The Back Bar – Return Visit

The two of us were having a drink together, talking about our first visit to The Back Bar. Maggie was trying to get me to admit that I wanted to go there again. "And you?" I challenged her.

Maggie pretended that I had surprised her since that was a dare for her to get arse-fucked by strangers again. "You can go there on your own, you know," She countered. And Maggie gave me a cheeky smile as she taunted me with that. The same way that she had taunted me that night, while I only got to watch.

"But it wouldn't be so much fun on my own," I tried, giving her a wink. I was not going to plead with her.

"I know what you want," she smirked back. And she wriggled about on her seat, suggesting that she knew exactly where her bottom was and exactly what I would like to do to it.

The point of The Back Bar was that everyone who went knew exactly what they were there for. The men who paid to wear the black wrist bands knew that they could fuck the willing women up the arse, the ones who wanted that and got in for free. And there were the men and women with the white wristbands who paid to watch.

We both knew that when I went back to The Back Bar I would not be just paying to watch.

And so Friday night, Maggie and I went around the back of The Wild Duck to that nondescript door. Maggie let me rap on it and it was quickly answered by the same granite faced security guard who had let us in before. He gave out no hint of recognition. And why should he? We had only been there once before and his job was not to schmooze the customers. That was Josie's job, sitting at the table down the corridor in front of the green door where she dealt with a trio of eager punters, two women and a guy. We stood behind them watching as Josie took her time to verify their IDs. They looked young to me, and Josie must have felt the same. She finally convinced herself that they were all over 18 and gave their IDs back to them and then embarked on her explanation on how things worked behind the green door. Of course they pushed through the door as soon as Josie had finished telling them.

Josie sighed when we reached her then gave us a welcoming smile. Maybe she was happy to deal with grown ups. Who knows? She was dressed, as previously, in a black net top that showed off her black bra which supported her ample bust. She crossed her stocking-clad legs under the desk and looked us over.

"You two look familiar," she started.

Maggie and I grinned at each other. "Second time," Maggie advised.

"And this time, he'll participate and you'll watch?" Josie replied.

"How did you know?" I stammered.

"Lucky guess," Josie smiled. I decided to get a small revenge for that. I leant on the desk and reached down between Josie's legs with my free hand. And confirmed she wore nothing below except the stockings. She uncrossed her legs and spread them enough to allow me to stroke her exposed slit for a moment. Until she squeezed her legs together to stop me. Smiling, she clamped her thighs on my hand. "Wet enough for you?" she teased.

"Guess so," I replied.

"Good," Josie concluded, "now the payment." And as I reached for my wallet, she added "and of course you'll pay for your friend." Of course. And that done and exhibiting our appropriate wristbands we entered through the green door. This time I had to wonder what action lay behind it for me and how it would go.

Maggie swished past me into the bar, her short red dress teasing up and down her bare thighs. She waved at Josie before the door shut behind us, kind of a 'see you later' wave. "She might let you fuck her later," Maggie smiled at me when we were inside.

I shrugged. "Well, she did offer last time." I thought on that for a moment. "But that may have been a tease because of the wristband," I wondered.

Maggie was still grinning at the thought. "I guess we'll see." She took me by the hand as we checked out the talent and what they were up to.

The DJ was playing Caribbean music, a mambo, and a few couples were swishing appropriately on the dance floor, the women's dresses regularly splaying up around their waists, showing off their firm, enticing buttocks. A third couple joined them and got into the groove almost like it was choreographed. I admired them for a moment along with a very interested Maggie. I then looked around the rest of the room for any familiar faces.

"Are you hoping to see Willow and Chantal again?" Maggie asked, reading my mind. Of course I was. I had held Chantal on our previous visit, looking into her eyes while another man took her anal virginity. And now I thought how nice it would be to close that circle. But neither her nor her shapely friend were there. Any arse I took would be a stranger. Who would it be, I wondered.

We wandered the room for a little while. The DJ started a slower jazzy number, so the three women on the dance floor who had been sweeping to the uptempo stuff all got on their knees so that their partners could take their arses. The men fucked them to the rhythm of the music, it almost looked romantic, the women all with blissful, distant looks while the men grinned with pleasure as they fucked the women. After watching them for a moment, Maggie grabbed my hand to continue on our patrol.

Seeing some empty seats, we sat down across from another couple on a set of sofas set at right angles and introduced ourselves to them. Roxanna and Bruno had been behind us in the queue and admitted that it was their first time and they wanted to meet and question us because we looked like we knew what we were doing. We quickly established that Roxanna and Bruno were a true couple. I told them that Maggie and I were just friends hanging out. For some reason that seemed to set Roxanna in particular at ease.

"How many girls are you thinking of fucking?" she asked me.

"I haven't thought about it. I guess two or three if I can find that many who are interested. How about you?" I challenged her, holding eye contact.

Roxanna straightened her shortish skirt. It still revealed her bare knees and a lot of leg above them. "I guess maybe three, possibly four," she revealed. Then she leaned over and pecked Bruno on the cheek. "We agreed. He is only going to be good for two, maybe three at the most. So I am going to go one more than him."

"To prove a point?" Maggie asked her.

"No," she replied offhand. "Just because." Bruno looked to be all right with that. Or did I catch a quick flash of concern? Nah, he seemed all right.

But we all thought about that for a moment. "Two or three sounds about right," I agreed. I expected that would be about my limit. I looked over at Maggie. She just shrugged. She held up her white wristband which confirmed that she was only watcher. Of course she liked to keep me guessing. And so far she had not given me any hint of what she was planning for the night. If anything. I guess it was possible that she had decided that this time she would be the one who would just watch.

But it added to my tension. If I was going to fuck just two, surely it had to be Maggie and Josie. I looked around and then studied Roxanna again. She smiled at me, suggesting that she was up for it. But something about her made her a no for me. The four of us chatted, steering away from any sex talk. Maybe I was just being choosy as Roxanna was perfectly presentable and friendly, certainly not unattractive. But I felt no desire, no urge. I looked over to see what Bruno was up to. He was checking the talent and clearly saw something in Maggie, you could tell by his sly glances each time after he scanned the room. And she had let that dress ride up her thighs. Well, who could blame him for looking around after Roxanna's challenge to him? But of course Maggie had the white wristband, so Bruno had to look further afield.

Maggie gave me a look which promised 'watch this.' She stood up and made a show of patting her dress back down over her thighs. She reached down to Bruno. "Come on with me, I'll find you someone." Bruno looked over to Roxanna who shrugged back at him. So he let Maggie drag him off into the crowd. He looked back towards us with glance that could have been a warning before Maggie took him out of our sightline.

Roxanna looked over to me and smiled. I knew the rules of the bar, knew that under her skirt Roxanna was bare, ready to be fucked up the arse. And I could tell that she would not say no if I asked her. But something still stopped me, some sense of caution. We chatted, avoiding any sort of intimacy, just friendly chatter. And we avoided the likelihood that Bruno had his cock imbedded in a foreign arse while we spoke.

With our conversation flagging I boosted my friend. "Maggie is the great organiser. She'll be up to something," I suggested. Roxanna fortunately did not seem concerned at what that meant.

And indeed only a minute later, Maggie appeared with a well-dressed young guy and a busty older woman in tow. "Look what I've got for you," she told both of us. As Roxanna and I were close together in the centre of the couches, Maggie's discoveries sat on either side of us. The woman trailed her hand around my collar, cooed that she liked me and told me that her name was Xena.

I smiled at that. "You're not far off," I observed.

She looked blank for only an instant before breaking into a wide smiled. "Warrior," she enthused in a Continental accent. "Czechia originally," she added so that I did not need to ask. "And I know why you are here," she added as she took my arm in her hands and massaged the wristband.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

"You can usually tell if a man wants to fuck you there, in this place," she replied. "In the place that it usually is not supposed to go," she added with a sly look at me. And then she ran her fingers over the bulge in my trousers with a moan of approval. She rearranged herself, from sitting on the lounge next to me to kneeling on it, facing away from me. Then she flipped her skirt up over her hips to prove that she was ready for me. Just like that, an invitation to my first anal fuck in public. I looked over to Maggie who stood close by, approvingly.

What could I do? I ran a finger over Xena's wet pussy and then eased it inside her butt. The hole was invitingly small, but Xena pushed back against my penetrating digit, clearly glad to have it inside her. I wriggled it around to Xena's increasing pleasure.

"Yes, there," she gasped, "Mmmnnn," confirming that she liked it.

I stopped with my finger still inside Xena and leant over her. "Well, where else would I be putting it?" I whispered in her ear. We both laughed as I resumed loosening her up.

"Have you got it out?" she asked after a moment.

Maggie leaned in to us, holding both our faces. "You really are taking your time, Michael," she teased.

I did not think that I was, I thought I was being a gentleman. But under pressure from the two of them, I relented and unbuttoned my pants releasing my cock which was already hard. I pressed it up against Xena's bare thigh so she knew.

"Go for it," she urged. "I'm ready."

And so I did, pressing the head against her butthole and then slipping it in. Approvingly, Xena pressed back as soon as she sensed I had gone in at the right angle which meant that before I knew it, I was fully embedded inside her.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Uhghh..."

"Yes," I gasped back to her as I found my rhythm. Her butt felt warm, inviting and stimulating.

Maggie had wandered around the other side of the couch so she could face both of us, Xena kneeling on the seat, resting her elbows on the back of the couch while I fucked her from behind. It seemed to work very well for both of us. Xena was grunting with each stroke which turned me on more.

"That looks like fun," Maggie suggested to Xena.

"Are you really not his girlfriend?" Xena asked back.

"No, we're just on the same volleyball team," Maggie told her with an incongruous, serious look, "We hang out together but that's all."

"That's a pity," Xena observed, "I think you two are pretty well suited." Fully inside her arse, I held still for a moment, my balls pushing against her slit. Still the women chatted.

"Oh you know," Maggie responded. "Do I want to change things by going there? I mean we're pretty good friends." She smiled at me, like a friend, and I smiled back the same way as I again pounded into Xena.

"Maybe you can successfully combine the two things, the sex and the friendship," Xena wondered, as she shifted around my cock to get the best stimulation. "I know it will take a bit of work but..."

"Hmm." Maggie thought about that but was quickly interrupted by Xena.

"Michael, keep doing that, I'm going to cum," she ordered me. I was fucking her at a steady pace. It was no effort to keep going as she wanted.

"Uggh," she grunted and then again louder. I just kept pumping away. It seemed that all I had to do was not mess up the rhythm or make it complicated at that moment. I looked over to Roxanna who I had not thought about. She must have taken her skirt off since she was bare from the waist down, her long legs up in the air while the tall young man, also bare from the waist down, ploughed into her in the missionary position. One of the bouncers came over to check that they were doing it within the rules, looking closely at where they were joined, to confirm it was in her bottom. The bouncer only glanced at Xena and me, presumably we totally looked to be doing it right. I realised that I had been keeping up my steady rhythm and that Xena was cumming again.

"He's quite good at this," she told Maggie when her grunts and spasms around my cock had finished.

"I can't tell you why," Maggie wondered. "As far as I know he hasn't been getting much practice."

"What?" I asked her.

"All I hear from you is how hard it is for you to meet the right sort of woman."

"Am I the right sort of woman?" Xena asked me without turning around.

"I guess so," I stammered. I was wondering how long I was going to have to keep up my performance.

"I'll take that as a yes," Xena snorted pushing her bottom back at me harder than usual, I guess just to remind me what we were doing. "If you keep doing that I'll have a really big one."

"You see the problem?" Maggie told her.

At that moment, Bruno appeared, dressed and alone. His eyes darkened when he looked past Xena and me. Roxanna had wrapped her legs around her fucker as well as gripping his shoulders hard, like she was trying to force him into her bottom as far as she could. That must have been something which Bruno didn't like.

"I think that's enough," he stated evenly once he had stepped around me to get close to them.

"Just another moment," Roxanna asked him, "please?" Bruno grunted and looked at her and then away, over her head. I went back to concentrating on Xena while Maggie sort of drifted off towards the service bar. But then I guess because Bruno's outburst darkened the atmosphere, Xena gripped my arm.

"I think we're done," Xena whispered. I nodded and slipped out of her. We arranged our clothes on the lounge away from where Roxanna was apologising to her fucker while Bruno stood there with his arms crossed. Xena and I slipped away to find Maggie.

"Men acting possessive!" Maggie exploded when we found her.

Xena looked concerned, looked to me. "Are you possessive, Michael?" she asked. I shook my head. "That's a shame," she noted as she gave Maggie a knowing look. I glanced at both of them. What was that about? But I didn't ask.

We chatted about what a good idea The Back Bar was, with the wristbands and their consent and everything, trying not to look over to the lounge. But slowly our conversation with Xena slowed to a halt. Sensing her time with us was up, she excused herself back to her friends. I thought it would be a bit undignified to keep hanging around her, so I didn't suggest to Maggie that we follow her. Maggie did not seem interested either. She bought me another drink and then excused herself to the bathroom saying that she would be back soon. And like that I had the space to myself. But not for long.

I stood there near the bar alone for a moment, surveying the scene. And noticed two thin, attractive young women had come over to stand near me. So I went over the short distance to introduce myself. As I did, they both held up their white wristbands to warn me that they were off limits. I held up my black one and shrugged to suggest I was happy with their limits. They introduced themselves as Phaedra and Shirley.

Phaedra smiled at Shirley and looked over to me. "Have you fucked anyone?" she asked me, looking around.

"Uh yes," I smiled, carefully checking their reactions. I decided that they were both wondering what a cock would feel like up their bottoms. I waited for them to reveal their thoughts.

"What was it like?" Shirley asked earnestly.

I smiled. "It is different, enjoyable in a special way." I looked to each of them. "You should try it. That is, if you haven't..."

Phaedra chose to deflect. "We're here to watch. Definitely." She looked to her friend for support. But both Phaedra and I could see that Shirley was not so sure about that.

So I asked gently "are you sure, Shirley?"

"Well you know," she admitted blushing a bit, "when you're around people having sex. And people talking about having sex..." She glanced quickly at me and then looked to her friend.

Phaedra shook her head. "Don't pin this on me. If you want to..." she trailed off.

"You just go back to the boss lady and tell her..." I suggested, trying to sound like I was just being helpful.

"I know," Shirley snapped. Then she softened. "Maybe if we just have a look at some of the others, you know, to get the idea."

Phaedra smiled at me. "She doesn't believe you that it's fun." She grinned dangerously at Shirley.

Shirley was not fazed though. "Oh look," she advised, "there's someone over there getting fucked now."

We all looked there to see what she had found. I was not surprised. Much as happened the first time, Maggie was bent over a table with an enthusiastic guy fucking her from behind. With her elbows propped on the table, her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the guy who was enthusiastically fucking her from behind.

This went on for a while until she opened her eyes to see me over at the bar watching her, standing there with my two new friends. I waved over at Maggie like we were pals who had just caught up with each other in the street or something. And she waved back at all three of us with an equally cordial smile while gripping the table with her other hand as she thrust back at the man who was fucking her bum. When he saw us, Maggie said something to him which really fired him up to really get into his -- and Maggie's -- enjoyment of their performance. I suppose she told him she knew me.

I nudged both of my rapt companions. "You can see she's into it," describing the obvious and they nodded as they watched Maggie, seeing how much she wanted it even from our distance. Shirley gripped my hand tightly.

But it had to end. The man pressed hard into her for a moment then quickly pulled out. Maggie stood up and gave him a thank-you peck on the cheek as she flattened her dress back down. She then walked demurely over to us. I watched every step she took towards us. She got a few approving remarks on the way, and she smiled back at most of them. Although the last one she looked dramatically shocked.

"Hi," she said to my companions and then looked to me.

"What was that about?" I asked her regarding her drama.

"That man asked if he could fuck me up the arse. The cheek of it," she expounded with the same drama she had shown her anal suitor.

"Did he cum in you?" I asked her, keeping it light like I was asking Maggie whether she wanted a drink or something. "The one that you let..."

Maggie shook her head. "No, but I got to have two huge orgasms. He said he enjoyed himself, he was all right." She thought for a moment. "I think he's saving himself up for someone special." And she gave me a knowing look, like someone else was saving something special for someone and one of those someones was me.