Fucked Hard By My Husband, For Crawling On The Bar Where I Worked

Back years ago, I worked in a gentlemen's club. It was very different than any bar or club I ever worked in. I should say it was kinda undergroundish. Only men and you had to belong. Us girls wore pasties and g-strings to dance in.

There was another way we dressed if we wanted extra money. I should say, didn't dress. We would get completely naked and crawl around the bar in front of the men. If you decided to "crawl the bar" as we called it, the men were allowed to touch you and more.

Most girls did it for the extra money they could make. It was your decision if you chose to do it or not. If you did, you could make a ton of money.

We had security outside an inside our place so, we girls felt very safe. The men usually followed the rules. The seats at the "crawl bar" were specifically for the men to pay extra to the girls for the right to touch them. The men were also allowed to stroke their dicks at the bar, if they had on a condom.

We did have a few rooms in the back for more personal time with the men. It would cost them more of course. But, that was an option only the girl made, if she wanted to make more money. I have to tell you I made a lot of money working there, a lot of money. The men have to wear condoms if fucking or sucking occurs back there, as well.

I was married an that's a whole other part of this story. But, back at the bar, "the crawl bar", I would work it often. I loved all the money I made doing it. A girl would crawl on her hands and knees in front of the men. They would lay money down and she would pause in front of them so they could touch her.

They were allowed to touch her anywhere. They were allowed to finger her pussy or ass with three fingers maximum. They couldn't get on the bar. There was a 5 minute time limit to each stop she made. They were allowed to talk trash to her. Many men would jack of while they fingered her.

She would go the length of the men at the bar then, go back if they or she wanted them to, depending on how busy we were. I loved working the "crawl bar".

I've had men finger my pussy an ass while they stroke their dicks and tell me what they would do to me if they got me alone. I've had them call me a slut, whore, cunt and any other nasty name they could as they stuck their fingers in me. I have gone to the back rooms before, several times in fact. Depending on the man an if I was interested in fucking him, I'd go back.

They weren't allowed to kiss us. I was glad of that. They also had to clean their hands with a disinfectant foam we had as you entered the crawl space. Also, on the bar for before and after the girl was touched. And condoms were right in front of the guys in a little drop down drawer. It was the most interesting place I ever worked, not to mention profitable.

Now, back to my husband. I met him at the bar. I was working there when I met him. So, he knew that was my job and how it worked. But, we got married anyway. He knew I wasn't gonna quit working before we got married. I made that clear because, it was just too much money. He went along with it.

I had several hundred thousand dollars saved. But, I wasn't able to retire. I was only 21 an hopefully, I'd live a long time. So, I needed a lot of money. And my husband, Drew knew this.

But the thing was, he was so jealous. He would take his jealousy out on me when I got home. He'd ask me a ton of questions, wanting to know what all I had done to me that night. He fucked me every night I got home. It was very exciting and when I realized he wasn't gonna kill me during sex, I didn't even mind his rough passionate jealousy.

He always made me cum during sex an it felt good seeing and feeling his passion about me. A typical night would be me coming in an him in bed waiting for me, naked with a hard on. I'd walk in and he'd say, "How was your night baby?"

"It was great honey, how was yours?" "Lonely and missing you." I'd go to the bed and he'd remove my pasties. He'd kiss and suck on my titties, squeezing them to his face, as I stood there. He'd stick his fingers in my pussy and say, "How many men has been in here tonight baby?"

I'd say, "Too many to count." He'd jerk me down hard on the bed and ram his dick in me. He'd ask, "Was a dick in here too?" "Yes, I'm afraid there were two dicks in me tonight." He would fuck me and squeeze my titties, twist my nipples just to hurt me. "Oh baby, were you made to suck their dicks?" "Yes baby, of course."

"Oh, you fucking slut, did you make them cum?" "I did honey and then they fucked my pussy." "Did you make them put another condom on?" "Yes, I put it on myself baby." "Was their dick big, bigger than mine?" "I'm afraid they were honey." "Fuck you, you trashy whore." "You loved getting fucked by a bigger dick than mine, didn't you?" "Oh Drew, it felt amazing but, they're not you an I don't love them."

Drew had an eight inch dick and was nice and thick, I had no desire of having anything bigger. He satisfied me completely. It just turned him on so much when he knew it was bigger than his. I don't know why men think all women want a huge monster dick. All of us don't. If too big, it hurts. Drew always ask if anybody fucked my ass in the back rooms.

He would call me a slut and tell me how much he loved me, fucking for a living. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll think my dick is ten inches long. He did to.

He would pound me, ask me who messed with my ass and how many fingers did they put in me. Whatever I told him he would stop fucking me and slide two fingers in my ass and rub my clit with his other hand. He would make me cum before he fucked me anymore, all the while talking trash to me, calling me names and telling me how turned on other men fucking me made him.

I loved the things he did and said to me. He would tell me how jealous he gets sitting here while I'm at work getting fingered, fucked, touched and stared at by men all night. He said his dick stays hard waiting for me to get home. Then, when I do, he wants to fuck me so hard, it makes him want to hurt me.

One night, a gentleman got a little too drunk, picked up his beer bottle and slid it in my pussy. He was sliding it in an out of me. Security addressed him immediately. I didn't over react, I stayed calm because, I knew I would be protected. Drew almost cum when I told him that. He had to pause fucking me.

I never realized just how different some mens fingers were until, I crawled the bar. Some are thin, some are normal and some are thick, very thick. It was most noticeable when they fingered my ass. I have had men make me cum fingering me. They would hit my g-spot or rub my clit just right. Sometimes it embarrassed me a little especially, if they noticed.

One guy made me cum an when he ask for me to go back in the room, I went. He rang my bell so many times when he fucked me, I didn't want him to leave. I felt like I needed to go take a shower after he was finished with me. I was covered in sweat and my own cum. I actually went in the back with him on three different occasions.

I had noticed, whenever I got home, the more money I put on the dresser made Drew fuck me harder. He would say, "Busy night I see, a lot of fingers and back rooms baby?" I'd smile and say, " Yes, baby, I'm still
working for us an our retirement." He would stroke his dick and say, "I hope you can take just one more tonight." "Look at my dick, it's so hard for you, you little slut."

"I'll make time for you." "I can't pay but, I can cum a lot an I'm gonna give you what all those men can't." "And, what would that be?" "Real cum in you an on you." "I'm gonna fill you mouth when I cum in it." "Then, I'm gonna fuck your pussy an I'm not sure if I'll cum in your pussy or your ass." "But, one thing for sure, you're gonna know you were fucked and filled with cum."

When he talked like that to me, it turned me on so much. My pussy would twitch and contract when he was talking an I wanted him to be rough with me and take whatever he wanted from me. He would get in a mood where he would slap my titties, pussy an ass so hard, it made me cum sometimes. He knew it and he would keep doing it until I cum.

No big dicked man could do with his dick what Drew did to me with the things he did. He never had a reason to think I'd want anyone else. He's even come into the bar an watched me work, since we were married. He loves watching the men finger fuck my pussy an ass.

He even sits at the crawl bar and jacks off watching them up close. Only a two people know he's my husband. He pays for me to stop in front of him an one night he got so horny, he ask me to go to one of the rooms. I said yes, of course. An I didn't allow him to wear a condom. He fucked me with the hardest dick I've ever known him to have.

He said it was from watching other men touch me. He loved me smiling at them while I let them touch and fingered my pussy an ass. He loved how excited the men got and how hard they pumped their dick while doing things to me. I enjoyed him telling me these things, some of which an never saw.

But, I love my job considering, how much money I make. There's no way I could make even an eighth of the money I make anywhere else. As long as I can do this work, I will. Drew an I are very happy despite how jealous he feels. He's learned how to deal with it through me. An, I love it.