As I regained my focus from being gang-banged, while I laid out on a bunch of bar stools for, I had no idea how long, I realized that Emily had her pants down around her ankles, was bent over a bar stool, and Howard was behind her, fucking her.
I looked over at her and said, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing acting like a common whore?”
Which was funny as Hell, considering what I had been doing all night, which is why I said it. I was trying to be funny!
Between grunts and gasps from Howard pounding her from behind, she managed to say, “Howard and I got so fucking horny watching you get gang-banged, that I thought I would give him some free pussy for being such a great host tonight.”
The eight guys who had all just done me, were standing around, finishing a beer, or just watching Howard fucking Emily. Emily began to scream her way through an orgasm as Howard stood there pressed hard into her. I waited for her to relax and for Howard to start his rhythmic fucking of her again, then I hopped off the cum soaked bar stool I was sitting on and waved at the guys who had gang-banged me, to come to the door. I opened it up and ushered them all out of the bar. I stood there holding the door open for them to go out with my skirt all wrinkled, it had fallen down some when I stood up but I hadn’t smoothed it out yet, my blouse was still all the way open, my tits on open display, and I was covered in fresh cum that was drying all over me. My pussy was constantly oozing fluids down the insides of my thighs and I’m sure I was dripping some here and there as I moved about, that’s how I got that glob on my shoe, no doubt.
A few of the guys gave me a slap on the ass, or tweaked a tit as they went out the door. About the time I closed and locked the door back up, Howard shoved hard into Emily and gave her his load of cum up her snatch. When he was done and pulled out, Emily didn’t bother to clean up, she just pulled her silk pants up and as soon as she did, I saw a wet spot show up in her crotch as her’s and Howard’s orgasmic fluids leaked out of her pussy into her pants.
I buttoned my blouse back up and pulled my skirt down trying to smooth it out as much as I could. Then I mounted my bar stool again and finished my last margarita. Howard had done up his pants, and gone back around behind the bar to start cleaning up.
He said to me, “Brandie, any time you want to come back down here and pull another train like that on a week night, you’re welcome to. This is the best Thursday night’s receipts I’ve ever had!”
“Yeah, well, you better get all this cum cleaned up off these bar stools, the floor, and in the bathroom, then spray some serious air freshener in here, before your jealous girlfriend comes in here to do your books. If she gets a whiff of what went on here tonight, she’ll cut your balls off,” I replied!
His mention of money brought my attention to the pile of cash laying on the bar in front of Emily.
I asked her how much was there and she said, “I don’t know. I haven’t counted it, and I wasn’t keeping track. You want me to count it?”