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Part 2.
“I knew you’d be back!” Gary said as he greeted me.
“Of course, you did say the job was mine!” I laughed.
“You still on for that stag tomorrow night?” He asked.
“You bet, looking forward to it,” I replied.
“Good, but its fifteen now, still ok?”
“I told you last night, I can handle twenty,” I said, wondering if I really could handle even ten. It was a fantasy. A fantasy I was anxious to experience.
I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted.
“Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.
“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but tonight wore white satin shorts, very brief, very tight, the outline of her pussy clearly visible.
I was about to take my drink into the changing room, when I saw a young guy I knew. Fuck. He’d already seen me. He was a friend of my friends son.
“Hi Wendy,” he said, “fancy meeting you here.”
He looked at me with hungry eyes, as he looked me up and down. I was dressed liked a slut, I had hoped I’d blend in here. The ultra short mini skirt, light tan tonight, and a tight black lycra top. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only my second night.
“And you too, but nice to see you,” I said brazening it out.
“Look Wendy, would you mind not mentioning to anybody you saw me here. It wouldn’t go down well……….” He left the sentence hanging in the air.
“No, no of course not, I won’t say a word. We were never here,” I said walking him to a quiet corner, away from the stage where Julie was spreading her legs so the punters could get a better view of her shaven cunt, as she peeled back her outer labia.
“So what are you doing here,” I asked.
“Oh you know, just popped in for a drink, I didn’t know this was a………..”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” I said.
“Its so embarrassing,” he said.
“Don’t I know it. I have to come here every so often, to advise the owners son, you know in my work. But look I don’t want the college finding out, its rather delicate. You see, I’m moonlighting, and they wouldn’t like it, the college I mean. You do understand don’t you. So I’ll keep your secret, if you…….”
“God, yes, yes Wendy, I never thought………anyway, I must go.”
As I span round on my stool, I saw two women being fucked in a booth. Now Gary had told me, that was a no, no. Something made me look closer. “Fuck me” I thought, that’s Stephanie, my friend Steph. Jesus. Just then she looked up, as a Mediterranean looking guy pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. The girl at the bar was watching her, as were several of the customers. She smiled at me. Recognised me? Another girl was in the booth, also being fucked. I couldn’t see her clearly, but there was something familiar about her. I walked towards the door, and said goodbye to the guy, whose name I still hadn’t remembered, then headed for the changing room, hoping she’d not seen me, but fearing she had.
I sat down at the dressing table. I’d already stripped off to do my makeup.
“Had I really seen Steph being fucked in the club?” I asked myself, as I applied my eye liner.
“No couldn’t have been!” I thought. “But it was her,” I had no doubts. My best friend, married mother of two teenagers.
“Fuck, you just never know,” I said out loud.
“Never know what?” A voice answered.
I looked up. It was my friend from yesterday. The girl from the sex shop.
“Oh hi,” I said. “Look thanks for pointing me over here. As you can see, I got the job!”
“I saw, last night I mean, watched your performance, little rusty at first, but not bad, so what do you never know?” She asked.
“Oh, only that I just watched a woman being fucked out front, in one of the booths. She looked familiar, must have worked with her somewhere,” I said.
“Well, the two you are talking about are Steph and Suzie.”
Suzie, of coarse Suzie. That’s why she looked so familiar.
“I’ve just been introduced. She’s just done some work for Gary’ mate Baz.” She continued.
“Baz?” I asked.
“Dirty little bastard, worse than Gary in that respect. Makes porno films, amongst other things. So which one did you work with?”
“Oh Steph,” I replied.
I danced, wearing a black mask. Stripped, and writhed on the stage. I had their attention, held it, and worked the stage. A youngster on the edge of the stage, watched me, I danced for him, keeping eye contact. He should, I knew have been at home studying. His final exams were just two weeks off, but he was here, watching his counsellor spread her pussy. I showed him pink, slipped a finger inside myself, then two. His eyes were on stalks, he watched, as on all fours, I crawled towards him. I kissed him lightly on the lips, then popped my two wet fingers in his mouth. He blushed deep red. And so he should, this morning he’d been looking up my skirt as I discussed the importance of a good CV. Tonight he’d watched me dance naked, then sucked my fingers hot and wet from my cunt. I walked around the club wearing just heels and my mask, and of course a garter on each thigh. Garters that were now full of bank notes.
He was there beside me, my young student.
“Can I……….” he said summoning his courage. “Can I have a private dance please.”
I looked at him, from behind my mask. He shouldn’t be here. He was too young, and should be studying. But I wasn’t his mother, his tutor, yes, mother no.
“You pay at the bar, while you’re there, tell the barmaid to bring me a drink sweetie,” I said.
He was nervous, I wondered if he was a virgin. That would be nice. I squeezed his cock thorough his trousers, then sat back, legs spread, while he undressed. His cock was hard. I guided him between my legs, then changed my mind, and knelt instead, closing my painted lips over that young cock. He shivered, and his cock throbbed. I pinched it hard, at its base. His urge to come subsided. I stared again, slowly. He was hard again, thanks to my tongue. The barmaid delivered my drink as I sucked him.
I stopped, and took a mouth full of the cold liquid, and smiled my thanks. Then as she watched, pushed the boy wonder onto his back, and straddled him, I sank down his cock, but before I had it all, he came. His come was hot, as I felt it flood me. He groaned, and I took another sip of my lime and soda, then handed the girl the empty glass. She smiled, and left, as I dismounted from the softening cock.
“It’ll be better next time,” I said. “First time is always like that.”
“I hope so, I’m going to a stag tomorrow night with my mates,” he said.
“Then you’ll be fine, I’ll be there. Look, I’ll blow you first, then you’ll be fine. Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re ok sweetie.”
“A counsellor at my college always calls me sweetie, and she’s gorgeous, just like you, thanks,” he said.
I ate my lunch. Tuna salad. I wasn’t hungry. I was nervous, and excited, all at the same time.
“bloody football team, they are unmanageable. Too much testosterone.”
I listened, as my colleagues discussed the dreaded football team. My team.
“And today, they are even worse, thank God its Friday, maybe they’re get it out of their systems tonight.” One continued. “Perhaps they’ll get it out of there systems at the stag.”
“You would say that, you’re a man. I think its disgusting. Can’t we give them all detention?” I asked.
“All evening, come on Wendy, there is a limit to what we can do,” he answered.
My pussy was wet, my stomach was doing cartwheels. I picked up my tray, my hands trembling. Trembling with excitement I walked away form the table.
“Talk about a prude, and her a looker as well……….”
The house wasn’t far from the club. I arrived early, as it would never do for the football team to see me going in. I dressed, or rather undressed. I peeled off the leather mini skirt I was wearing, and stood in my heels, with just the black body on. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked good. Toned, my breast scontained by the see through mesh.
“Fuck, you look good Wendy!” Gary said, making me jump.
“Glad you approve boss,” I replied.
“I could just fuck you myself, right now!”
“Well, if you want to, but do we have time?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Sadly not, the little bastards are here, give them twenty minutes, then come out. I’ll tell them again the mask rule,” he said.
“Thanks Gary.” I said.
“Leroy will be outside if you need him, just shout gorgeous.!”
I undid the poppers on the crotch of my body, then rolled it off, as Gary watched. I kept the heels on. I pulled up a Crotchless thong, red nylon. Cheap. Next a matching cup-less red bra. My makeup was done. Scarlet red lips.
Gary licked his lips, his cock hard in his trousers, where I hoped it would stay. I didn’t want to fuck him. I wanted younger meat, but if this job required it, then fuck him I would. My dream job. I pulled my mask into place, checked it was secure. I was ready.
“Corr, fucking hell, look at the tits on that,” I heard one of them say.
“And what an arse!” Another said.
I walked around showing myself to them. I reached the bar. It was the topless barmaid, she smiled, and served me my usual drink, without me asking. She wore a thong, the strings pulled high on her hips, her camel toe made my throat go dry.
I sipped my drink.
“Are you joining us?” I asked.
“You never know!” She replied.
“Right boys, time we got started, remember, three rules,” I shouted over the din.
They groaned.
“Rule number one, my mask stays on, if anyone even tries to take if off, this party is over. Rule two, nothing goes up my bum except your tongues, if you want to. Rule three, there are no other rules.” I yelled.
They cheered now, and I knew I had them. There were twelve, led by the hunky football captain. He would have to wait. I had a promise to keep. I wiggled my finger at him. He shuffled towards me, red faced.
“Now this naughty boy has fucked me before,” I said, loud enough so they could all hear. “So, as he is a retuning customer, he gets a blow job to kick things off!”
I sucked his cock, keeping a grip on the shafts base, holding back his urge to come. He had more control this time. I took it gently, trying to ensure his lasting pleasure.
“Come on Chris,” his mates called. “Oh for fuck sake, you going to take all night!”
He lasted, lasted as my tongue licked his hard cock, his balls. I felt his cock throb. He’s done well. Lasted. I let him come. He tasted only slightly salty. I caught it all, then opened my mouth, so his mates could see, then swallowed, again showing my now empty mouth. I smiled at him.
“You did well sweetie!”
He was pleased, I could tell. His coming heralded the breaking of the dam. They were suddenly all over me. I had no control over them. They pushed me back, onto my back, forcing my legs apart.
“Get off, you fucking twat,” I heard the football captain shout, “I’m fucking her first!”
He was between my legs, his young cock hard. He pushed it against my pussy, it slipped in. He pushed hard, pushing it all the way into me. Then he fucked me, pumping furiously, nothing gentle. Nothing loving. His cock pulled almost out, then thrust straight back in. I arched my back so he could go deeper. He was sweating, as he continued to fuck me, his biceps bulging. Finally he came, I felt it hot inside me, jets spurted deep. Then he rolled off me.
Another replaced him, before I had time to get my breath. Another furious fucking, this time, a cock in my mouth as well. I was in heaven, two young boys cocks, with more to follow. Lots more.
I lost count of how many had fucked me, didn’t know, didn’t care. They had me until midnight, they could have me all night. I opened my eyes, to see Chris, the boy from the other night, the one who had already had a blow job. He penetrated me, his cock inside me.
“Hello sweetie,” I said.
“Thanks for earlier,” he said. “Thanks very much, Wendy.”
I almost tensed up. Fuck. Did he know? Had he guessed.
“You don’t mind if I call you that do you, only I have a fantasy woman at school, she’s called Wendy.” He said.
“You naughty boy, call me Wendy if you want,” I said relived.
I looked away, as a cock was offered to my face, sucking on it. The boy came quickly, to be replaced by another.
“Turn over Wendy,” Chris whispered. “I want to fuck you from behind.”
I obliged. Got on my knees. His cock was quickly inside me again, another cock in my mouth, so hard. They spit roasted me, then spit roasted me again, as two more boys replaced those that were spent. I was sweating. Come ran down my legs. I had come in my hair. Come on my mask. Come on my tits, on my arse.
“Time for a break, ten minutes.” I heard a female voice call. The barmaid, Sara.
They pulled away from me, like the obedient well behaved boys they were.
I stood up, my legs like jelly. Bowed. I walked to the bar, and drank a long cool glass of soda and lime, then another.
“Thanks,” I managed to say.
“You’re welcome.” She replied.
She handed me a pack of baby wipes. I took them to the toilet, used them, cleaned my body with them, mopped my used cunt. Checked my mask, ensured it was till tied tight. I was ready. Ready to be used. The school counsellor, the football team slut.
I returned, anxious to fuck again. I kissed the barmaid on the lips. “Thanks.”
“I knew you’d be back!” Gary said as he greeted me.
“Of course, you did say the job was mine!” I laughed.
“You still on for that stag tomorrow night?” He asked.
“You bet, looking forward to it,” I replied.
“Good, but its fifteen now, still ok?”
“I told you last night, I can handle twenty,” I said, wondering if I really could handle even ten. It was a fantasy. A fantasy I was anxious to experience.
I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted.
“Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.
“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but tonight wore white satin shorts, very brief, very tight, the outline of her pussy clearly visible.
I was about to take my drink into the changing room, when I saw a young guy I knew. Fuck. He’d already seen me. He was a friend of my friends son.
“Hi Wendy,” he said, “fancy meeting you here.”
He looked at me with hungry eyes, as he looked me up and down. I was dressed liked a slut, I had hoped I’d blend in here. The ultra short mini skirt, light tan tonight, and a tight black lycra top. No bra, and just a thong. I’d worn a raincoat when I walked out of the house, and got into my car. The coat was in the car, so I could hardly pretend I wandered in by mistake. Fuck, and this only my second night.
“And you too, but nice to see you,” I said brazening it out.
“Look Wendy, would you mind not mentioning to anybody you saw me here. It wouldn’t go down well……….” He left the sentence hanging in the air.
“No, no of course not, I won’t say a word. We were never here,” I said walking him to a quiet corner, away from the stage where Julie was spreading her legs so the punters could get a better view of her shaven cunt, as she peeled back her outer labia.
“So what are you doing here,” I asked.
“Oh you know, just popped in for a drink, I didn’t know this was a………..”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” I said.
“Its so embarrassing,” he said.
“Don’t I know it. I have to come here every so often, to advise the owners son, you know in my work. But look I don’t want the college finding out, its rather delicate. You see, I’m moonlighting, and they wouldn’t like it, the college I mean. You do understand don’t you. So I’ll keep your secret, if you…….”
“God, yes, yes Wendy, I never thought………anyway, I must go.”
As I span round on my stool, I saw two women being fucked in a booth. Now Gary had told me, that was a no, no. Something made me look closer. “Fuck me” I thought, that’s Stephanie, my friend Steph. Jesus. Just then she looked up, as a Mediterranean looking guy pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. The girl at the bar was watching her, as were several of the customers. She smiled at me. Recognised me? Another girl was in the booth, also being fucked. I couldn’t see her clearly, but there was something familiar about her. I walked towards the door, and said goodbye to the guy, whose name I still hadn’t remembered, then headed for the changing room, hoping she’d not seen me, but fearing she had.
I sat down at the dressing table. I’d already stripped off to do my makeup.
“Had I really seen Steph being fucked in the club?” I asked myself, as I applied my eye liner.
“No couldn’t have been!” I thought. “But it was her,” I had no doubts. My best friend, married mother of two teenagers.
“Fuck, you just never know,” I said out loud.
“Never know what?” A voice answered.
I looked up. It was my friend from yesterday. The girl from the sex shop.
“Oh hi,” I said. “Look thanks for pointing me over here. As you can see, I got the job!”
“I saw, last night I mean, watched your performance, little rusty at first, but not bad, so what do you never know?” She asked.
“Oh, only that I just watched a woman being fucked out front, in one of the booths. She looked familiar, must have worked with her somewhere,” I said.
“Well, the two you are talking about are Steph and Suzie.”
Suzie, of coarse Suzie. That’s why she looked so familiar.
“I’ve just been introduced. She’s just done some work for Gary’ mate Baz.” She continued.
“Baz?” I asked.
“Dirty little bastard, worse than Gary in that respect. Makes porno films, amongst other things. So which one did you work with?”
“Oh Steph,” I replied.
I danced, wearing a black mask. Stripped, and writhed on the stage. I had their attention, held it, and worked the stage. A youngster on the edge of the stage, watched me, I danced for him, keeping eye contact. He should, I knew have been at home studying. His final exams were just two weeks off, but he was here, watching his counsellor spread her pussy. I showed him pink, slipped a finger inside myself, then two. His eyes were on stalks, he watched, as on all fours, I crawled towards him. I kissed him lightly on the lips, then popped my two wet fingers in his mouth. He blushed deep red. And so he should, this morning he’d been looking up my skirt as I discussed the importance of a good CV. Tonight he’d watched me dance naked, then sucked my fingers hot and wet from my cunt. I walked around the club wearing just heels and my mask, and of course a garter on each thigh. Garters that were now full of bank notes.
He was there beside me, my young student.
“Can I……….” he said summoning his courage. “Can I have a private dance please.”
I looked at him, from behind my mask. He shouldn’t be here. He was too young, and should be studying. But I wasn’t his mother, his tutor, yes, mother no.
“You pay at the bar, while you’re there, tell the barmaid to bring me a drink sweetie,” I said.
He was nervous, I wondered if he was a virgin. That would be nice. I squeezed his cock thorough his trousers, then sat back, legs spread, while he undressed. His cock was hard. I guided him between my legs, then changed my mind, and knelt instead, closing my painted lips over that young cock. He shivered, and his cock throbbed. I pinched it hard, at its base. His urge to come subsided. I stared again, slowly. He was hard again, thanks to my tongue. The barmaid delivered my drink as I sucked him.
I stopped, and took a mouth full of the cold liquid, and smiled my thanks. Then as she watched, pushed the boy wonder onto his back, and straddled him, I sank down his cock, but before I had it all, he came. His come was hot, as I felt it flood me. He groaned, and I took another sip of my lime and soda, then handed the girl the empty glass. She smiled, and left, as I dismounted from the softening cock.
“It’ll be better next time,” I said. “First time is always like that.”
“I hope so, I’m going to a stag tomorrow night with my mates,” he said.
“Then you’ll be fine, I’ll be there. Look, I’ll blow you first, then you’ll be fine. Don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re ok sweetie.”
“A counsellor at my college always calls me sweetie, and she’s gorgeous, just like you, thanks,” he said.
I ate my lunch. Tuna salad. I wasn’t hungry. I was nervous, and excited, all at the same time.
“bloody football team, they are unmanageable. Too much testosterone.”
I listened, as my colleagues discussed the dreaded football team. My team.
“And today, they are even worse, thank God its Friday, maybe they’re get it out of their systems tonight.” One continued. “Perhaps they’ll get it out of there systems at the stag.”
“You would say that, you’re a man. I think its disgusting. Can’t we give them all detention?” I asked.
“All evening, come on Wendy, there is a limit to what we can do,” he answered.
My pussy was wet, my stomach was doing cartwheels. I picked up my tray, my hands trembling. Trembling with excitement I walked away form the table.
“Talk about a prude, and her a looker as well……….”
The house wasn’t far from the club. I arrived early, as it would never do for the football team to see me going in. I dressed, or rather undressed. I peeled off the leather mini skirt I was wearing, and stood in my heels, with just the black body on. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I looked good. Toned, my breast scontained by the see through mesh.
“Fuck, you look good Wendy!” Gary said, making me jump.
“Glad you approve boss,” I replied.
“I could just fuck you myself, right now!”
“Well, if you want to, but do we have time?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Sadly not, the little bastards are here, give them twenty minutes, then come out. I’ll tell them again the mask rule,” he said.
“Thanks Gary.” I said.
“Leroy will be outside if you need him, just shout gorgeous.!”
I undid the poppers on the crotch of my body, then rolled it off, as Gary watched. I kept the heels on. I pulled up a Crotchless thong, red nylon. Cheap. Next a matching cup-less red bra. My makeup was done. Scarlet red lips.
Gary licked his lips, his cock hard in his trousers, where I hoped it would stay. I didn’t want to fuck him. I wanted younger meat, but if this job required it, then fuck him I would. My dream job. I pulled my mask into place, checked it was secure. I was ready.
“Corr, fucking hell, look at the tits on that,” I heard one of them say.
“And what an arse!” Another said.
I walked around showing myself to them. I reached the bar. It was the topless barmaid, she smiled, and served me my usual drink, without me asking. She wore a thong, the strings pulled high on her hips, her camel toe made my throat go dry.
I sipped my drink.
“Are you joining us?” I asked.
“You never know!” She replied.
“Right boys, time we got started, remember, three rules,” I shouted over the din.
They groaned.
“Rule number one, my mask stays on, if anyone even tries to take if off, this party is over. Rule two, nothing goes up my bum except your tongues, if you want to. Rule three, there are no other rules.” I yelled.
They cheered now, and I knew I had them. There were twelve, led by the hunky football captain. He would have to wait. I had a promise to keep. I wiggled my finger at him. He shuffled towards me, red faced.
“Now this naughty boy has fucked me before,” I said, loud enough so they could all hear. “So, as he is a retuning customer, he gets a blow job to kick things off!”
I sucked his cock, keeping a grip on the shafts base, holding back his urge to come. He had more control this time. I took it gently, trying to ensure his lasting pleasure.
“Come on Chris,” his mates called. “Oh for fuck sake, you going to take all night!”
He lasted, lasted as my tongue licked his hard cock, his balls. I felt his cock throb. He’s done well. Lasted. I let him come. He tasted only slightly salty. I caught it all, then opened my mouth, so his mates could see, then swallowed, again showing my now empty mouth. I smiled at him.
“You did well sweetie!”
He was pleased, I could tell. His coming heralded the breaking of the dam. They were suddenly all over me. I had no control over them. They pushed me back, onto my back, forcing my legs apart.
“Get off, you fucking twat,” I heard the football captain shout, “I’m fucking her first!”
He was between my legs, his young cock hard. He pushed it against my pussy, it slipped in. He pushed hard, pushing it all the way into me. Then he fucked me, pumping furiously, nothing gentle. Nothing loving. His cock pulled almost out, then thrust straight back in. I arched my back so he could go deeper. He was sweating, as he continued to fuck me, his biceps bulging. Finally he came, I felt it hot inside me, jets spurted deep. Then he rolled off me.
Another replaced him, before I had time to get my breath. Another furious fucking, this time, a cock in my mouth as well. I was in heaven, two young boys cocks, with more to follow. Lots more.
I lost count of how many had fucked me, didn’t know, didn’t care. They had me until midnight, they could have me all night. I opened my eyes, to see Chris, the boy from the other night, the one who had already had a blow job. He penetrated me, his cock inside me.
“Hello sweetie,” I said.
“Thanks for earlier,” he said. “Thanks very much, Wendy.”
I almost tensed up. Fuck. Did he know? Had he guessed.
“You don’t mind if I call you that do you, only I have a fantasy woman at school, she’s called Wendy.” He said.
“You naughty boy, call me Wendy if you want,” I said relived.
I looked away, as a cock was offered to my face, sucking on it. The boy came quickly, to be replaced by another.
“Turn over Wendy,” Chris whispered. “I want to fuck you from behind.”
I obliged. Got on my knees. His cock was quickly inside me again, another cock in my mouth, so hard. They spit roasted me, then spit roasted me again, as two more boys replaced those that were spent. I was sweating. Come ran down my legs. I had come in my hair. Come on my mask. Come on my tits, on my arse.
“Time for a break, ten minutes.” I heard a female voice call. The barmaid, Sara.
They pulled away from me, like the obedient well behaved boys they were.
I stood up, my legs like jelly. Bowed. I walked to the bar, and drank a long cool glass of soda and lime, then another.
“Thanks,” I managed to say.
“You’re welcome.” She replied.
She handed me a pack of baby wipes. I took them to the toilet, used them, cleaned my body with them, mopped my used cunt. Checked my mask, ensured it was till tied tight. I was ready. Ready to be used. The school counsellor, the football team slut.
I returned, anxious to fuck again. I kissed the barmaid on the lips. “Thanks.”
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