the plan is working

Lisa leaned casually against the bar, a glass of whisky in her hand, and could barely suppress her triumphant grin. Beneath the bar, just a few metres away from her, the glaring neon tube shone like a bloody operating theatre. The heavy black bar counter had been deliberately designed that way – semi-transparent, revealing everything. Every guest sitting or standing at the bar could now see Sarah perfectly: completely naked, on her knees, her thighs spread, her glistening, dripping cunt on full display.

Sarah’s red high heels were the only thing she was still wearing. Her full breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples rock-hard. And her face… oh God, her face was simply priceless. Her cheeks deep red, her eyes glazed over with shame and arousal, as she sucked the young waiter’s thick cock deep into her mouth.

“Look at her,” I whispered to Mia, who was standing next to me, thoroughly enjoying herself. Mia was wearing a tight black dress and continued to play the part of the concerned “girlfriend”. In reality, she was relishing every second of this humiliation.

“That stupid slut really believed Leon would be waiting for her here,” Mia muttered, giggling softly. She’d already pulled out her mobile and was discreetly filming, whilst at the same time uploading the old photos of Sarah – the secret shots from the last few days: Sarah getting changed, in the shower, in the solarium, even touching herself whilst thinking of “Leon”. The new OnlyFans account “SarahsSecretFall” was already live. The first pictures were already online and the follower count was rising rapidly.

The young waiter groaned softly as Sarah pushed her head further forward and took his cock all the way down her throat. You could hear the gagging, the wet smacking, the gurgling as saliva ran from the corners of her mouth and dripped over her tits.

“Good girl,” I whispered softly, so that only Mia could hear. “She has no idea that the whole place was set up. Everyone here is in on it.”

Marc, the older, burly waiter, grinned at me briefly and then beckoned four more blokes behind the bar. Regulars. All in their mid-30s to 50s, horny and ready. One after the other, they lined up in front of the narrow opening in the curtain.

The first new cock pushed through the gap – thick, uncircumcised, already dripping. Sarah hesitated for just a second, then obediently opened her mouth and took it in. You could see perfectly how her lips stretched, how her tongue licked over the glans before she sucked him deeper. Her hands rested on her own thighs because she didn’t know where to put them. The customers at the bar leaned forward; some pulled out their mobile phones and took photos quite openly. Flashes went off.

“Fuck, look at her,” laughed a bloke at the bar. “She sucks cock like a professional whore.”

Sarah couldn’t hear any of it because the music was too loud. But her body reacted – her hips moved slightly, as if her cunt were begging for attention.

Lisa felt her own arousal throbbing between her legs. It was better than anything she’d ever imagined. Little, arrogant Sarah, who’d always been so perfect and aloof, was now kneeling naked and lit up as if on a stage, sucking one cock after another.

The third bloke was particularly thick. Sarah gagged violently as he thrust deep into her throat, but she held on. Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt; you could see that clearly.

Mia whispered in my ear: “I’ve already got over 200 likes on the first photos. People love the caption: ‘From snobby bitch to bar slut in one night’.”

The fourth cock followed. Sarah was now sucking faster, more desperately. You could hear her quiet moans, the wet smacking, the slapping as the cocks struck her cheeks. The men grew bolder – one reached through the curtain and roughly kneaded her tits, tugging at her nipples whilst she sucked the next cock.

Sarah’s whole body was trembling. Her cunt was glistening so much that a drop of her arousal was slowly running down the inside of her thigh. She was completely lost – humiliated, used, and yet so horny that she couldn’t stop.

Sarah’s knees were weak, her cunt glistening with wetness that ran down the inside of her thighs. The younger waiter pulled the curtain aside. “Time to go. Come on, let’s go.” Sarah was so horny and overwhelmed that she could barely protest. She hastily pulled the red dress over her naked body and followed the two men outside.

In the taxi, she sat between them on the back seat. Marc (the older one) on the right, the younger one (whom she knew only as ‘Tim’) on the left.

No sooner had the car started moving than both of them placed their hands on her bare thighs. Marc kissed her immediately, hard and demanding, his tongue penetrating deep into her mouth. At the same time, Tim pushed down the strap of her dress and exposed her right breast. He kneaded it roughly, twisting her nipple.

Sarah moaned into Marc’s mouth.

Tim spread her legs wide apart. The short dress rode up to her waist. Her smooth, dripping cunt now lay exposed. The taxi driver immediately adjusted the rear-view mirror and stared unabashedly between her legs. Sarah wanted to protest, but Marc just kissed her even deeper, stifling every sound.

Tim slid two fingers into her wet cunt and fucked her slowly, whilst Marc kneaded her breast and sucked on her nipple. The taxi driver grinned and took a photo of the scene with his mobile – Sarah with her legs spread, two strangers’ hands on her body.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, Sarah’s dress had slipped completely out of place. One breast was hanging out, the hem had ridden up over her arse. The three of them stood in the lift. Tim pushed her dress up even higher until her entire lower half was naked.

Sarah suddenly had a quick-witted idea.

“Could you… take a photo for Leon?” she asked breathlessly.

The two waiters looked at each other and grinned.

“Sure. But not like that.”