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I looked myself up and down in the full-length mirror on the inside of 
the door of my wardrobe. My white blouse was pressed and clean; my 
tartan skirt was shorter than I would normally wear, but decent; the 
black PVC knee-high boots set the whole thing off. No doubt about it, 
Mrs Chalmers had a good eye for a barmaid's uniform. I brushed my hands 
over my breasts, noticing the way the cut seemed to draw attention to 
them, despite being quite loose. My auburn hair was cut into a bob and 
I'd put on my make-up to accentuate my blue eyes. I would do, I thought.

It was a bit of a walk to the pub where I worked, but it was a pleasant 
Summer evening. When I got to the pub there were maybe twenty men in 
the back saloon bar and maybe a few couples in the lounge bar. It would 
just be me and Mrs Chalmers on duty on a quiet evening like this one. I 
pushed open the entrance door, passed the door to the lounge and went 
through the next door along that led into the working area between the 
two bars where the sinks and the glasses were.

"A word with you, Carla" said Mrs Chalmers when I walked in. Her 
expression was stern and I was suddenly frightened of this bustling 
middle-aged woman. "When you were finishing up last night, it seems you 
left the tap open on the Ruddle's County. It was on all night and I've 
lost a lot of ale"

"I'm sorry", I said. "I'll be more careful in future".

"What future?" she demanded. After an expensive mistake like that you 
can pay me for the wasted beer and collect your cards, miss. I reckon 
you owe me about Ł300". Suddenly I began to cry. Her expression 
softened, "Come on. now. Ł300 isn't that much, and I'm sure a pretty 
girl like you will find another job."  I snuffled a bit and explained 
that I had been saving up for my forthcoming wedding; that my Dad 
couldn't afford to help and that I needed my job, along with money from 
Terry, my fiancé, to pay for everything. At last she said, "Alright - 
I'll keep you on as long as you mind your ps and qs and we'll find some 
other way you can pay me back the Ł300."

For the rest of the evening I felt much better. I flirted with the 
customers and enjoyed the admiring looks I got. I chatted with them as 
I pulled their pints and the hours passed quickly. Mrs Chalmers and I 
had time for a few words as well. We talked about my approaching 
wedding; where it was going to be, where the reception would be. I even 
let slip that I was still a virgin and was a little nervous about the 
wedding night. Mrs Chalmers smiled and told me not many girls got to 22 
without losing their cherry these days. Towards the end of the evening 
she even offered me a glass of champagne. I don't normally drink, but 
it seemed churlish to refuse. In the event I had two.

As closing time approached the pub grew quieter. There were a dozen or 
so men in the saloon bar now and all the couples in the lounge bar had 
drifted away and Mrs Chalmers and I began to clean up in there. At one 
point we were standing on opposite sides of a small table. I reached 
over with the cloth to clean the far side and suddenly Mrs Chalmers 
seized my wrist, pulling me forward and down so that I was bent over 
the table. I felt something soft around my wrist and found it was 
attached in some way to the table leg.

"What...what are you doing?" I said. Mrs Chalmers showed me a pair of 
fur-covered handcuffs. "Helping you pay back that money" she said. "You 
just keep quiet and you'll get to keep your job and I'll get my Ł300". 
There was another click and my other hand was fixed too. My mind was 
whirling as I heard Mrs Chalmers walk out of the lounge bar and the 
alcohol I had drunk was beginning to take effect. A moment later I 
heard her voice coming from the saloon bar. "Gentlemen! We have a 
lock-in situation. Could I ask you all to come through to the lounge." 
I couldn't take in what I was hearing, but a strange thrill ran through 
me. I heard the tread of feet on the carpet as the men from the saloon 
trudged in. "Sit down gentlemen" said Mrs Chalmers. I heard the rattle 
of chairs against tables. I glimpsed feet under the tables in front of 
me.

"Gentlemen" said Mrs Chalmers. "Carla here has run up a very large bar 
tab." I felt her hands on my skirt, lifting it and folding it so that 
my bottom was revealed. I flushed with embarrassment. Mrs Chalmers 
gently stroked my cotton-clad buttocks and said "She's also, I'm 
afraid, rather short of funds". She hooked her fingers into the hem of 
my knickers and she pulled them down, I think she must have cut them to 
get them off at the ankles. "She does, however have a valuable asset". 
To my horror I felt her fingers on my pussy, stroking it, slipping 
between my lower lips. I was more horrified that I could feel my body 
responding to her touch. "She still has a cherry. And tonight, 
gentlemen, it's for sale to the highest bidder."

There was silence. Mrs Chalmers, though continued to work on my pussy. 
I knew I was getting moist. Her fingers teased me and I gasped.
Ł20" came a gruff voice.
"We can do better than that for such a lovely virgin, can't we?" said 
Mrs Chalmers. Her fingers rolled over my clit and I think, to my shame, 
that I moaned.
"Ł30" came another voice. More bids came in. Eventually, though, it 
stopped at Ł80.

"Any more bids?" asked Mrs Chalmers. "Going. Going. Gone to the large 
man in the corner. There were shouts of "Good on yer, Ken!" and "Go on, 
man!" from behind me and I heard footsteps. There was the sound of 
ruffling clothing and I heard Mrs Chalmers gasp slightly. "Steady on, 
Ken, you'll spoil her for the rest of us" said a voice, followed by 
raucous laughter from the other men. I felt something pushing at the 
entrance to my pussy, which was now moist from Mrs Chalmers's 
ministrations. The pressure increased and I felt something like a pop 
inside, then to a loud cheer from the crowd, the man behind me drove 
his cock into me. I gasped as it filled me and I felt my pussy walls 
stretching to accommodate its thickness.  Slowly it moved out of me, 
until it teased the entrance, then he drove it in again. I heard myself 
moan.

As the man's shaft moved inside me, pushing deep into me, again and 
again, waves of pleasure  that I hadn't expected ran through my vagina. 
I was panting as he fucked me, hoarse sounds of lust were escaping from 
my lips and I couldn't believe that I was making them. "Oh...God...." I 
heard myself moan. He pounded into me more rapidly, rhythmically, his 
groin slapping against my naked arse. I was gasping by now. 
"Please...Please...Faster" I was crying out, The sensations that were 
coming from my groin were intensifying as his strokes got shorter and 
faster. Suddenly orgasm swept through me, and as it did I heard the man 
grunt loudly and a warmth filled my vagina. For the first time in my 
life semen filled me.

I slumped across the table, gasping and trembling from my first 
cock-driven orgasm. As if in the distance I heard Mrs Chalmers say "Ł20 
a head from here on". A few moments later I felt another cock at the 
mouth of my pussy. I was still so sensitive from the previous one, that 
when this new shaft filled me, it seemed every nerve in my vagina lit 
up and I groaned loudly.
"You like that?" asked the man behind me as he began to fuck me.
"God...yes..." I moaned. To this day I can't quite believe it.

And so it went on. By the third or fourth man I was, I think, quite 
delerious. When another man presented the head of his cock to my lips, 
I opened my mouth without giving it a second thought. I sucked on it 
fiercely as I was getting shagged from behind. I had never done oral 
before, so I probably wasn't very good at it, but after a while I 
tasted a man's cum for the first time. It was thick and salty. It was 
about at that point, I think, that I heard a man's voice shout "Ł100 
for her other cherry!"

For a moment or two I didn't understand.  Then I felt a finger sliding 
into my rear end. It was obviously lubricated with something - I found 
out later it was cooking oil. It felt good being fingered there and by 
this point I was lost to all reason, and all that seemed to matter was 
feeling good. When I felt something larger being presented to my anus a 
shock of fear ran through me, but the man behind me was surprisingly 
considerate. Slowly, gently, he eased the head of his cock into my 
tight arse, gradually pushing his manhood deeper into my back passage. 
I was surprised by the tingling sensation it aroused in there, by the 
pleasant sensations it was causing.

After a minute or so, he began to fuck my arse more firmly and more 
forcefully. I felt fingers on my clitoris and pleasure began to build 
up inside again. I'd cum at least twice already, but now, as this cock 
drove again and again into my rear, and as my clit hummed with the 
attention it was getting I started to tremble uncontrollably. Wave 
after wave of sensation coursed through my body,  I was aware that I 
was crying out, that I was panting and gasping, that I was telling 
everyone in the room that I was close to cumming. Orgasm surged through 
me - I felt like I was actually glowing and I knew that behind me the 
man who had taken my second cherry was spraying semen into my arse.

I'm not sure how many men fucked me that night. When it was all over 
Mrs Chalmers helped me to put my coat on and handed me a bundle of 
notes. It seemed I had more than paid off my "bar tab" with a good sum 
to spare. I remember walking home, tottering a little, as if drunk. My 
thighs, my groin and my arse were sticky with men's cum and with my own 
juices. I suppose I could have gone to the police - I probably should 
have done. But I learned a few things that night, about myself; about 
sex and about my needs. When I did get married I was more able, I 
think, than I would have been, to tell my husband what really made me 
feel good. And that seemed to make him feel good too.

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