After Hours Part 
Eleven
Written by Lusty Vamp and Edited by 
Mistress Erica
 
Barbara's blouse was soaked, so askew that one of her huge 
titties was completely exposed. Her long legs trembled 
uncontrollably as she stood, instinctively placing her 
hands behind her back, not daring to drop the wet sticky 
panties she still held in her mouth. Barbara's skirt was 
pushed so high up her curvaceous thighs that her quaking 
pussy was nearly bared to the crowd gathered around her in 
the bar, ogling her without shame, laughing and calling out 
lewd suggestions.  
 
She wobbled unsteadily in her six inch 'cumfukme' high 
heels. Her beet red face was mute in response to the 
whispered comments being made by the crowd surrounding her. 
With all her heart and soul Barbara Anne wanted to please 
her Mistress, her Lover. Yet, this extreme humiliation, 
however exciting, was quickly approaching the limits of 
what Barbara thought she could bear. Still, there wasn't a 
doubt in Barbara's reeling mind that she wouldn't endure 
whatever humiliations her beloved and beautiful Mistress 
Erica might demand.  
 
Barbara took supreme pride in the fact that her bewitching 
Mistress Erica found her worthy of loving, let alone 
owning. And, owning Barbara is exactly what the exalted 
Mistress Erica did. She possessed and controlled every 
facet of Barbara's life and more importantly, her lithe, 
well-toned body. Above all, however, Mistress Erica alone 
held the key which unlocked Barbara's sexual pleasure. 
Barbara's titties and cunt belonged to Mistress Erica as 
truly as if they were Her own, to use or abuse as She alone 
saw fit. Barbara had freely, eagerly, willingly given up 
any power or control over her destiny that she may have 
had.  
 
Early in their relationship, Mistress Erica had made a 
fascinating discovery. She was able to totally control 
Barbara by controlling her sexual being. And, much to 
Mistress Erica's delight, She learned that by dishing out 
small, rare doses of sexual pleasure to her slut Barbara 
Anne, that her lil bitch's sexual performance was enhanced 
tenfold. And so it came to be that Mistress Erica made it 
Her first priority to keep Barbara constantly on the very 
brink of orgasmic delight, only rarely granting Her slut 
the ultimate reward of full release. 
 
Through tearful eyes Barbara gazed at the leering crowd 
around her. The taunting men visually ravaged her nearly 
naked body and made no pretense otherwise. Surprisingly, 
even some of the females in the crowd ravished Barbara's 
fully aroused, quivering body with their eyes. That was 
certainly the case with Ashleigh, who appeared to be 
relishing Barbara's plight with an intensity that made 
Barbara squirm whenever their eyes made contact.  
 
"Well Mel," Mistress Erica intoned, "are you going to walk 
My doggiebitch or must I find someone else??" 
 
"OH NO, don't do that," Mel said, much louder than 
necessary. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he stood.  
 
The crowd showed its amusement at Mel's eagerness with a 
few crass remarks. As Mel moved towards Barbara to lead her 
out the bar's rear door, Mistress Erica reached out, 
tugging sharply on his shirtsleeve and pulling him towards 
Her. Speaking directly into Mel's ear so only he could 
hear, She instructed him that while in his care Barbara was 
not under any circumstances to remove the soiled panties 
from her mouth. Mel was to permit Barbara to masturbate, 
but only while she pissed, and not to sexual release.  
 
"ABSOLUTELY NO ORGASMS for My horny bitch, Mel," Mistress 
Erica finished, speaking this last loud enough for the 
entire bar to hear, then caressing his cheek after 
releasing his shirtsleeve. 
 
Blushing profusely, Mel assured Mistress Erica that Her 
instructions would be followed to the letter. Taking the 
weakened Barbara by the hand, Mel guided her carefully to 
the rear door. Barbara's dazed and spent state, not to 
mention her "killer" heels, caused her to walk somewhat 
awkwardly alongside him. Stumbling on the stoop as she 
stepped out into the chilly night, Barbara gasped and 
gripped Mel's arm tightly. 
 
"OHHHhhhhhh OMG," she said hoarsely, then laughing with 
relief that they were alone, the jeering crowd inside and a 
cool breeze that felt refreshing as it caressed her face 
and bared skin.... "Ohhhhhhhh honey what a fucking 
nightttttt!" 
 
"It sure is, Barbara," Mel said softly, feeling his 
rockhard dick straining tightly in his jeans as Barbara let 
go of his arm and took a few teetering steps onto the 
neatly mowed lawn in back, squatting quickly in her haste 
to pee, without thinking of his presence particularly. Mel 
cleared his throat. 
 
Moaning as the warm piss came, Barbara glanced up at Mel 
and blushed profusely, suddenly realizing that her hand was 
between her legs... playing with her pussy madly, 
OHHHHHHOMG. Mel laughed and moved closer, looking so tall 
as he stared down at her with a funny look on his face. 
"Mistress says you're allowed to masturbate," he said 
gruffly, "but only while you're pissing, and you are NOT to 
cum." 
 
"FUCKKKKK!!" Barbara spat, feeling her cunt's sharp 
convulsing spasms already beginning... the piss stream 
slowing now as her fingers plunged hard and deep inside her 
wet throbbign pussy. "JESUS I need to... I ... " She looked 
up at him desperately, begging pitifully with her glazed, 
lusting eyes. "Baby cum on... you can see I need it..." her 
fingers still thrust in and out hard, thumb on her clit as 
her hips rotated in wild jerking rhythm. 
 
"NO," Mel said, surprised himself by the authority in his 
voice as he reached down suddenly between Barbara's legs 
and gripped her hand tightly, holding it prisoner in his 
massive hand and pulling it from her soaked, quaking pussy. 
"GOD what a fucking slut you are Barb," he laughed then, 
pushing her down on her knees in the grass. His cock was 
enormous now, bigger and harder than he'd ever felt it in 
his entire life as he stood over the woman he'd lusted 
after for so goddamn long. 
 
Barbara's heart stopped as she heard Mel's words, the 
deepness in his voice like a growl as he forced her hand 
away from her pussy and he shoved her to her knees.... oh 
my god... my god... jesusssssss... then her heart began 
pounding in her chest so hard it hurt as she felt the 
unbelievable animal craving rising from the center of her 
being like a raging fire, pulsing in her veins, dripping 
down her thighs, her mind beyond reason, beyond control, 
only feeling... needing... god... the fucking aching 
quivering need....