Bartender Stories

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In Search of a Muse: Courtney Pt. 02

by gamecock_fantasies on Aug 30, 2017
Erotic Couplings

She requested I write a story about her secret desire to be taken with her boyfriend nearby. This is the second part of her growth into a secret slut. Whatever regret she felt melted away with her desires. We were seated together, mostly alone in a small bar with matching glasses half full of amber liquid before us. She'd confessed being nervous, even debat...

My Beautiful Slut Amy Gets Used

by dannymike on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

As you read in my last submission, Amy was punished for the first time. She didn't actually say so, but I knew she was still a little upset about my friend Allen being able to fuck her with my permission. She promised me she would pay closer attention to my instructions and try hard to make sure she did every thing she was told to do. I will have to admit th...

A Good Little Slave Ch. 03

by likewonderland on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

I looked out at the people who were there - there were only two other women, besides the bartender and me, and probably about eight men. I realized that a few of them had their phones out, and had been taking pictures (and possibly video) of my humiliation the entire time. My Master noticed too, and this gave him an idea. "Slut, you want to put on a little...

Do You Want More? Ch. 01

by CammieAdventures on Oct 5, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The moment she caught his eye, he knew he wanted to know more about her. The hotel's bar was dark, cold, and lonely tonight. Derrick looked around the dimly lit area. The bartender, an older gentleman, slowly made his rounds covering the bar. He would occasionally refill the beer glass of a balding, flushed face man in a $100 looking suit who looked like he...

Jenni's Day Out

by rockbohunk on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Jenni had anticipated this day for a long time. It had been on her mind and in her dreams. Finally, the day had arrived. Jenni's friend Rick had talked about this day with her, but not all the details were revealed. As a young submissive, she new that she was Rick's for the day. . Although she was somewhat hesitant, she was still excited. It was May 21st,...

Kasey's Confession Ch. 04

by KaseyLegs on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

After Bob left, I called back each of the four men who had left messages on my answering machine. First, though, I called Mike and made sure he would vouch for all of them. "They're all guys who are into girls like you," Mike told me. "None of them is going to stab your or rob you or stalk you or anything like that. You have any problems with them, let me k...

Four Kinds of Service Ch. 01

by JamaisYariver on Apr 13, 2020
Fetish

This is the first chapter of four. It contains very little sex, (poor Nick!) but sets up the rest of the story. Do with that what you will. --------------------------------------- The first kind of service is cock ring service. That's what she tells me. "I'd like breakfast in bed today," Kate says. "Would you be a dear and go downstairs to the cafe and br...

What happens at Inochi...

by L3154261226 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

aPART I: INOCHI I peeled up my sheer black thigh high stockings and admired the black lace trim around her well-defined legs. There would be no need for additional undergarments tonight, as the dress I had selected, a skin tight but elegant dress (that few could wear), black lace with a flesh-toned lining, teasingly presenting the appearance of a naked tors...

PubLick Service

by gentlemom on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I snapped my cell phone closed with a satisfying bang that I hoped would give my husband the desired "I'm hanging up on you, you bastard!" message, and turned the phone off. I had no desire right then to deal with the attempts I knew my husband would make to call me back and apologize pathetically. I tossed the phone into my purse angrily, and looked up and...

A First

by extremystique on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

It was late and I was tired. All I wanted was to get in my truck, go home and curl up on the screen porch with a good book. As I started the truck I realized that there was something tucked under the windshield wiper. I got out, pulling the paper from beneath the blade and unfolding it. As I read the words I felt a chill. It was an address, nothing more, but...