Fucking Straight Girls

This story includes messy power dynamics and non-consensual situations, including coercion, public humiliation, homophobia, forced orgasms, and reluctant participation. There's also voyeurism and rough play, so if that's not your thing, you might want to skip this one. If it is your thing I hope you enjoy it.

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'I should have known. I should have fucking known.' Rowan thought to herself as she was manhandled back into the bar, her top still open and tits hanging out, nipples hard. 'It's always the fucking straight girls who get me in trouble.'

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An hour earlier, Rowan had blearily pulled into the lot of this junky old truck stop to get gas and grab a cup of coffee from the Travel-Mart. There had been nothing in this huge stretch of desert but occasional tiny gas stations (half of which had been boarded up), no sign of anything for many miles to come, and she was afraid she might fall asleep at the wheel if she kept going much longer without a break.

Rowan was filling a cup with what promised to be truly terrible coffee when the bells over the door jangled, and Jo walked in. Rowan looked up and caught sight of a woman, maybe just a bit older than her, with long blonde hair in messy waves down her back, a soft and clingy old white tee-shirt, cut-offs, and cowboy boots striding purposefully towards the chip aisle. When Rowan's eyes finally made their way up to the woman's face after taking their sweet time memorizing her every curve, she was surprised to find the woman staring back at her. Rowan almost dropped her gaze, but the woman bit her lip, and she couldn't look away.

Coffee overflowed from the edge of her cup, and Rowan jumped at the stinging pain in her thumb. She quickly stopped the handle of the coffee urn and caught herself before she dropped the cup. When she looked up again, the woman had begun deliberating her snack choices and was no longer looking at her.

Rowan caught her reflection in the glass door of a cooler full of soda. She was road weary, but her hair was still slicked back into a tight knot at the nape of her neck. She had a slim build with small tits and a round ass. She wore boyfriend jeans and docs, with a tight-fitting short-sleeved button-up top, no bra. She didn't look half-bad for driving for hours.

To the trained eye she was visibly queer, the carabiner of keys on her belt-loop an over-the-top giveaway, but folks outside of the community didn't always pick up what she was trying to put down. She wondered what impression she gave the blonde.

Rowan poured coffee from her cup to make room for cream and attempted to make it drinkable. When she looked up again, she caught the blonde looking at her, eyes quickly darting away. Rowan smiled to herself. OK, she wasn't imagining it. She was getting major vibes from this hot woman. Maybe this pit stop could be more pleasant than she had imagined.

She walked to the chip aisle and stood beside her, pretending to browse the snacks. "So, what are you thinking? Sour cream and onion? Barbecue?" Rowan asked.

The woman looked up at her, her gaze catching on Rowan's lips for a long moment, and said, "Oh, I'm not sure. I might just be thirsty."

Rowan almost laughed out loud; this was absurd. "Well, take it from me, the coffee does not come recommended." She took a sip and made a face. "Hi, I'm Rowan." She put out her hand to shake, then felt incredibly dumb for doing so.

The woman laughed as she grabbed Rowan's hand and shook it, trying to look very serious. "Hi, Rowan. I'm Jo. It's a pleasure." They began to flirt and banter, laughing as they wandered the store, picking up snacks and putting them down, trying on sunglasses, and finally heading to the counter to check out.

"Would you want to grab a drink at the bar next door? Or are you trying to get back on the road?" Jo asked as Rowan paid for her coffee. "It's just, it's getting late anyway. I don't know where you are headed or how fast you need to get there, but the motel out back is the only place to stay for miles and miles. I assume if you are drinking that sludge, you are trying to get out of here, but I think I'd regret it if I didn't at least ask."

Rowan poured her coffee onto the pavement and threw away the cup as they walked past the giant parking lot, sprinkled with semi trucks, to the bar.

The neon sign buzzed and flickered as they walked in. They sat at the bar on wobbly stools. The room was large and dim, with sticky-looking tables, booths with ripped and patched pleather, and an ancient jukebox in the corner. A couple of other patrons sat at the bar, drinking beers and staring at the TVs on the wall, and a couple of small groups sat in booths, laughing and drinking pitchers.

Jo and Rowan ordered from a bulky bartender and nursed their drinks as they flirted with each other. Jo took any and every opportunity to touch Rowan. When she wasn't brushing up against Rowan, or touching her hand, or putting a hand on her knee, she was running her hands over her own neck and chest, twirling her hair, and biting her lip *at* Rowan. It was turning Rowan on, and she couldn't take her eyes off of her.

Rowan learned that Jo was 30, two years older than she was. Jo was part of a team that hauled loads between Las Vegas, Phoenix, and Salt Lake City. She was flirty, funny, and warm, and her body was incredible.

Rowan was basking in the glow of Jo's attention. It was so fun to meet a femme who gave such clear signals, no guessing game required, this woman was into her. She was so glad she decided to stop at this random place, and slightly buzzed from her drink when Jo grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hallway that ran along their side of the bar and led to the bathrooms. Rowan was surprised when the door Jo pulled her through led outside. Under a tall flickering orange streetlight, Rowan pulled Jo back into a deep kiss, then turned her around and pressed her up against the rough beige cinder block wall.

Jo and Rowan made out like teenagers, hands roaming, breath hitching. Rowan kept Jo pinned against the wall with her hips and delighted in the feeling of her soft skin, wet mouth, and how she kept pulling her closer. Jo whispered, "I have a truck. Do you want to..." against Rowan's neck, making her shiver. She immediately let Jo away from the wall and cut her off, saying "Yes. Yes, let's go."

Jo pulled Rowan by the hand through the maze of giant trucks, leading her to the passenger side of a bright red Mack truck at the far edge of the lot. The 18-wheeler blocked the view of the bar, motel, parking lot, and Travel-Mart, nothing but a twisted old fence, flat desert, and stars as far as she could see on their side of the truck.

Jo pulled her tee-shirt off, opened the cab door, threw it inside, and stared at Rowan expectantly, her round tits glorious in a thin mesh bra, her nipples clearly visible. Rowan unbuttoned her top, the skin on her small perky tits and smooth stomach pebbling in the cool night air. They stood staring at each other for a moment, hearts racing, then Rowan pushed Jo against the truck, cupping and palming her tits, licking up her neck.

Jo's hands held Rowan's hips, sliding up and down her sides, lightly trailing her fingers over her skin under her shirt, then turned and caught Rowan's mouth with her own. They pushed against each other, fighting for dominance as they explored each other's bodies. Jo moved down to kiss Rowan's tits while Rowan unclasped Jo's bra. Rowan pressed her thigh between Jo's legs and pulled Jo's bra off completely, throwing it up into the rig.

Jo stepped backward onto the steps she must use to get into this giant truck. She stood on the taller step and unbuttoned her shorts. Then, staring at Rowan, she slid her shorts down, revealing thin mesh panties that hid nothing.

Rowan stepped forward and pressed her mouth onto Jo's mound, now almost perfectly at the height of her face. She licked and lapped at the front of her slit through her panties, clutching her ass in her hands. Jo moaned and squirmed, holding on to the open door and seat of the truck for support.

Rowan stepped back and trailed light fingers over the front of Jo's wet mesh panties. Jo shivered. Rowan slid her panties down to her knees and said, "Step out of your boots." Jo pulled one leg up at a time, and Rowan pulled her boots off, handing them to her to put in the truck. Rowan pulled her panties and shorts off and handed those up as well.

Rowan said, "Get up on the seat and spread your legs." Jo shot up onto the seat and leaned back, spreading her legs. Rowan climbed the bottom step and ran her hands up and down Jo's body. Jo wiggled and giggled and her tits shook. Rowan's face was again just above Jo's pussy and she pressed into her soft thighs, spreading her legs wider before giving her a long lick up her slit, then pulling her clit gently into her mouth and sucking.

Jo gasped and moaned, bucking her hips. Rowan teased and toyed with her, gently pressing her fingers around, but never into, her opening, keeping the sucking pressure on her clit constant. Jo was dripping wet and panting by the time Rowan finally pushed two fingers into her.

Rowan expertly fucked Jo with her hand, gently and then harder. She began to run her tongue over Jo's clit while she sucked. Jo moaned and shook, making Rowan nervous they were going to get caught, but also turning her on more.

When Jo came, she came fast and hard, shaking and yelling, soaking wet and pushing her cunt into Rowan's face and onto her fingers. Rowan slowly and gently stopped, letting Jo's body jolt with the aftershocks a couple times before removing her mouth and hand completely.

Jo panted, "Oh my god, you are amazing. I have always wanted to do this."

"Fuck a stranger while hanging out of your truck?" Rowan asked with a grin, wiping her face and fingers on the soft insides of Jo's thighs.

"No, hook up with a woman. This is my first time."

Rowan tried not to look or sound disappointed. "Oh! Wow..."

'Why didn't I ask her what her type was?' Rowan yelled at herself in her mind but asked in what she hoped was a kindly curious voice, "Why haven't you tried it before if you've always wanted to?"

"I just never thought I would be able to give up dick, you know?" Rowan did not know. "And, also, like, I didn't know if I would be able to go down on a woman, you know? There's like, a lot going on down there."

Rowan's stomach sank. What a fucking bummer. A straight girl. She never learned. 'Ask before you fuck, Rowan. Ask before you fuck!' she berated herself. Jesus. Well shit, she wasn't getting any help getting off tonight. Rowan stepped down from the truck, sighing.

"Hey, don't go!" Jo said, pouting.

"Yeah, don't go fucking anywhere," a gruff male voice said in Rowan's ear, a large hard hand wrapping around her arm and twisting it behind her sharply, bending her over.

"What the fuck?" Rowan yelled, trying to pull out of the grasp of this stranger. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears; she couldn't get at him, and she couldn't get away.

"Oh, Jesus, Wade, I thought you were passed out in the motel!" Jo said, sitting up sharply and trying to cover herself.

"You know this guy?" Rowan asked Jo.

"That's my wife you were fucking." Wade snarled at Rowan. "Get down here you slut, Jesus, I leave you at home, you fuck someone, I bring you with me, you fuck someone!"

"Oh, Wade, listen, it wasn't like a real fuck, right? I mean, you like it when I make out with girls, right?" Jo said as she climbed out of the truck, her wetness still glistening on her pussy and thighs.

Wade slammed the door closed and grabbed Jo by the upper arm. "I like it? I like it when you do it IN FRONT OF ME, not behind my back!" Wade began to march them quickly across the lot. "I could hear you from the fucking motel. I know what you sound like when you cum. You were fucking screaming."

"No, Wade, no, baby, listen it doesn't count, it's not like I fucked a guy! I was doing research. It was for us! You've always wanted to bring another woman into our bed, I was just seeing if I'd like that..." Jo was nearly skipping on her short legs trying to keep up with Wade, her bare feet tumbling over the pavement.

Rowan kept quiet, rolling her eyes at Jo. She sucked. Things were clicking into place for Rowan. Jo was part of a "team" that hauled around the desert? Was the team she talked about her marriage? She brought her to the passenger side door, not because it was more discreet, but because it was *her* side of the fucking truck. Jesus. Why didn't she just ask what her type was before fucking her?

'I should have known. I should have fucking known.' Rowan thought to herself as she was manhandled back into the bar, her top still open and tits hanging out, nipples hard. 'It's always the fucking straight girls who get me in trouble.'

Wade dragged Rowan and a naked Jo into the bar. "I just found my slut wife was getting fucked by this dyke!" Wade yelled. The handful of patrons were staring hard at the trio, most eyes stuck to Jo's round tits and bare pussy, but Rowan felt the burn of embarrassment as she felt eyes on her tits as well. Someone whistled.

Wade pushed Jo forward "Go bend your ass over that table." Wade pointed at a booth where two men sat, watching. "Get into your spanking position, I'll deal with you in a minute." Jo hurried to the table, the men pushing their pitcher and cups out of the way, and she bent deeply over it. Her tits and face pressed to the table top, she grabbed the edges of the table with her hands as far away from herself as she could, she spread her legs wide, so wide, then brought herself up onto her tip-toes, arching her back slightly and pushing her ass and pussy out towards the room.

Jo was completely exposed, Rowan could see her ass, asshole, and pussy, still wet and swollen from her mouth. The men at the table began laughing and toying with Jo, playing with her hair, pinching at the sides of her squashed tits, running their fingers over her back and ass. Rowan (and the rest of the room) watched as her pussy lips slowly spread apart, revealing her hole and clit. Phones were out, and cameras were snapping away.

Wade pushed Rowan into the center of the room. She quickly covered herself, pulling her shirt together. "Strip," he said. Rowan looked at him, afraid. She looked around the room. Was anyone going to help her out of this? She saw only leering, lecherous men. "I said Strip. I'm not going to say it again. Don't fucking test me."

With shaking hands, Rowan pulled her shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. Her heart was pounding with fear and shame. "Faster!" Wade snarled. Rowan, quicker now, pulled her feet from her docs and unbuttoned her jeans, dropping them and kicking them to the side. She stood in her socks and panties, covering her chest with her arms. "Luke, this bitch isn't listening, help her out before I get mad," Wade said. The burly bartender stepped towards her, grinning. "No, I can do it!" Rowan yelped, quickly pulling off her socks and regretfully dropping down her panties to reveal herself completely, trying to cover as much of herself as possible with her hands.

"Come stand by the bar," Wade said. Rowan was bright red as she walked to him. He grabbed her and pushed her roughly back until her back was pressed against the bar. The patrons were moving now, gathering closer around the naked women. "Hands behind your head!" Rowan closed her eyes, trying to block out the feeling of the eyes on her as she put her hands behind her head. "Spread your legs." Rowan trembled but did as she was told, the air cool against her pussy, still wet from the excitement with Jo just minutes earlier, in a different life.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." Rowan opened her eyes and looked at Wade. He stood close to her, short, stocky, balding, and mean as hell. "You fucked my wife, and I didn't get to see it. That's a problem for me. I know she didn't tell you she was married. I'm not so mad at you, but I have to make things right. You understand?"

Rowan said feebly, "What are you going to do to me?" Wade stepped closer into her personal space and looked her body slowly up and down. "I'm gonna punish my wife for being a little slut. And you are going to help me. If you do as I say, I won't have to punish you too, got it?" Rowan nodded.

He knelt in front of her, looking closely at her bare pussy and she felt truly mortified, looking up the handful of strangers also taking in every inch of her made her want to run and hide. "Jo probably pissed you off too. Maybe it will feel good to get back at her a bit. She does this all the time you know, because she is a slut for punishment. She wants me to catch her so that I can punish her. You can help her get what's coming to her." Rowan nodded again, unsure what that meant but wanting to be agreeable.

"I'm just going to take a look first." Wade tapped her sharply on the inner thigh, she could feel his breath on her wet pussy lips, he snapped, "Open your legs wider, now!" Rowan was shaking slightly as she stepped her legs as wide as she could. Wade reached up and pulled on her pussy lips, she tried to twist away and he slapped her hard on the thigh "hold still!"

Moving his attention back to her pussy he pulled her inner pussy lips hard, then spread them open as wide as he could. Rowan felt the air on her exposed clit and hole and shivered. He spent what felt like an eternity staring at her pussy, pinching and pulling her lips wider, prodding with his fingers around her hole, tapping it. He pinched her clit sharply, making her squirm, and pulled back its hood, exposing it completely. He shifted forward and slowly licked her exposed bud.

Rowan's legs shook; she did not want anything he was doing to her to feel good. But she had been so turned on earlier, and something about all the eyes on her naked body was keeping that fire burning instead of putting it out. Wade noticed. He ran a finger up her center, pulling glistening strings of moisture with it as he brought it up for everyone to see. "She likes this, we've found another little slut I guess." The men laughed, and Rowan could see tented pants in every direction.

"Fellas, help me out here," Wade said, standing up and tapping the front of her pussy with the back of his hand. "Keep her spread open wide, I want everyone to be able to see the wetness pouring out of her while I keep inspecting the goods. Two men walked forward and grabbed Rowan, picking her slight body up easily, setting her so her ass rested on the edge of a bar stool. They knelt on either side of her, pushing her legs onto their shoulders so their faces were pressing roughly into the soft skin of her thighs, pressing her legs sharply apart. They reached forward and pulled her pussy open wide, each pulling a lip towards them.

Rowan saw cameras flashing and quickly covered her face with her hands. At the same time she felt her wetness drip down towards her asshole. Slap! Rowan gasped as pain shot across her right tit. Wade had slapped it, hard. "Hands behind your head!" Wade barked. Rowan quickly put her hands behind her head "Stick out your tits for me now." She arched her back, pushing her small tits up and out. "Now I'm going to show you what happens when you don't listen, so we don't have to do this again," Wade said.

He took his time, making Rowan shudder and shake, trying her hardest to keep her tits thrust forward. He cupped her tits, squeezing and lifting them. He jiggled them and watched them shake. He pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out, then twisting them harder. Then he let go and began to slap her tits roughly with both hands. Her small tits felt like they were on fire, he hit them hard and fast, striking her hard nipples again and again.

At the same time the men holding her legs and pussy open began to pinch her pussy lips harder and pull them farther from her center. Rowan began to cry out, it was too much, it hurt so badly. Finally, at some signal unknown to Rowan, Wade stopped slapping her tits and the men holding her pussy open gentled their hold slightly. Wade said "Put those tits out for me again." Rowan pushed her chest up and out, her eyes watering with unshed tears.

He cupped her hot, pink, aching tits in his hands, leaned in and sucked on her hard sore nipples one at a time, slowly running his tongue over them as he sucked. Rowan couldn't keep in her small moan of pleasure, and she heard cheers from some of the men. Wade stepped back before her.

"Now, are you going to listen to me, little slut?" Wade asked her. "Yes." She said meekly. Slap! Wade slapped his open palm hard into her spread pussy, she jumped and yelped but the men holding her open kept her secured. "Yes, what?" Wade asked menacingly. Rowan gulped and trembled, she felt her pulsing pussy gush with wetness, "Yes, sir." She said clearly. Wade nodded, smiling. He grabbed her chin sharply and stared into her eyes. "You stay in this position until I tell you to do different. Do as I say, and no harm will come to you, understand?" She looked back into his eyes and tried to believe him, answering, "Yes, sir."

Wade turned sharply towards Jo, still spread wide over a table, ass and pussy pushed up and out. The men sitting on either side of her seemed to have been inspired by Rowan's confinement and were now pulling Jo's pussy as wide apart as they could, chuckling. "Who wants a turn spanking my slut wife?" Wade yelled. Cheers arose from the men in the room. All but the two men still holding Rowan open, (who's faces were still pressed roughly into her thighs, their eyes trained on her pussy as they kept it held open, wetness trickling out of her) lined up behind Jo to get their turn to spank her.

One by one the men each spent a couple minutes raining hard slaps down onto Jo's ass. She stayed still at first but by the third man she was wiggling and jiggling her ass, whimpering at every blow. Rowan was amazed that Jo stayed in position through it all; she didn't get up off the table or try to cover her ass once. Her pussy was gleaming in the low light, wetness clearly visible, it was hard to tell but Rowan thought she was getting wetter with each man who took his turn, even as she cried out louder and shook harder.

Wade was the sixth and final man to step up to his wife's crimson ass. He ran his fingers, feather-light, over her burning skin, and she mewled, pushing her ass and pussy up higher. Wade slapped her ass sharply once, but stepped away. "I can't even with you. I'm so pissed. Fuck!" He turned around, running his hand through his thinning hair, and his eyes caught on Rowan. He grinned slowly, Rowan could see the gears working in his mind. She didn't think that was a good sign.

He spun around, grabbed a wooden chair, and put it in the center of the room. He turned to her and said, "Come." The men holding her open released her pussy and ducked out from under her legs, she closed them shakily and stood. She walked to the chair, and he made a 'take a seat' gesture as he said, "I want you to take my turn. But you have to be rough with her. You have to spank her hard, or else you will be getting the spanking instead. Got it?" Rowan sat in the chair, nodding, and said, "Yes, sir."

Moments later, Jo was shoved over Rowan's lap. She seemed to be well-versed in what to do next. She pressed her fingertips onto the sticky floor, her stomach pressed into Rowan's lap, her ass up, legs wide, back arched and ass thrust out. Jo's soft round tits grazed Rowan's naked thigh, making her pussy clench, Fuck, she really didn't mind having this incredible looking woman naked over her lap, if only she wasn't also brutally aware of her own nakedness in a room with a bunch of men.

Jo's ass was bright red and radiating heat. Rowan didn't know if she was going to be able to satisfy Wade and spank Jo hard enough, but she was damn sure going to try. This straight girl had gotten her into this mess and Rowan had no qualms with abusing Jo's ass to keep herself out of the line of fire as much as possible. She braced her left arm tightly over Jo's back, hand curled around her waist and raised her right hand high in the air. Breathing in deeply, Rowan slapped Jo's red hot ass as hard as she could.

The room cheered as Jo let out a little cry, and Rowan gave it her all. She mercilessly spanked her, focusing on the sensitive crease where thigh met ass--right where the yelps were the loudest. The room chanted "Spank her! Spank her! Spank her!" and Rowan kept on going. Jo's ass had been thoroughly punished before Rowan began to spank her so it was no surprise when she quickly began to shake and wiggle her ass, crying out and whimpering loudly with each stroke.

Rowan was feeling very, very turned on. Jo was wiggling her naked body all over her, shaking her ass and squirming on her lap. Every time she gave a particularly wild squirm Rowan got to see her wet pussy, dripping down her thighs now. And she didn't want to be turned on, and she didn't want to be naked, and she was actually pissed now that she thought about it. Her hand was stinging and her arm was getting tired, but a glance at Wade told her that she should keep going, she needed to switch up her strategy.

Rowan wrapped her right leg around Jo's right leg, trapping it in place, and spreading her pussy wide. She looked up at Wade and pointed at Jo's other leg with her eyes, saying "do you mind?" he sauntered up grinning and clamped his big hands right above Jo's knee, pulling her leg to stretch her open wider.

"Oh no, hey, what are you doing?" Jo asked, hiccuping. Rowan rubbed roughly into Jo's ass, trying to sooth the sting in her hand. "I'm going to teach your slutty little pussy a lesson." Rowan said, raising her hand up high again and bringing it down sharply on Jo's open cunt.

Jo bellowed and tried to close her legs, but she couldn't, Rowan and Wade held her tightly. The room cheered. Rowan's hand came away from her pussy wet and glistening. She brought it down again and again, Jo's wetness splattered on her thighs and Rowan's forearm, each sharp slap bringing a howl from her lips. When Rowan's hand needed another break she reached over and pulled Jo's pussy open, showing the room her pulsing little hole. Jo was deeply into this, even as she cried and whimpered. Seeing her dripping wet and needy made Rowan's pussy tingle and clench again.

Wade let go of Jo's leg and said, "Get up. Now. In position." Jo slowly stood on trembling legs, her mascara dripping down her face. She spread her legs wide, grimacing, and put her hands behind her head, pushing her tits forward. "You too." He barked at Rowan. Cheeks flushing, she jumped up and stood next to Jo, in the same revealing position.

"You did good." He said, casually twisting Jo's nipples, even as he spoke to and looked at Rowan. "Now I need you to tell me some things. Be honest now. What did this slut let you do to her?" Rowan felt all the eyes on her again and trembled, she tried to get it all out as quickly as she could. "We kissed, I played with her tits, and I ate her out and fucked her with my hand until she came."

"And did she reciprocate at all? This selfish little slut?" Wade asked, slapping Jo's tits back and forth sharply. "No, um, she kissed me and my tits a little, but that's all." Wade nodded slowly, continuing his barrage of slaps on Jo's big tits. He said, "It sounds to me like the little slut owes you one. Don't you think?"

"Oh, I don't, no, I'm ok" Rowan said. Wade turned sharply towards her and she flinched. He knelt between her legs again, staring at her pussy. She knew is was sopping wet and inflamed with want. "Your body betrays you," Wade said, "Looks to me like you need to cum." Rowan was blushing deeply and said nothing. Wade seemed to take this as agreement. He stood up, flicked at her hard nipples, chuckling, then barked, "Get up on the bar, lay down on your back, now!"

Rowan shakily climbed a wobbly stool up and sat on the bar, taking a deep breath, she turned her body and laid down, her shoulders just touching the sides of the bar. She kept her legs straight and pushed them together as tightly as she could. Wade grabbed her hands and pulled them up over her head, instructing her to grasp onto the sides of the bar as far as she could reach. He then sharply slapped the front of her pussy and said simply, "spread."

Rowan groaned internally, not daring to do it out loud. She bent her knees and let them fall apart. "Whoever wants to help, hold this one's legs," Wade said, tapping her sharply right on her clit this time. Two men quickly jumped to either side of the bar and grabbed her legs behind the knees, pulling her legs up and apart. Their free hands twisted and pinched at her nipples.

Wade walked slowly back to Jo. "You've got a debt to pay darling, and you are going to be taking my belt until you pay it, so you better hope you can use that tongue to make her cum. Get on the bar, on all fours, I want your head in front of her pussy, your ass in the air. Go!"

Jo quickly climbed up onto the bar, but took her time getting into position. Rowan could see that she loved the attention, all the eyes on her naked body. She arched her back deeply, spread her knees, shoved her ass high in the air, and leaned on her forearms, wrapping her hands around the bar on either side of Rowan's ass. Rowan could feel her breath on her pussy, which was dripping and puffy and open for all to see.

The men circled again, finding their favorite angles. Wade unfastened his buckle, pulling the supple leather belt from his pants slowly, and said "you better get to licking, because this doesn't stop until she cums." Jo looked nervous now, she looked down at Rowan's pussy and looked uncertain and overwhelmed. Rowan rolled her eyes, this fucking woman.

Slap! Wade's belt whipped across Jo's painfully red ass. She yelped and lurched forward, her mouth clumsily bumping against Rowan's cunt. She stuck her tongue out tentatively and lightly licked at Rowan's lips with the very tip of her tongue. Slap! The force of the belt pushed Jo forward again, she moaned, seeming to grasp her situation, and began to lap at Rowan's slit in earnest.

Jo had no idea what she was doing, that was obvious, but the sharp slap of the belt kept coming, making her more and more anxious to please. After five strokes she began sucking desperately on Rowan's clit. At 10 she shoved two fingers deeply into Rowan's cunt and began to fuck her. Every stroke pushed her face deeper into Rowan's folds and tore a vibrating moan from her lips.

Rowan began to buck and squirm, the men were still harshly playing with her tits and holding her legs apart, and she was panting. Jo's desperate desire to get the belt to stop whipping across her ass made her eager and attentive to Rowan's tensing muscles and bucking hips, and by stroke 15 she had found a rhythm. Rowan couldn't hold in her moans and gasps of pleasure. She would open her eyes and see the circle of men watching, gripping their erections through their pants, and wish she could stop, but it felt so good.

She didn't want to cum in front of these people, but she didn't know if she could stop it. By stroke 20 Jo was feverishly pounding into her, sucking hard on her clit, and Rowan felt it coming. Her body tensed and shook, she tried to avoid Jo's sucking mouth and flicking tongue, tried to think of other things, but when the 23rd stroke hit, pushing Jo's mouth into her, Rowan came.

Her orgasm felt never ending, it kept on going and going, Jo wasn't backing off, Rowan felt cries and moans rip out of her mouth. Rowan tried to tell them she had cum, that Jo had done it, but Jo kept on sucking and pounding into her. The men holding Rowan down and apart kept her from squirming away and in mere moments Rowan was coming again, wetness pouring out of her in a rush onto Jo's hand and the bar.

Rowan jolted and shook, her voice was gone, she couldn't say anything, all she could do was feel. She was so sensitive and didn't want this anymore, but Jo kept on sucking and fucking. Rowan lost track of her orgasms, it became a blur of pleasure and pain, desperately wanting it to stop, she didn't think she could cum any more, and then another orgasm would be ripped out of her, her eyes rolling and her body shaking.

Finally Rowan managed to scream, "Enough! Enough! I came, I came, I came. Please, please stop, oh god. Please." Rowan was blind to her surroundings, all she knew was that Jo wasn't in her or sucking on her anymore. The men holding her were gone as well. Panting and laying in a puddle of wetness, aftershocks jolting through her body, Rowan slowly climbed her way back up to awareness.

When she managed to open her eyes again, she was splayed out on the bar, turning her head she saw Jo on a table, straddling one man, riding his cock as he lay under her, another man was pounding his cock into her mouth, a third was lining up to fuck her ass, and she had two more cocks in her hands. Wow. Wowwww. Jo looked like she was having the time of her life. 'She really does love dick' Rowan thought hazily, 'what an incredible multitasker.'

Wade walked up to her, one of only three men not touching his wife. She sat up, shy after losing herself completely to lust. He handed her back her clothes, folded into a neat pile. "You did very well," Wade said, "would you like me to walk you to your car?" Rowan shook her head. Wade nodded, gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead, and turned back to watch his wife fuck five men at once.

Rowan stood in the Travel-Mart, once again clothed, Deja-vu washing over her. A hot cup of coffee and some snacks on the counter. It was almost like the last couple of hours had never happened, but they very much had. Rowan took a long sip of the coffee as she got into her car and grimaced. "Still terrible," she said, shaking her head. "Almost as bad as my taste in women."