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This is is a follow up to my earlier published ‘Barmaid Gets Her Wish Spectacularly’. It is not essential to read the earlier first but it does add a little background and context. Either way I hope you enjoy it.
I had tracked Bob down to his new pub over ten years after walking out of the one I had worked for him in. He had given me the most exciting ual experiences of my life. The in my married life was good but had not brought me ual excitement that could compare to those two occasions. With Bob it had been the pretense that it had been rape. We had both known that it was not but for me the pretense had been vital in arousing me like never before or since.
The first time I went into his new bar I got just through the door and saw him serving a female customer. He had aged and he had put on more weight that he could have done without. Never a fine specimen of a man he was now a typical overweight unhealthy looking barman showing signs of years of drinking. I had been nervous but excited about seeing him again. Unhealthy and fat or not seeing him sent a bolt of excitement through my body. I experienced so many emotions in a couple of seconds standing there. I felt guilty, scared, nervous, disgusted, excited and aroused all at the same time. I have no idea which of these led me to turning round and walking straight out.
When I got home I couldn’t believe I had even considered tracking Bob down. When Pat, my husband, sensed something was troubling me he suggested that we went upstairs and made love. I almost never say no when he asks me to make love. I was very confused and the disgust I felt for what I had done in seeking out Bob made me feel very uncomfortable. I said I was tired but promised I would make it up to him the next night. He hugged me and accepted my offer although I know he was disappointed.
When we went to bed I lie awake thinking about my trip to find Bob and also remembering the times he had spanked and fucked me. By the time Pat was snoring my fingers were soaking wet as they played very discreetly between my legs. To keep my movement to a minimum I ended up playing just with my swollen clit. I fantasized about being spanked and fucked. I tried very hard to fantasize that it was Pat spanking me but it was no good it was version of Bob that was even fatter that was dominating me in my fantasies. As I fought to control my body, as I orgasmed, I could think of nothing other than my boobs being covered in beer slops and my pussy full of Bob’s cock. My orgasm was strong but after it ebbed away I felt terrible. My sleep was troubled that night.
The next morning all logic had gone out of the window. I knew I had to find Bob and experience again what I had found so wonderful, both in reality and fantasy. I kept my promise to Pat the next night but knew that as the night before I would use my Friday night pass (Pat and I always did our own thing on Friday nights) to go back to Bob’s pub.
A week later I had a couple of drinks with my girlfriends on the Friday night at our usual pub. It took comments from my friends before it really registered that I had dressed much more provocatively than usual. I wore a top that was too tight for me and a skirt that was too short. It really hit home when one of my friends said,
“You look like a nineteen year old barmaid who loves teasing the old men.”
I knew that she was right but denied it anyway. When there was a move to go on to a different bar I said I was tired and that I would leave them to it. I caught a taxi to Bob’s new pub that was far enough away from where I lived for me to be unlikely to meet anyone who knew me.
I stood in exactly the same spot as I had a week earlier and felt exactly as I had then. This time though I was determined not to walk out. Bob didn’t see me until I was nearly at the bar. He did a double take, frowned before smiling and saying,
“My god it’s it’s Beverley isn’t it. I would recognize those tits anywhere?”
It was good to see his social skills had improved. I couldn’t help but laugh at him as I said,
“When I was working behind the bar with you I had tits, now as a customer I have breasts, that you can quietly appreciate if you wish.”
He took the joking rebuke very happily and offered me a drink “on the house for old times sake”. I happily accepted and settled on a stool next to the end of the bar. After serving a customer he came back to me and said,
“You are not looking for a job are you? I have an opening for a barmaid looking as good as you with tits as good as yours.”
“No I am not looking for a job behind the bar with you. I seem to remember that working with you became painful on occasions. Does your wife still work with you at times?”
“My exwife now runs her own establishment. If I remember correctly it was two occasions. I have never been sure why you came back for a second punishment, maybe you weren’t as reluctant the first time as you tried to maintain.”
He remembered very well and he was spot on in his recollections.
“Have you enjoyed working with other barmaids since I walked out? Do you get the opportunity to discipline many of them?”
“My goodness Beverley you really are very to the point aren’t you? Anyone would think that you have come here tonight on a mission. If so is the mission to accuse me of some terrible crime or something quite the opposite.”
It was his turn to be direct and to the point. It was scary but did make things more straightforward.
“I have not come here to accuse you of any crime. I would be fascinated to know whether you have committed any act that you would consider a crime, other than your usual creative accounting misdemeanors that is.”
“A gentleman should never kiss and tell. What I will say is that I have never had as much pleasure disciplining a member of staff as I did when putting you in your place young lady.”
Bob had made his position abundantly clear. He had great memories of the spanking experiences and although nervous of my intentions would take no persuading to spank me again. I had sought Bob out, I had fantasized about the spankings he had given me, and of course I was here because I wanted to experience him spanking me again. It was only now that I really faced up to the reality of my motivation for being here. I wanted to be embarrassed, humiliated, spanked and used by this slightly repugnant, fat middleaged man.
I was buzzing and nothing was going to stop me buzzing until Bob was insulting me, demeaning me and most important humiliating me before spanking and me. It took a lot to admit this to myself but at least I understood why I was so aroused by throwing myself at my old boss. Things got busier as closing time approached and we were not able to talk much as Bob had no staff on duty. I went to the ladies knowing that if I really wanted something to happen I needed to make the next move. There was one main difference in how I was dressed compared to how I had been as a nineteen year old behind the bar. This was quickly rectified as I took my bra off and stuffed it in my handbag. I was trying to become the slut that he had made me feel all those years ago. My boobs were a little bigger than ten years ago and my nipples more pronounced. I knew the change would not go unnoticed and that only added to my excitement.
Bob was not the first to notice the change but he was the first to be very blatant about noticing it.
“Whichever side of the bar you are on Beverley, those are tits not breasts. If you are not in a rush to get away we could share another drink if you help me tidy up first.”
It wasn’t quite the ‘would you like to come in for coffee’ line but it was as direct and loaded. We both knew if I stayed after closing time we would end up and almost certainly after he had spanked me. Could it possibly be as exciting as before or was I just kidding myself. It seemed to take forever to get rid of the last customers a couple of whom had got very interested in me or probably more accurately in my boobs. Bob eventually ushered them out. As he turned from locking the door his words were dominant and left no room for questioning.
“Look at me as you take your knickers off, slut.”
If there had ever been a doubt we both now knew that I wanted to be humiliated and used. I lifted my skirt the few inches necessary to reach my knickers. He watched my eyes as I slipped them down my legs and off my feet. I put my high heels back on before straightening up.
“I bet your pussy is already wet isn’t it, slut. Hands on the bar and spread your legs.”
He didn’t move towards me as I followed his order. As I spread my legs my tight dress rode up and I am sure that he could see my pussy and much of my arse.
“I want to hear you tell me what you being here and behaving as you are makes you. I know the answer but I want you to tell me Beverley.”
I hate the words I used so much that I will not write them here. Saying them made me feel so small, so dirty but amazingly so aroused. He repeated each horrible rude word before he eased my skirt up so that he had total access to my pussy and arse. I had no idea whether he would spank me immediately but instead his hands caressed the cheeks of my arse with a gentleness that was beautifully stimulating and almost erotic. I was desperate for him to play with my pussy, as I knew it was already past just being wet.
“How are you going to explain the damage to your beautiful arse to you husband, slut?”
We had not mentioned spanking but these few words had not only confirmed that he was going to spank me but also highlighted how I was debasing myself by cheating on my husband. I was happy when one of his hands found my pussy but it was only there long enough to gather lubrication so that he could ease a single moistened finger into my bum.
“You have always had enjoyed having your bum played with haven’t you, slut?”
When I didn’t feel a need to reply he demanded that I did. My confirmation was whispered. He did little more after pushing a finger deep into me than ease it in and out an inch or two. It was me pushing back against it that really started the finger .
“There’s a good girl, fuck yourself with my finger like a good slut.”
Nobody in my life had ever said things like this to me and if they had I would have slapped their face and worse. For some reason this was just what I wanted Bob to do. It made me feel dirty and totally used. I hoped he could keep me feeling like this all evening. He kept his finger in my arse as he moved beside me and found my pussy, well more my clit, with his other hand.
“It would take very little to bring your slutty body to an orgasm wouldn’t it? There is a little matter of me spanking you first. Naughty girls like you need to be spanked don’t they slut?”
It was frighteningly accurate what he said about my need to orgasm but I was desperate for the evening not to end quite yet. My agreement was a simple ‘yes’ that probably was my answer to both questions, but it really didn’t matter. He flattened his hand and spread my natural lubrication all around the area between my legs. For the first time his finger of my arse was deep and hard for half a dozen times before this hand was also removed. He stood me up and released my skirt that fell at my feet. He allowed me to step out of it and turned me to face him.
My back was to the bar and he reached behind me and picked a nearly full pint of beer off the counter. It seemed a strange thing to do and seemed even stranger as he put it above my head. It took my breath away as he slowly started to pour the beer over me. It soaked my hair and ran down across my chest. It was cold and sticky and although I had a top on my nipples immediately reacted to the sensation. He brought the glass down so that it was just above my breasts and poured slowly aiming the flow at my erect nipples. It felt as good as any nipple play I had ever enjoyed. I felt far more naked than if he had allowed me to take my top off. I was gutted as the glass was nearly drained. He simply poured the dregs it his hand and rubbed them into my pussy.
“Now you really are a dirty slut, aren’t you Beverley?”
We both knew that if I hadn’t been a dirty slut when I walked into the pub I certainly was then. It felt kind of liberating to feel totally humiliated at the hands of this undesirable man. I was more than ready to be spanked and fucked. He pushed me to my knees and I didn’t need asking to release his erection from his pants. I have seen my share of cocks; many of them, particularly when they are erect, are a thing of beauty. This was not one of them. It was large enough but it was kinked in the middle and uneven in color. Fortunately when it was in my mouth I couldn’t see it. It was at that moment that I reflected that I was kneeling on the beerflooded floor of a bar, nearly naked, covered in stale beer sucking a dirty old man’s ugly cock. Why the fuck was I ridiculously aroused and wanting so much more humiliation?
When he pulled away from me I expected him to find a chair to allow me to go over his lap, so was a little surprised when he went over to a lower comfortable looking chair with arms. By the time he was seated he was naked below the waist. He beckoned me over and turned me to face away from him. In a few confused seconds he had me with my shoulders and arms on the floor, my legs straddling one of his as I lay on my front. My pussy and clit were resting on his knee and my legs stretched back towards him.
“If you restrain from masturbating against my knee I might find you something better to stimulate you with.”
The first spank landed on my right cheek but the next dozen covered both cheeks separately or at the same time. It was natural to tense and relax my bum cheeks and as I did so his knee was perfect for rubbing my clit on. The spanks stung sharply but only registered as arousing not painful in the state I was in. He had predicted me using his knee and laughed at me when I did. He used the most horrible names to describe my behavior and me. I was so embarrassed about using his knee to masturbate myself on; I stopped during the pause in spanking.
“Good girl. Now you have stopped masturbating you can have a little bit of my prick.”
With this he moved me off his leg so that I was between both of them. When he pulled me towards him his prick sunk into me with embarrassing ease. Penetration was not deep, as it was a difficult angle, but when he started to thrust in and out of me it felt lovely. As good as it felt I was now further away from having an orgasm than I had been when over his knee. He stilled me with his hand before I felt something cold against my anus. It felt as if it was lubricated as it teased my tight orifice before easing through the sphincter. It did not go in more than a couple of inches and was not painful. I guessed it was a small bottle. He was in total control as he gently fucked both my pussy and my arse. My body welcomed both invasions equally. After a couple of minutes he moved me across his other leg and his knee welcomed my needy clit. The bottle was removed.
He spanked and I masturbated with no apology. His spanking now was much harder as was my masturbation. I decided that this was how I was going to explode into orgasm. Bob however had other thoughts.
“It is the most wonderful view from here watching your arse as you strain every muscle in you body to reach orgasm. But sorry I am not ready to allow you that privilege just yet.”
I thought he had got his timing so wrong as I got so close to climaxing before he removed me from his knee. My anus and pussy got a second work out that now was almost as frustrating as it was pleasurable for me. Before returning me to his knee again he worked the small bottle in and out of my bottom pushing it in further than previously.
The spanking was firm but not vicious as I rode his knee searching for some release. When he stopped the spanking he held me down against his knee as he asked.
“Would you like an orgasm, slut? If you do get up and straddle my lap.”
I was pleasantly surprised by this and couldn’t wait to get his ugly cock into my desperate pussy. As I went to lower myself down he pulled me closer to him and spread the cheeks of my arse. I should have realized earlier why he had been preparing my anus for so long. I was not new to anal play but anal penetration had always been kept for special occasions. Special occasion or not his cock was immediately demanding entry and it was so erect and my anus so ready he was soon buried balls deep. My clit was desperate for the attention that would trigger my immediate climax but I was not going to be granted that luxury.
“Not yet slut it is my time to fuck your beautiful arse right into next week.”
My top was sticking horribly to my erect nipples and he took great joy playing with them as he fucked me firmly. I had been denied the chance to find my clit with my hands but I was delighted to find that due to his fat stomach I could find part of his anatomy to rub my clit against. He gave me a wicked toothy grin when he registered what I was doing.
“Go for it slut but don’t expect me to stop your arse if you cum all over me.”
This was far from the last time his words were aimed at humiliating or insulting me but I am not going to repeat them. I was furious with myself as the ruder he was to me the more it enflamed me. It seemed like he knew I was going to cum before I knew it.
“Fuck me you bastard, fuck me. Harder, harder, fuck my arse you dirty bastard.”
He fucked me and I fucked him as my orgasm overwhelmed me. When I stopped him he let go of my sticky nipples and took hold of my hips. Even as he came deep inside my bowels he just smiled and called me more rude names. I felt defeated and deeply humiliated. This was not made better as he slipped out of my bottom and eased me onto my back on the floor. Even then he had not finished with the humiliation as he said,
“Masturbate slut. Masturbate until you cum.”
I was amazed that when I found my clit far from feeling oversensitive it welcomed the attention. I opened my legs wide, bent my knees and spread myself to give him the best view possible. I was insulted when he stood up and walked over to be bar. This time when he found a slops tray he didn’t pour it on the bar like years ago but instead started to dribble in on my body starting with my cold sticky nipples. My the time the flow hit my hand playing with my clit I was past caring about anything other than my second orgasm in five minutes. When he stood over me I thought for a moment he was going to piss on me but he simply looked down on me with contempt and said.
“If you ever come back into this bar you will not only be spanked and fucked by me but I will ensure that two of my regulars get a very special treat. John and Jules took a bit of a shine to you today. They asked me who the slut sitting at the bar was. If you come back again I will let them find out for themselves.”
It was said as a threat, sounded like a promise and triggered the most wonderful fantasies of being embarrassed and humiliated by multiple men. Bob remained the central figure in these hugely arousing fantasies.
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