The Lick-her Locker Bar Week 02

(All characters are over the age of 21).

Author's note - the original established the main character as Hank, a 52 year old divorced man. In the Lick-her Locker bar, he learned of sex workers who basically "performed" for free and who appeared only on weekends.

The sex workers, who dressed in masks and costumes concealing their identity were as follows:

Anal-Leigh, Batgirl, Cinderella, Spiderwoman, Vampira, The Widow Maker and Wonderwoman. Hank was selected and had sex with Vampira.

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After learning about the sex workers at the bar and having been "marked" by Vampira, Hank decided to return to the bar the following weekend and maybe try to get with a different sex worker.

As unusual as it would seem, his 26 year old daughter, Kelly, was tending bar that Friday when he returned. She saw him when he came into the bar.

"Hey, Dad! Sorry we didn't get together for dinner last week."

"That's okay; I know you're busy and you date on weekends."

"True but I'm free tomorrow night if you want to go eat somewhere?"

"Great! I'll make a reservation and call you. By the way, I thought you didn't work weekends."

"I'm filling in for someone who got sick, no big deal."

"Well, do me a favor and don't tell your mom that I came in and stayed awhile, okay?"

"Sure. What do you want to drink?"

"Beer is fine."

"Two beers coming up."

Hank had learned last week of the two drink minimum on the weekends.

"So, have you seen any of the sex workers yet? I heard some are pretty hot."

"Yeah, in case you get word, I saw Vampira last week and let's just say she left her mark on me."

"Maybe you'll find someone to ring your bell tonight. Good luck, Dad."

"Thanks, Kelly."

Hank took his drinks to a table and waited for the arrival of the costumed women for the night. At nine o'clock, the DJ made the announcement.

"Okay, folks, our special guests are here. First out tonight is Batgirl!"

A good bit of applause from the mostly male audience. Batgirl came out with a long yellow cape, a yellow cat mask, bright yellow bra, panties and boots that covered her calves. She had light brown hair cut to touch her shoulders with bangs. Great legs, killer ass and tits almost spilling out of her bra.

Once she made her way into the seated crowd, the next girl was announced.

"And next is the amazing Spiderwoman!"

Spiderwoman was wearing the expected spider costume, so tight and revealing it looked like it had been poured over her body and dried. Rather than the hood covering her whole head, she was wearing a spiderman mask. Her dark brown hair was just long enough to touch her shoulders.

She had an hourglass figure crammed into the tight costume. Every curve, her breasts, her camel toe and her ass were highlighted by the tight costume.

As soon as she left the stage, about 15 guys raised their hands, waving to get her attention. Hank decided she was too popular for him to be chosen.

Then the DJ announced the last sex worker.

"And lastly, we have Wonderwoman!"

When she stepped out onto the stage, Hank caught his breath. She looked like an amazon; tall with long muscled legs and thighs. Toned arms and huge tits made her costume swell. She turned around once and when Hank saw her tight ass his mouth dropped with surprise and in awe.

Hank could only imagine what sex with her would be like, and he wondered why there were no rumors or hints of what "specialty" she might have. He watched her scanning the crowd. Most of the men seemed intimidated, but she continued to roam until she stopped and whispered something to a woman. The woman stood up and timidly followed Wonderwoman down the hallway to the rooms. Hank noted that the woman kept her head down as she followed Wonderwoman.

Spiderwoman happened to approach the table next to Hank's. When she bent over to say something to a man sitting there, Hank marveled at the ass almost staring him in the face.

The man stood up and tried to grab Spiderwoman and she jumped back. She bumped into Hank's table and both his drinks tipped over and beer ran everywhere.

"Sorry to interrupt your evening," Spiderwoman apologized softly.

"Accidents happen; it's only beer," Hank replied.

Hank went to flag down a waitress and helped clean up the mess. He noticed that Spiderwoman had disappeared. The waitress offered to bring Hank another beer. When she returned to his table without the beer, Hank wondered what was wrong.

"Spiderwoman would like you to join her in room 7," the waitress said.

Hank knew his way down the hallway and knocked on the door. He remembered Paula, the bartender, telling him that Spiderwoman was supposedly into face sitting and smothering. Hank decided he could handle some of that, especially with this hot woman he had just seen.

Spiderwoman opened the door and ushered Hank inside. The room was similar to the one he had been in last week, except that it had a full size bed. As he entered the room, Hank saw another woman sitting in the large stuffed chair in the corner.

She didn't have a costume but she was wearing a mask. She had bright blue eyes, red hair and was a little heavier looking than Spiderwoman. She was wearing a tight blouse and a tight skirt. Hank liked the looks of her legs; thick thighs.

"Spiderman has a girlfriend, "MJ", and this is my girlfriend, "BJ".

Hank smiled and offered a friendly greeting.

"Hi, BJ, I'm Hank."

"BJ does not stand for blow job, so don't even think about it," snarled BJ.

"Nice to meet you too," Hank replied.

"Take your clothes off so we can see what we have to work with," ordered Spiderwoman.

The idea of sex with either or both of these women got Hank pretty hot. He undressed in front of them, leaving his clothes piled on top of his shoes on the floor.

"Everyone knows that Spiderman works with webs, but since I can't produce webs, I will be using this..."

She pulled out a large roll of plastic wrap from under the sink. She pulled on the roll and handed Hank the end.

"Put your hands down by your sides and hold this," Spiderwoman said.

Spiderwoman began to unroll the plastic wrap, wrapping it around Hank's shoulders. BJ pulled it tight and turned Hank around and around as they worked their way down his body wrapping him up in the plastic wrap.

"This looks like heavy duty stuff," Hank mentioned.

"Commercial grade, for wrapping sandwiches, meat, etc." replied BJ.

They continued wrapping his body, shoulders to his hips, putting several layers over his forearms and wrists. When they reached his genitals, BJ ran the plastic across his pubis. With the next layer, she lifted his scrotum and lay the wrap under them. Then she crisscrossed the plastic over his lower body.

They continued until he was wrapped to his knees, then they helped him get over to the bed. He backed up against the bed while they continued to put the plastic wrap around his lower legs and ankles. He looked like a mummy in a sandwich bag.

When they were finished, Spiderwoman put the wrap away. BJ put one finger on Hank's shoulder and gave him a gentle shove and he fell back on the bed.

Hank could only turn his head to watch as BJ unzipped Spiderwoman's outfit. When Spiderwoman slipped out of it, revealing her gorgeous naked body, Hank's cock responded. She had big firm tits, firm thighs and long sexy legs. She knelt on the bed, swung a leg across his shoulders and then settled herself on his face.

"BJ has a new toy she wants to try. It's a battery operated flashlight. Her job will be to keep you hard for me while you enjoy yourself."

Spiderwoman's firm thighs closed against his face as her pussy covered his mouth. He instinctively slid his tongue inside, rewarded with the sweetness of her arousal. Hank felt BJ slide the opening of the flashlight over the end of his semi hard cock. She eased it down until his entire shaft was encased in the flashlight.

"Now, it's important that you not cum until I allow it, so when you get close, just hum on my clit three times, sort of like an "sos" and BJ will turn off the flashlight."

BJ turned on the battery operated flashlight, on the low setting. It not only hummed, it whirred, the soft plastic insides lightly gripping his cock. It twisted back and forth as it gripped his shaft.

Hank would have groaned into Spiderwoman's flesh but she had slid her clit firmly between his lips. He swirled his tongue, lapped at her hole and drank her juices. She rotated her hips on his face, taking her pleasure from his tongue, then his nose.

"I love feeding a man my cum," she said, wiggling on his face.

The flashlight was like an electric pussy, gripping, twisting and squeezing his cock. as it vibrated up and down his shaft. It wasn't long before he felt the surge and he did as he was told, sucking on her clit and humming three times.

Spiderwoman patted the top of his head.

"That's a good boy; now make me cum, that's why you're here."

BJ turned off the flashlight and waited, sitting patiently on the bed next to Hank.

Spiderwoman opened her legs, allowing her to press more of her weight down onto his mouth. Hank's tongue was everywhere inside her; scraping her walls for more of her delicious cum, lapping at her clit and sucking up her juices.

She leaned slightly forward as she came. nearly shutting off his breathing. BJ turned on the flashlight at high speed. Hank groaned on Spiderwoman's clit as he struggled not to cum into the whirling flashlight.

Spiderwoman eventually calmed down and eased off Hank's face. BJ turned off the flashlight and Spiderwoman straddled Hank's body, kneeling and then easing her wet pussy down over the tip of his cock.

Hank noticed that BJ was taking off her skirt and her thong; she was naked from the waist down. She climbed on the bed and sat her ass on his chest, just below his chin.

"I have no use for a cock but a stiff tongue is a shame to waste."

BJ leaned forward, pressing her pussy against his lips. She leaned forward and began rolling her hips back and forth, using his tongue and mouth at her own pace.

Spiderwoman was slowly riding his cock, grinding down with each stroke, her pubis against his. Her wet pussy was tighter than he could have imagined. Hank was already aroused beyond control, and he worried he would come inside her before she allowed it.

BJ rode his face for a long time, seemingly in sync with Spiderwoman's own pleasure on Hank's cock. BJ leaned all her weight on both her palms on his forehead, holding his head still as she came, surprisingly squirting into his mouth.

Hank swallowed, choked and sputtered as Spiderwoman's pussy squeezed his cock in her own orgasm. She rocked back and forth for several minutes, and Hank struggled to refrain from shooting his load into her.

When both women had eased down from the height of their orgasms, they changed positions. Hank's erection and tight balls stuck out of the plastic wrap as though they were not even attached to his body. BJ once again used the flashlight while Spiderwoman knelt over Hank's face, facing his feet.

"Most people can only hold their breath for less than a minute. BJ and I are going to test your lung capacity."

"That right," added BJ, "But you can only come if you're all out of breath."

"Ready? Take a deep breath and hold it..." Spiderwoman warned as she lowered her ass down onto his face.

Her ass was warm on his cheeks and Hank's cock was still hard. BJ was using the flashlight again, still on low while Spiderwoman smothered him. His mouth was pressed so tightly against her asshole that he could not even smell it. Her full body weight pressed his head down into the mattress on the bed.

He barely lasted a minute and they could sense by his wiggling feet that he was suffocating. Spiderwoman lifted just enough for him to gasp and moan.

"Please, stop, this is dangerous," he pleaded.

Ignoring him, Spiderwoman smothered him again with her flesh. BJ turned up the speed to medium on the flashlight. Hank was certain that the manufactured pussy was going to get him off any minute. His lungs ached and he wondered if he would pass out.

He lasted two minutes when Spiderwoman lifted to give him some relief. He gasped for a few seconds and pleaded for relief.

"Please, let me cum; my balls ache!"

"Once more, but this time I won't get up until you come for us," she said.

She spread her buttocks and covered his face with her warm ass. She stretched her legs out along the top of his body, her feet on his abs. Her full body weight pressed on him and in desperation, Hank forced his tongue into her asshole.

Surprised but pleased, Spiderwoman wiggled on his face again.

"Good boy! Now, come for us before you pass out."

Hank realized it was a real possibility that he might pass out, unable to breath with her ass sealed over his nose and mouth. But lady luck was with him, in a way, and the flashlight, now on high speed again, did it's job. He felt the surge, his cock about to erupt. He grunted into Spiderwoman's ass. BJ removed the flashlight and both women watched as Hank's cock sent ropes of his sperm into the air, splashing down on the plastic wrap.

Spiderwoman rose to her knees and got off the bed. BJ put the plastic wrap away. Both women ignored the fact that Hank was still oozing cum all over his body and grunting like a stuck pig.

Spiderwoman calmly got dressed. Then as BJ got dressed, Spiderwoman took a sharp knife and slit the plastic between his feet all the way up to his crotch. They cut and peeled off the plastic wrap and Hank sat up on the bed, very weak and out of breath.

"You did a good job with your tongue; I hope you come back to see us again," Spiderwoman said. "You have about 15 minutes to get your shit together before the next client arrives."

Hank did the best he could to revive himself and get dressed. Because they didn't mention it, he didn't leave anything in the tip jar. Fucking bitches almost killed him.