Message-ID: <61095asstr$1302383402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: nntp.bt.com!news.bt.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 08 Apr 2011 08:34:15 -0500 From: Calliope <Calliope@giganews.com> X-DF-Seen-By: ms X-Original-Message-ID: <2011040814341522508-Calliope@giganewscom> MIME-Version: 1.0 User-Agent: Unison/2.1.3 X-Usenet-Provider: http://www.giganews.com X-AuthenticatedUsername: NoAuthUser X-DMCA-Complaints-To: abuse@btinternet.com X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.3.40 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2011 14:34:15 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Bar Tab Lines: 167 Date: Sat, 09 Apr 2011 17:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61095> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman, dennyw 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 £300". Suddenly I began to cry. Her expression softened, "Come on. now. £300 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 £300." 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 £300". 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. £20" 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. "£30" came another voice. More bids came in. Eventually, though, it stopped at £80. "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 "£20 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 "£100 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+