It was less than a week later that Miriam and Roger went out on the prowl again. This time they selected a bar -
The Way
, a sleazy club for the working class man - and they sat at a booth in the quietest, darkest corner of the room. It was early and the place was deserted apart from the barman who seemed unhappy to serve them at the booth. Miriam got up and sauntered over to the bar. She leant over it and smiled at him
"What'll it be?" he asked her as he peered lecherously down the deep front of Miriam's dress. She was wearing the same revealing black dress she had worn to the X-rated theatre together with black stockings, suspenders, panties and high heeled shoes.
"That depends entirely on what's being offered," Miriam said suggestively as she looked greedily at the stiff cock in his trousers. The barman was older, probably around forty five, and attractive in spite of the middle aged spread which had begun already.
"Anything you want, lady," the man replied with a cheeky smile. "Ya just gotta ask an' a good lookin' broad like you can have whatever ya want."
"You might not want to give me what I ask for with my husband sitting over there."
"If you're worried about that, lady, you're in the wrong bar. We have naked broads dancin' here tonight. Some of the things that happen here durin' the night would make a whore's hair curl."
"In that case," Miriam began, "I want you to come around here and fuck me!"
"You serious?"
Miriam smiled sweetly at him while she pulled her panties over her arse and down her long legs. She stood up and tossed them to him. "Need more proof?"
"What if customers come through the door?"
"They'll just have to wait their turn, won't they? Any more questions?"
"Shit no!" the barman exclaimed quietly. The man came around to stand behind her and she heard the familiar sound of a zip being lowered. The man's hard cock throbbed between her spread legs as he lifted her tiny skirt up onto her hips and surveyed her naked arse.
"Ya know, this is a real turn on for me," he told her. "I can't get my woman to wear these stockings. Yet they're a real buzz. They make your legs seem like they go on forever." His hands ran up the inside of her thighs making her shudder with desire.
Miriam glanced over to Roger who sat watching happily. She flashed him a big grin and was rewarded with a returned smile which told her to continue. The man's fingers had reached her moist cunt and had begun to probe its damp depths.
"What's the story with your ol' man, sweetheart?" the barman asked her as he bent her at the hips and pushed her forward over the bar.
"He likes to watch," she replied succinctly.
"Stupid prick! Doesn't know what he's missin' out on." The man pulled his fingers out of her cunt and spread her cunt lips with one hand.
"He doesn't miss out," Miriam told him as his cock speared up into her.
"Likes to go second, does he?" The man's hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his cock fully before he began to move in and out of her.
"Mmmmm," Miriam sighed as she enjoyed the feeling of the man's thick cock rhythmically fucking into her from behind. "Sometimes he likes more than one guy to cum inside me before he fucks me."
The barman's excited cock was already pounding her pudenda while his balls swung up onto her erect clit with each forward stroke. He reached forward and rubbed his hands over her big tits through the brief dress. Her sensitive nipples began to lengthen and grow stiff under the treatment. The barman's cock strokes grew shorter as his arousal increased until his arse was a blur of excited activity.
"You mean a classy broad like you wants to take on more than one fella?" the man said between gasps.
"Sure. The more the merrier. How many men do you think will want to fuck a hot slut like me tonight?"
The barman groaned as his cock burst. Miriam could feel the ejaculating cum as it spurted up inside her cunt. The man slowed his movements now but the strokes got longer forcing his cock higher up into the cunt sheath where the cock spewed out the rest of its load.
Just as the barman pulled out the door of the bar swung open and two men came in. They were in their mid thirties and they were obviously excited by the sight of a stocking‑clad woman bent forward with her dress up around her waist. The barman stuffed his cock back into his pants and looked up.
"Jack, Bill," he greeted the new arrivals. "It's free for all comers," he added to the men as he moved behind the bar with a satisfied grin.