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I can see my mother’s disapproving look from across the room, and I know exactly what she’s going to say before she opens her mouth. “I don’t think you need to go out drinking tonight, sweetie.” Nailed it. Sometimes I hate being right. Just like I hate that she’s so predictable. “I’m going,” I sigh, bracing myself to repeat this same conversation for at least the fourth time this weekend. “It’s my twenty-first birthday and I’ve been looking forward to this night all year. I know you’re worried, but it’ll be fine.” And just in case there’s any doubt left in her mind, I repeat the first thing I said. “I’m going.” Her expression hardens. “That bar is not an appropriate place for a young woman. Period.” She turns to my stepfather. “This is your fault. None of this would be happening if you hadn’t indulged her crazy ideas, just like you always do.” “My fault?” he grunts. “Babe, she’s an adult. She’s going to do what she wants to do. What if she hadn’t told us her plans at all? What if she’d decided to lie?” He glances in my direction and pins me with a knowing look. “At least now I can go with her and make sure she stays safe while she’s there.” I hate it when they talk about me like I’m not even in the room, but I’m letting it slide this time. If he wants to take up this argument with my mom, the last thing I’m going to do is stop him while he’s winning. I don’t even know what the big deal is. Sure, the bar I’ve been waiting to get into is a little bit of a dive. That’s what I’ve heard him call it, anyway. It’s rough around the edges, and so are the guys who hang out there. They’re tough and muscular and kinda scary but in a super sexy way. Just like my stepfather. And since I can’t have him—no matter how many nights I’ve spent fantasizing about it—I can at least console myself with one of his friends. “Well, I think it’s a bad idea,” my mom says as if there was ever any doubt. “If anything happens to her tonight, I’m holding you responsible.” She turns and shoots daggers my way. “I hope you get this out of your system. You’re going to walk into that disgusting place and realize you’ve made a big mistake. Huge mistake.” With a half-shrug like she doesn’t care, she shakes her head. “Don’t call me to come bail you out, because I won’t do it.” God, dramatic much? I understand she doesn’t want me to spend my twenty-first birthday in a dive bar. I get that, and I don’t really blame her. But I’ve technically been an adult for a few years. It’s way past the point where she needs to realize that and let me live my life. “I won’t get into any trouble,” I say, not completely certain I’m telling the truth. Isn’t getting into trouble supposed to be the fun part? “And I won’t need to call you.” I jerk my thumb toward my stepfather. “He’ll be there to help me if I need it.” “Right,” he nods, his expression softening as he looks at her again. “You can come with us if you want to, babe. It’s still an open invitation.” My mom makes a face like she just swallowed a lemon. A whole one. “That’s the last place you’ll ever find me. I’ll be right here tonight, thank you very much. I’m not even going to wait up late for you two.” Good. That’s what I want to say, but I know it’ll only lead to more fighting. Instead, I silently roll my eyes at her theatrics and walk to my bedroom. There are only a few hours left for me to pick out the perfect fuck-me dress and get ready for my big night. After I get dressed and my stepfather takes me out, I start to feel something weird. It’s my twenty-first birthday and I’m not supposed to feel this anxious. But we’re turning from one dirt road onto another, even rougher dirt road and I’m suddenly rethinking all my decisions leading up to this moment. I was too pissed off earlier to let my mom think she was going to change my mind about celebrating my special night at my stepfather’s favorite dive bar, but now I have to admit—at least within the privacy of my own thoughts—that I’m a little nervous. Very nervous, actually. “It’ll be fine, sweetheart,” my stepfather says, glancing over at me from the driver’s seat as if he’s reading my mind. “You’re going to turn a lot of heads tonight. Isn’t that what you want?” “Maybe?” I nibble at my bottom lip. We pull to a stop in front of what looks like an old, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the woods and my stomach instantly clenches. “I’m not sure anymore.” “Okay.” He shifts gears, putting the truck in reverse. “We can turn around and go home if you want. I won’t be upset with you at all if that’s what you want to do.” “Wait, wait,” I reach over to stop him, making my already-short dress hike up even higher on my thighs. “I don’t want to leave. We’ve already come all the way out here, so I at least want to go inside and take a look around.” A crooked grin spreads across his lips. “That’s my girl. Come on, I’ll buy your first drink.” How can I pass up an offer like that? We walk in together and I’m suddenly very glad I’m with my stepfather. There’s no way I would have had the guts to come here alone. There aren’t too many guys here—maybe a dozen? But every single one of them turns to look at us as we slowly make our way up to the long wooden bar. I’ve never felt so on display in my life, and even though it’s super scary to be the center of attention in a place like this, I’d be lying if I said a tiny part of me wasn’t into it. Like really, really into it. “Still doing okay, Babygirl?” he whispers, placing a possessive hand on the small of my back. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pauses, then leans in until I can feel his breath against my ear. “Unless you want it to happen.” I’m not sure what he means, but there’s no denying the electric jolt of pleasure that shoots right down to my core when he says it. Am I that obvious? I mean yes, I came here thinking it might be wild and fun to have sex with one of these guys tonight. No sense in trying to pretend otherwise. But I never actually said anything like that out loud. Definitely not in front of my stepfather. The bartender walks over before either of us can say anything else and gives my stepfather a familiar nod. “I recognize you.” Turning his attention to me, he shakes his head and looks me up and down. “But I know for sure I’ve never seen your pretty face in here before. Are you even old enough to be in here? You look a little too innocent for a place like this.” “Twenty-one today,” I smile, sliding my license across the bar. Not gonna lie, I’ve been waiting for this moment. It feels surprisingly satisfying when he hands the driver’s license back to me with a grin. Taking a step back from the register, the bartender reaches up and rings an old, cracked bell. The gong is loud enough to make me jump and more than loud enough to get everyone else’s attention—most of them haven’t stopped looking at me since we walked in. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a new one, boys,” the bartender laughs as the guys around us start cheering and catcalling. “Freshly twenty-one and here with her…” His voice trails off as he shoots us an inquisitive look. “Her mom’s husband,” my stepfather answers in the most awkward way possible. Still, the reaction from the other guys makes it sound a lot sexier than it would have otherwise. “She’s here with her Daddy!” the bartender smacks the wooden bar top. “This night just keeps getting better and better.” He nods to my stepfather. “What are you buying her? Birthday shot?” “I think we’d better start with a beer,” he answers. “It’s still a little early to get too crazy.” Again, he makes this place sound like it’s more fun and dangerous than it seems. I’m just going with it, though. The guys around us are rough as hell, for sure, but they don’t seem so bad. They’re staring but they aren’t saying anything inappropriate or trying to cop a feel or anything. I guess we’ll see if that good behavior lasts all night. The bartender offers me a beer and I take a sip, unable to stop my face from scrunching up. “Gross. But thank you. I’ll probably need another one after this.” I’m honestly not trying to get drunk tonight, but beer has such a disgusting taste that I know I’ll need two or three just to make it tolerable. My stepfather doesn’t seem to be suffering from the same problem, though. He downs half his bottle in one gulp, setting it down next to mine with a satisfied sigh. “That’s good. Nice and cold.” The bartender leans in and tosses me a wink. “You gonna take part in our birthday tradition, sweetheart?” My stepfather shakes his head before I can answer. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” “We can let her decide for herself, can’t we?” The bartender hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “What do you say, pretty girl? Wanna have some birthday fun?” “Sure,” I nod, feeling brave. What’s the worst that can happen, right? Especially with my stepfather standing right here next to me. “What do I have to do?” “You don’t have to do anything,” the bartender answers. “But it’s customary around here for the birthday girl to get up on top of the bar and give us a little dance.” “A birthday dance?” His grin grows wider. “A sexy birthday dance.” I look over at my stepfather, who is just throwing back the rest of his beer. “You won’t mind if I do that?” “I won’t try to stop you. I’m just here to make sure nothing bad happens to you. This is your birthday. You can celebrate however you want.” Not exactly a ringing endorsement, but I’ve had half a beer and I’m feeling brave. “Okay. I’ll do it.” The bartender and my stepfather help boost me up onto the top of the bar, then someone puts a song on the jukebox—the old one from a million years ago about pouring sugar or whatever—and I’m taking that as my cue to get sexy. My little black dress is already hiked up indecently high, but I pull it even higher as I roll my hips and give the guys a show. They’re starting to crowd in closer and I know I should probably be embarrassed that they can obviously see right up my skirt, but I’m not. I like the attention. I like the hungry looks on their faces and the way they’re shouting for me to show more. I feel a rough hand on the back of my thigh and turn to see the bartender’s grinning face looking up from between my legs. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. But it’d be even sexier if you take off those silky black panties.” Okay, now my cheeks are finally starting to flush. Knowing he can see up my dress well enough to describe my panties makes me question what the heck I’m doing up here. I only question it for a second, though. It’s my birthday, dammit. If I don’t do this now, I probably never will. With that in mind, I pull my skirt up around my hips and slide my panties down to my thighs. “Like this?” I ask as the crowd of guys starts whooping and cheering for more. “Is this sexy enough?” I reach between my legs for good measure, letting my fingertips graze across my most sensitive spot. It feels so good that I almost forget where I am until I feel that calloused hand snaking up the back of my leg again. “Now that is one pretty pussy,” the bartender says, letting out a low whistle as he looks up at me. “I knew it would be, though. We don’t get many girls as good-looking as you around here. This is a real treat for all of us.” He winks at me. “And if you want to sit down here on top of this bar, I’ll give you a real good treat, too.” The guys are all crowding in closer and my stepfather is saying something in the background, but I’m too focused on my own pleasure to pay much attention. If the bartender wants to give me a birthday treat, I’m sure as hell not going to stop him. Within a few seconds, the bartender has me lying flat on my back on top of the bar. My panties are gone and I can see the rest of the guys closing in around me. My stepfather is right in front, just inches from my half-naked body. “What do you think?” the bartender asks him with a chuckle. “Pretty little pussy, isn’t it?” My stepfather nods and licks his lips, watching every move the bartender makes. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says so quietly I can hardly hear. “Bet it’s tight, too.” Lord, I never knew it could be so hot to hear my stepfather talking about my body like this. Especially knowing all these other guys are watching and listening. I’m pretty sure some of them are even reaching into their pants and jerking themselves off, but I don’t have much time to think about it before warm wetness clamps down between my legs and makes my brain stutter. The jolt of pleasure is so sudden and unexpected that my senses completely shut down for a second like someone has turned off all the lights in a big auditorium before flipping the switch to turn them back on. Little by little, the sensory overload fades and my body flickers back to life. “Oh my God,” I moan, my arms and legs flailing instinctively as I realize what that warmth is down there. The bartender’s mouth is on me and he’s teasing me with his tongue, lapping up and down my pussy before letting the tiniest bit dip inside. And when his rough stubble brushes against my thighs, the combined sensations set off fireworks behind my eyes. “Yes, more, please,” I jerk my hips in time with the shallow thrusts of his tongue, begging him to give me more of this amazing feeling. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a horny one tonight,” one of the guys near me says. “Little bitch is in heat, isn’t she?” another laughs. I moan again, ashamed that I’m acting like this in public. I can’t help myself, though. My whole world has narrowed until I can’t even think about anything other than the bartender’s magical tongue and how I’d give everything I own to get more of it. “Please,” I gasp, reaching for his head so I can bury it between my legs again. “Please, please, please.” “Someone shut this girl up,” one of the guys calls out. “Give her a cock to suck.” The bartender grins and looks up at my stepfather. “Sounds like a job for you.” The bartender's tongue enters me again, and I'm not even trying to think about what's right or wrong anymore. I reach for my stepfather, blindly fumbling for his cock. I can hardly see him from where I'm lying on top of the bar, but he guides my hand until I’m finally palming his big cock over the front of his jeans. He’s already rock hard and I can hear him curse under his breath once I start stroking him through the denim. “Fuck, Babygirl,” he exhales, leaning in to kiss me and making me feel even higher on hormones or endorphins or whatever is firing all at once in my body right now. “Feels so good when you do that.” The mouthy guy from before calls out again, “Don’t just let her give you a damn hand job. Put it in her fucking mouth. Make the little bitch suck it.” “Suck it,” the other guys start to chant. “Suck it, suck it, suck it.” I feel like I'm floating like this is all just some kind of dream. A crazy, wild, erotic dream that is so much sexier than anything I've ever experienced before. My stepfather's eyes lock onto mine. “Is that okay with you, Babygirl? Do you wanna suck on daddy's cock?” I nod, barely able to hear him speaking over the constant thrumming of my own heart beating wildly in my ears. “I want it, Daddy. I need it. Please.” I only have to tell him once. Working together, he and the bartender reposition me so my head is hanging down off one side of the bar while my legs are dangling off the other side. The whole world is suddenly upside down and my face is lined up almost perfectly with daddy's cock. He makes quick work of his belt and zipper, finally freeing the thick length that I've been groping and massaging for the past few minutes. “You’re such a good girl,” he says as I open my mouth wide. “Wrap those lips around it, sweetheart.” The first few inches slide in just as the bartender replaces his warm tongue with a thick, wet finger that’s teasing my pussy and making me squirm in anticipation. I can’t say anything with Daddy’s cock lodged in my throat, but I can still raise my hips and let him know what I want. “Look at her,” the bartender laughs. “She’s done this sort of thing before. Little cocksucker can’t get enough of this attention.” He’s right. I love the attention. I just never knew how badly I needed it before tonight. And now that I’m getting it–from him and my stepfather and all the other guys in this run-down bar–I’m not ready for it to end. Not even close. I close my eyes for a moment, letting all the voices around me fade away while I just focus on sucking Daddy's cock. It's so big that it hits the back of my throat after just a few inches and I can barely breathe as he slides it in and out, but I don't care. The salty, musky, manly taste is driving me out of my mind and turning me on so much that I hardly notice when the bartender adds a second finger to my needy, greedy pussy. “She’s sucking it like a champ,” the bartender’s voice drifts up to me as I try to relax my throat muscles for Daddy. “I think she’s ready to be fucked. What do you say, boys? Are we ready to see this little pussy stretched around my big dick?” The other guys in the bar start to cheer, and I swear I can feel Daddy’s cock swell a little thicker in my mouth as well. Lord, he’s loving this as much as I am. But is he going to love watching someone else fuck me? I don’t have to wait long for my answer. “Wait,” Daddy says, letting his cock slip from my mouth and giving me the opportunity to raise my head and look around for the first time in a few minutes. “Nobody fucks her yet.” He pauses a moment and I’m worried by the angry, disappointed looks on the faces around us that we might be on the verge of a riot. “She’s my girl. I brought her here and I’m going to give her a good birthday fucking. What happens after that is up to her.” There’s a moment of complete silence before the bar erupts into good-natured, vulgar cheers again. The bartender takes a step back with a crooked grin on his face. “I don’t normally let the customers call the shots around here, but I have a feeling this little piece of ass will be worth the wait.” He motions for my stepfather to join him behind the bar. “What are you waiting for, then? Come on back here and fuck your girl. That’s what we all want to see, isn’t it?” “Fuck yeah!” “Get that dick inside her!” “Make her scream!” It’s an obscene chorus of rowdy, half-drunk men who probably haven’t seen a woman without her clothes on in way too long. I should probably be terrified, but I’m not. Daddy is here to protect me, and I’m pretty sure I can even count on the bartender to be selfish enough not to let too many guys have their way, at least not until after he’s had his turn. I watch in a lust-fueled daze as Daddy walks behind the bar. Someone else hurries over with a barstool, giving him a place to sit down right in front of me. “Come to Daddy, Babygirl.” He crooks his finger and grins. “Need to give you a birthday spanking before I fuck you.” My breath catches in my throat as I scoot across the bar and hop down onto the floor in front of him. My legs are wobbly and my heart is beating so loudly I can hear it in my ears, constantly thrumming over the chaos that’s happening all around me. I’m not sure if Daddy is serious about the spanking thing or not, but I guess I’m about to find out. “We need to get this dress off you,” he says, looking me up and down. “Your mother will be pissed if we get a bunch of stains on it.” I shrug out of my dress and toss it aside where I’m pretty sure I can hear it being ripped up by the other guys who are starting to crowd in behind the bar with us. Are they going to take scraps of my clothes home as souvenirs? I’m not sure how that makes me feel, but I don’t have much time to worry before Daddy’s hands are on me again. “This smooth, tight little body,” he murmurs, running one hand down my back while the other skims over my breasts, my stomach, and finally down to my eager, needy pussy. “Jesus, I wish you could know how good this feels, Babygirl. You’re making Daddy very happy on your birthday.” His fingertip dips inside me, teasing more than actually fingering me, but it’s still enough to make my knees buckle. “Daddy,” I gasp, falling against him but still doing my best to grind against his hand at the same time. “Oh God, oh God.” “That’s it, Babygirl,” he whispers into my ear as he holds me tight against him. “Tell Daddy how it feels.” Before I can say anything else, his hand comes down on my backside with a smack that seems impossibly loud in the already-noisy bar. The stinging sensation comes a half-second later, and it’s more than enough to make me cry out as my whole body stiffens in shock. “Ow! Oh! Oh my—Daddy!” Another smack scrambles my brain and makes my arms start to flail as that sharp, red-hot pain blooms across my entire ass. More follow, one after another, until I can’t think, can’t speak, can hardly even breathe anymore. All I can do is cling to Daddy’s broad chest and sob while he alternates back and forth between my ass cheeks in a fast, painful rhythm that I can feel rumbling through me to the depths of my soul. And then, just as suddenly as it started, it’s over. My ass feels like someone has poured molten lava over it like it’s on fire from the outside and from within. But there’s also another sensation bubbling up along with the pain. That molten heat is turning to pleasure and somehow heightening all my other senses, making every new touch from Daddy’s strong, calloused hands feel like the most amazing caress. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he grins, cradling me against him as he relaxes on the barstool. “How does it feel now, sweetheart? Do you understand why Daddy had to spank you? Why he had to make it hurt?” “It feels so good, Daddy,” I whimper, climbing into his lap and practically begging for more. It’s as if all my nerve endings have been cranked up to eleven, and I don’t want it to end. “I want to keep being a good girl for you.” I reach down to stroke him through the open fly of his pants, just in case he has any doubts about what I mean. “I want to make you feel good, too, Daddy.” “Babygirl, you’ve already made me feel better than I can say. But don’t worry. We’re not finished yet.” The bartender steps up next to me, reminding me that we still have a loud, rowdy audience. “Not even close to being finished, pretty girl. You need to spread those legs and ride your Daddy for us, sweetie. That’s what we all want to see.” He reaches over and gives my nipple a little tweak, making me gasp and jump even as Daddy is lining up his cock beneath me. “Yes,” is all I can manage to say as a fresh jolt of pleasure zips through my body. “Get ready, boys,” the bartender calls out, making the crowd surge even closer as they all strain to get a better look. “This cute little girlie is about to get a birthday fuck she won’t ever forget.” The noise of their cheers as Daddy enters me drowns out all the whimpers and moans that are spilling from my lips. I’ve had my hand on his cock for half the night already, so I knew my mom’s husband had a big one before he got anywhere near my pussy. But feeling him inside me? Stretching me and filling me so completely with his hot, thick length? It’s an entirely different sensation and he’s actually so much bigger than I ever could have realized. “Fuck yeah,” Daddy groans once he’s all the way in and I can feel the wiry hairs of his pubes brushing against my still-sore bottom. “So fucking tight. Your little pussy is squeezing me, Babygirl. You like the way this big cock feels inside you?” “Love it, Daddy,” I pant, meaning it. Each of my words is punctuated by a thrust up into me, sending my voice into a higher octave as he reaches places inside my body that I never even knew existed before. And when his hand moves down to rub against my clit while he’s fucking me? I swear I’ve never had fireworks go off behind my eyes like this before. I’m bouncing up and down on Daddy’s dick and I don’t think I’ll ever feel better or sexier than I feel right now, right this minute. The bartender’s voice cuts through the fireworks again. “Such a pretty little ass, too. Still so red from that spanking your Daddy gave you earlier.” His voice is behind me now, and close enough that I can feel his breath against my ear as he leans in. “Bet it burns when I touch it, doesn’t it?” He grabs two handfuls of my ass with his rough hands, making me squeal in pain and pleasure while Daddy is still hammering away at my pussy. “It does,” I gasp as tears spring to my eyes again. “It does b-burn, sir. Please…” I’m not sure whether I want him to stop or keep going, but I know without a doubt that I can’t handle much more if I’m going to hold back the orgasm that’s been building up inside me this entire time. “Don’t worry,” the bartender laughs, giving my ass one more squeeze before spreading my cheeks apart. “I know just the thing to make you feel better.” I don’t know what he’s talking about and I can’t turn my head far enough to see what he’s doing directly behind me, but I can still feel him playing with my butt, kneading and groping and spreading me so wide that I know for sure he’s exposing my most private parts to the entire bar. And then I feel it. The blunt, warm tip of something pressing insistently against my tight pucker each time I slam down on Daddy’s cock. My brain needs another second or two to catch up, but once I figure it out, I nearly howl in panic as I scramble to get up off Daddy’s lap. “Wait, wait, wait,” I call out, terrified of what’s about to happen. “I don’t know if I can—” “Yes, you can,” Daddy insists, silencing me with a kiss. “But you don’t have to. This is your birthday and nobody is going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He gives the bartender a pointed look over my shoulder, then adds, “But it would be so fucking hot, Babygirl. Just imagine how good it’ll feel to have two big cocks inside you at the same time, hm? Imagine coming all over Daddy’s cock while some stranger fucks you in the ass. Go ahead—close your eyes and imagine it.” I do as he says, closing my eyes and trying to wrap my brain around the possibility of being fucked by two guys at once. Daddy’s cock is still throbbing inside my pussy, reminding me of how good I was feeling just a few seconds ago. Is it really possible to feel even better? This time when I feel the head of the bartender’s cock pressing against me, I don’t try to stop him. I don’t try to squirm away. I’m still not sure I can handle this much dick at once, but I’m going to find out. “Are you ready, Babygirl?” Daddy asks, his hands firmly gripping my hips, sliding me up the shaft of his cock while the bartender presses a little more forcefully against my backside. “Is this what you want?” I nod, but both men still hold me in place without moving a muscle. “Gonna have to hear you say it out loud,” the bartender prompts me. “Holler it out so all my boys can hear. What do you want us to do, pretty girl?” “Fuck me.” “Can’t hear you…” “Fuck me,” I call out louder, my cheeks flushing with the same sort of heat I can still feel across my ass. “Where do you want us to fuck you, princess?” “In my ass.” I suck in a deep breath and shout as loud as I can. “Fuck me in my pussy and my… my ass! Please just fuck me now.” The words have barely left my mouth when I feel the bartender push past that tight ring of muscle and fully enter me from behind. I wince, expecting it to hurt. No, not just hurt. I’m expecting it to feel like I’m being split open and ripped apart. Except it doesn’t. Maybe all the stories I’ve heard have been wrong. Maybe I’ve lost all feeling in my butt after that insane birthday spanking Daddy just gave me. Or maybe it actually feels so good to be stuffed this full of cock that my body can’t focus on anything but the pleasure. Because oh my God, this is like my birthday and Christmas and every good feeling I’ve felt before multiplied times a hundred. A thousand. A hundred thousand. “Fuck, oh fuck,” Daddy growls, taking the words right out of my mouth. “I can feel—shit, I can feel him fucking you from the inside, Babygirl. Do you like it? Is this enough dick for you? Or do you want us to fuck you harder?” My mouth is hanging open and I’ve given up on trying to close it. Every time I do, Daddy or the bartender will pull out or push back in and make my brain stutter all over again. “I-I need…” I begin, barely able to string more than a word or two together at a time. I know I should say I’ve had enough. I should say I’m good and this feels amazing but I need a break. Instead, the words that come out of my mouth are, “Harder. Harder, Daddy. Please.” He drives his cock into me and holds it there until the bartender does the same, taking my breath away and making it feel like they’re rearranging my insides, but in the best possible way. Daddy holds me in place while they take turns and build up a steady, relentless rhythm that leaves me constantly stuffed and stretched and so, so full. In and out, in and out, over and over and over again until time seems to stand still and any hint of leftover pain has completely given way to pure pleasure. “Jesus, fucking fuck,” the bartender nips at the back of my neck. “There’s no way I can hold off for much longer. This just feels too fucking good.” It feels good to me, too. But the thought of how it’s going to feel when both of these guys come inside me is even better. “Give it to her,” Daddy grinds out through gritted teeth. “Fill her ass up. I’m about to make her come all over my dick.” “Come for me, Daddy,” I moan, even though he clearly doesn’t need any encouragement. “I’m ready for my birthday present.” My body spasms suddenly as my orgasm rips through my body with no preamble. One moment I’m building up, the next, I’m exploding, and the wicked pleasure completely consumes me as every inch of me tingles and warms. I cry out, louder than any man in the room, filling the dingy bar with the sounds of a girl getting everything she ever wanted. He grips me tighter, his fingers digging into my hips and making me whimper as he finally starts to fill me with his thick cream. “Yeah, I’m coming,” he growls. “Coming in your tight little pussy.” His cock thumps between my folds, pumping semen into my pussy with powerful violence. It floods me up to my core, and the warmth of his seed nearly makes my eyes roll all the way back in my head. Behind me, the bartender roars and pumps my ass full of his hot, sticky load. “Fuck, pretty girl.” He slumps against my back, giving me a kiss on the side of my neck as his cock pulses inside me. “Your ass is still gripping me. Trying to milk every damn drop.” My ass stretches with every pump, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine, expanding me open so wide that I feel like I’m going to fall to pieces. I’m pinned between them, still skewered on both cocks at once. I can’t move. Can’t speak. Can’t even think about anything other than how good I feel right this second. And how much I want to come back tomorrow night. I’m only going to be twenty-one once, right? I might need to celebrate all week long. Yeah, I think I need a birthday week.
THE END
