Chapter 3

I had not been paying any attention to where we were going. Suddenly I looked around and realized we were in a part of town I had never seen before. It was pretty seedy, and I was glad of that. The chances of seeing someone I knew had to be pretty slim. If I had to be this man's slut, I guess I might as well be in a part of town where it was more appropriate.

Just as I was beginning to wonder if he even had a destination in mind, he pulled into the parking lot beside a seedy little bar. We got out of the car and he pushed me ahead of him to the door. We went in and I was instantly aware of how much of me was showing. There were a dozen men in the bar, and every one of them stared at me all the way to the back of the bar, where I was pushed into a large circular booth.

"The driver" wedged himself in after me and the bartender came over to take our order. I finally found out the name of "the driver" as the bartender called out "Hey Ted, who is the lady, and what the hell is she doing with a guy like you."

The guy making my life a living hell was Ted. I would have expected something a little more like Lucifer.

He ordered a beer for himself. I said I didn't want anything, but he ordered wine for me. He said he liked the way I acted after a little wine.

I looked up as three men approached the booth. Judging by the greetings they were friends and/or drinking buddies. Ted invited them to join us.

I could feel their eyes on my chest as they squeezed into the booth. I looked down and checked to make sure that my breasts were both covered, at least as much as possible.

They began talking, but all four of them were staring at me as they talked.

Ted introduced me in a way that immediately let everyone know what my position was.

"Guys, this is my cunt, Linda. I met her last night. She loved me so much she gave herself to me, swore she would do anything just to be with me."

The three men laughed and snorted, obviously they knew that wasn't the truth.

"OK, maybe she didn't fall madly in love with me. But she sure as hell belongs to me. I won't bother you with details, but she will do anything I tell her to do. Won't you cunt?"

I nodded. It was true. I would. I knew this was going to be more than I could take. But there was no way out now without ruining my life.

His friends, however, were still skeptical.

"You don't believe me?" he asked.

"Yeah, right," they chimed in, obviously not believing a word of it.

He turned to me and ordered me to unbutton the top of my dress the rest of the way.

I furtively looked around the bar and saw that nobody in the bar could see me, Ted had me completely obscured from anyone else in the bar. Only he and his friends could see me.

I reached up and unbuttoned the last three buttons, and then dropped my hands back into my lap.

Just then the bartender arrived with our drinks. I knew he could see my breast, he stood there a long time, taking the money for the drinks and chatting idly with Ted. I didn't have the nerve to look until he left. But as he walked away I looked down. It was obvious that from where he had stood he could see my entire left breast.

The surprising thing was, it just didn't seem to matter anymore. I was in a more or less constant state of embarrassment. Every new humiliation was just more of the same. I picked up my glass and took several long drinks. It was a very bad wine, but I really needed it right then.

Ted turned back to his friends and said, "Now what do you think?"

They were all staring at my breasts. Ted reached over and opened my dress so that my breasts were completely exposed.

At this point the bartender came back with the change. You would have thought he was carrying on a conversation with my breasts. He looked straight at them as he talked to Ted. He placed the change on the table and finally, reluctantly, returned to his place behind the bar.

Ted turned back to his friends and said "How do you like them tits guys?!"

To their credit, they did not actually drool, they just sat there with stupid looks on their faces, looking like they had never seen a tit before.

He turned to the man on my immediate left and said, "You should see them when those nipples get hard. Go ahead Bob, get those suckers hard for us."

I sucked in my breath as Bob gingerly reached up and started playing with my nipples. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stand to look at anyone. I sat quietly as he moved his hands over my tits, much softer, and much nicer than I expected from one of these jerks.

Then he began to concentrate on my nipples. Pinching them lightly between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, it actually felt pretty good! I felt my nipples getting taut, and I hated myself for responding, but I knew it was not my fault.

Finally, long after my nipples had hardened, Ted told him he could stop. I opened my eyes and saw all four of them staring at my chest. I took another long drink of wine and then set my empty glass down and closed my eyes again.

"What do you think guys?" Ted asked. "Is she turned on?"

"Sure looks hot to me." Bob said.

"Damn straight." One of the others responded.

"Fuckin' a." The other one chimed in.

Ted reached down and pulled my skirt up, exposing my pussy to Bob. The other two couldn't see because the table blocked their view.

"Go ahead, Bob, check her out. See if she is wet." Ted offered.

I sat still as I felt his hand move down between my thighs and up to my pussy. Without even being told I spread my legs for him. I gasped quietly as his finger entered me. I knew what he would find, I knew I was wet.

He moved his finger in and out of me for far longer than was necessary. Then he raised it above the table so everyone could see how wet I had gotten him.

"Give her your hand, Bob." Ted said.

Bob stretched out his hand. I took it, and held it, not knowing what I was supposed to do.

"You got his hand all dirty, cunt. Clean him. I looked at him for a second, then it dawned on me what he wanted. I leaned forward slightly and pulled his finger to my lips. I licked it gently, as though it were a little cock. Then I took it into my mouth sliding my lips up and down. I suddenly realized I was subconsciously putting on a show for them! I quickly pulled my mouth away and let his hand go.

I glanced up and saw the looks on their faces. These were all older men. Late 40s or early 50s. The one on the far end, I still didn't know the names of the last two, was skinny as a rail, the other two, Bob and the guy beside him, were both smaller than Ted, but they were both heavy, with big beer bellies.

They were all staring at me in awe. Here I was, a very attractive, very sexy, 23 year-old woman. Just a normal housewife. Sitting at this table in a seedy bar with four seedy old men. My breasts were exposed. My pussy was exposed. I was doing every nasty thing I was told.

At first I had thought that he was just going to show me off a little, and humiliate me a lot. But I was beginning to suspect that Ted was going to make me have sex with these men. A gangbang!! I had, on occasion, fantasized about having sex with two men. But not four! Not four ugly old men!

The bartender showed up at the table again. I bet these guys never got service this good before! He continued to act like nothing was unusual as he stared at my all but naked body. Ted ordered another round of drinks.

As the bartender walked away Ted turned to his friends and said, "How about if we finish this next round, and go to my place for a little peace and quiet?"

There was a chorus of anxious replies, I didn't expect anyone to say no.

Ted turned to me and put his hand on my right breast. He was roughly squeezing and pulling as he asked me sarcastically if I minded. I just shook my head. There was nothing I could say.

The bartender came back with the drinks and Ted released his hold on my breast.

"That sure is a sweet young thing you got there Ted," the bartender said.

"This slut!?" Ted said incredulously. "She ain't bad looking, but she ain't a sweet young thing. Are you cunt?" he asked as he turned to me.

I shook my head, but I guess Ted was getting tired of non-verbal answers.

"Answer me bitch!" he exclaimed impatiently.

"No, I am just a cunt Ted." I responded without looking up.

Ted put his hands on the edge of the table and slid it out of the way a few inches.

Now I was totally exposed to all five of them.

"Go ahead, cunt. Show him your cunt." I spread my legs, as much as possible, which was not much since I was still sandwiched in between these two large men. He whistled softly as I sat before him totally exposed, obeying all of Ted's orders.

"I don't know how you fell into this, Ted, but I gotta say you are the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the fuckin' world man!"

"One of these days I'll bring her in and let you have a shot at her, man." Ted said, generously.

"No shit!?"

"No shit. First, though, I think she needs a little more training."

The bartender returned to the bar, and I continued to sit, fully exposed, as we drank our drinks and Ted and his friends talked, mostly about me and the things they wanted to do to me.

I guess the bartender must have told a few of the customers that something was going on in our booth, because every once in a while one of them would go out of their way to pass us on the way to the restroom. It was obvious they were just coming over to check out the naked female, but Ted didn't mind. He seemed to get a kick out of anything that increased my discomfort level.

Finally Ted told me to straighten out the top of my dress, but would not allow me to button it. He slid out of the booth and pulled me after him. I pulled my dress down, but not before I am sure that every man in the bar saw my naked pussy. Then we left, Ted first, I followed, and his three friends bringing up the rear.

In the parking lot we split up into two cars. The other heavyset man, I now learned that his name was Dave, got in beside me so that I was squeezed between him and Ted. Bob and the skinny guy got in Bob's car.

As we left the parking lot Dave put his arm around my shoulders, and his hand hung down, his fingers lightly moving over my left breast.

"You don't mind, do you Ted?" he asked politely.

Ted smiled at him and said, "Not at all, please, feel free." They both seemed to think that was real funny.

Now that he had permission, Dave had his hands all over me. He squeezed and pulled on my breasts like he was milking me. He moved his hand down and pushed it between my legs. I couldn't spread my legs, we were pressed to close together, so he pulled my leg up over his and roughly jammed first one and then two fingers into me.

I moaned in pain, but I think he thought it was something else. "Damn!" he said to Ted. "Listen to her moan. She's a hot one!" They both laughed again.

Thankfully, we were already in Ted's neighborhood. We quickly found a place to park and I was again pulled out of the car, with everything showing, with no regard for who might be around. As before, however, there was nobody nearby to witness my humiliation. I guess this is the kind of neighborhood that you stay inside after dark.

We waited on the street for Bob and skinny, and when they caught up to us we went inside.