Ibis, Leviathan Laroche [top android ebook reader TXT] 📗

made everything much more exciting for me as I had fucked her. It took a long time for my hard-on to go down.

I left early for work. Very early in fact, and drove to the address that Larry had given her. It turned out to be a semi-run down bar not all that far from the station. I parked and went inside.

The bar was small; a half dozen guys were siting at the booths or at the bar. Two black guys and 4 white, so it was mixed, the bartender was black.

I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender looked at me funny and said, “Do I know you? You sound familiar.”

I introduced myself to him and told him that I worked at the radio station, on the midnight shift.

“Oh yeah!” he said. “That’s where I know your voice from. We have the station on here in the bar sometimes. Well, good to meet you. Let me buy you that beer.”

I stayed for almost an hour talking to the bartender. I made sure that the subject got around to sex at least once. We had a couple of laughs; I wanted him to get the impression that I was OK.

“So, Celine Dion walks into a bar, and the bartender says: ‘Hey, why the long face?’” He looked at me funny for a moment before starting to laugh. Probably shouldn’t give up my night job.

By the time I left, we were good friends and I promised to come back.

The next day Jane was going to be busy on a long planned community event, so I took the opportunity to drive to Los Angeles to visit a friend of mine. When I got to work that night I was exhausted. I also stopped by the bar again and spent time cementing my new friendship with the bartender. He asked me if I might be interested in a “special” show that they were doing in the bar on Saturday for selected clients. I told him what kind of show and he said, “a sexy one!” Naturally, I told him I was very interested.

Jane was becoming increasingly withdrawn as the weekend neared. She was quiet and a little jumpy. I know that part of the problem was that she didn’t know how she was going to get out Saturday night with me at home. What she didn’t know was that I had already solved that problem for her.

I also think she was nervous, wondering what the night would bring. There was more than a little excitement and anticipation in that nervousness, of course. We didn’t have sex again, and her mood would swing from one extreme to another. One minute very loving, the next cold and distant.

I also hadn’t forgotten that she was bringing herself to the edge of orgasm twice a day and that Larry wasn’t allowing her cum. I did surprise her in the bathroom on Friday as she stood at the sink working on her face in the mirror. I was surprised, when I put my hand on her pussy from behind that she was sloppy wet and open. She moaned, grabbed the sink and lowered her head, her hips pumping against my hand for just a moment before she moved away from me.

“Not now honey,” she said giving me a kiss. But her breath was ragged and her face flushed.

Saturday morning I told Jane that I had to go to Los Angeles to see a friend of mine in the radio business, a friend she knows, and that I wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. I apologized for not telling her sooner, but that it was important. At first, I could see this look of relief on her face, and then she remembered herself and tried to act upset. She didn’t carry it off very well of course.

I was at the bar more than an hour before Jane was due to arrive. When I walked in I saw Larry and the bartender watching the door and checking out each person. I waved and got a friendly greeting back. It was clear that my bartender buddy was vouching for me with Larry.

This time I sat in a booth in the dark at the back of the bar. The red-haired barmaid came over, a dyke-looking woman, pretty with a nice figure, her hair cut in a man’s style, and an athletic walk. She got my order, and we talked for a minute. We’d talked before when I had been there, and since she’d been hearing my voice on the radio she thought she knew me better than she really did.

The bar slowly filled with men, about ½ of them were white and the other ½ either Black or Hispanic. No women at all, except for the barmaid. Larry and the bartender kept a close watch on the door and somehow weren’t allowing anybody in that they didn’t want.

At exactly 10:00 the door to the bar opened and Jane walked in wearing her new sundress. The bartending very quickly locked it behind her and put out the “closed” sign.

Jane looked around the bar nervously, her eyes wide, before spotting Larry and walking directly to him. The men made way for her as she walked, they were very quiet, watching her breasts sway under her dress. She was wearing her dog collar, and when she stopped in front of Larry, her nervous shaking made the metal links move. She kept her head down the entire way not looking at anybody, and yet her excitement was obvious, at least to me.

“Boys,” Larry said. “This is my new slut. Slut, get on your knees for your Master.”

Jane glanced up at him, her eyes wide and her face growing redder before dropping to her knees on the dirty bar floor. Her hands at her side, her head down. Larry bent forward and snapped a leash onto her collar, a long one on a windup reel.

“Stand up,” he ordered. We all watched as Jane quickly got to her feet.

Turning Jane around so that she faced the crowd, Larry ordered her to take off her dress. The room was very quiet, but erupted in jeers as Jane’s dress hit the floor, revealing her to be completely naked underneath.

Jane stood quietly as the men looked at her and talked among themselves. I could see that her nipples were hard, her chest was flushed, and her breathing was very rapid. She continued to look at the floor, refusing to meet anybody’s eyes.

“I’m going to walk my slut-pet around the bar here for a while, on her leash,” Larry announced. “So that she can introduce herself to each of you. Please feel free to touch her if you want. But, no fucking or anything like that. Just a nice feel.”

I knew that I had to be careful here. I was going to have to disappear into the restroom, or something, when they got close. But I decided to watch until I had to move.

Jane walked from man to man saying, as Larry must have instructed her, “Hi, I’m Larry’s slave-slut.” She looked down, but she extended her hand to each man. They would all take her hand before touching her, running their hands over her breasts, her ass, between her legs. It was clear that Jane was very turned on, moving her hips and spreading her legs. I heard her moan more than once. Each time she did Larry would pull on the leash, and her head would jerk as he told her that she wasn’t allowed to enjoy herself that much. Jane would apologize and Larry would let the men continue what they were doing.

At one point I caught sight of the barmaid watching with a mixed expression of disgust and lust on her face. That was right before I ducked into the restroom because Jane and Larry were too close to my booth. It was hard to take a piss even with all the beer I had been drinking, what with a hard-on and all.

I didn’t come out of the restroom until I knew that Larry had moved my wife back toward the bar.

I could hear the men around me talking about her. “Did you feel how wet her pussy was, man?” one said.

“Christ yeah. Like putting your fingers into a bowl of warm oil,” I heard another reply.

“I loved when she moaned, man. Like she was really liking it.”

“And her tits, man. They’re perfect!”

Larry was introducing Jane to the barmaid now. “Have you ever kissed a woman, slut?” he asked her.

“No,” Jane replied glancing quickly at the barmaid before lowering her gaze once more to the floor. The barmaid had a slight smile on her face, her eyes wondering over my wife’s naked body.

“Well,” Larry said. “It’s time for you to do that. Kiss her, bitch. Make it nice too.”

My breathing stopped as Jane swallowed deeply and leaned forward touching her lips to those of the barmaid. The dyke barmaid had no patience with a nice little girl kiss from Jane; she grabbed Jane by the back of her head she kissed back, hard.

Like the men, her hands were all over Jane’s body. First her tits, then between her legs, where they quickly went to work on my wife’s over stimulated clit. Jane broke the kiss to throw her head back, moaning loudly as she hunched down spreading her legs, trying to increase the contact with the barmaid’s fingers.

“I think your slut likes this Larry,” the barmaid said as she pinched Jane’s nipple with her free hand.

“Boys,” Larry announced. “I promised you a show tonight, and a show you’re going to get. You’re going to see my nice new whore, my new MARRIED whore, taste her first pussy tonight. How about that?”

The guys were cheering as Jane looked first confused and then scared at the announcement.

“You ready Linda?” he asked the barmaid.

“Whenever you are Larry,” she replied.

“Slut,” he said addressing Jane. “It’ll be much easier to eat Linda’s pussy if you get all her clothing off her first. Go ahead and strip her down.”

“Yes Sir,” Jane replied looking even more nervous than before.

Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned Linda’s blouse and bra exposing a small pair of pointy size A-cup breasts. She knelt to undo and pull off Linda’s jeans, the guys hooted and hollered as Linda’s bushy red-haired cunt was exposed.

“OK,” Larry said. “Linda has agreed that ‘her’ boys get to direct the action tonight. What do you want to see my whore do to her first?”

“Suck her tits!” someone yelled.

“You heard him slut,” he said to Jane. “Suck her tits. Make her nipples nice and hard for us.”

Linda stroked Jane’s hair as my wife made love to her tits. Sucking and stroking, licking and kissing, Jane was taking to the task.

A number of instructions were shouted over the next hour. Jane licked and kissed Linda’s ass, she humped Linda’s foot with her pussy. She rubbed her beautiful breasts against Linda’s cunt, before finding herself between Linda’s thighs eating her first pussy.

I would never have expected it of my wife, but Jane licked and sucked Linda’s cunt with obvious enthusiasm. Linda moaned, groaned, and ground her pussy against my wife’s mouth. Finally, she screamed in release, cumming hard as Jane sucked her clit, three fingers buried inside her.

Jane sat up then, her face dripping with pussy juice, her own hand between her legs stoking herself. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing very ragged.

“Don’t you be cumming, bitch” Larry ordered. “I’ll let you know when.”

“Ah Larry,” Linda said. “You’re cruel,” as she replaced Jane’s fingers with her own.

Jane was rapidly losing control as Linda worked on her pussy.

“Please don’t make me cum. Oh god. Please. I can’t stand it. Larry!!” Jane moaned.

I don’t think there was a single soft cock in the bar as we watched Jane explode in orgasm. Screaming and collapsing onto Linda, she came for what seemed like several minutes. Her orgasm continuing growing, subsiding, then growing again until, finally, she was