Chapter 8
The next day I picked my husband up at the airport. We had something to eat on the way home and then we went straight to bed.
I was worried that he would notice something, but my bruises were almost gone, and he was so horny from being away so long, that he wasn't noticing much of anything. And the room was dimly lit. So I eventually relaxed and enjoyed myself as much as I could, my poor abused body was still sore.
But it felt good to be with him again. It made me feel clean again. Normal. I felt bad about what I had been doing while he was away, and what I knew I would be doing when he left again. But I had to keep suppressing that thought if I was ever going to be able to live with myself or with my husband. At least until I found a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into.
I tried not to think about what had happened to me while my husband was away. I wanted the next three weeks to be as normal and as wonderful as possible. But I could not keep it out of my mind. I kept remembering what I had done, and what had been done to me. But that wasn't the worst part. Whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I noticed I was aroused. I didn't want to be. I knew I should be disgusted, traumatized. I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my husband would take, and what I would be put through after he left. I did not look forward to my next session with Ted, but the idea of it turned me on. Even after all that I had been through last week, I still had those same fantasies that had gotten me into this to start with!
The weeks flew by and before I knew it I was helping my husband pack for his next trip. I drove him to the airport in the morning and then went straight home. I sat by the phone for a long time. I knew I had to call Ted. My orders were to call him as soon as my husband was gone and I was alone. He said he would know if I did not. I believed him.
I finally got up the nerve and called him. He didn't waste any time with small talk. As soon as he answered and heard my voice he said, "It's about time cunt. I been saving it up for you. Get your ass over here, now."
I wasn't all that sure I could find his apartment, but I felt nervous about my neighbors seeing him here, so I thought it was the better option.
As it turned out, I had no trouble finding the way. I drove right to it. I parked and went to his door and knocked. He answered the door, wearing only a robe, and pulled me in roughly. He slammed the door and sat on the couch.
He ordered me to strip. I was still wearing the shorts and blouse I wore to take my husband to the airport. I unbuttoned my blouse and as I slid it down my arms and tossed it on the chair I watched Ted open his robe and begin to slowly massage his quickly growing cock. I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. Then I reached between my breasts and unbuttoned my bra. I tossed it on the chair and slid my panties off.
He motioned me over to sit beside him on the couch. As soon as I did he was all over me. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. His large rough hands were all over me. Squeezing and pinching and groping my breasts and my thighs and my pussy.
After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I knew what he wanted, of course. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing cock and leaned forward to lick it all over.
I took him into my mouth and started sucking. I guess he had been saving it up for me! In no time at all he was shooting a huge load of hot cum into my mouth. I was getting much better at this, and I swallowed it all without much difficulty. I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and I had gotten every last drop of his cum. Then he pushed me away and stood up.
He went into his bedroom and returned about ten minutes later, dressed. I was still naked. He had not told me to dress. He tossed me something and told me to put it on. It was a mini-dress. I could see that it was new, it still had the tags on it from the store. He must have gotten it just for me. I saw why when I put it on. It was one size too small, and even if it had been the right size it would have been too small! It was semi-transparent and my breasts were plainly visible. My nipples stuck out like little thumbs.
I begged Ted to at least let me wear my panties. There was no way I could go out like this and not get arrested! I looked at myself in the mirror and without even moving my crotch was just visible below the hemline! He let me put the panties on. It wasn't much, but I felt a little better.
I followed him outside and he made me walk ahead of him and we started walking to the bar we had gone to the first night he took me out.
It was only a few blocks to the bar. But it seemed to take forever. I tried not to notice the looks of the people I passed on the street. The surprised but lustful looks of the men, the shocked, disapproving looks of the women. And all of the looks said the same thing. "SLUT!"
The only things to be grateful for were the lack of wind and the fact that there were very few people on the street.
We finally arrived at the bar and I was relieved to see that at this early hour the only one here was the bartender.
He looked up as we came in and it was obvious that he recognized me. He smiled and then smiled even wider when he realized I was almost naked.
Ted pushed me over to the bar and we took a seat.
"Do you remember the last time I brought my bitch in here?" Ted asked.
"Are you kidding? Prettiest tits and pussy I ever saw! If I close my eyes I can still see her sitting there with here tits hanging out." The bartender responded.
"Well, she has had a little more training, and I thought I would bring her in for that 'tip' I promised you."
"No shit!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of disbelief I his eyes.
I was not surprised. I figured Ted would find someway to humiliate me. I didn't even attempt to resist as Ted reached over and unzipped the back of my tiny dress. He pulled the top down and I sat in there in that public bar topless, praying no one would come in to add to my humiliation.
"She is all yours, buddy. Help yourself." Ted generously offered.
"Anything I want?" the bartender asked, still not sure this wasn't a big joke.
"Anything you want." Ted replied.
The bartender reached over the bar and put one of his large meaty hands on my breast. He was gentle at first, but then he started squeezing and pulling on my nipples, taking great pleasure from seeing them getting larger and stiffer as he abused them.
He ordered me to stand up and walk around the bar to where he was standing.
As soon as I was within his reach he grabbed me and pulled me against him and started kissing me brutally. His large tongue probed my mouth. His hands moved down my back and over my ass. When I didn't resist he pulled up the back of my dress and moved his hands all over my panties. His finally pulled his mouth away from mine and started licking his way down to my naked breasts. One of his hands moved around to my crotch and started roughly rubbing over my pussy.
I looked over at Ted and saw how amused he was at my predicament. He truly enjoyed seeing me abused by strange men. I think that if he had to choose between doing it himself, or watching me suffer while someone else abused me, he would have a hard time choosing.
The bartender pulled my dress the rest of the way down and when I stepped out of it he threw it on the bar. He stood up and ordered me to take my panties off.
After a quick glance at the door I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. As I did this, the bartender was unzipping his pants and pulling out his large cock.
The bartender looked at me, standing there in the nude, for a few moments. Then he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into my face, rubbing it all around, leaving a trail of slime all over my face.
When that no longer amused him he ordered me to open my mouth and he roughly shoved his cock, which was now quite hard, into my mouth. He was roughly fucking my face, choking me, gagging me.
Tears were streaming down my face as he assaulted my mouth. Suddenly he stopped and I realized someone had come into the bar. I thought that he would stop and I could hide down behind the bar, out of sight.
Unfortunately the newcomer was a friend of the bartender and he spoke to his friend as he came up to the bar, never taking his cock from my mouth.
"I'll be damned!" the newcomer exclaimed. "Hey, I bet I know who she is. I heard about the bitch you had in here a couple of weeks ago. You had her in a booth in the back with all her shit hanging out. I heard she went out of here with four guys. Is that her?"
"That's her." Ted answered for the bartender. "She belongs to me. I can do anything I want with her."
"No way!" the customer said in obvious disbelief.
"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a tip. She is kneeling back there naked and sucking on his cock. What do you think?"
Ted told them a little bit of how I came to be there. Once they learned that I was a more or less innocent housewife being blackmailed into this, I had hoped that I would get a little sympathy. Was I ever wrong! They thought that was the hottest thing they ever heard.
The bartender told Ted he was going to take me into the back room and fuck the shit out of me. Ted said he would watch the bar.
The bartender pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me towards a door in the corner and we entered a storeroom. There was no bed or anywhere to lie down. He just pushed me over a stack of beer cases and I heard him take his pants down.
He stepped up behind me and he rubbed his hands all over my ass. He squeezed my cheeks and spread them, looking at me as I lay spread out before him. He stepped up closer and pushed his cock between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth against my pussy. Then, in one long slow stroke, he shoved it all the way in.
I was soaking wet, and he entered with no trouble at all.
"I'll be damned! You little cunt, you are soaking wet! You like this shit don't you?"
I just groaned. It was too humiliating to have to answer. And how could I explain? How could I make him understand that I didn't want to do this? I had no choice. I couldn't help it if being treated like this aroused me. But it didn't matter. I didn't care what he thought anyway. I nodded and he laughed at me, adding to my humiliation.
He leaned forward and reached around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing roughly as his cock roughly ravaged my pussy. I tried not to, but I felt myself nearing orgasm as he overpowered me. I began to moan quietly and he could tell I was getting close. My pussy was squeezing his cock tightly. I was almost panting I was breathing so hard. Finally I let it happen and I started to cum. He felt me tense up and start to thrash around on top of the cases of beer he had spread me out on and I guess that pushed him over the edge. He started blasting his cum into my pussy.
When he was done he collapsed on me for a moment. He was so big, so heavy I could hardly breathe. After a few moments he stood up and pulled me to my feet. He turned me to face him and pushed me to my knees. I didn't even have to be told by now. I knew what my job was. I took his soft, sticky cock in my hand and placed my mouth over it. I quickly sucked it clean, then licked his balls to clean them as well.
When he was satisfied he ordered me to pull his pants up. I reached down to the tangle of clothing around his ankles and pulled his shorts up into place. Then I pulled his pants up and buttoned them, zipped them, and buckled his belt.
He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me to the door and didn't even look to see who was in the bar as he shoved me through the door.
Fortunately, I guess, there were only the same two men in the bar that were in there when I was taken into the back. I stood behind the bar with cum dripping down my legs, waiting to be told that I could dress. I felt the eyes of all three men on my body as I stood there, keeping an eye on the door. I seemed to be the only one worried that someone might come in and be upset to find a naked woman in the bar.
I was shocked when it occurred to me that I was less concerned with the idea that someone would see me naked than the idea that someone would be upset by it! My God! How low was I sinking?
I finally began to hear what was being said around me. Apparently, while I had been in the back with the bartender, Ted had been making plans with the bartender's friend. It seems that in the brief time we had been in the storeroom, Ted and the newcomer, whose name I learned was Mark, had become friends. They had apparently made plans for my afternoon.
I asked Ted if I could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and to my surprise, he said yes. I reached for my panties and my dress but he stopped me. He apparently wanted me clean but naked.
I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom. It felt so strange to be walking around naked in a public place, to the amusement of the men in the room. But it was a relief to be able to clean the mess from my pussy and my thighs. I took my time, not anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the amusement of strange men. But I could not put it off forever.
I opened the door of the restroom and looked out, thankful to see that no one had entered the bar since I came in to clean up. I walked out and stood beside Ted, waiting to see what would happen to me next.
I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me to put it on. As the men watched I slid the dress over my head and zipped up the back. It was funny, thinking back to how uncomfortable I was when I first put it on, when I realized now much better I felt putting it on now. My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could reach for them Ted handed them to the bartender and said, "Why don't you hang these up over the bar? Right there by your first dollar."
Everyone thought that was a pretty amusing idea. Everyone but me, that is. The bartender got some thumbtacks from a drawer and spread my panties out on the wall and tacked them up. While he was mounting his trophy panties, Ted pulled me around so that I was standing between him and Mark, facing Mark.
I felt Ted's hands, moving over my ass in an absent-minded sort of way. As if he were just doing it to keep his hands occupied.
Marc looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty little thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of fucking and sucking, is that right?" As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my breast. "Are you a horny little housewife?"
I avoided looking at him, but I nodded. This time, however, I wasn't just saying what they wanted to hear. I was beginning to realize that I was turning into what they wanted me to be. I had just been forced to have sex with the bartender. And I had had a great orgasm!
Now I was standing between two men who had their hands all over me, and I was getting excited again. I didn't want them know that, but Mark knew. His hand moved down between my legs and I felt his finger move up and down across my slit, and then gently into me. He knew I was enjoying this. He understood. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
Mark put his wet finger in my mouth and as I sucked it clean he said, "We have something new planned for you darling. Another new experience for you. I guess you are having a lot of those lately, according to Ted."
I didn't dare ask what they had planned. I knew that whatever it was it would be unpleasant.
Ted and Mark got up from their bar stools and, with me between the we walked out. Ted had left his car at his apartment so we got into Mark's car and drove away with me between them in the front seat.