It had been a hot day out here in the desert, and as night fell, the heat was just getting bearable. Even now, as it was rather late, Sara was still sweating, as she pulled up outside the small, neon lit bar.
Entering the bar, she found it almost deserted. The bartender was clearing the tables, and a man sat at the bar with the last beer of the evening.
She hesitated, and the two men looked her over, but what the heck? She knew she was a good-looking woman in her tight jeans and a t-shirt, showing off her bulging breasts. Confidently, she walked over to the bar and sat down next to the only customer.
He turned to face her – a stout, muscular man with a dark, intense gaze. There was an air of brutality about him that kind of turned her on. The tall, skinny bartender, on the other hand, she couldn’t quite figure out. He seemed somewhat detached, even as he asked her:
“What’ll it be? We’re closing.”
Sara smiled at him. He didn’t react.
“Beer,” she said.
The bartender quickly pulled an ice-cold beer from the tap.
“Anything else we could help you with?” he asked.
The customer’s gaze stayed fixed on her. Sara laughed briefly.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked.
The two men looked at each other quickly, and the bartender smiled vaguely:
“That sure sounds promising, eh Billy?”
“Yeah yeah,” Billy murmured. “But I don’t think she knows what she’s getting herself into.”
Sara drank from her beer, then sniffed sarcastically.
“Listen, I don’t think the two of you can think of anything I haven’t tried yet.”
The men fell silent for a few seconds. Then Billy whispered: “Lock the door.”
The bartender quickly walked over to the door, locking it. The sound sent chills down Sara’s spine, but she sat upright on the barstool, looking Billy straight in the eyes. Without a word he raised his glass and stood in front of Sara. Then, slowly, he tipped the glass, pouring cold beer over her torso.
She gasped from the cold. Soaked, her t-shirt clung to her breasts. Billy lowered the glass, smiling wickedly. The beer felt cold as ice against Sara’s skin, hardening her nipples. Involuntarily, she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them gently. The bartender leaned across the counter, watching her.
“More,” she whispered.
Billy lifted the glass over her head.
“Come on,” she moaned, “give it to me.”
And Billy let the beer wash over her hair, her face, her torso. She shivered from the cold, squirming on the barstool. Without a word the bartender was pulling more beer from the tap. Meanwhile, Billy grabbed Sara’s glass, pouring that over her, too.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. Her long, black hair got dripping wet, making it stick to her cheeks. Even the rough fabric of her jeans was soaked by the cold beer. Sara felt her t-shirt and panties clinging to her body.
The bartender handed Billy still more beer, which he eagerly poured over the soaking wet Sara. Panting, she let the cold liquid wash over her, still massaging her rounded breasts.
Billy put the empty glasses away. Then he sat down, just looking at her. None of the men said a word. The beer dripped from Sara’s body onto the floor.
“You want me to undress, now?” she whispered.
There was no answer.
Brushing her dripping wet hair from her face, she unbuttoned her jeans. They were so wet, she could hardly pull them down. And when she finally did, her panties came off as well.
The bartender leaned over to look at Sara’s pussy. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Billy could se all the way up into her pink slit, wet from beer and her juices. But he didn’t move.
“We wanna watch you masturbate,” he said calmly.
And Sara started playing with her pussy. She was so hot now. Her legs still spread wide, she exposed her clit to the two men. Then she let her fingers rub it. Up and down, very slowly, very gently.
“Oooh yeah,” she whispered huskily.
Billy poured himself another beer, calmly drinking it as Sara masturbated in front of him.
“Is it good?” he asked her.
Sara was rubbing harder now. She gasped loudly with excitement, massaging her pussy in an ever-increasing rhythm.
“Ohhh,” she shouted straight into Billy’s face. He just smiled, taking another sip of beer.
“Well, is she gonna come?” the bartender said.
Then, suddenly, Billy stood in front of Sara again. Without warning, he brutally forced two fingers up into her pussy. She screamed loudly. Billy grabbed her firmly with his other arm and started finger-fucking her. Rhythmically, his two fingers slid in and out of her slippery cunt. He bent them and straightened them, turning them around in her pussy. And all the time thrusting them in and out.
Sara was sobbing with lust. The bartender watched them. Suddenly, Billy started kissing her. He pressed his mouth against hers, forcing his salivating tongue into her mouth. Sara twisted around on the barstool. Billy’s fingers explored every inch of her pussy, his tongue greedily licking the insides of her mouth. She was so hot, she could hardly take it.
“Yep. Yeah, she’s coming,” the bartender said unemotionally.
And at the same moment she lost control. Billy’s mouth let go of hers as Sara’s screams of orgasm filled the bar, her pussy muscles spasming around his pumping fingers.
“Oh! Oh!” she screamed.
Billy pulled his dripping wet fingers from her pussy, forcing them into her mouth.
“Lick them,” he whispered. With loud smacking noises she sucked her own pussy juice from his fingers. It still a had faint taste of beer. Her entire body was shivering.
“Are you ready?” Billy asked.
Without a word, the bartender came out to join them. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out a remarkably long cock. It was almost completely erect.
“Lick it,” Billy commanded.
Shaking, she knelt down in front of the bartender, cautiously sucking the bulging head of his cock.
“Aaah,” he groaned, forcing his cock into her mouth.
Sara swallowed, as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. Then he pulled the dripping cock out of her mouth, starting to pump it slowly back and forth.
“I think she’s thirsty,” Billy said mockingly.
And the bartender paused his fucking motions, as Billy poured some cold beer over his long cock. As he started pumping again, Sara could taste the beer on his long, stiff tool. The bartender grunted, grabbing her soaking wet hair. He pulled his cock all the way out of her mouth with each stroke, only to poke it in between her wet lips with a powerful thrust. Again and again, Sara’s mouth was filled with his swelling cock.
“More,” he gasped. Pulling out completely, he stood with his erect cock in front of her face.
“You do it,” Billy commanded, passing the glass to Sara. With shivering fingers, she lifted it up, pouring cold beer over the bartender’s cock. It jerked wildly, as he shook with desire.
“Yeah!” he yelled, brutally forcing his cock in between her lips again. She sucked the beer from it, as it pumped her mouth savagely. Then, again, he let it slip out, making a smacking sound.
“Again,” he gasped.
Obediently, Sara poured more beer over the wildly stiffened cock. But this time she didn’t take it into her mouth. Instead, she let her long, wet tongue lick up the beer. Slowly her tongue played around the tender skin of the bartender’s hard shaft. Its veins swelled and throbbed.
She lifted the glass. Another gush of ice-cold beer, which Sara licked from the bartender’s cock with wet, slurping sounds.
Moaning, Billy unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled out his fat cock and started masturbating. Sara looked at him teasingly.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Yes,” the two men gasped in unison.
Sara laughed, pouring the rest of the beer over herself. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles.
“Fuck her,” Billy groaned.
The bartender grabbed the wet woman, placing her belly down over the bar stool. Slowly, his cock entered Sara’s dripping wet pussy.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
The bartender’s long cock slid in and out of her pussy. With every inch of her cunt she felt it swelling.
Billy was standing up now. He went over to them, watching attentively, as the bartender fucked Sara thoroughly from behind. Meanwhile, he was masturbating with a nasty smile.
“Oh,” the bartender whispered. “Give me a beer.”
Letting go of his cock, Billy pulled a beer for the bartender. The bartender didn’t stop. His cock was still pumping in and out of Sara’s pussy, as he drank a hearty gulp of beer.
“Ahhh,” he said.
Then Sara felt him pouring beer over her ass. It ran cold over her ass cheeks, into her pussy and down her thighs. The bartender’s cock, too, was drenched by the cold beer, mixing with her hot juices. Now his rhythm became more intense. Wet and slippery, he thrust his cock deep into her pussy again and again.
Billy loved masturbating in front of Sara. Now he bent down to her. And with his thick, wet tongue he licked the beer from her cheeks. He grabbed his glass, poured more beer into her hair, then licked that up, too.
“Is it good?” he whispered in between laps. “Is it nasty?”
“Yes. Yes,” Sara whimpered, as the bartender thrust his cock in and out of her pussy.
“Ohhh,” the bartender suddenly yelled. Grabbing his cock he pulled out of her.
“Take her!” he shouted to Billy.
Helplessly, Sara was thrown onto her back on the bar. Billy pumped his hard, fat cock into her with one powerful thrust. Then he slid the glistening wet cock all the way out of her pussy, paused – and thrust it just as savagely back in. He did this over and over again.
Sara whimpered impatiently and moaned deeply with each stroke.
The bartender was masturbating, and she watched the clear liquid oozing from the tip of his long cock.
“Oh, fuck her,” he groaned hoarsely.
Billy spread her legs wide as he drove his cock into her. Then he started pumping in a hard, relentless rhythm. Sara felt the fat cock massaging the insides of her pussy, and she sighed lustfully. His cock jutting out from his jeans, the bartender pulled another beer.
“Are you thirsty?” he asked her gently.
Sara nodded weakly. Her mouth was dry from desire. And with Billy still pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, the bartender grabbed the back of her head, slowly pouring cold beer into her open mouth.
God, that was good. Greedily she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the ice-cold beer while Billy fucked her savagely. Sara looked gratefully at the bartender. But now he lifted the glass, pouring the rest of the cold beer over her hot body.
She shivered. The beer hit her belly and her breasts. Billy fucked her like a madman, staring at her big, soaking wet breasts, bouncing in time to his strokes. Then the bartender bent down over her and started licking up the beer.
“Oh yes,” she sighed, “oh yes.”
The bartender sucked beer from Sara’s tiny navel. He licked beer from her breasts, his teeth nipping at her erect nipples, making her squirm with lust.
“Her pussy, too,” Billy whispered.
And masturbating with one hand, the bartender poured beer over Sara’s pussy with the other. She and Billy both gasped, as the cold beer washed over their genitals. Beer and love juice flowed from Sara’s hot slit. The shock of the cold made Billy’s cock even harder, and he thrust hard into her, making her whimper. And at she same time, she climaxed again.
“Aaah!” Sara moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Both Billy and the bartender held her down on the counter, as Billy pressed his swelling cock all the way into her, holding it still. He felt her sex muscle vibrating around his explosive member.
“Oh,” Sara whispered eagerly. “Come on!”
Billy pulled out of her, and the two men stood in front of her, masturbating.
“Yeah,” she whispered, as the bartender pulled another glass of beer and passed it to her. “Let me see you come. Let me see your thick sperm.”
She poured cold beer over the bartender’s cock. He gasped, the head of his cock bulging madly, as he stroked his wet cock with both hands.
“Come,” she whispered.
Then she poured some over Billy’s fat cock.
“Ahhh,” he shouted, his wet cock jerking as he masturbated like mad. The beer ran coldly over his balls and down his thighs. “More!”
The bartender panted, as Sara slowly poured the rest of the cold beer over Billy’s throbbing cock and his fist, jerking it off.
“Come on,” Sara begged. “I want to see you shoot your load.”
And the men closed in around her face. She looked up at them. And they came.
The first jet shot out of the bartender’s cock, flying over both her breasts. His sperm felt boiling hot against her skin, and he moaned loudly, as spurt after spurt shot out of his cock.
Then Billy let out a wild yell. The head of his cock bulged wildly, and jerked as it spat a thick spray of come out over her face. She looked into his eyes, licking it up.
The two men’s cock kept on pumping. Long, hot jets of thick sperm hit Sara’s face and breasts. Finally, their ejaculations ceased.
Billy and the bartender held on to their cocks, catching their breath. Then they pulled themselves each a glass of cold beer. They drank most of it, pouring the rest over Sara’s naked body, washing off the sperm. And then over their own aching cocks, to cool them off.
There was a knock on the door. More than a knock. A hammering.
“Police! Open up!”
Sara and the two men tried to get dressed.
“Open up, or we’ll shoot!”
“Shit!” the bartender hissed. And wearing only his jeans, he stumbled to the door and opened it. Two heavily armed policemen stood outside. They stared into the bar in amazement. Billy was still just buttoning his jeans, and Sara still sat naked and wet on the floor, trying to separate her panties from her jeans.
Then the policemen started laughing.
“What the hell have you been up to?” one of them said.
“The usual?” the other one asked
“Yeah,” Billy admitted.
“So I guess we can settle it in the usual way,” the bartender suggested.
The policemen looked at each other, then at Sara, with dirty grins.
“Yeah,” the first one said. “What the hell.”
Billy and the bartender grabbed Sarah, lifting her up and placing her on her back on the pool table.
Grinning, one of the policemen locked the door behind them. Then they both stood around the pool table and started undressing.
Billy and the bartender calmly sat down by the bar, pulling themselves a cold beer each. Sara saw the policemen closing in on her, their cocks stiffening. She sighed.
It was going to be a long night.