I parted my legs
slightly to allow her hand easier access to my sensitive parts moaning with
pleasure as her tongue explored my mouth.
“We are going to a
bar tonight babe.” She said as she put the car in to gear and accelerated away.
“Great.” I replied
trying to smooth my skirt back down.
That was the least
that I wanted to do. I worked six nights a week in a bar and spending the
seventh in one was not attractive.
As I bar girl I
expected to be touched up and groped, but as a trophy boy friend I would also
receive the same treatment. The majority of customers in a bar would be female;
the few males were regarded as fair game even in the company of girl friends
who generally spent the evening chatting to other girls leaving their dates
isolated and vulnerable.
“Afterwards we are
going back to my place, I’ve got a big surprise for you and tomorrow you can
tidy the place up for me.”
There was no
discussion to be had.
I knew what the big
surprise would be it would be a big strap on which she would use on me to
satisfy her own needs whist giving little thought for mine. With luck she would
not climax too quickly so I might have some pleasure and she might caress my
tits which would be nice.
Usually she would
push in a few time and climax and that would be that.
“Mmmmh.” I murmured.”
Do we have to go to the bar you know I love it when you fuck me.”
She laughed. “I know
babe I know you love my little toys inside you. But I want to see the girls
tonight so you will have to wait a bit.”
She took her hand off
the steering wheel and stroked the inside of my leg.
I kept quiet there
was no point in arguing. I would end up over her knee with my skirt and slip up
getting a spanking if I annoyed her and that would be humiliating and painful.
We turned in to the
bar car park at speed stopping with a screech of brakes.
There were already a
number of cars there. All sleek sports cars and I could hear the music coming
from inside. Too make matters worse it was the bar I worked in.
She came round and
opened the door for me, leering as I slung my legs out and stood up.
She obviously appreciated
the view I gave her of my stocking tops and frilly undies.
As we walked across
the car park her hand slid from my waist to my bum tracing her finger in the
crack of my arse my flimsy dress offering no protection what so ever making me
feel horny.
She opened the door
and I followed her in to the crowded bar and across to were a group of her
friends were congregated.
As we walked I felt
my bottom being groped and even my dress being lifted by several of the
inebriated customers.
When we finally reached
her group, I was greeted with open mouth kisses with tongues going in to my
mouth deeply my bottom being squeezed as I was tightly hugged.
I could clearly feel that
in addition to my date, her friends were also wearing strap-ons.
I wondered what the evening
held and once again reflected was the role of modern men just to be eye candy
and sex slaves.
