Interracial

She stalked out from the back office, hips swaying with each confident step in her Daisy Dukes and black leather bustier. Her eyes scanned the bar with a predatory gleam. "Heya Cheryl, how's the night going?" Chastity called to the curvy bartender mixing up colorful cocktails.

"Stayin' busy, boss!" Cheryl called back, her voluptuous cleavage straining against her low-cut tank top as she shook a drink. "We've got the usual crowd. Plus some classy looking gentlemen in the VIP area." She jerked her chin towards the smoked glass partition.

Chastity smirked. "Heh, classy? At Shooters? Don't think so, sweetheart. But I like their style. Spot me a whiskey rocks and get the manager to comp their everything. Let's see if I can make 'em less...refined, shall we?"

Sashaying over in stiletto boots, Chastity knocked back the whiskey Cheryl had waiting. She sauntered to the VIP area, front door to the bar. Two men in designer suits lounged on the leather couch, sipping 100 proof on ice. Their eyes widened as Chastity approached, all dangerous curves and leonine grace.

"Gentlemen, I'm Chastity," she purred, sliding into the booth. "I hope you're enjoying yourselves. And I hope you're not too attached to those handsome trousers." Her hand boldly cupped a crotch, feeling the stirrings beneath.

An hour later, Chastity had deftly stripped them to their skivvies right there in the VIP room. The drunker, more uninhibited, they became. She used them like the human dildos they were. Her moans rose to a crescendo, as did their grunts and groans. Spent, she left them in a post-coital heap and waltzed to the main bar.

Where Cheryl was chatting up an attractive couple. "Hey Chastity, meet Michael and Gwen," the bartender said with a wink. "They're DTF. I told 'em you were the woman to talk to."

"Pleasure," Chastity grinned, shaking their hands. "Cheryl speaks the truth. I'm the woman to provide anything you want. Anything at all." Her eyes sparkled wickedly.

"Oh we know," Michael, the husband said, eyeing her up and down. His wife licked her lips.

"In that case..." Chastity crooked a finger. "Follow me to the champagne room. Leave inhibitions at the door."

They did as told, letting Chastity rile up their senses with champagne and her lewd dancing. Gwen was first to snap, kissing Chastity hard, her husband right behind. A flurry of groping hands and grinding hips. Clothes were torn in the heat of passion. The trio rode each other in an increasing frenzy.

Chastity was insatiable tonight. She fucked a black couple in the storage room, the man's wife on top. Then a 19-year-old Latino boy in the video poker room. She made him cry out in Spanish. Two older women taught her how to deepthroat a strap-on in the alley. The night blurred in a Bacchanalian haze of sweat and other fluids.

Her last coherent memory was climaxing on six cocks like a human semen-dispensing pinata. Some of Shooters twentysomething male waiters had her pinned to the bar top, using her every hole. Her pussy clamped hard around their meat sticks as she came like a fire hose. They filled her with their seed in unison, triggering another massive orgasm.

When Chastity came to past noon the next day, the bar was spotless. Cheryl had handled the afterparty without her. "Mornin', sunshine," the bartender greeted. "Another night, another dollar. You're gonna be a legend before you're dead. Or in jail."

Chastity groaned, every muscle aching. She'd need to ice her pussy, it was so sore. "I may be." She poured herself coffee, gulping it black. "But what a way to go. No regrets."

Just then, the back door swung open and in walked the black couple, the young boy, the two women with the strap, Michael and Gwen. All nude as the day they were born. With about 30 other men and women of all ages, races and kinks.

"We're your sex squad now, Mistress Chastity," Michael said with a bow. "We live to satisfy you. Your body is our playground. Your pleasure is our purpose."

Chastity blinked. Set down her coffee mug. Regrouped the few brain cells still functioning. The sex goddess grinned slowly.

"Well hell," she purred, standing and crooking a finger. "Get over here and show mommy what you can do."