Fun with the crowd

I held my eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity. I could taste old man cum and cheap liquor on my tongue. I could feel it coating my mouth and throat, It tasted as disgusting as it sounded. And yet … the feeling was thrilling. I was as horny as I had ever been. I hadn’t really had any release of my own during the encounter, and I could feel the dampness between my legs growing and the sensations associated with it becoming harder and harder to ignore.

When I finally did open my eyes I found the bartender standing directly in front of me. Grinning stupidly, he said, “I knew you were a whore the second I laid eyes on you.” I smiled, thinking of all the nasty things I wanted to do. The bartender took it as an invitation as he reached his hand toward my breasts. Unfortunately for both of us, another hand took a grip on his wrist before he made it.

One of the thick women had taken One Under’s vacated spot. My eyes darted around the room, but I couldn’t find the man whose taste I still had on my tongue. Giving up on him, I focused my attention on the woman who was now beside me. She had a collar around her neck with a metal loop, clearly designed for a leash. Her eyebrows were pierced and she had a stud through one nostril. Her musty odor wasn’t quite as offensive as One Under’s had been, but it was close, and even less attractive on a woman. Her hand was still on the bartender’s, and all in all, I was unhappy with the intrusion. I let out a disappointed whimper and pouted my lips. “Come on, Misty,” the bartender pleaded, “the old man left her at the bar - anything left at the bar goes to my tips, you know the rules.” I nodded in agreement, as though I had a full understanding of “the rules.”

“The boys get first dibs on any leftovers,” I glanced over at the eight or so rough looking men populating two tables where Misty had been when I walked in. “THAT’S the rule, Donnie.”

“Come on, Misty,” Donnie pleaded again, “Sluts this hot never come in here.” I was actually flattered.

Misty looked back at the group; one of the guys shrugged. She turned back to face the bar and let Donnie go, “Fine, but you only get her mouth, and don’t get any cum near her. She belongs to the Crew now.”

Donnie smiled wide, “Works for me.” It worked for me too. He reached out and took a nipple between his fingers. “Climb over here, baby.” I did it without thinking. When I got on top of the bar, Donnie let my nipple go and pulled my dress over my head and away from my body. He gave me a hand as I climbed down onto the rubber mat behind the bar. I had only my shoes and panties on, and I was kneeling in front of him. “You know what to do, slut, get to it, before they change their mind,” he whispered, impatiently. Obediently, I unzipped his pants and let out his cock. It wasn’t nearly as large as One Under’s, but still larger than Paul’s by a long shot. A pang of excitement shot through me as I briefly thought of Paul. I hadn’t thought about him through all this, and I wondered if I ever would again. Donnie didn’t appreciate my moment of reflection and thrust his cock against my lips. I parted them enough to let him in. He tasted clean, at least. I didn’t want to think about what One Under’s dick would have tasted like.

I let my tongue wash over all of Donnie’s shaft, taking extra care on his balls and the tip of his cock. He let out a moan and took my head into his hands. I pulled back and began to stroke it, my eyes turning upward to watch his expressions. I used my tongue to tease his sensitive head. Soon, he was breathing heavy. I was a bit disappointed, hoping we would be able to make this last. “Shit,” Donnie mumbled, “faster, bitch.” His grip on my hair tightened, and he began to buck into my mouth, making me take it deeper with each stroke. He started slowly, but accelerated his pace quickly. Soon, I no longer had any control as he was fucking my mouth. I heard his pained moan above me and felt the twitching that indicated what was coming. Finally, with a shout, he pulled his cock from me and pushed me backward, onto my ass. I gasped for breath as he turned away and let out several long ropes of jizz onto the mat. After a few deep breaths, he sighed and called out, “She’s all yours, Misty.”

Misty, still sitting in One Under’s seat, had watched the entire show, and wasted no time in grabbing my wrist and pulling me back up over the bar. “Good boy, Donnie,” she said, without feeling. She pulled me to the eight now anxious looking men and pushed me forward onto one of the wooden tables. She kept her weight on my back and turned my head to face one of the older looking ones.

“Thanks, Misty, but maybe we should make her more comfortable,” he smirked as he said it, and Misty knew what that meant. I felt Misty’s nails dig into my legs as she ripped my panties off. The man, clearly the leader, brushed a few strands of stray hair out of my face. “That’s better, right?”

Weakly, I nodded, “Thank you, Misty.” My response drew an uproar of laughter among the men. I smiled, accepting … no, reveling in my fate.

He leaned in close to my face and whispered, “That’s a good girl. Stay right where you are, don’t move a muscle.” He knew I would do exactly as he said. He kissed me lightly on my lips. “Good girl.” Abruptly, he pulled his head away and addressed the woman still pressed on my back. “Misty, I think that’s all we need from you.”

I felt the pressure ease off me as she backed away. “Can I at least have some?”

“We don’t give a shit what you do. But, you aren’t touching her. She’s ours, and you’re done. Right, boys?” I heard grunts of approval all around me. “In fact, you’re standing a bit to close to us right now. Graveyard, show fucking pig whore what happens to people who stand too near the Wrecking Crew.”

I heard some shuffling and then Misty pleading, “No, please, I’m going!” I didn’t move. The man was watching me again, making sure I did as I was told. He smiled at me. I smiled back. Moments later, I heard what was clearly the sound of “Graveyard” punching Misty repeatedly as she whimpered on the floor. The other men chuckled and egged him on.

“Fat bitch,” I heard Graveyard say as the beating subsided behind me. I couldn’t hear Misty whimpering anymore. “Donnie, clean this shit up!”

The man leaned in close again, “That’s what’s going to happen to you when we’re done with you. If you keep on being a good little whore, it won’t be for a very long time,” he said, just above a whisper, “Are you going to keep on being good for us?” I swallowed hard and nodded. He spoke louder, “That’s our girl. Welcome to the Crew. You can call me ‘Daddy,” and you’ll meet everyone else after your initiation.”

“Initiation?” I asked, meekly.

Daddy laughed. “All you have to do is stay right there, perfectly still. We’ll do the rest.” One of the men took my hands and moved them to the edge of the table. “You may want to hold on tight.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I took hold of the table, but the man who had put my hands in place was still holding onto my left hand. I heard him laugh.

“Look at this. She’s fucking married.”

Daddy looked down at me, “Not anymore, she isn’t,” then, to me, “You have a nice ring there.”

I hesitated for a minute, trying to find the right response, “No, Daddy, I want you to have it.”

Another smile. I was beginning to think of his approval as currency. “You heard her. It’s our ring now.” I felt my wedding ring being tugged off my finger and felt no remorse. “Well, let’s get this initiation started. Line up behind me, boys.” Daddy took his place behind me and I heard him unzip his pants. I gripped the table as instructed as he thrust himself into my dripping cunt to the hilt. I screamed in the pleasure I had finally found. Over and over he drove into me. I let out moans and groans of ecstasy. I whimpered with delight, and begged for more. Finally, he grunted and came inside me. I was panting, sweat pouring off of me onto the hardwood floor, when the next man took his place, then the next, and the next, until all eight of them had been satisfied multiple times over. I came at least a dozen times, and found myself thanking them all over and over again when it was all over.

“Welcome to the Crew,” Daddy told me. He motioned to one of the men, who picked me up over his shoulder. I was exhausted and incredibly happy. I didn’t even notice the cool night air against my naked body as we moved outside. “Now let’s see what she’s really worth,” I heard Daddy say as I was hoisted onto a motorcycle with one of the boys.