My parents passed away when I was in my late thirties, leaving me a meager inheritance, which I decided to use to buy a tiny bar in the downtown area of a small New Jersey Ithiel Town called Lakehurst. My inheritance…as small as it was…barely covered the toll of the bar and a stead to delay, but four months in I was getting most of my bills paid, so I figured I could draw this work. And really, what choice did I hold ? Everything I had was tied up in this bar.

One morn after I'd been open for about six calendar month, I was working by myself in the bar…just cleaning up, re-stocking pot liquor, and getting things ready for when we would open later that good afternoon. My employees typically don't come in until mid-afternoon, so I was a bit surprise when two men came into my place, even though it was obvious we were closed. I was even more surprised that they came from the back of the building, through the back door, which I'd apparently left unlocked.

I came around from behind the bar and said,"We're closed guys….we open at 3:00 pm. And when you come back, try using the front man door."

The guy who was obviously in charge came up to where I was standing with a slick smile on his human face, while the former one stood a few animal foot away leaning his elbow on top of the bar.

The guy in kick looked around and said,"Nice place."Then returned his eyes to mine, still smiling that shit-eating grin.

I said,"Thanks, but seriously…we're not spread yet."

He stepped even closer, so that I had to look up to see his oculus and said,"My epithet's Vinnie. What's yours ?"

"I'm Gail. I own this place,"I replied, starting to get a little uncomfortable, but trying to hold my ground.

Vinnie stayed where he was and said,"wellspring, Gail….it's my job to meet all the business owners in this area and make sure they're protected. I know you're new here so we didn't bother coming by until you got your substructure under you. But from the looks of things, you've got a skillful little business going on here."

I started sensing where this was going, and said,"What the fucking's going on, Vinnie ?"in a voice much braver than I felt.

Vinnie smiled some more and said,"Look, you're a smart….and may I say very attractive….woman. You know exactly what I'm saying. Surely you didn't think you'd be able to run a business in my town without paying for my protection, did you ?"

"I have to pay you ?"I exclaimed."That's bullshit !"Then, as world began to sink in, I grimaced, lowered my middle and mumbled,"Goddamn it…..how much ?"

Vinnie rubbed his chin and said,"For a place like this, we figure $ 1,000 per week."

"Are you fucking kidding me ? I can't afford that…I barely make ends meet as it is !"

Vinnie's centre started roaming up and down my body, eventually landing on my rather large breasts. I was an attractive blonde…about 5'5"tall…with a nice shape, and 36DD pinhead, so I wasn't terribly surprised that he was focused on my mamilla. I was wearing a lax agree crop top made of crinkly lycra, with an flexible neckline - no bra - and a flare-bottom blue jean skirt that came to about mid-thigh. This outfit tended to accentuate my breasts, which was usually good for line and tips, but wasn't ideal for the berth I was in at the moment.

"Yeah, everyone always says that at first…but now that I've had a look at you, I have an idea."

Vinnie stepped even closer to me, actually pressing his crotch against my stomach and nudging me backwards until I could find the border of the bar press against my lower back. I could feel the firmness of purpose of his bulge in the figurehead of his pants as he leaned into me and I tried, unsuccessfully, to push him away.

As he spoke, he reached out and placed one bridge player on the edge of the bar right next to me, and used the other mitt to nip one of my titty through my blouse, saying,"Here's what we'll do, Gail. We'll make it $ 500 per week, as long as you're nice to me."

I glanced at the other guy leaning against the bar a few feet away and saw a shitty smile on his face, too, so I quickly figured that this was real, and that I really had no options….I definitely couldn't afford $ 1,000 per week. I might be able to make $ 500 per hebdomad work. Fuck, I hated where this was going.

Meanwhile, I had stopped trying to fight Vinnie away…it wasn't working anyway…and he had pulled my slack blouse down yesteryear my boobs, so they were completely exposed….swaying in presence of me as he fondled and pawed them with one of his hands. With the other hand he unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiffening pecker and began stroking it and rubbing the bulblike tip against my bare stomach.

It didn't take long before he had pushed my skirt up past my rose hip and pulled my panties to the face. I was still in a bit of shock as he nudged my legs apart with his stifle, then stepped in between them, lining the head of his dick up with my pussycat before thrusting forward. He shoved the tip of his gourmandize prick into me…slowly at first, but then picking up the tread the mystifying it went into my twat. The weight of his physical structure against mine forced me to lean back against the bar with my elbow behind me for support. This gave him entire access to my naked, swinging boobs, as he plowed my vagina with his stiff shaft.

I closed my optic and turned my head away, but Vinnie grabbed my brass and pulled it back, snarling,"Look at me, Gail….eyes open…this is function of the deal."

I grimaced and opened my eye so that they locked with his. With a unholy grin plastered on his face, he stared at me as he pumped his cock in and out of my kitty-cat and squeezed my wobbling nipple with both hands. He smelled like butt and whisky, which was turning my stomach, but I didn't want to bear witness fear or weakness, so I just stared vacantly into his centre as he continued hammering away between my legs.

Still focused on my eyes, Vinnies moaned and grunted as he plowed his hawkshaw into me over and over. After a few minutes, Vinnie caught his breather and mumbled,"Yeah….shit….you're fucking tight as hell, Gail…. uhnnn…. uhnnn… fuck, yeah…."Then he released my pap and grabbed my pelvis as he slammed his engorged cock oceanic abyss into my pussy, blasting several stream of ardent, steamy ejaculate into my cunt…all the time staring into my eyes while moaning his cigarette breathing time into my face.

Vinnie kept sliding his spent peter in and out of my vagina for another minute or two as he enjoyed his flood tide, then pulled it out of me with a ‘ plop ’. He took a tone back, grabbed a pair of napkins from the return, wiped off his glistening whoreson and left it dangling between his legs as he tossed the habituate napkins onto the counter.

Still smiling that shit-eating grin, he said,"This week's free, Gail…..kind of a ‘ welcome to the neighborhood'gift."

He glanced over at his henchman, and they shared a laugh at his lilliputian joke. Then he stuffed his prick back into his pants, pulled his zipper up and reached out to grab my titty with both hands. He used his finger and ovolo to grab each nipple, pulling them toward him so that my knocker extended away from my chest, then released them and keep an eye on my breasts swing back into place, swaying back and forth between us.

"See you next week, Gail,"he said, as he and his partner sauntered out the plump for door. Then with a backward wave he added,"And, seriously…you have a really squeamish place here."

I cleaned myself up and pulled all my clothes back into place, then stood behind the bar and lamented this new development. I had to turn over $ 500 every week, which I could barely give, and it looked like I was going to have Vinnie's tool inside me every calendar week, as well. Goddamn it….this sucked ! And I couldn't see any way to ward off it.

The following week Vinnie came by again…same day, same time… with that poor fish slimy smile on his brass and his script out for the payoff. With a grimace, I told him the money was in my place, and we walked back there for me to pull it out of the condom. As I led him toward my office, I felt his hand slip under my skirt and coerce one ass cheek, then the other.

From behind me I heard him say,"I've been looking forward to this all week, Gail. It's pay-up time."

With a frown, I swatted his helping hand away from under my doll, then sat in my billet chair, spun it forward, and reached beneath my desk to open the safe. As I spun my professorship around to hand Vinnie the money, I saw that he had already unzipped his trouser, pulled out his cock, and was slowly stroking it just inches from my face. Still with that fucked up smile on his face, he took the money from me and tossed it on the desk, then stepped forward, straddling my hot seat. With one hand he stroked his growing hard-on, with the other he reached inside my blouse and started massaging my pap and pinching my nipples. His prick was fully put up in no clip, and he rubbed it against my backtalk, coaxing me to spread out my mouth and give him a blowjob.

I was taken a bit by surprise, but with a suspiration of resignation, I opened up and sucked the tip of his tool into my backtalk. I bobbed my chief back and Forth River on his pole while running one of my hands up and down the shaft, hoping to encourage a straightaway culmination. Still straddling my chair, Vinnie leaned even farther forward, supporting himself with his handwriting on either side of my head….which was now was pressed against the back of my chair. He began rocking his hip and shoving his overgorge cock deeper into my backtalk, fucking my human face like it was a pussy, and ramming the tip of his putz against the rear of my pharynx with every drive. I struggled not to gag, but Vinnie clearly could not make cared less…he just kept pounding his rigid pole in and out of my lip like a piston.

Vinnie seemed to be enjoying himself, murmuring and grunting as he pounded his soaked prick in and out of my mouth."Oh, shit….suck it….yeah….just like that….uhnnn….uhnnn…fuck, that feels good….uhnnn ….uhnnn…."

Then, grabbing my bouncing boobs hard with both script, he slammed his tool into the spinal column of my throat and exploded,"oh, shit….I'm cumming….aahhhhhh….aahhhhh….ahhhh….oh, fuck….God, that feels good….."

I coughed and gagged, but he held my head business firm against the back of the chair, and I was forced to take back as much of his load as I could. I got some of it down, but about half of his cum slopped out of my mouth and dripped down my chin onto my wobbling tits.

After a few more thrusting, Vinnie pulled his softening ray of light out of my mouth and left it dangling in front of my face as I struggled to overtake my breath.

Once I'd caught my breath he said,"Nice job, Gail…..now go ahead and clean it off, and we'll consider this week paid up."

With a frown and weak eye I leaned forward and sucked the read/write head of his slimy mother fucker into my mouth and used my spit to clean it off, stroking out the last cliff of cum with my hired man, and then licking it off the tip of his cock. When I was done, I tucked his dick back into his drawers and zipped him up, then pushed him away from me so he was no longer straddling my chair.

I grabbed a tissue paper from on the desk and began wiping semen from my chin and boobs. Vinnie grabbed his money, squeezed one of my dangling tits one concluding time, then walked out of my position, chuckling.

As he left, he called over his shoulder joint,"I've given you a sweet deal, Gail, but you're definitely worth it. See you in a week."

And that's how my nightmare as a New island of Jersey bar proprietor began.

It's been going on for over two year, now. If I can save enough money, I hope to betray this place so I can move to Florida and open up a cantina down there, because this sucks… .