The freeuse bar opens!!

THE BAR'S GRAND CORRUPTION: A BREEDING SPECTACLE

Morning light spilled through the bar’s windows, casting golden streaks across the polished counter where Annika and Pamela stood—naked, glistening, and utterly hypnotized.

Stefano lounged on a barstool, his golden eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched the two women move with practiced ease, their bodies on full display for the early morning patrons. The air was thick with the scent of sex, coffee, and something darker—something primal.

"Good morning, ladies," Stefano purred, his voice dripping with honeyed command. "Let’s make today… special."

Annika’s pale cheeks flushed, her plump lips parting as she instinctively pressed her thighs together, already slick with anticipation. Pamela, ever the eager pupil, grinned and cupped her massive K-cup breasts, squeezing them together with a playful wink.

"Whatever you say, gatinho," she purred, her Brazilian accent thick with lust.

Stefano smirked. "That’s right. Whatever I say."

And with that, the depravity began.

The First Customer – A Taste of Hypnotic Normalcy

The door chimed as an older businessman in a wrinkled suit stepped inside, his tired eyes widening at the sight before him.

Annika, completely nude except for an apron tied loosely around her waist, smiled warmly. "Good morning, sir. Your usual?"

The man blinked, his gaze flickering between her bare breasts and the way her hips swayed as she poured his coffee. His mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before—

"Y-yes. Black. Please."

Pamela leaned over the counter, her heavy tits spilling onto the polished wood. "You look tense, senhor," she murmured, her fingers trailing up his arm. "Need some… stress relief?"

The man’s breath hitched. His eyes glazed over slightly—Stefano’s influence—and before he could question it, his hands were on her, kneading her soft flesh, his cock straining against his slacks.

Annika giggled, pressing a steaming cup into his hands. "Go ahead, sir. It’s perfectly normal here."

And just like that, the man believed her.

He groaned, his fingers pinching Pamela’s nipples as she guided his other hand between her thighs. "Fuck, yes—"

Stefano watched, his cock already hard, his fingers lazily stroking himself as the bar descended into debauchery.

The Breeding Begins – A Threesome for the Ages

By the time the lunch rush hit, the bar was packed—men and women alike, all under Stefano’s spell, all consumed by the spectacle before them.

Annika bent over a table, her fat ass on full display as Stefano plowed into her from behind, his hips slapping against her pale flesh with brutal ****.

"F-fuck! Pyotr—!" she gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the wood.

Stefano chuckled, gripping her hips tighter. "Say it louder, Mom. Let them all hear."

Pamela, meanwhile, was on her knees between a pair of female customers, her lips wrapped around one woman’s fingers while the other licked Stefano’s cum straight from Annika’s freshly fucked pussy.

"God, she tastes amazing," the woman moaned, her tongue delving deeper.

Pamela grinned, her lips swollen from use. "Wait until you try mine."

Stefano growled, pulling out of Annika and yanking Pamela up by her hair, shoving her onto the bar.

"Your turn, gostosa," he snarled, spreading her thick thighs wide.

Pamela squealed as he slammed into her, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust, her back arching off the counter.

"CARALHO! SIM!"

Annika, still dripping, crawled onto the bar beside them, her fingers teasing Pamela’s nipples as Stefano pounded into her.

"You look so pretty like this," Annika murmured, her voice dripping with faux innocence.

Pamela laughed, breathless. "Fuck, mamãe, you’re such a vadia—"

Stefano grunted, his pace turning vicious. "Gonna fill you both up," he promised. "Gonna make sure everyone sees."

And they did.

Customers crowded around, some jerking themselves off, others fingering themselves shamelessly as they watched the trio ruin each other.

A young businessman groaned, his cock sliding between Pamela’s tits as she giggled and licked the tip.

"That’s it, bonitão," she cooed. "Give me that leite."

Annika, meanwhile, had a woman’s face buried between her thighs, her back arching as the stranger devoured Stefano’s cum from her pussy.

"Oh—oh God—!"

Stefano roared, his hips stuttering as he pumped his seed deep into Pamela’s womb, his fingers digging into her hips.

"TAKE IT, PUTA!"

Pamela screamed, her body clenching around him as she came, her juices gushing onto the bar below.

Annika whimpered, her own orgasm ripping through her as the woman between her legs sucked her raw.

For a moment, the bar was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the drip of cum onto the floor.

Then—

Stefano smirked, pulling out of Pamela with a wet pop, his cock glazed with their mixed arousal.

"Break’s over, ladies," he said, his voice dark with promise. "We’ve got more customers to serve."

And just like that, the depravity continued.

The Aftermath – A Bar Forever Changed

By closing time, the bar was a wreck—tables sticky with sweat, sex and cum, the air thick with the scent of corruption.

Annika lay sprawled across a booth, her body drenched in cum, her pussy stuffed with a customer’s last load.

Pamela, still riding the high of her dozenth orgasm, giggled as she licked a stray drop from Stefano’s chin.

"Best. Shift. Ever."

Stefano chuckled, his fingers tangling in her curls. "And it’s only the beginning, gostosa."

Annika moaned, the voluptuous milf's legs trembling as she tried to sit up. "P-Pyotr…"

Stefano turned, his golden eyes burning into hers. "Yes, Mom?"

She shivered, her body betraying her once more.

"...When’s the next shift?"

Stefano grinned.

"Tomorrow."