Emily and Bill go in

Emily was so aroused she could barely make her legs move to walk her into the seedy bar, feeling like they’d been replaced by quivering jelly. Bill was basically hauling her along behind him as she tried to pull her clothes back in place as best she could while keeping her legs underneath herself. The fear of being seen by someone she knew was only fueling the fire of her arousal. She could still feel the eyes of the two older guys staring at her mostly uncovered body. Imagining what they must think her relationship to Bill was only made her pussy leak more. She wasn’t sure if it was more humiliating (and thus hotter, she had to admit to herself) if they thought she was his willing companion, or some cheap whore he’d paid well enough to appear in public with him.

With all those thoughts running through her thoughts it took her a second for her brain to process what it was seeing when she was pulled through the door. When it did, all those other thoughts were suddenly **** from her brain, replaced by the sudden realisation of how many pairs of eyes were now on her, just how goddamn public this was going to be. There were about forty or so people in the bar, filling it close to capacity. They were nearly all men, and nearly all of them turned to stare as she stumbled through the door in Bill’s wake. They all looked like similar types of people to Bill, or the men outside. Blue collar or unemployed, with maybe a couple of white collar workers mixed amongst them. Emily noticed that of the few women, at least half of them looked like they were currently at work, their sagging flesh stuffed into slightly ridiculous looking outfits, doing their best to look interested in the men they were with for whatever meagre rate they were getting in their twilight years of their careers.

Bill headed straight for the bar where there were two stools free. He hefted himself onto one as Emily carefully pulled herself up onto the other, trying not to flash the whole bar. Bill got the attention of the bartender, not having to try too hard with him staring at them, alongside nearly everyone else in the bar, while Emily finally got her skirt fixed.

Bill ordered them each a beer. Normally Emily wasn’t much of a fan of beer, but she gratefully took the cold glass when it arrived, happy to have something to distract her from everyone still fixated on her, and hopeful that the **** would help settle her nerves. After downing several large gulps she looked over at Bill to find him looking around the bar, trying to appear unfazed. She could see the sparkle in his eyes though, like a kid showing up at school with a brand new toy after Christmas.

Emily took a deep breath then also let her eyes roam over the bar. While most people had tried to return to their conversations, she could still see them constantly trying to glance in her direction. Bill reached over and possessively grabbed her high up on her exposed thigh. Emily’s heart fluttered as he dug his fingers into her perfect, tanned skin. Bill leaned his face over to her and whispered into her ear.

“Just think about what they must all be thinking, imagining how I’m going to destroy your pussy when I take you home tonight. They must all be wondering what type of messed up teenage slut would go out with a guy like me.” He let out a barking laugh before taking a swig of his beer, looking at her smugly. She felt her pussy clenching in need, felt the moisture between her thighs, dripping own to where her bare ass cheeks contacted the stool.

They sat like that for another fifteen minutes, each getting another beer. Bill leant his ugly face across to raspingly whisper degrading comments into her ear three more times, sending a shiver down her spine every time.

“I can’t wait to get home so I can try and fit even more of my cock into your tight little cunt, stretch you out even more so that if you ever do let your boyfriend fuck you he won’t even be able to feel anything,” whispered, his pudgy lips brushing her ear. She realised she had opened her mouth and actually let out a moan at the thought of showing Tom her used pussy.

“Oh, you like that idea, do you girly?” Bill continued in her ear. She felt him slide his hand up the couple of inches necessary to brush against her pussy. “Jesus Christ, it’s going to look like you pissed yourself!” he exclaimed a little too loudly, causing her face to flush red. He began to rub his fingers up and drown her slick pussy, making her bite her lip to stifle a moan.