Joan got a phone call out of the blue; the local golf club needed someone to fill in temporarily at the bar. Was she available?

Joan only took a minute before replying, "Yes, I would love to help out at the club bar. What hours do you need me and what do I need to know about the position?"

The manager filled her in on all the details. "We need you from four to eight on Friday and Saturday night. You will be the only one working the bar, and you will cash out at the end of the evening and lock up. There is no particular uniform; wear what you feel comfortable in. During your shift, you'll be in charge of the club. Please take care of the customers and keep them satisfied with the club and your service."

Joan told her husband John about the job and all the details, even mentioning that she looked forward to the ogling and the attention they might give her. John thought it was a great idea, and he was looking forward to all the exciting details when she returned after a night as a bartender and hostess to these hot and horny golfers looking to blow off some steam after a round of frustrating golf. John even encouraged her to use all her talents. "I'm sure you know the more you tease and please these men, the larger the reward you will receive."

Joan's mind worked overtime with all the possibilities that could arise at the club, and most of her thoughts were about how she would make sure everyone felt comfortable while enjoying their time at the establishment.

The manager had mentioned that Joan's compensation depended on her popularity at the club. She wanted to attract patrons, and she thought of ideas on how to accomplish this, plus she would enjoy the attention. Joan loved interacting with good-looking men and making sure everyone was having a good time.

Joan spent all day Friday getting ready for her shift. She wanted just the right outfit, something sexy but not slutty. She wanted the patrons to feel comfortable talking with her; she knew that would bring her into their circles. She chose a tight-fitting button-up blouse, half unbuttoned and not tucked in, with a push-up bra, accenting her nice breasts, especially her nipples. She chose white short shorts with no underwear that showed off her tight ass and pussy. Nice red heels would be the final touch to her outfit.

Joan looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. She looked like a hot, confident bartender, ready to please her clients with their favorite drink and friendly conversation. Joan wanted to tease these friendly men at the golf club, hoping they would make suggestive remarks to her as the evening progressed. She would join in on any friendly banter while making her way around the room, serving drinks, and giving seductive views of her sexy figure.

Joan arrived early for her shift at the club; she wanted to make sure everything was in order, and a seductive mood enveloped the club as she adjusted the lighting and the music. She felt confident as she moved about the club, introducing herself to the few golfers who had already finished their round, passing herself around provocatively, making sure everyone had their favorite drinks.

The patrons quickly warmed up to her, making suggestive remarks to her as she worked the room. Most bartenders would do as she was doing for better tips, but Joan had a different goal in mind; she wanted to arouse and seduce these handsome, sweaty, alcohol consuming patrons.

The comments coming from the men got very suggestive, and Joan joined right in, teasing and flirting as she kept the drinks flowing. She even unbuttoned another button on her blouse, exposing the sides of her breasts. Joan could tell the men were getting aroused as they checked her out. She got very warm, as the lust built up inside of her, with the thought of what the attention could lead to going through her mind.

The crowd grew as the golfers finished their rounds of golf, but one table in particular paid a lot of attention to her, drawing her in close, making lewd comments, even touching her body when she was within reach. She played along, acting like the innocent new bartender who was just there to serve them in all ways.

Joan did not pull away as these men wrapped their arms around her waist, their hands even touching and caressing her ass. Joan replied, "You guys are going to get in trouble if you keep flirting with me. I don't think any of you have the balls to take action on your suggestive words and touching. You're not messing with a young, experienced chick here; I know I can satisfy all of your naughty thoughts. So don't play with fire unless you intend to address the heat rising from my body."

The table erupted in laughter, and more suggestive remarks followed, doubling down on their suggestive remarks. One patron even gave her a firm slap on her ass as she turned to get them more drinks. Joan gave a loud squeal and remarked, "You are naughty boys."

The whole room heard her reaction; she had everyone's attention. Joan just laughed and smiled as she made her way through the excited men, their hands touching her as she went back to the bar to get the drink order. She wondered where this sexual banter between her and these worked-up men would take her.

Joan arrived back at her favorite table with their drinks, as the sexual banter and touching continued. Joan even kidded that they had such big hard-ons, they would not be able to walk out of the club when it was time to leave. They then passed Joan a scribbled note on a score card. She picked up the note and read it with a big smile on her face.

The note was clear: "Meet us in the men's bathroom after closing, and we will take care of any doubts you may have about our intentions and ability to satisfy your hot ass."

Joan tucked the note into her now unbuttoned blouse, and with a seductive sway of her ass, she answered, "We will see. I still don't think you guys can live up to your naughty words; time will tell."

The whole club had been full of golfers, and Joan was kept very busy, not to mention that everyone wanted her attention; the mood in the club was filled with erotic excitement, and she was the reason.

As closing time neared and the club was slowly clearing out, her key table was still going strong; they weren't going anywhere. Joan brought them their last round of drinks along with a note on the tray. "If you guys really think you have what it takes to satisfy a real woman, I will see you in the bathroom after closing and give you a chance to prove you're not all words and no action."

As Joan turned and walked from the excited table, she stopped and, with a seductive wiggle of her ass, pulled her white shorts partway down her hips, just enough to reveal her ass cheeks and the crack in between them. The table went quiet for a second before a loud, leering cheer rang out.

Joan left her shorts slid halfway down her hips, teasing all the men left in the club as she cleaned up for the night and cashed out. Her tips were huge that night, over two thousand dollars, which excited her, but the thought of what was to come in the men's room filled her mind with erotic, excited thoughts. I am going to be fucking gang-banged by a group of extremely high married men in the filthy men's bathroom. I cannot wait.

Joan locked the doors and turned out the lights as she headed for the men's bathroom, where rowdy, lewd, suggestive voices were coming from. With her blouse unbuttoned, her wet shorts halfway down her hips and a naughty smile on her face, she swung the door open wide. There stood a half dozen men in their bulging briefs, their cocks begging to be released.

She walked in and was quickly surrounded by the wildly excited group of horny men, all wanting to fuck this hot bitch. They dropped their underwear to the damp floor and moved in, forming a tight circle around Joan, as they pushed her down until her knees touched the dirty, damp floor.

In unison, they yelled out, "Suck us bitch, take our cocks deep in your mouth, until you have licked and sucked them all. Then we are all going to take turns fucking the hell out of you, in that teasing ass and soaked cunt. We will watch your body writhe in orgasmic bliss, as we fuck and bathe you with our cum and piss. You will see and feel the excited wrath of our swollen cock and balls until you lie exhausted, covered in our juices on the bathroom floor."

God, their cocks oozing precum tasted oh so fucking nasty. I am such a naughty girl, and yet I want much more.

When the rowdy men decided they had enough cock sucking, they stripped off Joan's shorts and placed her on her hands and knees on the hard concrete floor, her ass and cunt now completely exposed, swinging in the air, begging to be fucked.

The horny men pushed and shoved, as each one wanted to be the first to fuck this sexy mature broad. With a loud shout and a shot of pain, a huge cock entered her tight ass; the gang bang was on, and Joan wanted it just as much as the horny men, ready to fuck her.

For the next hour or so, Joan was fucked unmercifully in both her ass and cunt. When they had deposited their load of seed deep inside of her, they would then make her suck them clean. Each cock was different, and she could feel the difference as they fucked her royally, rubbing and caressing the most sensitive parts of her body, deep inside her ass, cunt, and lips. They then took special pleasure as they sprayed warm piss all over her glistening body.

It was pure heaven for Joan; she could not get enough of this rowdy gang bang fuck and piss. Joan exploded in animalistic orgasms time after time; she never came down from the extreme high as they fucked her and sprayed their warm piss all over her body. She could not get enough.

She finally collapsed, her excited breasts pressing into the piss-covered floor, her heart beating fast and her breath coming in gasps. Slowly Joan came down from her extreme high. The room was quiet as she opened her eyes. All the gang-banging men were gone. She was alone, her body covered in cum and piss, her cunt ass and lips drooling their cum.

Slowly, as her whole body ached, she sat up and found her piss-covered shorts and blouse and pulled them on. Joan felt so naughty, but oh so good. She got to her feet and found a hose so she could wash down the bathroom floor. She did not want to leave a mess; she wanted to work at the club again.

She checked that everything was put away and locked up. As she walked from the club, a breeze blew against her piss soaked cum stained body. It felt so good. Her mind was already thinking about her cuckold husband waiting for her at home; if he only knew what shape she was coming home in. John would lick her clean and then fuck her oozing cunt and ass. She knew he loved being a cuckold to his sexy wife, and would not be disappointed in her condition or needs.

They both loved this naughty side of her, and she would describe her bathroom fuck, as he did what he did best: licking, sucking, and fucking his gang-banged wife.