relief. Funny how your standards change when you start to consider being molested and forced to orgasm a victory as opposed to being raped by strangers.

“uhm… ok…. I guess that explains the new uniform… So what do you want from me now. We are only at order number four.” I stutter as I digest this information.

“Well Teenster… we need to communicate our promotion so we start moving the bread and the best way for me to get the bar’s attention is… you!” Eddie gives my pussy a lewd stair as he makes this proclamation. “So what do you say we get you up on the stage while I promote our special and your pussy.”

I sigh in resignation and say “Ok… let’s do it.”

“Great attitude Tina!” Phil says giving my shoulder a squeeze.

Next thing I know I am up on the stage standing next to Eddie who grabs a microphone with a flourish. “How are we all doing tonight.” The crowd gives a rowdy cheer already well into their first drinks. “Great to hear… I thought I would start the night off with a little show and introduce our food promotion in style. Tina, why don’t you hop up on that table, spread those hot legs of yours, and worked that cute little pussy so these boys have something better than me to look at.”

I should have known! But I know better than to argue so I slide up on the table and slide my butt back so I can lean back on one hand and spread my legs with my feet up on the table. I blush at my vulgar display as I slide my free hand down to my pussy and start to tickle my little button with my finger. Mortified as I am, I can still feel a stirring in my tummy and a warmth in my vagina which I know means I am getting wet.

Eddie lets me work my puss for a few seconds, not that he could have been heard anyways with all of the hoots, hollers, and catcalls from the crowd which has pressed up to the stage for a better view.

“Ok boys… here’s the deal. We aren’t going to let Tina cum just yet…” The crowd responds with “Boos” and Eddie throws his hands up as if to say “what can I do”.

“You see… we want to make sure Tina is all revved up and ready for our lucky winners. That’s right! Our special tonight is hot buttery breadsticks, and cheese stuffed breadsticks. When we reach our lucky hidden number, that table’s order will be served alongside Tina’s saucy little slit! That table can either enjoy Tina’s up close and personal efforts to diddle herself to orgasm… or participate and enjoy a little extra sauce with their sticks!”

This announcement is greeted with boisterous cheers and I am relieved that I will be able to stop my slutty display soon. A little too late I see that Eddie has come up behind me. “so to finish up here let us show you how we serve up gourmet breadsticks, Stuffed Pussy style!” Eddie puts the microphone back in the stand and then grabs my arms from behind. Silvia has one of my legs and Phil grabs my other just below the knee. They use their bodies to spread my legs and then I see the breadstick in Phil’s hand as Silvia uses her free hand to spread my labia exposing my little hole.

“Noooo”, I squeal as Phil takes a basting brush dipped with what I soon find out is garlic butter.

“First we slather our sticks in a healthy dose of hot buttery garlic.” Eddie explains in his best “how-to” voice.

Phil reaches down and vigorously “bastes” my slit in butter rubbing the brush up the length of my vagina and vigorously over my clit causing me to jerk and squeal. Then he twirls it round my opening before sliding the slippery brush inside me. I gasp and stare in disbelief as Phil lewdly fucks me with the brush slowly sliding it in and out of my puss.

“Then we bake our soft doughy breadsticks daily and coat them with salt, parmesan, and Italian seasonings,” Eddie continues.

“No, no, noooo, please!” I jerk and struggle to get away. My pulse is pounding in my temples and I can feel myself getting hysterical as Phil picks up a breadstick and starts to press it against my little hole. The stick is soft and about 1.5 or so inches in diameter and 12 inches long. Thankfully I don’t think it is stiff enough to slide inside me but then Silvia and Phil each use a hand and firmly spread my vagina and somehow the stick slides into my well lubricated pussy. Once the first inch is inside me Phil slides the rest of it home stuffing me completely..

“Oh god please!” My cries fall on deaf ears as Silvia and Phil let go of my legs and Eddie says “now make sure you keep our promotion in your saucy little snatch Tina.”

My vagina feels stuffed. Almost reflexively I flex my puss and feel it squeeze against the soft breadstick that is sticking lewdly 4 to 5 inches outside of me through the opening in my panties. I can’t believe they expect me to walk around all night with food sticking out of my vagina.

Silvia walks up to me with a sharpie marker in her hand and Eddie is pressing me down on my back on the table giving me a sharp “Hold still”. I hold my breath as Silvia starts writing on my tummy underneath my bra. She finishes and I look down and read “Ask about our Breadstick promotion!” followed by an arrow pointing around my belly button to my crotch.

“Ok Tina, the plan is you greet all of the new tables and explain our promotion. Make sure they know that lucky order XXX gets to snack on your snatch and ask them if they would like to order some hot buttery breadsticks like the one we slid in you saucy little slit.” With those instructions from Eddie I am hoisted back up onto my feet and Eddie follow’s up with a “Ok team let’s serve up some bread, Tina’s all worked up and ready for some tongues on her saucy little slit!”

I look around for a table without food or drinks and stumble towards it on my heals. It is awful, somehow worse than the dildo panties. I can feel the breadstick squishing inside me with each step and when I get to the table I barely remember my lines but then I remember that this table already knows the promotion.

“Well what do you think boys… does a nice buttery order of breadsticks sound like the ticket?” Both 40 something year old patrons are staring at the bread jutting out of my vagina. I have my legs slightly parted while I stand at the table for some reason not wanting to squish it. I can feel that it slid a little way out of me while I walked over and I self-consciously put my hand on it to hold it in place and then realize I better push it back because Eddie will be mad if it falls out. The men watch transfixed as I push it 2 inches back up into my pussy which causes some kind of sickening flutter of excitement in my tummy. Hating how my body betrays me I try to ignore my beat red face as I look the customer in the eyes and I am about to say something else but I lose my train of thought when I see the touch screen refresh to a picture of Phil forcing a breadstick in my vagina. Someone must have caught the picture when I was begging my mouth is open in the picture in what I know is protest but looks like throes of passion.

The guy stares me down lewdly and says “we’ll take an order served up next to your hot cunny. Go get us a lucky number!”

I take their order the old way and take it up to the bar, keeping an eye out for new customers coming into the club. When the door opens, I am surprised to see a man and woman walk in together. We get ladies in the club occasionally but they are definitely the minority.

I hobble up to the greeting station and say “Welcome to the stuffed pussy. Can I show you guys to a table for 2 tonight?”

The girl is looking at me in confusion. “What in the world kind of lingerie are you wearing?” She asks.

I blush and say “I am promoting breadsticks “Stuffed Pussy” style tonight. Our lucky winner is going to get to enjoy tasty breadsticks served next to me at their table. Our special is cheese stuffed breadsticks or hot buttery Italian garlic breadsticks like they stuffed in my pussy tonight. You can place your order at the touchscreen at your table.”

The girl is blushing now… apparently embarrassed on my behalf. “What does it feel like in your pussy? Does it make you horny?”

“Uhm… I…” I am taken aback by the blunt question and I have to start over to stop my stuttering. “it’s kind of weird… it’s not like a dildo since its soft and squishy… I don’t think I like it inside me but I just got done masturbating on stage so I am a little turned on yet.”

The girl turns to her boy and says “So honey, what do you think, does it turn you on when I talk to pretty girls about pussies and masturbating?”

He looks down at her and gives her a squeeze. “Sure does babe. Maybe if we get lucky I can help you play with her pussy later.”

I’m not a lesbian but for some reason this statement awakens the tingles deep in my tummy and I feel myself reflexively squeeze my vagina against the breadstick. I try to come to terms with how I feel about a cute girl fingering me as I lead the couple to a tall top near the bar.

20 minutes later I have led a dozen parties to tables, explaining to each of them about why I have a breadstick sticking out of my panties. I am just making my way back to the door when all of the tabletops light up with a jackpot sound. I assume we must have hit Eddie’s lucky number.

I look around for Silv or Eddie thinking one of them will be somewhere giving me direction. I see Eddie making his way up to the microphone on the stage. “Congratulations! Table 30 just placed the 143rd order of bread and for being the lucky winner they get a bonus order of prime young pussy! Tina, make your way over to table 30… Table 30, make some noise so our hot young slut can find you”

I look around, trying to remember where table 30 is and groan when I see 6 middle aged, over weight guys stand up and roar. I can tell by the way they stand up and hoot and holler that they are all well into their beers. I find myself wishing the girl and her boyfriend would have won. Somehow it seems more pleasant to have their hand on me rather than getting groped by a bunch of drunk old perverts.

Never-the-less I make my way over to table 30. My hobble has almost turned into a walk. I’ve discovered the only way to keep one’s balance on heels is to adopt a sexy “look at my ass” style of walking but I suppose that is the entire point.

“High boys! I strive to put cheer in my voice as I greet table 30. “Enjoying our tasty breadsticks tonight?” I try to make flirty small talk as I wait for someone to explain to me, exactly how I am suppose to “serve myself up” alongside their next order. Luckily I see Phil and Silv coming over with an order of breadsticks.

I am embarrassed to see that Toby has followed them out to the table. He seems to know the plan as he quickly clears away all the unneeded items on the large tall top table before heading back to the kitchen.

“Ok hon, climb onto the table and then you show these boys a good time. Just flirt, play with yourself, and help these boys enjoy your hot little body.” Silv says in her soft voice as if she is explaining to me how to use the cash register or take an order.

Awkwardly I use an empty chair to climb up and scramble onto the table. I self-consciously turn around so I am sitting in the middle of the tall top leaning back on my hands. I am still trying to figure out how I am suppose to do this while trying not to hyperventilate as the crowded bar presses closer to the table, getting ready for whatever show I am about to put on.

“Ok boys, here are the rules.” Eddie’s voice booms over the club and I let out a deep breath, anxious, but relieved that I am going to get some direction. “She’s all yours BUT…. Your fingers and mouths ONLY. Her pussy, mouth, and tits ONLY. Are we clear?”

The table lets out a decidedly unclear affirmation and the next thing I know there are hands on each of my legs pull them apart and sliding my butt to the edge of the table.

“AIEEE” I squeal in surprise as hands reach in from all sides pawing at my boobs. I look between my legs in time to see one of the fat slobs lower his head between my legs and grab the breadstick with his teeth. I see him start to jerk his head back and forth trying to fuck me with the breadstick in his mouth. When that doesn’t work he grabs ahold of the stick and slides it out of my puss and then attempts to slide it back inside me. It doesn’t want to go probably no thanks to my lack of arousal.

“Unf!” I grunt in surprise as that man between my legs jabs his finger into my vagina.

“Come on slut! Give daddy some sauce!”

I gasp uncomfortably as the man starts frigging my dry puss and lowers his mouth to lick my clit. Meanwhile two of the other guys at the table have pulled my bra down and are squeezing my exposed boobs alternating between pinching my nipples and grabbing a hand full of my breasts.

The hands holding my right leg starts pulling it apart putting me in a modified splits on the table. I start to panic again with so many hands holding and moving me that I am not in control of my body.

“Boys, boys!” I hear Silvia somewhere off to my left and I try to twist to look at her. “Is that anyway to treat a gurl? You boys heard of foreplay.... this young mare's inexperienced and needs a little attention before she's ready to ride.”

I don't understand what Silv is saying but I am glad the men have backed off to listen and I shift my butt and legs to a more comfortable (but still obscenely spread and exposed) position and work on slowing down my breathing.

I hear a low buzzing and then Silvia's hand slides over my tummy holding a small buzzing vibrator. She rubs it up and down my labia before settling it in place at the base of my clit causing me to gasp and let out a small moan.

“Ok, big daddy, I think she's warming up to your attentions. Why don't you keep Tina's little toy snug in her slit while you take turns snacking on her hot snatch.” I see Silvia back away and mouth a thank you at her before I close my eyes and try to focus on getting excited so I can finish and get away from this table.

Hands continue to grope and massage my breasts and different mouths, tongues, and fingers slide into my pussy which is now well lubricated thanks to the buzzing toy held firmly on my clit. I gasp and moan until I am thrusting my pelvis onto whichever mouth or finger is pressed against my puss. In the background I can hear the bar cheering which sounds like a muted roar to my overheated brain. I look down between my legs as a different man starts to rapidly fingering me while a different man holds the vibrator on my slit.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah..... ooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” I start to moan as I feel my orgasm getting close.

“That's it boys! Finger fuck that pussy!” I hear Eddie shout as he encourages the man between my legs to redouble his efforts at fingering my hole. And then my orgasm breaks over me and I start to shudder on the table. I shake as I cum.

“Aieeeee,” I squeal and reach down to pull the toy of my oversensitive clit. The man still has his finger buried knuckle deep in my vagina and is wiggling his finger uncomfortably inside me. I reach down and put my hand gently over his. “Thanks for the big orgasm” I murmur as I gently withdraw his finger from my puss.

“Well boys and girls. I'd say that was a job well done by table 30. What do you say we get a round of applause for Tina and our lucky winners at table 30.”

The bar gives enthusiastic applause in response to Eddie's acknowledgment.

“Ok Tina, why don't you take a 10 minute break and hit the showers before we get you ready for the next lucky winner!”

I sit up and Silvia and Phil help me off the high top. I am grateful to have a few minutes to hobble back to the changing room and recompose myself before I have to come back out to the bar.



15 minutes later I timidly walk back out to the bar, resigned to more humiliation and another show. Eddie wastes no time with an enthusiastic “Welcome back Teensters. I know you're probably feeling a little empty inside so why don't you come back on stage so Silv can get you filled back up.”

Judging by the crowd feedback, the bar has obviously been waiting and I see the breadstick count is already at 42 / XXX so I hope Eddie chose a larger number.

I make my way back up to the stage where Silv is standing next to a chair. “What do you say we change it up a little sweetheart and show off that hot little ass of yours...?” Silva purrs. She is wearing a microphone so the crowd can hear her question.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask knowing it is no use to resist or protest. Better the known debasement than letting Eddie get creative.

Silvia drags the chair to the front of the stage but confuses me by facing it away from the crowd.

“Ok honey, let's put on a nice show... come up and bend over the back of the chair and stick that gorgeous ass out at the crowd.”

I blush bright red but comply and let Silvia pose me like a store mannequin. She puts her hand on the small of my back bending me over the back of the chair so my tummy is resting on the top and my hands are on the seat.

“This is so humiliating!” I whisper as Silvia moves her hand to my inner thigh encouraging me to spread my legs amid a chorus of wolf whistles. I am sure they can see my pussy from behind but thankfully the lingerie covers some of my butt. I'm not sure how I have any modesty left but somehow it still matters.

“Wow boys, that looks good enough to eat eh!. Why don't you give that ass a little shake for the crowd.”

I wiggle my butt and shake it back and forth for the benefit of the crowd. Looking back through the back of the chair I see Phil make his way up to me and I take a deep breathe as I prepare for more food to be stuffed in my little hole.

“Ok, team, let's get this hot bun in it's snug little oven,” Eddie instructs over the chatter of the crowd.

I concentrate on taking deep, full breathes as I feel Silvia and / or Phil's fingers on my labia again, spreading me open and exposing my vagina to the crowd. Then I feel the basting brush sliding up and down my puss. Phil spends some extra time buttering my clit which unbelievably gets me going. I guess it is better for me if I am wet but I hate how my body isn't my own.

“Thatta girl” I hear Silvia purr over the speakers. “Get all nice and warm and lubed up for us.” Silvia's finger slides into my pussy as she says this and curls up towards my belly button drawing a small gasp from me. Then I feel her finger pull out to be replaced by the damn brush. Phil twirls it around my entrance tickling my oversensitive vagina until I want to turn around and pull it out of his hand. I am just about to stand up when he again slides it into my pussy and starts fucking me with it.

“Unh” I gasp and I look down and grip the chair while Phil vigorously fucks me with short strokes right at the entrance to my pussy. I feel my entrance stretch and then grip the handle of the brush only to be stretched again as he pulls it back out. I look down at the seat of the chair, struggling to keep more sex noises from escaping as I get worked back up.

I am surprised to hear laughter from the crowd and I am faintly aware that he is gesturing to the audience. The brush pulls out of my vagina and I feel the hands on my labia apply more pressure. This is it, I think, bracing myself to be stuffed.

“Hey!” I yelp as I feel an almost scalding heat press up against my puss and then it pushes in filling me up with a scalding heat. “It's hot!” I yell as I stand up, uncomfortably filled with a hot breadstick. Phil grabs my arms or I would pull the stick out of me.

“Don't worry Tina, we thought you'd like a hot stick in your hot little pussy but we checked it on our wrists before stuffing it home to make sure we didn't burn your important parts.” Silvia explains.

Sure enough, even though I am spreading my legs and waving my pelvis around in a ridiculous fashion I can feel that it isn't so much burning me as just uncomfortably warm inside me. I stopping thrusting at the air and go still hanging in defeat from Phil who is still holding me up by my arms facing the crowd. The crowd for it's part is roaring with laughter at my expense.

“Well Tina. How do you like our cheese stuffed sticks? Your tight little puss sure gobbled that one up!” Eddie proclaims. “Ok everyone, let's see if we can get to our next lucky number before that stick gets cold. We like to serve our food hot at the Stuffed Pussy!.”

Phil lets me go and I take a deep breath and hobble towards the greeting station. When I take a step I feel oil squeeze out of the stick and drip down my inner thigh. Self-consciously I wipe it up with my finger.

I spend the next hour greeting customers at the door. It feels like I explained my humiliating outfit a million times to every stranger that walks in the door. The cheese stuffed stick feels different than the other breadstick... somehow more firm than the other breadstick. I look over at the count and see it is at 161/XXX so I know we must be getting close to my next round of tormenting. As if on cue all of the tables light up with the jackpot sound.

I hobble over to Silv who is bustling towards me.

“Don't worry Tina, I sort of rigged it for you.” Silvia says and then winks conspiratorially at me. I wonder what she means as she takes my arm in hers and leads me back to the bar.

The jackpot noises come to an end, replaced by Eddie speaking through the intercom system. “Well boys and girls, it looks like tall top # 5 is our lucky winner! It's gonna be a little more intimate of an occasion. Tina, I hope you are up for a hot little threesome!”

Up ahead I see the boy and girl from that I greeted at the door looking at me. I try to read their expressions which seem a little bit excited and a little embarrassed. I blush as I realize the girl is going to be playing with me.

“Well Teenster, why don't you clamber up on table 5 and get comfy so our lucky winners can get their hands all over you hot little body.”

Resigned to my fate, I use a chair to climb up as gracefully as one can with a breadstick hanging out of her cooch. I sit on the table figuring to lay back with my head against the wall and my puss facing the open end of the table and the gathering audience. Before I can lay back the girl climbs up on the table and straddles my thighs.

“Hi, Tina, my name is Bridget and I am going to devour you!”

Before I can react to this she has her arms around me pulling me up and to her. Her hands are on my upper back and the back of my head, guiding me up her and then she is kissing me. It is way different than Bobby. Her lips are soft, gentle, and warm. I can taste her lip gloss and then her tongue darts out and slides between my lips, tangling with my tongue before withdrawing. I am breathless and panting amid the whooping and hollering of the bar. I hear Eddie saying something about “swinging that way” but it is drowned out by Bridget pushing me down on my back and covering my mouth with hers. This time I willingly open my mouth to her welcoming her tongue back in. I know I am acting like a slut but I am beyond caring. Bridget kisses me long and hard, probing deep into my mouth with her tongue and this time when she withdraws her tongue I chase it with mine, exploring her mouth and moaning into her.

This time when she withdraws from my willing mouth she doesn't go far. Her tongue trails a path from my lips to my ear lobe where she nibbles and plays her tongue over and behind. I can see her boyfriend in my peripheral vision. He is holding the damn basting brush. He takes the brush and runs it from where Bridget is nibbling down to my neck. Bridget takes the cue and starts planting kissing and nibbles down the trail of warm butter from my ear to my neck where she starts sucking in earnest. Meanwhile her boyfriend runs the warm brush across my lips and the leans down and covers my slippery lips with his. I don't even know his name but I willingly let his tongue enter and dance with my own. I taste warm garlic butter on his lips which are somehow rougher and more firm than Bridget's.

Now Bridget has the brush and she is tracing a line for her boyfriend from my mouth, to my earlobe, and down to my neck. Then I feel her hands behind my back unclasping my bra. I faintly here the crowd respond as my tits are exposed but then the brush is dancing over my nipples and then Bridget and her boyfriend are kissing and sucking on my nipples. My blood is pounding in my veins and I am a moaning mess under their attentions. I can feel my puss pulsing and squeezing the breadstick that is still inside me and I gasp and give a little squeal as the brush slides down my tummy and twirls my belly button before sliding down to my inner thigh, stopping short of my tingling puss.

As if by some signal Bridget moves down to kiss my belly button while her boy kisses a trail of butter down my leg. His hand gently urges me to spread my thighs and I comply willingly, expecting to feel his mouth or fingers find my over sexed pussy.

Instead he painstakingly trails his mouth up and around my puss, taking care to stay just outside my throbbing labia. I can feel his gentle breath on my heated sex. Bridget has my hand in hers, and guides it up to her mouth where she slowly slides it into her moist mouth. She slides my index finger deep inside her mouth and then slides her mouth up and down my finger. My over-sexed brain can only think of how her fingers would look thrusting in my pussy. I can feel my hips humping the air, trying to find her boyfriend's mouth which is now taking a second circuit around my puss only this time the tip of his tongue is gently tracing a path over my labia.

I am in a crazed place, making sounds that don't even sound like me, when Bridget works a path down my navel and to my inner thigh. Her boy is planting little kisses on my labia traveling up one side of my pussy.

They both pause for a moment and I let out a little moan of frustration but then my world explodes as her boy spreads my pussy and plants a kiss directly on my clit. He has his hand just above one of my knees pulling it one way while he works my clit with his tongue. Bridget has her body between my legs holding my other leg spread as she slides the breadstick out of me and replaces it with her tongue.

I buck helplessly against their mouths and then Bridget slides her fingers into my puss, fingering me rapidly until I shriek and cum stronger than I ever have before. I am bucking and shaking on the table and I can feel my pussy flooding Bridget's hand with my wetness.

When I come down I am blushing a deep red even as Bridget trails her girl-juice covered hand back up my body before trailing the musky juice over my lips. I think she is trying to humiliate me and my heart sinks but then her lips cover mine in a sensual kiss, dragging my musky taste into my mouth and then back into hers. She bends down by my ear and whispers “well that was fun, wasn't it”.

I slowly sit up and make out Eddie's voice still commentating, “well boys and girls, it don't get much hotter than that little production, does it!” This time I am inclined to agree with him! I get up off the high top and I give Bridget a big hug and then I give her boy a big hug and whisper in his ear “what's your name lucky winner?”

“I'm Derek and my girl is Bridget” he replies.

“Thanks Derek. I hope you and Bridget visit again.” I reply. Giving him a big squeeze before gathering up my bra and making my way back to the changing room to get cleaned up.

When I come back out I am hoping we are done “promoting” but it's not to be so. I see Eddie and Silv are up on the stage.

“Great news Tina. I think we have enough time for one more promotion!

I sigh and take a deep breath before making my way up to the stage. Through the course of the night I have gotten the hang of the heels. However, I haven't gotten use to the provocative way they force me to swing my butt as I walk.

Silv again has the chair turned away from the crowd and Phil is walking up so I take my cue and bend over the back of it humiliating myself and showing my puss and ass to the crowd.

“Thatta gurl Tina. Your ass is still as gorgeous as ever.”

“Splat”. Eddie punctuates his assertion with a heavy slap to my right butt. I blush but hold my position.

“This time try not to burn my cunny with your hot bread please!” I shout back at Eddie, hoping to earn a little relief by playing along and appealing to him.

“Not a problem Tina, your wish is our command. Only cool dough here!”

I am surprised by Eddie's ready agreement which doesn't quite seem to be his normal character but then I feel hands on the small of my back and on my labia simultaneously holding me down and spreading me open. I am surprised when nothing happens. No fingers molesting me and no humiliation as soft bread squishes into my puss.

The crowd lets out some drunken laughter. I assume that Eddie must be playing to them in some lewd way at my expense. I steady my breathing and tell myself “hang in there girl... you've already been through this twice... one more and I can go home.”

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Eddie looks down at Tina ready and submitting in front of him. Unbelievable how she is holding up to this molestation. She's really not going to like this one! Eddie looks at the tray of frozen bread sticks that Silvia is holding up to the crowd and picks one. He gives it an exaggerated huff on the end causing a frigid fog to waft up into the warm air of the bar. Some of the crowd let out raucous laughter as they pick up on where this is going!

“Not a problem Tina, your wish is our command. Only cold dough here!” he responds agreeably.

With that pronunciation Eddie thrusts the frozen dough into Tina's spread cunt. The icy dough spearing into her hot snatch receives the intended reaction. Tina's eyes go wide and her mouth forms an “O” in surprise before she shoots up from the chair with a yelp.

“Eddie!” Tina's yelp is a mix of surprise and horror. Phil again has her arms causing her to prance helplessly in front of the audience with the frozen dough jutting lewdly out in front of her.

“There's just no pleasing you Tina!” Eddie exclaims in mock consternation. “You said no hot bread in your cunt so I sent Silv on a special trip to the freezer to get you some cold dough and here you are complaining again!”

“Fuck its COLD!” Tina yelps, shaking her pelvis until the icy stick slides out and onto the floor with a hard thud.

“Bad girl Tina! You don’t get to just throw my gifts on the floor after I take the time to stuff your needy little pussy!”

With that proclamation Eddie grabs a second stick from Silvia’s tray and forcibly shoves it between Tina’s thighs, forcing it back up into her puss.

“Now! You keep that stuffed in your cunt or I get out the tape and make sure it stays in place.”

“Eddie! Pleassee!” Tina begs. “Its burning me inside its so cold.”

Eddie looks thoughtful. “Tell you what Teenster. You’ve been pretty good tonight so we’ll compromise. After all I don’t want to damage the goods. I’ll set a timer for 2 minutes… when the timer goes off we’ll stop the music and whichever table you are servicing can give you a hand by removing your frozen friend and then fingering your pussy for 30 seconds or so to warm your hot little pussy back up… then they can outfit you with a nice fresh frozen fuck stick for your cunt. How’s that for a deal!”

Eddie watches with glee as Tina’s expression moves from helpless horror to a kind of resigned acceptance culminating in a defeated “ok”.

I waddle helplessly back to the bar to pick up the next drink order. I know I look ridiculous because I am walking with my legs apart trying to relieve some contact with the icy stick. I am just taking drinks to the second table when the bar goes silent. Before I even know what is happening a crowd of drunk men has me by the arms and legs. I scream as I am held up in the air and my thighs are spread. I feel the breadstick pulled from my vagina and it is quickly replaced with someone’s finger.

I squirm helplessly in my captor’s arms as the finger in my pussy starts rapidly thrusting. Other fingers spread my labia and stroke my clit while still more hands push up under my bra stretching it out away from my boobs before it lets go and is ripped completely off my body.

I am screaming continuously in confusion as I buck on the fingers fucking my crotch while I try to get away from the rough hands that are squeezing, twisting, and mawling my boobs.

My confusion moves to panic and I scream “Edddiee Help!” “No eeeeeeee,” I squeal as I feel a second finger slide in and stretch my poor abused puss.

“Woooeeee boys! I think you got her good and warmed up! Let’s get her back on her feet”.

Eddie, Silv, and Phil move in and pull people away from me and I feel myself being lowered to the ground but my legs don’t support me and I crumple to the floor and curl up. I don’t know if I am sobbing, panting, or hyperventilating. My mind is just hoping if I stay curled up on the floor somehow it will be over. I hear Silvia and Eddie talking above me. Silvia is yelling and sounds angry.

A few seconds later Silvia is crouched down by me. “It’s ok Tina. We got a little carried away there but you’re done for the night”. She says “done” firmly and glares at Eddie who is looking a little abashed.

Silv helps me to my feet and I stand up unsteadily. It vaguely registers that I am topless and my boobs are again on display to the bar. Silvia hugs me close and helps me over to a high top chair. “We are all done with promotions for tonight Tina. Let’s just serve some beer and get this bar closed.”

I sob in relief and choke out a “thank you Silvia”.

In a daze I follow Silv back and forth from bar to table dressed in nothing but stockings and crotchless panties but just thankful to know that all I need to do is survive an hour serving beer and I can go home.

When the night finally ends and we close for the weekend Silv sends me home without even asking me to help clean-up the bar. I expect a visit from my molesting boss so I don’t even bother to shower or change out of my street clothes before passing out on my bed.

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