Needles eyed Sarah as she entered the bar area from the back room. She turned to find him ogling her and snickering. Her cheeks turned a bright red, and she squeezed her thighs together. The thick seam of her now booty jean shorts placed pressure on her clit which sent a shudder up her spine.
Sarah made her way through the sea of leather, dirty jeans, and grit to the nearest group of men in need of beverages. She swiped at a lock hair held together with a glob of drying cum. She tucked it behind her ear and took a deep breath for courage.
"Hey there," she interrupted their laugh. "What can I get you, boys?" She turned on her charm. She smiled big. She rolled her shoulders back and stuck out her chest. Sarah knew what made tips go up. She wasn't completely naΓ―ve.
The men stopped their laughter and peered at her. The tallest, the one with his back to her, turned to peer over his shoulder before turning his front to Sarah.
Sarah stood in her new slutty uniform, the bottom of her breasts exposed, her puffy and aroused pussy lips barely contained, and her ass cheeks were falling out of her shorts. She felt their eyes crawling on her skin. It only spurred the need her earlier use had sparked. However, she waited. It was her job to serve them and serve them she would.
The tall one looked back to the men around him. He raised a brow. No one seemed to say anything. Her confidence wavered. Had she done something wrong?
"Chuck got waitresses now?" The tall man asked.
Sarah gulped. "Mr. Brunt hired me to serve-"
The wide and rough hand clapped on her right butt cheek. Sarah stumbled forward as the sting seemed to beeline for her clit. She regained her composure while the men laughed around her.
"To serve yoooouuu-" Her voice went up an octave as the man's fingers dug into her flesh. He gripped and kneaded her exposed ass flesh.
"Mr. Brunt." The tall man snorted. "You a sweet butt?" He asked as his finger dipped into the crevice of her ass.
Sarah rocked up on her heels. Her nipples, fully erect, could be seen through the thin cut-off shirt she wore. Her jeans were offering her no protection from his invasion, and soon his digit found the pucker of her anus. "I-I-II.." She stammered.
"Nope." Axel came around from behind her.
The hand was removed from her ass, and Sarah was both relieved and disappointed. There was something erotic about a man taking from her what he wanted. There was also something humiliating about being manhandled before a group; humiliating and oh-so-hot.
As the thought entered Sarah's mind, she blinked. It startled her. When did she become so depraved? Had she lost any sort of moral compass in just a few hours?
As if to awaken her from her little daydream, someone lifted her shirt the few inches needed to expose her breasts. She shook her head slightly and noted it was Axel's hand cupping her left breast.
"Hang around, she ain't been made a sweet butt yet. Still proving herself." He clarified. Though, Sarah had no idea what any of all that meant.
Axel's thumb and forefinger came down on her nipple. He pulled it from her body, and she leaned into the pull. She whimpered.
The tall man seemed to take Axel's lead. He took cupped, kneaded, and found her nipple. However, while Axel's pull was slow and torturous, the tall man's was quick, abrupt and devious. It was as if he wanted to match where Axel was.
Sarah let out a moan which muffled by the sound of the busy bar. "Responsive little slut ain't she?" The tall man commented. It received a cheer from the group.
"So far." Axel released her nipple. "Chuck wanted to let you know that she is open. This is her training period." When he said 'training,' he eyed Sarah. Sarah lowered her head. The conversation only spurred another loud cheer from the group which now surrounded her.
Axel patted her on the behind as another hand reached for her now open breast. The fingers awkwardly groped at her as if blindly searching for something. They found her nipple and the fingers twisted it hard. She squeaked and her knees bent.
Axel laughed. He stroked her hair looking into Sarah's pained expression. "You be good now." He patted her exposed cheeks. "Chuck expects you to serve anyone and give them anything they ask." He winked before pinching her behind and walking away.
The circle of men around her came in closer. Hands were everywhere. Sarah's shirt was peeled from her. It must have been tossed to the side. Sarah never saw it again. Two hands, possibly the same man's gripped at her breasts. The torture of pinches, twists, and kneading ensued.
Sarah's head lulled back and hit a wall of flesh. The tall man seemed to be supporting her weight. It was then she realized it was his hands that had possession of her breasts. From this angle, she could see the bottom of his chin and his smile as he toyed with her.
Her freshly cut shorts were stripped from her next. However, they got hung up on her boots. The men around her seemed content in leaving them there. A hand thrust between her thighs. It was turned sideways, so the edge of his palm and his forefinger were used to press into her slit.
Sarah whined as he pushed harder. Her swollen clit responded throbbing in achy need. His hand glistened, and it rocked back and forth teasing her with just enough sensation to amp up her sexual need but not enough to get her anywhere near the edge of orgasm.
There were two sets of hands on either one of her ass cheeks. The squeezed, pinched and pulled at them. She heard someone spit and then felt the pressure of a finger against the pucker of her hole. She squealed and attempted to wriggle away.
The tall man's firm grip on her breasts held her against his chest. She couldn't do more than wriggle against him. He laughed. "Where do you think you're going?" He rumbled.
"On the table!" Called the man with his hand pushing up against her pussy.
"Good idea!" One of the men gripping her ass agreed.
The tall man pushed up on her armpits. He lifted her up off the floor and before she knew it, she came crashing down on a table. It wobbled and glasses, bottles, and who knows what else were flung to the floor.
Someone pushed Sarah's feet up and yanked her knees wide apart. Her puffy, aroused, lower lips spread in this vulgar position. Sarah's mind drifted into a fog of hedonism and shame.
I shouldn't be allowing this; she thought to herself as a set of fingers pinched one side of her pussy lips while other probed for her clit. She groaned and bucked her hips forward. I shouldn't be wet. She told herself when the digit pressed into her, and she arched her back.
The tall man tugged at her armpits again. Her entire body slid further down the table. Her head hung off the side. "Open." He instructed.
Sarah opened her mouth and was surprised when a short, thick cock filled it. She had expected him to have a longer, maybe thinner cock. However, what filled her mouth now like a thick sausage of average length. Her mouth stretched around the girth, and she gagged for that reason alone.
One man's mouth came down to her left breast. However, he did not kiss her soft and sweet. No, this man bit her. His teeth dug into her flesh hard. The pain shot right to her clit. Sarah jerked on the table and attempted to scream. The tall man shoved his cock deeper into her throat.
Two fat fingers filled her pussy, shoved her toward the cock in her throat. She reached for the table in an attempt to steady herself. She was filled from both sides, and it was intoxicating.
It took a few good thrusts before the tall man and whoever had her hand in her cunt to get a rhythm. However, when they did, it was like a fire within her. Sarah's legs twitched as the man fingering her assaulted her cunt.