 |
By *im Gumby OP Man 9 weeks ago
London & Europe |
This is a tale from a while ago. It might not be considered PC by today's standards, and so I apologise to any that get a little offended. If you like it, please let me know, it is great encouragement. I especially like feedback from ladies, as Ik know that you are in the minority on here.
A long time ago, I was on the summer break from Uni. I was a poor student, and happy to take any casual work that came my way. So it turned out that I got a job as a barman at a rugby club in a West Country town. It was a busy place, there were a few of us on the bar, all taking shifts etc.
The club had various events, and one of them was the welcome party for new club members, whether rugby players or just social members. The club had male and female rugby teams, and most events were open to all. However, the female welcome party was girls only as the guys could be rowdy, or that was how it was explained to me. We have some female bar staff, so it never caused any issues.
One Thursday, I got a text from Maggie, the ladies' captain. 'Big issue, short on bar staff, everyone on holiday, are you available tonight?'
'Yes, but it is a ladies welcome party, so I cannot be there'
'I know, but we can work something out. I don't want to cancel it, we need two on bar'
So, I met Maggie at 6pm that evening, said Hi to Janey (the other bar girl on duty) and Maggie explained that there was only one part of the event that was complicated, and I could just go and count the stock in the stock room for a few minutes. Easy, so no problem.
It was the typical rowdy night, except I was serving more wine and practicing my limited cocktail making skills. The ladies were fun, laughing and chatting, and I was enjoying the odd sneaky beer as the evening progressed.
Come 10, and Maggie came over and suggested I should go and count stock. I wandered into the room, and shut the door. I could hear the music stop, and Maggie's voice take over. It was muffled, but still audible. I was curious, and then remembered that we had stacked beer crates in front on the old window that gave a sort of one-way view into the bar area.
So, I was shocked but excited to watch as the 4 new members were stripped to underwear, and measured by tape measure. Arms, legs, waist, head, etc. There was a lot of laughing, joking, and good natured banter.
Maggie then hauled out the old scales that we used to weigh the beer barrels. They were ancient, and never worked properly, but I heard Marrie telling the new girls that an accurate weight was needed, so off with the underwear.
Now at this point, I should explain that Maggie was well known for preferring the ladies, and some of her best mates in the club were also that way inclined. I had no issue with it at all, but it was clear that the new member meeting was an initiation, and Maggie and friends were really into it.
They weighed the naked girls, and I was loving the limited amount that I could see. I was unzipped and doing what any guy would do in the circumstances.
Next, Maggie told them that they all needed attention, produced a pair of electric hair clippers and said that there was no place for hairy girls in the showers. Helped by her mates, each girl received a quick but effective shave, leaving their pussy with the barest covering of fluff. The new girls looked a bit shocked, but all went along with it.
Maggie then said that the girls should lean on the bar, spread their legs and enjoy the endurance test. I could not believe this. Maggie had a massive vibrator, which she showed to the girls, before working her way down the line, stimulating them and testing their ability to resist. I could hear how loud the buzzing teaser was, and the girls soon started to squirm and moan. I am sure that 2 had orgasms, and Maggie seemed happy with the results.
I was so engrossed in the show that I failed to see Janey move to the stock room door until it was too late. As she walked in, gasped, watching me try to stuff my hard cock back in my pants and slammed the door on her way out, I was rooted to the spot in shock. The door opened again, Maggie walked in and grasped the situation immediately.
'Oh well, what have we here, naughty boy. The girls need to know about this.' Passing a piece of binding tape around my neck, she walked me out.
'Ladies, it seems that our bar man has been enjoying the show. He has been watching and, to his shame, wanking off. I think that we should not let this stand, and he needs some form of punishment'
There followed a lot of shouts and laughter, which resulted in me being stripped and tied to the rail around the bar. Legs wide apart, my leather belt being handed to the new girls, and my ass being whipped as each girls took a turn. I was feeling the sting of the belt, but was more worried that my interrupted erection was reappearing. That, of course, was noticed.
Maggie laughed, reached between my legs and slapped my cock. 'Oh dear, naughty boy has not finished. Lisa will you do the honours?'
Lisa was a huge girl, strong, muscly and a farm worker with calloused hands. She sat beside me, looked me in the eyes and just smiled.
She flicked my uncut cock a few times and announced 'won't take long, his milk is ready'. With a tight squeeze, she grabbed my foreskin, and just wrenched it back to expose my cock tip. Spitting on her hand, she started to wank it, but really slowly, so I felt those hard and calloused hands scratching up and down the shaft. The pain over the tip was considerable, and for a while I felt I would never stand it.
Then, as the pain numbed, a familiar warmth started, and the girls noticed. To cries of 'wank him, wank him' Lisa started to build up speed. Janey had handed Maggie my half d*unk beer, and with the laughter of the girls in my ears, I exploded my load into the beer glass. To a round of applause, and some encouragement from Maggies, I drank the beer.
I remained naked for the rest of the party, and it was humiliating but not enough to make me regret serving on the bar that night. |
