Smoke and tired country music snake their way to me as I push open the back door of the bar. The dim light makes the hallway appear in twilight, even though it’s mid afternoon.
“Johnny, honey? Is that you?”
A cigarette-roughened voice calls to me from the manager’s open office door. Before I have a chance to respond, a bleached-blond head sticks out and a heavily made up woman scans me from head to toe.
“Hey, Carla,” I answer. “Yeah, I’m checking to make sure the equipment is set up right before our gig tonight.”
“Come on back and see me when you’re done, ‘kay?” She bats her black spiky eyelashes at me.
“Sure thing.” I walk past the owner and her hand comes out to give me a light pat on the ass.
“Looking good, Johnny.”
There’s really nothing I can say to that which won’t make me sound arrogant, so I give her a smile over my shoulder and a mumbled thanks as I continue into the main bar area. The stage is off to the left, set only a foot or so higher than the main floor.
The drum set with the band’s name, Butt Boy and the Receptacles, painted in orange on the largest drum facing out, looks good. As does the wiring, cords, and connections to the two guitars and keyboard. Lead singer for an all-girl hot-pants-wearing band may sound like a joke, but I’m having the time of my life and hope the string of paying gigs doesn’t dry up anytime soon this summer. And since I don’t wear the hot pants, I’m cool with it.
By nine p.m. tonight, this run-down place will be hopping before the customers know what hit them. I wind my way through the tables, nodding to one or two die-hard afternoon drinkers on the way. Back to the narrow hallway and in a few steps, I’m next to the small office. There’s a beat-up leather couch, and a tired-looking desk with an armless chair in front for visitors. A tap on the doorframe brings Carla’s attention to me. I lean against the opening, waiting to hear what she needs.
“Come on in, darling. And shut the door.” She smiles at me as she stands, smoothing a short, black skirt over her rounded hips.
I do as she asks and head to her desk. “Having issues with tonight?”
She runs a manicured hand up the side of my arm and pats me on the shoulder. “No, no issues.” Warmth lingers in her blue eyes, a touch of mischief in their depths. “I was wondering how you came up with your band’s name?”
Uh-oh. The campy, tongue-in-cheek name was meant as a publicity stunt, but the expression on her oval-shaped face and the lingering touch on my arm tell me she’s interested. “It’s just for shits and giggles,” I answer.
Her resting hand curves over to my back and trails down to my denim clad butt. “Are you sure? You certainly have a nice ass.” She emphasizes the statement with another pat. “I couldn’t help noticing in these snug jeans.”
How far do I want to let this go? My secret desire may be to fuck every one of my gorgeous band members in the ass by the end of this summer, but I don’t want to mess up our jobs by dallying with an owner who employs us. Word could get out and then gigs may get cancelled.
“Umm... uh, thanks. The band name really was meant as a goof.” I stand perfectly still, wondering where she’s going to takes this. Her hand is no longer resting on my ass, but gently caressing, causing my cock to stir and take notice. After all, Carla has enough cleavage on display to tempt any sane man.
“Like what you see?” Her voice drops deeper as she presses one large, soft breast into my bicep.
“You’re a beautiful woman, how could I not?” I say.
She reaches out and grabs my left hand, bringing it up to cup her gently. “Go ahead, baby. I’ve been dying to touch you since the second you came in asking to play.”
Well, this is certainly a first. I’m glad most of the other bar owners are guys or this could get really awkward. Her breast feels full and heavy in my palm, giving slightly as I press gently, searching for a nipple to tease with my thumb. My cock starts to lengthen and harden, wondering if it’s going to get to come out and play.
Carla rubs my growing firmness over the button-fly of my jeans. “These hug you like they were made to fit your cock.” She grabs the top edge and pulls the pants quickly, proving exactly why the button-fly is still my favorite jean of choice: quick release.
Cool air hits the heated skin of my dick as I spill out of my pants.
“Oh, no underwear—you bad boy. You must have been hoping this would happen.” She takes a firm grip on my woody, like she’s afraid it will run away or something.
Secretly, I’ve been hoping to bang Ginger, the spicy, redheaded guitarist that joined the group last week. Fumbling to escape boxers or briefs can ruin a moment. But I always go with no underwear on a day I’m scheduled to perform. Makes me sit up and take notice of the girls in the audience more.
Carla starts to stroke my cock in slow motions. “Ever hopeful,” I say before a sigh escapes. “That’s me.” Reaching up a few inches, I peel the clingy red top away from her lush curves, exposing one lacey bra-encased pert nipple.
I tweak her extended tip, twisting a little bit to test. Some women like things rough, some like them gentle, some like me to lead, some want to be dominated and others still...well they want to “seduce” the young twenty-four year old musician and hope to teach him a thing or two. I never know which one I’m going to be with next and have a repertoire of skills to pull out when needed.
She moans and presses into my hand. I give her a sharper pinch; close to bordering on pain, and her breath catches in her throat. “Oh, yes. Like that.”
Her strokes slow on my cock and I decide to test the waters in one more direction. I bend a bit to the side and reach around the manager’s backside. I deliver a stinging slap to her mini-skirt covered rump. “Don’t forget my cock.”
Her body jerks forward on impact, while her grip tightens on my shaft. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” The attention to my shaft resumes and a bit of pre-cum leaks out to moisten the tip.
Carla bends at the waist, bracing herself with one hand against her desk, to take my cock into her mouth, breaking my grasp on her nipple as she does so. The moment her wet, full-lipped mouth engulfs me, I know I’ve got her number. She wants me strong and directing, or else she’d be a little pissed at my comment and not ready to blow me.
The attractive, early-forties woman is in shape. Her ass didn’t have any extra jiggle when I gave it a smack and I pull up her miniskirt to see what she’s got to offer. A firm, curvy butt greets my soothing caress.
“Mmmm...” She mumbles as she pumps up and down on my cock. The head tickles the back of her throat and she’s using just the right amount of suction. It feels incredible, but I can’t lose track of what I really want—after all, almost anyone can give good head if they try.
I slip a hand between her ass cheeks, push the slip of her thong aside and plunge my finger into her waiting pussy. Her wetness coats my digit, confirming that she’s more than ready for our encounter. I pull back a bit and add a second finger to the mix, relishing the tightness of her opening and enjoying the feel of her wet sheath wrapped around my fingers.
I trace a moist path to her puckered ass, teasing the ring, waiting to see how she reacts. Her attentions on my cock grow more frenzied. If I’m not careful and she doesn’t slow down, I could wind up shooting earlier than I’d like. I deliver another sound smack to her ass.
“Slow down, Carla. You don’t want our fun over too soon now, do you?”
She pulls off my cock, turning her kohl-darkened, lust-filled gaze up at me. “No. I certainly don’t.” She resumes her former attentions, but much slower, and wiggles her ass a bit to entice me back on track.
I slip my thick finger back into her pink, tight ass, hoping I’ve found an anal sex fan in our new employer. Every now and then the fates shine down on a poor musician. I’ll take luck any way it comes. I pump in and out, developing a nice rhythm in time to her slower sucking.
Before I have a chance to add a second finger and see how readily she could take me, the office door bangs open and her moist mouth pulls off me in a flash. We both whip around to the direction of the sound.
Oh geez, is she married and I’m totally screwed?
Carla adjusts her body to stand partially blocking me; which I’m grateful for once my erection swings toward the door.
“Lisa? What are you doing here?” Carla asks of the slim-hipped, athletic looking brunette in a waitress outfit.
The young woman’s gaze drops to Carla’s exposed nipple and the tip of her tongue comes out to moisten her lips. “I came in early for... our special time together.” She jerks her gaze away from her boss and looks to me. “But if you’re busy... I can come back later.”
Carla’s tone changes to a more forceful one than she used with me earlier, “No, come in. Close the door behind you and lock it.” Carla reaches back and strokes the length of my cock, still hidden from Lisa’s view. “Did you shave like I asked?”
The young barmaid can’t be much over twenty-one and a blush creeps to her cheeks at the owner’s question. “Yes, ma’am.” She grips the purse strap on her shoulder, wringing it in both hands, and averts her gaze to the floor. Lisa turns to the door and clicks the lock in place before facing us. “Will things be different with him here?”
The pressure on my prick, combined with the slickness of leftover spit, leaves me reeling to contain my pleasure in the face of this new opportunity. Could I be lucky enough today to have walked into my very first threesome? I’ve got to figure out my role in this scenario to juggle what Carla wants with what Lisa expects.
“Things will be fine, don’t you worry.” Carla smiles at the young woman and her uncertainty. “I told you I’d help you explore yourself this summer. And that doesn’t end with a little girl-on-girl experimentation.”
Carla reaches her free hand out to the nubile barmaid. Lisa accepts it and her stance changes; her shoulders relax and she drops her purse to the floor by the door. A smile appears on her heart-shaped face as she tucks a stray strand of long dark hair behind her ear, smoothing her hand back to try and slip the end into her ponytail.
I ease a hand out to cup Carla’s bottom. Taking advantage of the wetness stirred up before, I slick up my fingers and resume attention to her tight, little rosebud. I slip a finger in deep and she leans into me, silently craving more.
“Strip for us, Lisa.” Carla says, releasing the young woman’s hand. She rests her head back against my shoulder and I reach around with my free hand to caress and entice her exposed breast. “This is Johnny,” she adds, by way of introduction.
I nod to the waitress and make eye contact with her briefly before she pulls the tight, black t-shirt with the bar’s logo over her head. She stands before us in a white push-up bra, the contrast striking against her deeply tanned, olive-toned skin.
“Hi, Johnny.” She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her denim skirt and skims it over her hips to fall at her feet. “Have you done this before?” She asks as she straightens to reveal skimpy white panties.
My cock lurches in Carla’s grip. God, this is so freakin’ hot. If I don’t calm down I’ll shoot before I get inside one of them. And that would be so un-cool. I don’t want to think about it. I pull back a bit with my hips, away from the older woman’s expert hand on my shaft, trying to remember last night’s ball game to distract myself.
“No,” I say, hoping I sound aloof and worldlier than I am, “but I’m a fast learner.” And with that I lower my mouth to nibble on the neck of the curvy blond, who’s shoving her ass deeper onto my thick forefinger.
“Oooh, Johnny. It feels good,” Carla says. “But your cock is thick. I don’t think I could take you in my ass without some prep.”
Lisa moves deeper into the room, taking a seat on the wooden ladder-back chair in front of Carla’s desk, to get a better view of her boss stroking my prick. “Do you mean like a toy?” Lisa asks as she leans back, scoots her ass to the edge, and starts to rub the front of her panties.
I pinch the bar owner’s nipple to bring her focus back to Lisa and her question. She takes a sharp breath before pushing away from me to remove her shirt. “Toys?” Carla tosses the garment in the direction of the couch. “Yes, we did have a bunch of giveaways leftover after Valentine’s, right?”
Lisa now has an un-obstructed view of me hanging out of my button-fly’s, the jeans sliding down my hips and my orange t-shirt riding up my stomach a bit. “Damn, you’re fine,” she says while teasing herself. “Are you the singer for tonight?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes from the sight of this glorious young woman touching herself over her underwear. Carla headed to the back of the room, to an old filing cabinet, and now rummages inside its contents. “Oh, this will come in handy,” she says while tossing a sample-size container of lube to me.
Her aim is good and I’m able to snag it out of the air one-handed. “Anything else in there that might come in handy?” I ask with a hope burning in my heart. She was right; her ass is way too tight for me to enter without warming her up right.
“How about this?” She turns with a glass butt-plug in her hand. “I never gave this away because we only got one and it was so pretty.” The swirl of colors within the clear item makes it look more like a piece of art than a sex toy.
“Oh... it’s gorgeous,” Lisa says, rising from her seat and moving for a closer look. “But I’ve never seen a short dildo with a flat end like that before.”
“It’s not a dildo, it’s a butt plug.” I answer. Her head whips back to me, hand frozen in mid-air as she was about to touch it. Color creeps into her cheeks, reminding us all of her level of experience.
“Oh.” The waitress’ shoulders tighten a bit and she appears self-conscious.
Carla lets out a sharp laugh, “Don’t worry. It’s not for you, darling.” The bar owner grins at me while sauntering back to my place by the desk. She hands me the glass plug with a saucy wink, “You think you can work this in while I give Lisa a good lickin’?”
I shove it in my pocket, “The lube will help.” I grin while Carla takes her clothes off. She’s tight and fit for an older chick. “And if you keep it in ‘til after my set tonight I bet I’ll be able to slide right in.”
She shivers at the thought and motions Lisa back to the chair. “Lose the undies.”
Lisa complies, slipping them down toned and taut legs. She unhooks her bra while scooting her ass to the edge of the hard chair. She spreads her thighs wide—pink, glistening, hairless folds reveal she’s already wet and ready for Carla’s tongue.
“You did well with the razor, my pet,” Carla whispers as she bends at the waist sticking her ass up for my inspection. The bar owner reaches out a delicate hand and caresses the young woman’s leg, trailing her fingers up to dripping juncture begging for attention.
God, I’ve never wanted two sets of eyes more in my entire life. To stare at the tight ass pucker so deliciously on display and eager for my probing, or to watch the older chick eating out the younger one? I’ll have to try my best to not miss a damn detail.
Once Carla’s head moves over Lisa’s snatch, the decision is made for me. I can see her head moving and read the delight on the bar maid’s face, but Carla’s blond hair obstructs my view of her open pussy.
I twist open the lube and squirt a generous amount into the tight ass crack in front of me. Placing the small bottle on the edge of the desk, I start to work my fingers back into her pucker, pushing the lube in and twisting my fingers gently to coat the muscle ring.
I glance up to see Carla’s right elbow pumping back and forth toward Lisa’s crotch. She must be finger fucking the tan-skinned beauty while she licks her. A shiver spreads through my body and my cock fairly pulses with the blood rushing through it. Lisa’s gripping both her breasts, kneading them while pausing to squeeze the peaks every few seconds. She’s tossed her head back to lean on the chair and has half-closed her eyes, appearing lost in the pleasure Carla doles out.
After stretching and pumping a few minutes, I think Carla’s ass is ready for the glass plug. I fish the item out of my pocket, hoping it will be closer to my body temp now and not chilled. The glass feels slick and warm. The tapered, rounded end should make insertion easy.
I squirt a little more lube on the plug and press the tip to the tannish-pink opening. My cock weeps moisture from its slit and I’m dying to fuck one of these ladies. Carla pushes back, eagerly cramming her ass onto the plug. The movement takes her away from Lisa’s slit and she turns back to look at me over her shoulder.
“That’s it baby, push it in.” With a gentle give of her muscles the medium-sized plug buries deep in her flesh and the flat end anchors it in places. “And now it’s my turn,” she says while standing. Carla moves over to old leather couch and sits with her back nestled up against the far armrest. A glint from the glass can be seen when she spreads her legs wide and beckons Lisa over with curve of her finger, “Come to me, baby. Let me feel your tongue.”
The young woman rises from the hard chair, tossing her long ponytail over her shoulder and saunters to the sofa. She kneels on the middle cushion and lowers her mouth to Carla’s dripping pussy. Her perky round ass is up for view and the folds of her skin are swollen with her arousal.
“Johnny’s gonna fuck you, Lisa. You okay with that?” Carla reaches out to touch Lisa’s silky hair while making eye contact with the younger woman. Lisa nods her assent and continues to tickle Carla’s clit with her pink tongue.
I grab the edge of my jeans and hoist them up a bit so I can walk to the couch without tripping. I push them back down as I kneel behind the smooth, tight skin of Lisa’s toned body. She wiggles her ass a bit while widening her knees, drawing my eye to her slick, wet snatch. Remembering the all-important condom at the last moment, I reach down into a front pocket of my jeans and pull one out.
The foil packet opens easily and I quickly sheath my cock in the thin membrane. I’m so eager I don’t think I can go for finesse right now. Trying to balance the persona of what Carla wants with the fucking Lisa so desperately craves leaves me floundering for a split second. Positioning my head at her opening, I reach one hand around to massage her swollen clit.
I push forward with my hips and thrust all the way in, burying up to the hilt on my first stroke. Lisa moans her pleasure and I risk a glance up at Carla. She’s gripped the younger woman’s head with both her hands and is rotating her hips to get maximum friction against her mound.
I start pumping in earnest, working her bud with my right hand as I curve slightly over her back. I try my best not to stare too long at the obvious pleasure Carla is experiencing, or to concentrate on the tight walls gripping the length of my cock. It would be humiliating if I couldn’t get both these ladies off first before I shot my load.
“Use your fingers, Lisa. Fuck her pussy good,” I say. Her weight shifts to one arm and she starts to pump one elbow with enthusiastic movements.
Carla releases the death hold she had on Lisa’s head to play with her own nipples. She twists and turns them while swallowing little noises of pleasure deep with her throat. “Oh, God. I’m close. That feels good, baby. Right there.”
I need to get Lisa focused on the sensations in her own body and not on the job she’s doing on Carla’s snatch. I pull back a bit and stop touching her clit. I bury my cock in her and hold still for a moment.
She’s still working the bar owner’s pussy like a pro and by the look of it she could slow down a little and Carla will still explode in a minute. I pull my arm back and smack the young woman on the ass. She jerks a bit in surprise, but tries to pump my cock by moving her hips.
“I need you to feel me, Lisa. Every single stroke.” And with my comment I push a thumb into her tight little ass. I mirror the plunging of my digit with the slow strokes I begin again in her wet channel.
She raises her head from her studious attentions on Carla’s slit and moans out her pleasure. An increase of wetness seems to flood the walls inside her and my cock slides in and out with the rapid growing slickness. The young bar maid pumps her hips harder, trying to impale herself deeper on my cock. She looks back over at me and grins.
Carla reaches down with one hand to tease her own clit while Lisa plunges her fingers in time to the thrusting of her own hips. I work my thumb deep into the waitress’s virgin ass and feel her walls start to constrict around my hard length. Knowing the end is nearing, I remove my thick digit and reach around to flick the engorged clit nestled between Lisa’s sopping folds of skin.
The reach-around has me hunching over her kneeling form once more, and I’m able to fuck her good and deep. My balls clench up tight to my body as the convulsions from the young woman start to ripple along my cock. Lisa somehow remembers her boss, in her own moment of release and nudges the older woman’s hand aside to resume her licking.
The added friction is exactly what Carla needs to push her into oblivion. She screams her peak while gyrating her hips on the couch. Lisa’s own orgasm hits her hard as she struggles to keep up her ministrations on the blond and fuck me as hard as she can.
I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her firmly in place and continue to pump her. An electric sensation creeps up from the very root of my cock and spills out in my release. Great pulsating spurts hit me in wave after wave as pleasure encases my entire body.
We lay there for a moment, in utter silence after our frantic coupling. Each experiencing our own private moment while still touching physically. I turn and kiss the sweaty back of the nubile young woman beneath me.
Carla breaks the silence first. “I can hardly wait for you to fuck me after the set tonight, Johnny.”
Ahh... tonight is turning out to be freakin’ incredible.