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 region of a lowly New island of Jersey town called Lakehurst. My inheritance…as minor as it was…barely covered the monetary value of the bar and a property to outride, but four month in I was getting most of my bills paid, so I figured I could ca-ca this piece of work. And really, what selection did I take ? Everything I had was tied up in this bar.

One cockcrow after I'd been open for about six months, I was working by myself in the bar…just cleaning up, re-stocking liquor, and getting matter ready for when we would afford later that afternoon. My employees typically don't come in until mid-afternoon, so I was a bit surprise when two men came into my space, even though it was obvious we were closed. I was even more surprised that they came from the backbone of the edifice, 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 battlefront door."

The guy who was obviously in heraldic bearing came up to where I was standing with a slick smile on his case, while the former one stood a few feet away leaning his elbow on top of the bar.

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

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

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

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

Vinnie stayed where he was and said,"Well, Gail….it's my job to meet all the concern possessor in this area and make sure they're protected. I know you're new here so we didn't annoyance coming by until you got your feet under you. But from the spirit of things, you've got a nice little byplay going on here."

I started sensing where this was going, and said,"What the shag'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 capable to run a clientele in my town without paying for my protective cover, did you ?"

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

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

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

Vinnie's middle started roaming up and down my soundbox, eventually landing on my rather large breasts. I was an attractive blonde…about 5'5"tall…with a squeamish human body, and 36DD booby, so I wasn't terribly surprised that he was focused on my tits. I was wearing a loose trying on crop top made of crinkly lycra, with an elastic neckline - no bra - and a flare-bottom dungaree bird that came to about mid-thigh. This outfit tended to emphasize my breasts, which was usually good for business and top, but wasn't nonpareil 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 palpate the edge of the bar pressing against my lower cover. I could feel the firmness of his protuberance in the strawman of his drawers as he leaned into me and I tried, unsuccessfully, to fight him away.

As he spoke, he reached out and placed one hand on the bound of the bar right next to me, and used the early script to squeeze one of my tit 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 fundament away and saw a shitty smile on his face, too, so I quickly figured that this was very, and that I really had no options….I definitely couldn't afford $ 1,000 per workweek. I might be capable to constitute $ 500 per week piece of work. Fuck, I hated where this was going.

Meanwhile, I had stopped trying to push Vinnie away…it wasn't working anyway…and he had pulled my unleash blouse down past my booby, so they were completely exposed….swaying in front man of me as he fondled and pawed them with one of his hired hand. With the other handwriting he unzipped his bloomers, pulled out his stiffening rooster and began stroking it and rubbing the bulbous tip against my bare stomach.

It didn't take long before he had pushed my skirt up past my hips and pulled my panties to the incline. I was still in a bit of electrical shock as he nudged my legs apart with his knee, then stepped in between them, lining the forefront of his dick up with my snatch before thrusting forward. He shoved the tip of his engorged prick into me…slowly at outset, but then picking up the pace the cryptical it went into my cunt. The system of weights of his eubstance against mine forced me to lean back against the bar with my elbows behind me for support. This gave him entire access to my naked, swinging bosom, as he plowed my vagina with his stiff shaft.

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

I grimaced and opened my middle so that they locked with his. With a disgustful grin plastered on his face, he stared at me as he pumped his pecker in and out of my pussy and squeezed my wobbling tits with both paw. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey, which was turning my tummy, but I didn't want to show fear or weakness, so I just stared vacantly into his oculus as he continued hammering away between my legs.

Still focused on my middle, Vinnies moaned and grunted as he plowed his dick into me over and over. After a few minutes, Vinnie caught his breath and mumbled,"Yeah….shit….you're fucking compressed as hell, Gail…. uhnnn…. uhnnn… fuck, yeah…."Then he released my tits and grabbed my pelvic arch as he slammed his glut cock oceanic abyss into my pussy, blasting several current of fond, awkward semen into my cunt…all the time staring into my eye while moaning his cigarette breath into my face.

Vinnie kept sliding his spent stopcock in and out of my vagina for another arcminute or two as he enjoyed his coming, then pulled it out of me with a ‘ plop ’. He took a step back, grabbed a couple of napkins from the counter, wiped off his glistening prick and left it dangling between his wooden leg as he tossed the used napkins onto the counter.

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

He glanced over at his henchman, and they shared a laugh at his trivial joke. Then he stuffed his cock back into his pants, pulled his zip fastener up and reached out to grab my boobs with both hands. He used his fingerbreadth and pollex to grab each nipple, pulling them toward him so that my tits extended away from my chest, then released them and watched my bosom swing back into place, swaying back and forth between us.

"See you side by side workweek, Gail,"he said, as he and his partner sauntered out the back door. Then with a backward wave he added,"And, seriously…you have a really nice post here."

I cleaned myself up and pulled all my clothes back into seat, then stood behind the bar and lamented this new developing. I had to turn over $ 500 every calendar week, which I could barely afford, and it looked like I was going to take in Vinnie's hammer inside me every workweek, as well. Goddamn it….this sucked ! And I couldn't see any way to avoid it.

The next week Vinnie came by again…same day, Lapp time… with that pillock slimy smile on his side and his manus out for the take. With a grimace, I told him the money was in my office, and we walked back there for me to pull it out of the safety. As I led him toward my office, I felt his paw solecism under my skirt and squeeze one ass impudence, 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 mitt away from under my bird, then sat in my office hot seat, spun it forward, and reached beneath my desk to open the dependable. As I spun my chairperson around to hand Vinnie the money, I saw that he had already unzipped his pants, 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 chair. With one bridge player he stroked his growing hard-on, with the other he reached inside my blouse and started massaging my knocker and pinching my pap. His prick was fully erect in no time, and he rubbed it against my rim, coaxing me to open my rima oris and devote him a blowjob.

I was taken a bit by surprise, but with a sigh of resignation, I opened up and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. I bobbed my pass back and Forth River on his celestial pole while running one of my hands up and down the shaft, hoping to boost a quick culmination. Still straddling my chairperson, Vinnie leaned even farther forward, supporting himself with his hands on either face of my head….which was now was pressed against the vertebral column of my death chair. He began rocking his hips and shoving his engorged cock deeper into my mouth, fucking my face like it was a kitty-cat, and ramming the tip of his dick against the back of my pharynx with every thrust. I struggled not to gag, but Vinnie clearly could not feature cared less…he just kept pounding his rigid terminal in and out of my lip like a piston.

Vinnie seemed to be enjoying himself, murmuring and grunting as he pounded his stiff 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 men, he slammed his dick into the cover 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 firm against the back of the chair, and I was forced to eat up as much of his lading 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 poking, Vinnie pulled his softening ray of light out of my oral cavity and left it dangling in front of my face as I struggled to get my breath.

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

With a frown and reeking center I leaned forward and sucked the psyche of his slimy prick into my mouth and used my lingua to pick it off, stroking out the last drop of cum with my handwriting, and then licking it off the tip of his putz. 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 seed from my chin and boobs. Vinnie grabbed his money, squeezed one of my dangling pap one last time, then walked out of my office, chuckling.

As he left, he called over his shoulder,"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 Jersey bar owner began.

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