Paying off the tab

Jenelle really hadn’t meant for the night to take such a bad turn. She had wanted all of her friends to have a good time, so she kept adding drink after drink onto her tab. Everyone kept asking for more shots and more cocktails, so she just kept ordering them. She realized she was racking up a huge tab, so she didn’t even get to enjoy any drinks herself, just to save a few bucks. Even with that little savings, the tab ended up being over $300! As she scanned the receipt, she realized that a bunch of her friends had ended up ordering food without her knowledge.

“The card is declined,” said the bartender, staring blankly at Jenelle. It was two in the morning, and the bar was closing. He looked unamused. “Do you have another card?”
“That’s impossible,” said Jenelle, feeling nervous now. “I should have just got paid at midnight. Can you try again?”
“Look, lady, I don’t know what to tell you,” said the bartender. “The card didn’t work.”

Jenelle ran her hands through her thick black hair, trying to look as cute as possible for the bartender. She leaned over the bar, pressing her breasts together so that her cleavage was clearly visible over her tank top. 

The bartender rolled his eyes. “There might be another way for you to pay off the tab.”

“What?” asked Jenelle. “Let me guess—you want me to wash dishes?”

The bartender laughed and shook his head. He had walked around the front of the bar and was closing the door to the place, locking it tight. “No. Follow me.”

Jenelle nervously followed the tattoo-covered guy to a back room at the bar, where she was met with what looked like a smaller, secret bar. 

“What is this place?” she asked, looking around at the dim, dark room. There were people smoking and drinking. Most of them were men who looked rough and a little scary.

“This, my dear, is where you’ll end up paying off your tab.”

The bartender ushered Jenelle into a small room that had a makeshift door created from plywood. Jenelle didn’t understand what was happening at first, but the bartender was gone before she could ask him. Then she heard him call out, “she’s ready, boys!”

It was when the first cock appeared through the hole in the wall that Jenelle realized she was meant to suck it. Her cheeks burned with humiliation. There was no way that she was going to participate in a glory hole just because she had racked up a big bar tab. Surely there was another way!

The cock jerked, and she could tell the owner of the cock was getting impatient. It wagged in her face, and Jenelle tentatively dropped to her knees and slowly stuck out her tongue. She barely touched the tip of it. She felt disgusted and embarrassed. How could her so-called friends have let this happen? How could she have let this happen?

“I might as well just do it,” grumbled Jenelle.

She closed her eyes, let her mind drift elsewhere, and began to suck the man’s cock. It was a short, fat cock. It wasn’t impressive by any means. Jenelle bobbed her head slowly up and down it, and luckily, the guy didn’t last very long.

The cum started to shoot into her mouth, and the salty liquid made Jenelle gag. She pulled her head away, turned her head to the side, and spat the cum out onto the floor.

“Aw, COME ON!” yelled the guy on the other side of the wall.

Jenelle’s eyes widened. He really did sound angry. She was shaken up. The guys in this back room had looked intimidating. She didn’t want to make them mad. In an effort to smooth things over, Jenelle cleaned the head of the guy’s cock, licking up the remaining few drops of salty liquid. At least that one was over.

His cock was quickly replaced, however, by a longer, bigger cock. Jenelle got straight to work. 

“How many are there?” she thought to herself. 

She tried not to think about it. The best she could do was give every cock her best efforts so the men would cum faster and she could be done sooner. She snaked her tongue around this new cock and slid her head up and down it with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. She let his cock get covered in her spit, making the blowjob nice and sloppy, but still, the guy didn’t cum.

It felt like ten more minutes went by before he began to fill her mouth with jizz. Jenelle was relieved, but her jaw was so sore and achy now. She crossed her fingers and hoped there were only a few more left.

After she had swallowed that load of cum, a big black cock replaced it. Jenelle closed her eyes and went to town. She sucked and sucked, ignoring the pain that had formed in her mouth. Her lips were stretched out around the man’s thick girth as best as they could. The techniques that the last guy had seemed to enjoy didn’t impress this man as much. He was beginning to get soft inside her mouth.

Jenelle began to panic, and her eyes welled with tears. She didn’t want to have to get this man hard all over again and start from scratch. She began to suck like her life depended on it, but still, he didn’t seem to be responding to her mouth. 

“Fine,” Jenelle groaned, turning around and pulling up her skirt. 

She shoved her asshole up against the glory hole and immediately felt the man’s cock prod at her. He slowly worked his way inside of her, stretching her out to capacity. It felt like her butt was being ripped in two, but the pleasure outweighed any amount of pain. Jenelle found herself actually enjoying being anally used in the glory hole. 

“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly, rocking her body back and forth. 

As she fucked the cock, she reached underneath her and began to play with her clit. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the moment. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. . .

When she came, she came loud and hard. Her high-pitched whimpers and moans filled the small room she was stuck in. The man must have heard and felt her, because seconds later, he was pumping her ass full of cum. He had a lot of it for her, and Jenelle was happy to receive every last drop.

After that, Jenelle didn’t even bother with the oral sex. The only time she put her mouth on a cock was if the man appeared through the hole only half-hard. She’d quickly get him hard between her lips and then spin around so she could get her asshole reamed by him. She lost track of how many men she let fuck her ass that night. She was sure that some of the cocks had been around twice, but she didn’t care. 

“Yes, baby!” she shrieked, when a particularly large cock started to press its way inside of her nicely used asshole. “Fill me up!”

Jenelle had found a steady rhythm as she fucked each cock, rocking back against it, her ass cheeks pressing up against the wall. This last cock was the biggest yet, and she couldn’t believe her ass was actually accepting its huge size!

Finally, Jenelle took her last load of the night. Her asshole was absolutely dripping with cum, and as the last cock pulled out of her, leaving Jenelle gaping and empty, she could feel the jizz spilling out onto the floor. Jenelle collapsed beside the puddle, completely spent.

She had just begun to doze off, completely exhausted, when the door opened. There was the tattooed bartender once again, a cigarette dangling between his lips.

“There’s our guest of honor,” he said, reaching his hand down for her. “You’ve got one last cock to please, and then you’re free to go. The tab is all taken care of.”

Jenelle let the man help her up to standing, and she was just about to ask where the last cock was when the bartender spun her around. She leaned against the wall and let the man lift up her skirt. 

“Goddamn,” he grunted, spanking her ass. 

He unceremoniously slid his cock inside her dripping butthole, where so many loads of cum had already been deposited. Jenelle was so weak that she was grateful he was doing all the work. 

“You ready for that final load of cum, you little slut?” 

Jenelle had a sleepy grin on her face. “Yes, please!”

The man slammed into her asshole one last time and gave her the final load of the evening. Once he pulled out, Jenelle barely had time to gather herself before he left the room.

“You better hurry up if you don’t want locked in here for the night!” called the bartender.

Jenelle followed him out of the back door of the bar and into the cool night air. She had no idea what time it was. She slipped off her heels and began the slow walk home.