Sex at the Bar
Story by Pixie Isobella
*I was too exposed standing at the bar, with my boobs out and my butt bare for anyone to see… Behind me, I could feel the orc’s eyes on the back of my body. I knew he was wishing he was over here, so he could push his cock straight me. Hell, I wanted him here, so that he could fuck me hard against the counter…*
‘Sex at the Bar’ is an erotic story with bondage and submissive sex with strangers. If you like this story, please check out my other stories on my creator site at [pixieisobella.com](https://pixieisobella.com).
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It was a lovely night at my favourite jazz bar in the city. I sat sipping my chocolate cocktail, savouring every mouthful. I was glad I had come out tonight to listen to some jazz. I had a booth down the back all to myself and could sit and listen to the music, watching everybody around me enjoying themselves.
It wasn’t long before I saw an orc enter the bar, wearing the clothes of a traveller. He looked like he had just arrived on an airship through the portal, wearing long leather boots and a leather duster. He stood momentarily blinded by the darkness in the bar, before heading up to the bar to get himself a drink.
I was watching him so hard, assuming I was invisible in the darkness, that it almost took me by surprise when he approached my booth, carrying his drink and a large leather hold-all.
‘Mind if I sit here?’ he asked. ‘Everywhere’s pretty full.’
‘Of course not,’ I said quickly, looking up and smiling. He smiled back. I hadn’t had much to do with orcs but he looked nice – large golden earrings hung from his huge green ears and he towered over everyone in the bar.
I decided I felt like talking. ‘What’s in your bag?’ I asked.
He grinned. ‘Rope. Lots and lots of rope. I was meant to meet someone here for some shibari but she’s bailed on me. I came through the portal from Pharos and I thought I’d have a couple of drinks and listen to the music at least before heading home.’
‘I haven’t been to Pharos yet,’ I said wistfully. I’d been wanting to go ever since the gateway opened up, allowing travel between the human world, and the elven and orcish realms.
We started talking between the jazz songs and sitting quietly and listening while the jazz played. His name was Shandar and he said he’d been through the portal several times now. I realised I was intensely attracted to him – his soft voice, his wry humour, the fact that he listened to me, as well as the insightful way he talked about the differences between Pharos and my city, and how the portal was changing both our societies.
We talked a lot about play as well, discovering that kink seemed fairly similar on both sides of the gateway. I found myself obsessing about his soft smile and his agile attractive hands. Towards the end of the intermission, I decided I was going to seduce him.
‘I like rope,’ I said softly.
His eyes gleamed at that, and he looked at me again, questioningly. ‘What do you like being done with rope?’
‘Well,’ I said slowly, realising how much I had been missing rope. ‘I like the feel of it on my skin, and I like being restrained, and I like how it’s a bit scratchy but it still cuddles me. I like the safe feeling of being immobilised. Um….’ I trailed off, noticing how intensely attracted to him I was.
‘Um…?’ he prompted. ‘What else?’
I blushed. ‘Yeah, I like other things as well. Anyway… We could do some rope. If you wanted… There’s a lovely, secret little garden near here, you might like it. It’s one of the transformations that have happened since contact.’
‘That would be fun. I think I know the garden you mean,’ he agreed. ‘Why don’t we do a little bit in the bar, here, then if we feel like it, we can go outside when the music is over.’
Looking around the bar at all the people, I wasn’t sure what we could do inside, but decided I was game. I smiled at him. ‘OK. Yes please, let’s do that.’
He handed me a small, oddly tied ball of yarn. It seemed to sparkle in my hands and glimmer a rainbow of colours. ‘This isn’t quite rope,’ he murmured, ‘but let’s see if you like it.’
As I watched, the yarn started to unwind and grow, climbing out of my hands and up my arms. I felt it settle around my throat and gasped. It wasn’t tight, just hugging, making me feel constrained. I felt the yarn unravelling down my body in thick strands, sliding under my armpits, encircling my breasts and heading further down.
‘Put your hands by your sides,’ Shandar said softly. I did as he said, and felt the soft, thick yarn reach out to tighten my wrists against my thighs, my elbows against my ribs.
‘Good,’ he said. ‘Now I have a toy I can play with, for the rest of the acts.’
I watched him with a fine mix of wariness and excitement, but he didn’t do anything at first. Then I felt his finger gently starting to stroke my cheek, exploring my cheekbone and my mouth, sliding down my throat, tugging teasingly on the collar of yarn that encircled my neck. He kept exploring my body, touching skin where he could or through clothes, finding the places that made me gasp and whimper under my breath.
He took hold of one of my nipples through my clothing and grinned wickedly at me. ‘Spread your legs.’
I looked at him for a long moment, before looking down, embarrassed. I opened my knees apart, feeling vulnerable despite my clothes. I felt the yarn moving again extend down my legs, gripping around my knees, and I realised I wouldn’t be able to close my legs again without permission.
‘Good,’ he murmured warmly. He turned back to look at the stage and his wandering hand slid between my legs. I jumped and blushed to feel him touching me there, part of me desperately wanting to shut my legs. The restraints kept my knees wide apart though and his fingers unerringly slid underneath my panties, starting to stroke my clitoris.
My pussy was so wet and needy! I wiggled in the restraints, feeling myself growing hornier and hornier with his fingers on my pussy. Somehow it turned me on even more that Shandar was ignoring me and simply watching the musicians play.
After an age, he turned back towards me and I hoped he was ready to leave the bar or that he would slide his fingers inside me, right here in dark. But he removed his fingers and I sighed, looking at him sadly.
‘I’m going to release you,’ he said, ‘just enough to walk and move your arms. You’re going to go up to the bar and get me a whiskey.’ He was playing teasingly with my breasts as he said this, seeming to enjoy their soft roundness. ‘But first, let’s give the people behind the bar something to enjoy.’
Smiling at me wickedly, he undid the buttons on my shirt down just past my bra, then pulled the edges wide open, half revealing my bra and breasts, just showing my nipples. ‘Good,’ he said, when he had fixed my shirt open. ‘Now stand.’
I stood, sliding out of the booth, and he leaned over and hoisted my tube skirt higher, so that it barely covered my butt. I felt like a slut.
‘When you’re up there,’ he said, pointing at the bar, ‘I want your breasts sitting directly on the countertop. That’s for the bar staff to enjoy. But because I can’t see your breasts – and pleasing me is your primary aim – keep your legs wide apart and push your butt out.’
As I turned to leave, he gave me a note to give to the lead bartender.
I felt super exposed and ridiculously slutty walking past the well-dressed people in the bar. Reaching the high bar, I hoisted myself up on my elbows, resting my exposed boobs on the counter. Blushing, I stepped my legs wider apart, pushing my butt back, trying to look seductive and feeling a warm trickle of wetness in my pussy at the thought of Shandar watching me from the booth.
I gave the note and Shandar’s order to the lead bartender, noticing with a shock that he was an elf. There were a few of the fair folk working in my city now, but not many. He chuckled as he read it. ‘Do you know what it says?
I shook my head wordlessly, noticing how the barstaff were checking out my breasts. The bartender turned the note around, holding it out to me to read.
With shock I read the words: *You can touch. ~Shandar.*
‘Bring them closer,’ ordered the elf, ‘you might need to stand up on your tiptoes.’
I went up on my toes, inching my breasts further out across the bar, feeling how the action tilted my hips further. I was fairly certain that anyone watching from behind would actually now be able to see my panties.
He reached out and sharply pulled my shirt further apart, fully exposing my breasts. He grinned at me unrepentantly as I gasped in shock, then flicked a finger experimentally across one nipple. ‘Slut,’ he challenged me, grinning wickedly.
He started teasing first one nipple, then the other, informing me that Shandar’s drink was being made by his colleague. ‘You ordered a difficult drink to mix, though,’ he said, in mock sympathy. ‘It’ll take a while. You’d best give my friend Shandar a show while he waits. You don’t want him to get bored, do you?’
I frowned, wondering how long it took to pour out a straight whiskey, then gasped as he squeezed my nipples painfully sharply. He had both hands on my breasts now, tugging and twisting my nipples, and I felt my hips moving unbidden, my cunt starting to become needy.
I watched mesmerised as the elf ripped the lace of my bra with his sharp fingernails, allowing my eager nipples to pop further out from the fabric. He continued playing with me skillfully, making me moan and wriggle with need. I wanted to push my upper thighs together but couldn’t, because Shandar had said to keep my legs apart.
‘Take off your panties,’ said the elf.
I looked up at him in shock. I couldn’t! The whole bar could see my panties! ‘Take off your panties,’ he repeated, ‘but don’t move your breasts. I’m enjoying them right where they are.’
Blushing hotly, desperately hoping no-one was watching, I lowered my hands, while keeping my body spread across the bar. I slid my panties down, over my butt, pulling them quickly down first one leg then the other. It was harder than I thought, and I felt slightly panicky as I scrabbled them down my legs.
The elf held tightly, painfully, almost viciously onto my nipples, not letting me move even one inch backwards. Finally, my panties dropped to the ground and I lifted them up with one curled foot, stuffing them into my waistband.
‘Very good,’ murmured the elf. ‘I can see him watching you. He likes fucking human cunts. Right now, he’s wishing he was over here, so he could push his cock straight into that wet, exposed cunt of yours, and then fuck you hard against the counter. He’s thinking maybe no-one would even notice – he could stand there and have a conversation with me, you squashed between him and the bar, his cock firmly inside you.’
I moaned at his words, feeling my hips gyrating obscenely. My cunt was wet and slippery and aching.
It seemed like ages before the elf said, ‘your drink is ready.’ I reached out for it but he stopped my hand, instead of my drink, handing me a small, metal cylinder that I vaguely recognised as having a role in the brewing of spirits.
‘Put it inside yourself,’ the elf bartender ordered, looking down at me uncompromisingly as he resumed his kneading of my nipples.
‘But…’ I croaked.
‘Inside you. Make sure Shandar can see it going in.’ He tightened his grip on my nipples as he spoke. ‘I’m not letting go of your nipples until you do.’
Shaking, blushing again, I took the cylinder, lowering it between my legs, some wicked, wanton part of me tilting my hips back again to expose my cunt to the room, then pushing the cold cylinder inside me, making sure with a finger than it went deeply in.
‘Good slut,’ said the elf in a rich, warm voice. ‘Take Shandar his drink.’
Blushing still, I walked back across the room, feeling the air on my exposed nipples and butt, and the invasion of the cylinder inside me. No-one seemed to be watching me but I couldn’t be sure they weren’t just ignoring me, unable to believe what they had seen at the bar.
Back at the booth, I blushed even more when I met Shandar’s eyes, so embarrassed that he had been watching me. But he didn’t mention it.
‘Kneel, slut,’ he said curtly, ‘and present me my drink.’
I knelt, feeling the yarn tightening around my body and held up his drink. He took a sip and smacked his lips. ‘Excellent. Good slut. You can stay there for a while.’
I gasped as the yarn lashed my hands back to the tops of my thighs, tightening my ankles up against my hips.
I felt very exposed and obvious kneeling outside the booth, but Shandar ignored me. Listening to the music, one hand lowered to tease one of my nipples, deliberately ripping a larger hole in my bra. When the music died down, he said softly, ‘My friend put something inside you.’
I didn’t answer, blushing again.
‘Did you enjoy obeying orders?’ he asked, still not looking at me. ‘Did you enjoy me loaning your breasts out?’
I nodded, then murmured, ‘yes’ in a tiny voice.
‘You enjoyed him playing with you, didn’t you?’ he asked again. ‘Exposing your breasts to him on my command, like a wanton slut.’
I heard myself moan sharply in pleasure at his words, stifling the sound in my throat before people heard me.
‘I thought so,’ he continued. ‘And right now, you’re enjoying the toy inside you. Filling up that empty hole where a cock should be.’
I squeaked again, my body thrumming with need at his obscene words. ‘Yes,’ he murmured. ‘Your wet fuckhole. I should take you home and tie you down bent over the couch in my reception room, so that anyone entering my house can use you.’ I blushed, restraining the needy moan that came unbidden to my lips.
‘Yes,’ he murmured again. ‘You should have cock inside you.’ He snapped his fingers, pushing the booth table back slightly. ‘Stand,’ he ordered curtly.
The restraints released me slightly and I stood stiffly using just my legs. ‘Climb onto my lap,’ he said, ‘one knee either side of me.’
I climbed awkwardly up without arms while he helped, glad I had been doing extra workouts recently. I saw he had unbuttoned his trousers and his large cock was hard and erect in the half-darkness. His fingers slid down my body and I whimpered as he pushed them between my legs, parting my sodden labia, unerringly finding my cunt.
‘Slut,’ he murmured again, the words sounding like a challenge.
I felt him grabbing the chained loop on the end of the cylinder and pulling it out of me. I whimpered at the feeling and then forced myself to be silent. My mouth opened wide as he pulled down on my hips, finding my entrance and forcing his large erect cock into me.
I was so wet that he slipped easily inside me. I gasped with pleasure to feel myself stretched open and to feel his silky smooth shaft sliding into me. Shandar looked compellingly into my eyes as he slid himself all the way in, right up to the hilt, while I swallowed small screams of shock and pleasure.
He was so big! I felt stretched, opened up, impaled……
‘Good slut,’ he murmured again, pulling me in close to him. ‘Good fuckhole. Built for cock. Now just lie there, against me, staying still while I listen to the music.’
He pulled me against him and I snuggled my face into his shoulder. He made me lie there, staying still until the music finished. I was breathing heavily, forcing my body not to just mindlessly fuck against him, loving the feeling of his cock inside me, desperately wanting more stimulation. Every so often, he chuckled and pumped his hips sharply into me, making me breathe quickly and want to fuck him back, but then he would tell me to be still again.
‘I’m going to take you to that little garden,’ he murmured into my ear when there was a moment of silence. ‘Some of my friends will meet us there. You’ll like the feeling of them inside you. Taking you.’ I gasped in shock but I knew I was going to say yes. I was loving the feeling of him inside me so much.
‘If you’re very good,’ he murmured, ‘if you please them all, we’ll let you cum at the end.’
I moaned in frustration at the thought, as my cunt muscles clenched needily around the staff inside me. That was a long time to wait…
Shandar chuckled evilly. ‘Sluts can’t be choosy,’ he murmured, holding my hips still while he fucked himself sharply up into me, making me gasp. ‘But you’d better be good. Or I’ll leave you hungry.’
I moaned again, wordlessly.
‘Be quiet,’ he said, his voice low but compelling. The musicians had started playing again. ‘I’m going to cum inside you. You don’t want anyone to guess I’m fucking you, do you?’
I moaned again, swallowing the sound deep inside my throat. Then I had to clench my lips tightly together as Shandar started to fuck me *hard* from beneath, his hips and hands moving together to ram himself deep into me in a rough, fast rhythm.
‘This is how animals rut,’ he gasped into my ear, his voice low, the words coming out staccato in time with his hungry thrusts into me. ‘Sharp and hard. Are you a little human animal, slut? Sitting still to show you’re ready for breeding?’
I hissed in shock at his words but I didn’t pull away. Oh gods, he felt amazing inside me. I wanted more, so much more, and I knew I was going to obey him until I got it.
My breath was coming hard and fast with his thrusts, his hard shaft stabbing ruthlessly again and again and again into my soft insides while his hands positioned my hips just where he wanted them for maximum effect. With my legs settled around his hips, I was fully open to him and he took every advantage of that.
I was struggling to stay quiet when I heard him grunt gutturally, then I really he had finally cum inside me. I moaned unbidden at the knowledge that his juices were flowing into me, but Shandar ignored me, leaning back and pulling me with him.
‘Sit still,’ he said, his voice rough with his expended passion. ‘Be quiet, so I can hear the music.’
© 2023 Pixie Isobella
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