Bar Gangbang

After spending much of the day alone, I decided to go down to the local bar. It was a rather low-end place, filled with people who are at least rough around the edges - truckers, wanderers and other uncouth characters. I knew that I would get lots of stares going there, and I wanted the ego boost of knowing that every man in that place would want to fuck me. I wanted to make them drool, so I was sure to put on a rather short skirt and left my thong at home. My top was nothing particularly special, rather cheap with flimsy material, which meant that my bra-less nipples showed through. I gave myself another look in the mirror before leaving the house, knowing that I looked good enough to eat, and smiled at myself, imagining all those guys with rock hard cocks just wishing they could sleep with a woman like me.

I walked down to the bar, and first went over to the pool tables. I played a game with one of the men who asked, making sure that I bent over seductively for each shot, and making plenty of dirty comments as we played. I distracted him enough that I managed to keep the game rather close despite the fact that I am not a very good player. I still lost, but the game lasted for quite a while.

After the game, I excused myself and went to go sit at the bar. I had just gotten my drink, when a man came over to sit next to me on my left. He was rather tall and dark looking, with an air of danger that made me nervous, but also aroused in some way. He told me that he had watched me playing pool, and asked if he could play with me. I couldn't hold back my flirtatious smile as I said maybe. I had turned slightly towards him, and he placed his right hand on my left thigh. I was slightly uncomfortable, but also enjoyed having him touch me. I felt myself get slightly moist, and my cheeks went hot at the realization that I was really turned on.

He gestured behind me, and asked if I could pass the bar snacks. I kept my left thigh in place, but had to spread my legs slightly as I turned to get the bowl behind me on the bar. Before I had even realized it, his other hand was up my skirt, his fingers inside my cunt. I gasped, and struggled to pull away, but his hand that had previously been on my thigh was now holding tight to my hip, keeping me in place. I tried to push on his chest, but was so much weaker than him, that it barely made a difference. In fact, he soon leaned in, so that he could whisper in my ear. "You're soaking wet, you slut. I knew you were a little whore from the moment you walked in here, teasing all the men in here with your exposed tits and cunt. Well, you succeeded in making me hard, and I can tell from your juices that you want to help me with this condition. Now stand up and face the bar!"

Releasing his hold on my hip, he used his two fingers in my cunt to pressure me to stand, using me like a puppet. I thought that I might fight him once I was standing, but he whispered in my ear again, "if you even try to get away, I will slit your windpipe, and then I know you will be able to deep throat me." I whimper softly, not only at the thought, but also because as he whispered in my ear, his breath brushed against my neck, making me even more aroused. I stood up and turned to face the bar, as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. He pushed down on the small of my back, but realized that I was too small. He then pulled over a bar stool, all the while with one of his hands in my slit. He ordered me to balance with my feet on the lowest run of the stool, and then he bent me over, my arms resting on the bar as he forced me to arch my back.

In one fluid movement, he removed his fingers from inside me, and thrust his meaty phallus into my soaking entry. I couldn't help but moan as my body betrayed me; my mind begging him to stop, and my body praying that he wouldn't. He pounded my desperate cunt for a long time, and when I looked around, I noticed that everyone in the bar was watching, and gathering closer. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back slightly, so that I could look at him. He reached out his other hand, and took his beer bottle, downing the rest of it in one gulp, then handing it to me and ordering me to take it as far down my throat as possible. I started tentatively, but then slowly managed to work the bottle further into my mouth until it touched the point where my mouth meets my throat. I felt my gag reflex work, and started to pull it back, but he reached forward and pushed it down further, getting the bottle just past the bend in my throat. Then he pulled it out, as it dripped with my saliva.

Once again, he pushed me forward onto the bar, but this time he told me to reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart. I started to say no, but he spanked me hard and told me that I knew what would happen if I resisted. Humiliated and afraid, I slowly reached back, pulling my flesh and revealing my tight rose bud. I begged him not to do anything to my ass; I had only had a few experiences with anal, none of them enjoyable and I was terrified that he would break me in two. Ignoring my pleas, he used his fingers still slick with my pussy juices to run over my rear entry. I gasped as he pushed one and then two fingers into my other hole. At first I was paralyzed with pain, but as my hole stretched to accommodate the intrusion, my arousal took over, and I began to thrust back against him, wanting him to fuck me in both holes. He laughed, saying that I really was a little slut, as he pulled his fingers out of me. I moaned softly, not wanting to admit to him, or myself, that I actually missed having them inside me. I shouldn't have worried though, as he then replaced his fingers with the beer bottle still coated in my saliva.

I cried out as he forced the bottle into my rear entry, while still continuing to thrust into my dripping cunt. The men standing around started to cheer and make comments as I moaned and gasped. All of a sudden, I realized that my body really was going to betray me, as I felt an orgasm building. I was unsure whether to try to suppress it, or buck back against him and get myself even closer. He took that choice away from me, as he pushed down on the small of my back and started thrusting even harder into me. I felt my muscles begin to spasm as I was brought to my climax, my body writhing with pleasure. He continued thrusting into me as I came, but when my pleasure subsided, he pulled his shaft out of my sheath, and ordered me to my knees. Kneeling on the dirty bar floor, I greedily sucked him into my mouth, licking my juices off of him as he started to fuck my face. At the same time, one of the other men in the bar came from behind me and continued to use the beer bottle to fuck my ass, making me groan on the cock in my mouth. He grunted and thrust deep into my throat as he shot his load inside me.

When he pulled out, he smiled at the others gathered around, and called out, "she's all yours, boys!" I gasped as I was grabbed by what seemed like dozens of hands as they lifted me and carried me to the pool table, ripping my clothes off of my already abused body. I was forced to pleasure every man there, and some of the women as well, having every hole tortured and fucked, bringing me to orgasm over and over again. Finally, the sensations and exhaustion overwhelmed me. Covered in cum and sweat, I passed out right there on the pool table, splayed out for all to see and fuck, no longer a tease by any stretch of the imagination, as everyone was able to touch, lick, suck and fuck me any which way they pleased. The strangest thing was, as things started to go black, I couldn't help but smile with my complete satisfaction.