After Hours - Part Two

Written By Mistress Erica

erica tugged self-consciously on the short leather skirt that Barbara had left for her before leaving for work that morning. The instructions of her Mistress were crystal clear, never mind that erica was unaccustomed to wearing skirts at all, much less the skimpy little slutskirt Queen Barbara desired to see on Her bitch at the bar that evening.

"Be grateful, whore, that I'm permitting you to wear panties," her Mistress had laughed, tossing a bitty scrap of silky red fabric her way. Not that they covered anything- the red bikini panties were crotchless so obviously of no use should her sexy Goddess desire to rev Her wet slutty bitch's motor in public...

and She did SO enjoy that... erica smiled and felt a surge of warm wetness as she finally opened the car door and headed into the bar, braless titties bouncing wildly like cantalopes on a yoyo string, her ass and pussy feeling the breezy evening air with alarming clarity as she strolled along the parking lot and tried not to panic.

Oh mygod my god ohhhhhh fuck, what am i doing here! she thought to herself, disgusted by her already wet pussy and her hardened nipples so quick to be aroused, so easily the slut whore.... OHHHHH jesus i would do anything for that Woman, erica thought helplessly, yanking the door open with false bravado and stepping inside.

It had been a long time since she'd been in a bar, and erica felt herself warm immediately to the dimly lit, smoky atmosphere, the pounding pulsing jukebox blaring tunes, the friendly roar of patrons and rowdy laughter. just like coming home, she thought, only i'm not drinking LOL.

mmm ... the slut smiled back at a big burly guy who looked as though he'd been eyeing her since she came in by the broad smile on his face. she deliberately jiggled her tits with one thrust of her chest in his direction as she sauntered over and leaned against the bar.

Mistress wasn't due for another 30 minutes or so, and She'd told erica to be friendly to Her factory guys, emphasis on the word "friendly" and being a lusty slut, erica sure knew what that meant. she just wasn't sure about doing it sober.

*giggled when the guy introduced himself as Mel, offering to buy her a drink* he was kinda cute in a big teddybear kinda way, but whether she ended up sucking his cock or taking him in her ass, what ericabitch really yearned for was the glittering light of pleasure and desire in her beloved Mistress's eyes as She watched her bitch, the feel of Her hand on her breasts, her tits, her cunt and wherever else it pleased Goddess Venus to put them!

ohhhh goddddd, erica breathed in sharply, suddenly aware that her pussy was already so wet just thinking about her Mistress that she felt the familiar warm trickle on her inner thighs, slick as she shifted her legs and pressed them together. it's too early to start this, bitch! she reprimanded herself, beginning to panic again at her inability to control her lust.

The guy named Mel watched her as she moved to a more secluded area near the bar and sat down at a table that was free, sipping her coke slowly. erica winked at him and blushed, remembering how he'd politely deferred to a raincheck when she'd offered to suck his cock.

JESUS.... why am i thinking now about my mother for godsake!! erica laughed aloud and squeezed her vaginal muscles, flexing them repeatedly until she nearly came. Fucking whore! she took a few deep breaths and chewed on some ice then, trying to distract herself from the cigarette machine she had just noticed in the far corner of the bar...