I remember on one occasion back in the late 1980’s when I was working in a bar some people came in for a drink. Nothing very usual about that you might think afterall why else would people come into a bar except for a drink. But I was a bit annoyed at the time as it happened because it had been quiet all evening and when I’d rung the boss he’d said I could close early if business didn’t pick up. So I’d waited until it was about 10:30 and had the keys in my hand when then this lot walked in.

There were seven of them all together. There were a young couple that you couldn’t help but notice; a suntanned pretty boy youth with very white teeth and dressed in an expensive looking flannel suit. On his arm was a very beautiful blonde who was quite exquisite actually who was wearing some sort of chiffron dress that clung to her body like a second skin. She had the face of an angel and the body of a Greek Goddess. They don’t make them like that anymore I’m telling yer. You couldn’t help but stare at her open mouthed in wonder and disbelief. She literally glowed with loveliness.

There were two other couples in the group and with some discreet eavesdropping I learned that one was pretty boys mother and father and the other couple were pretty boy’s uncle and aunt. The spare wheel was an old family friend called Gordon. Apparently the exquisite blonde’s parents and their friends weren’t due to arrive until tomorrow morning. They all looked very well heeled and busting with health and vitality. The older women looked very attractive considering they must have been in their late 40’s at least and were very elegant in their evening dresses that weren’t quite as daring or revealing as the exquisite blonde’s. All the men looked very distinguised and exuded authority and carried themselves like men who were used to being obeyed and getting their way.

They sat down at the bar and ordered champagne. They were in high spirits and in a festive mood. and from what I could make out they were in town to celebrate the engagement of pretty boy to the exquisite blonde. The talk was loud and full of laughter as they swapped stories and jokes. Most of them were at expense of pretty boy but it was all very good natured and when they weren’t taking the mickey out of him they sang the praises of the exquisite blonde who smiled graciously as they paid homage to her beauty and piled their tribute around her feet. And like me these mature and distinguished looking older gentlemen men couldn’t take their eyes off her and pretty boy’s father was actually quite Free in taking liberties with her and never missed an opportunity to put his arms around her waist and pull her close to him. But it was all good harmless fun.

After about 30 minutes or so the MILF’s decided to call it a night and go back to the hotel as it was late and it had been a long day and they were tired. Pretty boy though was absorbed in the football match that was on TV and wasn’t going anywhere while the exquisite blonde wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet either and not surprisingly then these mature and distinguished looking older gentlemen decided to hang around as well for a bit longer. The exquisite blonde asked me what people did for fun around here. And all I could say was that; well, it was late on a Wednesday evening in March so…not much. She pouted prettily at this disappointing news.

So as I refilled their glasses I suggested that if they wanted to they could always have a game of pool in a small room we had at the back of the bar. The exquisite blonde seemed very excited at this idea because, she said; although she had no idea how to play she had always wanted to learn. She asked pretty boy but he was too engrossed in his football match. But that wasn’t a problem because the mature and distinguished older gentlemen would be more than willing to teach her. So they disappeared round the back taking their glasses with them and now it was just me and pretty boy. He never took his eyes off the TV screen and emptied his glass every time I filled it. After about fifteen or twenty minutes I walked to the little room at end of the bar and looked round to see if any of them wanted any more champagne.

I don’t think they heard me because they were all absorbed in teaching the exquisite blonde how to hold the cue. It was obvious these mature and distinguised older gentlemen were up to something. Pretty boy’s father was standing right behind her and trying to show her and in the process his hands were all over her. The other two just stood there watching closely. I went back to my station and the thought did occur to me that maybe I should alert pretty boy to what was going on back there but when I suggested that he might want to check on his girlfriend he ignored me. So I just refilled his glass and shrugged my shoulders. When the bottle was nearly finished I opened another and refilled pretty boy’s glass and decided that I might as well ask the pool players if they were thirsty.

But they were busy. Pretty boy’s father had bent the exquisite blonde face down over the pool table and was slamming his cock between her spread legs while the other two had pulled her arms out in front of her and were holding her firmly by the wrists. Pretty boy’s father might have been getting on in years but he was pounding the exquisite blonde with the energy of an eighteen year old. The exquisite blonde’s face was turned away from me so I couldn’t see her face but I assumed she had to be enjoying it afterall pretty boy’s father seemed to know what he was doing.

I popped back around to stand behind the bar and checked in on pretty boy but he was totally engrossed in the football match. I refilled his champagne glass and then disapeared around to the pool room again. The exquisite blonde was naked now and on her back with her head flopping off the edge of the pool table. Pretty boy’s uncle had his cock down her throat while Gordon was ravaging her Pussy. Pretty boy’s father meanwhile contented himself with mauling her quite beautiful breasts. She had a great body and the distinguished older gentlemen were having the time of their lives enjoying it. It was Gordon’s turn now for a blow job and he thurst his sizable cock down her throat as far as it would go and meanwhile pretty boy’s uncle was holding her legs up so that pretty boy’s father could sodomise her. It took a bit of doing and he had to smack her backside a few times before she would stop struggling but in the end he got his way.

I remember thinking as I watched the scene that these mature and distinguised older looking gentlemen seemed to have done this sort of thing before. They were methodical in the way they fucked this exqusite young blonde because each of them performed their alloted tasks with practised ease of men who had done this many times before; like hunters who after years of practice and experience had perfected the art of trapping and killing their prey. And now that the prey was at their mercy and helpless they were going to suck out and use everything until nothing but a raw husk was left.

I decided to make myself scarce and watch the end of the match with pretty boy I suddenly had the feeling that if they saw me watching they might do to me what they were doing to her. After what seemed like a long time the three mature and distinguished looking older gentlemen reappeared all in very high spirits. Pretty boy’s father gave his son a hearty clap on the shoulder and asked him what the score was. Apparently the match had gone into extra-time. Then they all sat down to watch the rest of the game all giving a running commentary on what was going on while they sipped their champagne.

Finally the exquisite blonde reappeared looking as fresh as a daisy and as cool as a cucumber. She gave pretty boy a peck on the cheek and apologised for taking so long in the bathroom. The match was decided by a penatly shootout in the end. Then they all finished their drinks settled the bill that included a very generous tip for me and walked out into the night.