Bar Stool Ass Fuck Followup

As I mentioned when I first got to this particular bar, I love going to various cities in my travels and visiting the local brew pubs, craft distilleries and other places like that where you can sit and have a quality pint or a shot or two and relax at the bar. The older style bars with the brass rail and a similar foot rest at the bottom of the bar are my favourites, if nothing else, for the ambience but definitely for the quality drink.

The tall, round padded bar stools, the polished hand rails on the stairways, the restraint rings on the wall by the open laundry tub style sinks in the washrooms. I love the look of finished wood and polished brass and if you were to mix that in with some tight leather gear, some restraints like handcuffs and a little latex wear, I would have to call that home.

Now, having just finished up from the bar from the previous bar stool gang bang scene, I had to clean up and utilize one of the showers that I noticed were here. Many truckers stop by here near the warehousing district in this town so the bar owner tries to accommodate them. I was what could be considered a sloppy whore mess, which I love but needed to get cleaned up.

Glazed with cum and lube and beer soaked to the bone so to speak, I hopped off of that bar stool spent but very, very happy. I had to reach behind me and put my hand over my swollen and stretched hole so as not to leave a trail like a snail all the way back to the washrooms and showers. That helpful soul who poured the beer down my back and swollen hole cleaned out most everything in his felching orgy but not all of it. I slipped a finger into my puffy asshole to help stop up any leakage just in case.

Anyway, I walked back bow-legged to the washrooms and found a clean stall. The water heated up quickly after turning on the tap and I stepped in soaped up and began scrubbing my filthy body. I didn't realize how tired and sleepy I was until the water, warm and enveloping, had time to work its magic and soothe my battered body. As I relaxed, a large glob of a mixture of sperm, lube, beer, spit and mucus dropped to the floor and swirled at the drain briefly, then disappeared. I was glad I stopped in here for the overnight stay thinking I would just grab a room after getting drunk at the bar. The scene that played out was one of the hottest I could remember in a long time. As a few of the scenes played back in my mind while I was showering I couldn't help but think I must be getting too old for this. I was in my early 60's but still fit and with a physique that was more appropriate to a 40 year old.

I was still fit and firm and luckily many of the modern younger guys are still attracted to the daddy types and I think that's why that scene last night may have played out as well as it did. I'm grateful for the younger men being into us old guys. The daddy issues that must have been in their pasts get worked out this way. They can gain their revenge by furiously ass fucking their step-daddies just like they have had done to them. At least that's my take on it. Of course, I have met younger men than me whom I have shared a bed with who were just genuinely turned on by an older and more experienced dude fucking with them. Like I said, I'm grateful for that.

I finished up my shower, clean and fresh as a daisy, and walked back out to the main washroom area to one of the open wash tub like sinks. I had a towel around me, and my wash up kit. I brushed my teeth and glanced at my watch. Wow, 7 AM, I've been going all night and into the morning. As I was rinsing and spitting into the sink I saw in the mirror a man walk in fully clothed. I recognized him from the night before as the owner of this bar. I had noticed him lingering around the back of the bar where I was getting fucked and gang banged and he was keeping a close eye on the activities.

I wasn't sure if that was because he was concerned about those activities and if any harm was to come to anyone present or to his bar or if he was genuinely into the gang bang scene that was playing out before him. Maybe both?

"Good morning." he said quietly as he wondered over to a utility closet to grab some cleaning equipment.

"Hi, good morning." I replied.

"You need anything?"

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"That was some show you put on last night. I've got to mop that mess up now before the new crowd starts coming in."

"Sorry about that. I can give you a hand if you like?"

"Really? Yeah, that would be cool."

With that, I got dressed in the fresh clothes I always have handy. I carry a back pack that I checked into one of the small lockers set up near the door when you first come in. Very much like one of those clubs you can go to. Safe and secure place for the stuff you don't want to be carrying around while you are playing.

I went back out to the bar wearing my clean jeans, black t-shirt, suspenders and cowboy boots and found the bar owner already scrubbing at the floor with a mop and bucket and some probably very strong sanitizing soap.

"Here, let me do that." I said and took the mop from his hands. I put the mop back into the bucket wringer and squeezed out the mop head, rinsed got the mop wet again and started mopping where I could see the floor was still dry. I thought there must be an awful lot of my DNA on that floor and a multitude of fluid samples.

"I appreciate your help, thanks. What's your name?" he asked me.

"I'm Dennis, you?"

"I'm Bill."

"Good to meet you Bill. I love your bar here. It's got all the comforts of home and I may not want to leave too soon."

It was true, after the trailer load I dropped yesterday, I had nothing to pick up so would have driven all the way back home by myself to an empty house. I was in no rush considering the fun and companionship that was available here. One of the fringe benefits of being a cross country trucker who enjoyed bottoming but could top when asked to.

"Well you're more than welcome to stay here in the motel. There are lots of rooms available and I can let you have a deal on the price because, well frankly, you brought a lot of people in last night who bought beer and bought food and really packed the place in a way I haven't seen in quite a while."

"Sounds like a plan Bill, I appreciate that and I think I may take you up on that as I am in need of a good nights sleep and a decent meal before heading home."

I had just finished mopping out the bar area and it was clean as a whistle when Bill returned and eyed the place. I went back to the washroom, wrung out the mop, cleaned and rinsed the bucket out and was putting them back in the supply closet when he came in and stood there looking at me.

"You know not many guys would do what you just did. Most just fuck and run back to their wives before they realize their husbands have been out all night and are coming home drunk."

"Well I probably owed it to you after the mess I made or more accurately had a hand in making."

"Well... thanks." Bill said and turned and went back out the door of the washroom.

Time to get some shuteye. Bill was a genuine person and I like that. I need to get some sleep so I grabbed my pack from the locker and headed over to the motel office to get my room. I kind of figured I'd stick around and maybe be back in the bar tonight as there were people and things I wanted to experience while I was here.

I got my room, at a very handsome discount I might add, said good night to the woman at the office counter and went to my room and threw my back pack on the chair by the door and collapsed on the bed. I don't think I was in bed five minutes and I was sound asleep. It was still early morning by this time so I would likely awake again in about seven or eight hours. I didn't stir the entire time and woke up around three in the afternoon as expected. I stumbled to the washroom and pissed long and hard wondering where the hell that all came from. I was surprised I had any fluids in me.

I wandered back to bed and as I was headed there, I noticed someone had slipped what looked like a post card under my door. I was expecting a statement for the room but it was actually what turned out to be an invitation of sorts. It was printed on what could have been mistaken for parchment and had a Gothic lettering text font as well as interesting embellishments around the outside edge of the card.

"YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO A NIGHT OF KINK IN THE BONDAGE ROOM LOCATED DOWNSTAIRS -- ASK AT THE BAR WHEN OPEN, 2100 START TIME"

Interesting and certainly not something I was expecting here in this sleepy little town. Looks can be deceiving as they say and although the restraint rings I noticed in that washroom should have been a clue, I was a little slow to notice.

Having not packed my bondage gear with me this trip, I was a little concerned about how under dressed I would be if and when I attended. No harnesses or straps but I did have some tight briefs I usually wear day to day along with my leathers.

Well the hours flew by and after eating in the restaurant and checking out some of the shops in town.

Before I knew it, it was 2100 so I headed over to the bars front door only to find it locked. After trying the door a couple times, yeah still locked, I looked around and noticed off to the side of the bar door a brass arrow pointing to the back of the building. I obediently followed the arrow in the direction it was pointing and arrived at another door I could clearly see was open. Tugging on the handle and not knowing what to expect, it opened to a dark room and a counter that someone in a hoodied with the hood pulled up and over their head was seated at, looking at me as I entered.

"Invitation." they said abruptly.

I handed them my invitation and I was directed to another door.

Through that other door lay what I could best describe as a well equipped dungeon with some medieval torture racks, inverted crosses large enough for a person to be lashed to, some iron maidens that were minus the interior sharpened spikes thankfully but still fucking scary nonetheless, and a women in full latex and high heels. Wow, she was gorgeous looking in her polished shining latex bodysuit, full head mask with tiny cat ears and her pony tails poking out the sides. The artificial candle light was flickering in the black latex and I was instantly hooked. What a sight. Made me wish I hadn't left my latex outfit at home.

"Hi Dennis." she said in a voice, no, it was closer to a purr, that melted me like snow in the hot sun.

"Hi there, I'm here for the party." I said.

"Step right up." she purred and with that she led me into another darkened room through a drapery of beads I hadn't seen since the sixties.

"Take a seat." she ordered. I obeyed and sat down in the only chair in the room.

"NOT THERE." she ordered. "ON THE FLOOR."

I sat on the floor as instructed and watched her sit down in the chair and look me over like a slab of meat for a few long minutes.

"Take off all of your clothes." she ordered.

I capitulated and although awkward, I stripped until I was naked and tossed my bundle of clothes over to the corner of the room.

"Lay down, on your back." she commanded.

I lay down and it was only then that I was aware of my cock building in tumescence and slowly rising to the occasion. This was not my first time in a BDSM scene but the first time as a sub.

She eyed me up and down as I lay there and her gaze was working to make my cock even harder until it was straight up, it then flopped down onto my belly fully engorged with blood with the tip of my cock poking out through the foreskin. She stood up and walked over to me in those luscious long high heeled latex clad legs. She was striking in appearance and as she walked over to me laying there, she straddled me with a leg to either side of me and looked down at me with cold blue eyes.

I could see them now that she was closer to me. I lifted my arms up over my head and let them lay above me, stretching them as far as I could like a cat would stretch while laying on a couch.

"Mmmm, that's purrrrfect." she said and quickly squatted down, barely touching my cock with the black latex of her crotch, and traced a finger across and over my chest. She was wearing silver coloured metal finger nails, or more appropriately lets call them claws, and continued to trace a pattern around my chest.

I could feel them cold on my skin and then the heat of something else that felt like it was moving across my skin. Oh fuck, it was blood. The finger nails were actually drawing blood as she traced them over my skin.

"OK, now that I have marked you and taken you as mine, we can proceed." she said.

Sorry, what? Marked me? WTF?

"Don't worry." she said after having seen the fear and quizzical look in my eyes and on my face. "It's not permanent."

With that out of the way and the blood already dried on my chest, she stood up again but still straddling me. She reached down and grabbed at what I could barely see was a zipper pull at the crotch of her latex outfit. With the candle light glistening and reflecting off of her black latex, my eyes were glued to what she was doing. She gently pulled on the zipper and slowly unzipped it from the front to the back. She then spread her legs apart and reached into her crotch to finger her pussy a little maybe? Tease me with a wet and juicy cunt?

Nope, she proceeded to pull out her rather well endowed cock and balls from within the crotch of her cat suit and they were prominently on display now for me to see. She was trans! An absolutely perfect trans girl with a gorgeous body from what I could tell through the latex cat suit. Every proportion was perfect. There was more than a well endowed package, she was thick with low slung balls and a cock ring wrapping everything up.

After last nights fun and games, I was more than a little incredulous as to why they would send me a woman to play with for bondage night, but after feasting my eyes on the cat woman, I wasn't going to complain. She was everything I wanted in a play partner, and more.

She walked over to a hidden cabinet on the wall and pushed a trigger that let a door swing open exposing a multitude of gear, some if which I had honestly never seen before. She reached in and extracted what looked like a collar with a chain attached, closed the door again and walked back over to me where I was still splayed out on the floor.

"Get up and put this collar on, nice and tight." I was told.

I had to get up off the floor to a seated position so I could properly fasten the collar around my neck. I pulled the buckle nice a tight just on the edge of making me feel like my windpipe was somewhat restricted as instructed. I dare not contradict what I was ordered. Wow, what an obedient sub I am all of a sudden.

"I have to ask you, what's your name mistress?" I asked rather quietly.

"My name is Catrina, Mistress Catrina too you slave and from here on in, DO NOT speak unless spoken to, understand?" she said as she pulled me to my feet by the chain that was attached to my new collar and led me to the wall of the room. She reached out and hit another trigger. This time a large door opened and light streamed in through the opening. We entered this other room where I saw some very interesting equipment, benches, racks of bondage gear, dildos and cocks of all shapes and sizes, strap-on harnesses with huge black dildos attached, straps, chains, leather paddles and the like.

Its been a long time since I've seen this stuff and back then, I was the one doing the leading. I was looking forward to the role play and power exchange I was about to encounter tonight.

Catrina lead me over to a bench and used a carabiner to clip my chain to it and instructed me to lay face down over the bench. Its padded surface supported my body with my limbs laying to either side of it. She then used handcuffs to clip my wrists and ankles to points on the bench such that I could not get up but I had some limited movement forward and back. This could get interesting I thought and relaxed a little so my weight settled more on my body. Even after all of this drama and moving around, I hadn't lost my erection and it was warm enough that I was comfortable and my balls were almost hanging as low as the tip of my cock. As I got comfortable, I felt a hand grasp my cock and give it a squeeze then began stroking it gently. I have to admit it felt great, not what I expected from a BDSM session. That would change soon enough I was to find out.

Catrina continued to stroke my cock and tug on my balls and I was as hard as I could get. She was doing a magnificent job keeping my attention riveted to what she was doing and I didn't notice someone else silently enter the room. They wandered over to the gear cabinet containing some of the dildos and related gear and had extracted a large strap-on harness and proceeded to put it on over their leather outfit. Now when I said large I mean the dildo on the harness was huge. The person slinging it couldn't get their fingers around it fully as they slicked it up with some lube. The person with the strap-on took Catrina's place behind me and Catrina walked around to where my head was at.

"I hope you're ready for the fun to begin slave." she said.

She pulled her cock out and her balls slid below it obediently. I was fairly sure I knew what was going to happen and licked my lips in anticipation. In short order her cock was hard and at my lips. She just stood there and teased me with it. An inch at most away and even with me straining at the handcuffs, I just couldn't reach it. She eased forward a little more and tapped my nose with the tip. Some precum had escaped her cock and now dotted my nose with a string of it leading back to her cock head. She tried this again but I opened my mouth and moved my head back and stuck out my tongue hoping to taste the precum this time.

"Not so fast slut." she said and pulled the treat back out of reach.

By now I was really straining at the bit so to speak and was paying no attention to the strap-on wielding person behind me. That was until I felt a finger push into my anus and deposit some lube in the deepest reaches of my ass cunt as they worked the finger in and out and around. They withdrew the finger and began again, this time with two fingers and more lube. Catrina just watched from afar as I was unceremoniously prepped but I snapped back to attention when a hand slapped me hard on the ass cheek.

The huge black dildo was then dropped onto my lower back with a splat and was drawn back until the tapered tip tickled my asshole. It probed and pushed against my sphincter until I pushed out and took the slight taper of the tip inside of me. I must have been too anxious as it was immediately withdrawn.

"Not so fast you little cunt." She said from behind. I still wasn't sure who was behind me with the monster strap-on due to many factors but she sounded like a real woman with a voice higher in pitch and a latex clad body similar to Catrina's.

Meanwhile, Catrina had her cock out and was teasing me with it until finally she let me sample the tip of it. Once in, I worked my tongue around the ridge of her cock head like a good cocksucker and sucked as hard as I could to get more of it down my throat. Catrina let out a moan and let me draw more of her hard cock into my mouth. I savoured it momentarily and felt the tip of the strap-on push into me again, but this time didn't stop at just the tip. This time the strap-on's full girth pushed into my asshole and past my sphincter. I have to admit this did hurt a little but I was anticipating it and tried to push out again as before. Catrina also pushed forward at the same and pushed her cock deeper into my mouth and down my throat until I gagged. My mouth instantly started producing copious amounts of saliva which coated Catrina's cock in a slick layer. She started to fuck my mouth with fervour, stopping only long enough for me to catch my breath between thrusts. At the same time the strap-on had slipped deep into my asshole and I was being pummelled from behind as well.

I cold feel a pressure build within my own cock and in my balls and knew there was an imminent orgasm due at any second. The attention my face and butt hole were getting was having the desired effect and I was about to blast a load. These hands free orgasms were always felt deeply and wracked my body with spasm after spasm in the past. This time was different. With Catrina pounding my face with her cock and strap-on girl behind me fucking my ass cunt with all her might, I just lay there and absorbed the punishment with a sense of joy and fulfillment I had never felt before. I suddenly realized I love being a bottom in the most helpless of situations being tied up, restrained and abused.

With that thought, my arousal built to a crescendo and I felt the wonderful surges of jizz spurting from my cock as both orifices were being pounded relentlessly. My cock had only made contact with the padding of the restraint horse while I was being pounded from both ends so quite accurately a hands-free orgasm.

Neither cared I was coming but continued oblivious to my intense pleasure. Wave after wave hit me and I was seeing stars. It seemed to last so much longer than ever before but ceased when Catrina finally pulled her cock from my throat and spurted her own jizz stream onto my face. Rope after rope spurted forth and strung out on my face and I was there with my open mouth to try and catch any and all of the sweet nectar Catrina cared to deposit. The strap-on finally stopped pistoning in and out of my ass cunt and slipped silently from my hole. Another slap on my well worn ass made that cheek sting again which made me jump this time.

All I could do was just lay there, spent and used like a twenty dollar whore on pay day.

Not complaining, just observing.

So far sticking around for more after the night before was the wisest choice I had made this week, I wondered what other pleasures of the flesh I could experience next if I stayed just a little longer.