I sat down at my usual stool at Kieran's, an Irish style pub in my neighborhood, and I naturally expected to order my usual Harp's or Guinness, from my usual bartender, Kevin Murtaugh, a gruff, but otherwise likeable fellow always willing to lend an ear. That was not what happened, of course, or there wouldn't be a story to tell. At any rate, there I was, waiting to order my draft, when the new barkeep walked up behind the counter and smiled at me as I ordered.
"You must be Sal. I'm Devin, but you can call me Dee. I'm Kevin's wife and he decided to put me to work here," the tall, sassy blonde with a light tan informed me in an unmistakably Australian accent.
"Well, as a long-standing patron, remind me to thank him. Yes, I'm Sal and I must confess that if you weren't Kevin's missus, I would be hitting on you a bit. I'm not going to lie about that. Where the hell has he been hiding you? Paris?" I chuckled while downing my first pint.
"Not precisely, but I used to be a model. I'm in my forties now, so a bit long in the tooth for that. After that, I tried acting, waitressing, cosmetology, massage, and now bartending. I was already tending bar when we met in Provincetown. I couldn't resist Kevin. We fucked in the dunny, mate, and God, that was terrific!" Dee explained to me with a saucy smile as she recalled the risky delights of fucking a man in a public restroom.
"The dunny?" I asked Dee, unclear of her meaning.
"The public toilet, mate. We got it on in the unisex restroom there. That was fucking awesome, too! We've had a hard time keeping our hands off each other since that point, about two weeks ago. We got married there, too, a bit of a rushed ceremony, and we've been going like bunnies ever since. It's been one hell of a great time since we met, and the best parts are yet to come, I think, especially since he gave me this job. It's a good thing that he got me this job, too," Dee admitted to me as she poured me a second draft.
"I gather that you enjoy this job very much, then," I grinned at Dee.
"Oh, very much so. Where else can I flirt openly while married and no one think worse of me for it? Let's face, we've been flirting this whole time and you know it. I like it myself," Dee taunted me.
I ordered a third round and began to drink it steadily, not too fast or slow, while flirting with Dee and the others, just as she flirted with multiple guys. That was when I noticed a very cute Asian lady, rather slender and petite, talking to the blonde and statuesque Dee, both of them looking at me very intently, both of them even licking their lips as they stared at me. I wasn't sure what to expect, though, in terms of whether they would keep staring or the stranger would approach me. That was when Dee poured me another round, before I could even finish my current one, not even asking me, and then leaned in for a whisper.
"Amy over there wants to fuck. I could say that nicer or use euphemisms, but fuck that! Amy wants to be taken. What do you think? Would you like some of that booty? Oh, and you might want to use the men's room for the action. Amy's a sissy, not strictly speaking a lady," Dee smirked as I spewed out a little of my beer.
"Woah...she's an actual sissy and she want to slut it up for me? Well, first let me buy her a beer, at least one," I suggested.
"Nope. Your money's no good here. Hubby's orders. If you get her a round, it's on the house, too, so try not to to buy her too many, okay? Not constantly," Dee declared as I finished my third beer and started my fourth, smiling as she poured a pint for Amy, too.
Amy stared at me, looked down at her drink, grinned impishly, and tossed it back like nobody's business. It was a heavy Irish stout and she had no trouble putting it away, defying all possible Asian stereotypes. That was when she bought a drink for me as well as herself: a shot of Jameson, neat. I didn't hesitate to show my respect and appreciation for her by taking the shot down the hatch without a chaser. It burned, of course, but was fairly smooth for straight whiskey, as it happened. I then finished my beer and walked over to Amy, slipping my hands up her skirt while Dee watched us with winks at each of us and obvious voyeuristic pleasure.
"You like the way that this feels? Dee likes watching us, you know. She likes knowing how hot and bothered you are," I told Amy with a low and husky voice, "I know your secret, babe, and I'm more than willing to keep it. Come on, let's get busy, you and I. Then we can send Dee home horny to her husband, I can meet up with my girlfriend later and last longer, as long as I don't think of you, and you can screw whoever your primary partner is later and wear them out. How about it, honey buns?"
"Surely you've noticed that I'm going commando tonight. I'm here with one mission, sir, and that is to have my booty fucking used and good by a guy like you. How about we take this to the bathroom and see if you're really as wild as you claim?" Amy countered, taking my hand with her own dainty one as we quickly reached the men's room and closed the stall behind us.
First, of course, Amy unzipped my pants and started giving me the sort of blowjob that makes a guy wonder if the woman is trying to literally suck the life force out of him. She had my dick inside her mouth and down her throat with a vengeance as she held on for dear life. She basically inhaled my cock and had my pubes practically tangled up with her nose hairs (if she had any of those left). Amy might well be anatomically male, but she knew how to suck like the best of the girls, in some ways even better.
That was when I felt hands on my ass and realized that we weren't alone at all. I didn't resist, of course, being curious as to what the owner of said hands had in mind for me as I began seriously humping Amy's face. Amy gagged and sputtered a couple of times from the eagerness of my thrusts, but she also winked at me more than once to show that she loved every second of being used like that.
This was when Amy stopped, handed me some lube, bent over, and hiked up her skirt to welcome me inside her bottom. Damn, she was one tight, hot slut as I lubed her up and fucked her good and hard, my hands also roaming toward her junk to play with it, much to our mutual gratification. Amy pushed back at me with her hips and booty, doing her best to get me closer to her prostate as I pumped in and out of her bowels. I didn't dare pull on her scarlet wig as I sodomized her, but I held onto her shoulders for a grip and made her my bitch.
The other set of hands wouldn't leave me alone, of course, and it wasn't much longer before their owner parted my cheeks to start playing with my asshole. I felt fingers probing me, much to my delight, even as I had very hot, steamy, rough anal sex with Amy. We were a train, me, Amy, and this mysterious third party, evidently a woman from the soft skin on her fingers and hands. It felt amazing to do something risky like this in a public restroom, the three of us having our way with each other, especially me inside Amy for my part. Amy certainly wasn't complaining, far from it.
At last, however, I was too far gone, especially with the stimulation to my prostate, and I spurted several jets of my white hot cum up Amy's ass, which triggered her own release. She turned around and kissed both me and my other companion on the mouth, not hiding her intentions in the least. I had done some rather risque and heated stuff before, but this qualified as some of the wildest sex I ever had. As I started to wipe my dick, Amy pointed downward to show me how clean it was.
