Earl's Ch. 2

We were working late one night at the bar. Earl had drunk a little too much and he was as rowdy as the patrons. I bustled trying to satisfy the customers as well as Earl and keep them out of trouble. One of the guests, a regular named Brad who often got fresh with me, was being a little more aggressive than usual.

- Come on, darling. I'm not even talking commitment here, I just wanna feel you up a bit. Maybe taste you a little. And maybe you'd taste me a little… Come here!

He grabbed for my waist but as drunk as he was, I was able to get away. Losing his balance, he fell out of his chair, making everyone at the bar laugh. He got up red in the face and angry.

- Fucking BITCH! What're you fuckers laughing at? EARL! Why'd you hire such a snobby girl?!

- What? Cherry! Dammit, c'mere.

I walked over rolling my eyes at the mouth he'd give me for such a stupid thing. But to my surprise, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, bending me backwards over the bar.

- Come grab a taste, Brad. She's ripe for it. That'll make you happy, huh? - Shit, fucking bitch. I knew I'd get you one way or another. Thanks for saving me the trouble Earl. - No prob. Hurry up.

As the other patrons watched the scene, Earl calmly squeezed a breast while I struggled to get free. Brad walked over and pulled my skirt up around my waist. Pulling off my panties despite my struggling legs, he grabbed my legs under each arm, spreading me wide to everyone's view. Inhaling a deep breath of my pussy scent, he dove his face in, swirling his tongue around like a mad man. He dipped deep into my pussy, his nose grating against my clit. Despite myself, I was getting more and more aroused and was soon a flowing fountain into his mouth. He sucked and sucked, drinking up my sweet, young juices like a man dying of thirst while Earl rubbed and kneaded my breasts.

As I arched my back and wiggled my hips, I could see the customers getting aroused by this scene. Everyone in the bar was watching as I was being ravaged by these two men. Earl saw it too and decided to make a better show by ripping open my blouse and letting my tits full into view. Mouths watered and lips were licked around the room.

Finally, having had enough, Brad pulled his dick out. Without so much as a question, he pushed himself into me, knocking my spot on the first thrust. My head rolled back at this sensation and found Earl's mouth on mine. He forced his tongue between my teeth and wrestled mine. I tasted the alcohol on his tongue as he fucked my mouth with his tongue just as Brad was fucking my pussy with his dick. The customers' eyes were going wild at this point, a few even had their hands under the table, pulling at their dicks as they watched this spectacle.

Brad grunted as he thrust deeply into me a few more times, and then taking his throbbing cock out, he squirted his seed all over my chest. Earl still kept me into position.

- Who else wants a try? We gotta teach this frigid bitch a lesson. From now on, she will fuck anyone in this bar that wants to.

At that everybody cheered and lined up for their turn. One by one, they came to fuck me, some finishing quickly, others fucking me good and hard for what seemed like an hour. A few stretched my insides out trying to force their gigantic dicks into me. When they were ready to cum, they pulled out and squirted on my face and my chest. For some, Earl made me open my mouth and swallow the cum that landed in my mouth. By the end of the night, I was sticky with cum from head to my pussy and tired from my body being bent back and fucked so long like that. Ashamed, I was quiet and sullen for hours, but Earl just said

- You gotta expect that Cherry. This'll be good for business. I'm glad I picked you up. Only you could arouse the whole fucking bar. Damn, if this won't boost business. You're such a good fuck.

With that, Earl took me slowly for the first time in the pussy. I was freed, but I didn't move, for I was under contract and it was a little late to be chaste. That was the first night Earl put his dick inside me, other than my mouth. And for some odd reason, it comforted me. After all those dicks of men I didn't even know, at least one was Earl, a guy a knew. After that, we had to figure out a way to sneak me back in the house without his wife noticing that I had spunk all over me, and that I was butt-naked.