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It’s said that the oldest profession in the world is prostitution, but these stories aren’t about that. These stories involve the world’s second oldest profession, being a bartender. Bartenders have been around for as long as mankind have learned how to make booze to dull effects of ones sins but how the truth often comes out with a few under the belt. In my opinion however, they’ve also been known as counselors, lonely hearts advisors, lovers lament ear drains and that good old shoulder to cry on and on rare occasions, we are more then 3 or 4 heads faster then a wise man.

If you’ve been a bartender long enough, you start to realize that you’ve heard it all. Stories of one night stands, emotional breakdowns, cheaters and cheat’s and confessions. People go to the bar more often then they go to church which is why people after confessing their sins to the bartender and having enough nectar of the gods, end up praying to the patron saint of the bar, the porcelain god. ah, blessed is the victors themselves as equal to the thieves at the holy bar. So many fall to their knees vowing never again and gods oath etc. Yet next week will be back rather then go to their local pastor or minister and so on. why?

This story involves the author who has had experience bartending and has heard all these stories so this will be a different kind of story, one that breaks the forth wall and addresses the audience directly. Some of these stories are from first hand experience, thefts, blue collar office fraud, criminal case law hi-jix and others, however are stories I’ve heard from other bartenders that I consider friends and have let me into their world and told me their stories.

The setting for this takes place in a kind of bar that you may think of. On the outside it looks like your regular upper establishment businessmen’s bar. On the inside are polished tables for you to order your after office, a bar to sit at and watch the races or sport (did I mention this was a gay bar?) or the local show girls team. You of course have the regular patrons and the passerby’s who are sitting their checking their phones, or talking with the person next to them. However, first and foremost you have your bartender, your counselor and, dare I say, your priest if you catch my meaning, ah the confessional or confidant moe’s the word, yeh?

It’s a confidentiality thing but I think you get the idea; then cease the hangover complaints later, and desist me as not your carer or minder as I am not responsible for any issues you may run into.

Thanks for reading this and enjoy! be careful who you drink with and what you confess in the early hours of drunken stupor.

ps. I hope to get promoted to another finer establishment in management for an international hotel one day and then you see a whole new ball game of confessionals with all the dirty linen as well.

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I am a crossdresser and love to dress up in women’s lingerie and act like a sl#t. I met 2 Lesb#ans and got to watch them having s#x with each other. I think they enjoyed being watched. They even used a strap-on and were doing it to each other.

After a while, they asked if I liked to be t****** and I said sure. They expertly bound, gagged, and blindfolded me to the bed in the motel room. They said it was time I learned what it was like to be used like a real woman. I thought this is fun and k****, and then I felt one of them pull down my undies and lubed me up. They were planning to peg me. Then I felt the biggest toy they had pushing against my hole and I new what was next. Sure enough, she pushed it deep inside of me and started riding me and thrusting. I heard them with a camera taking video and pics of each of the girls p****** me.

Then I heard a knock at the door, and people talking. They invited a couple of guys they knew and told them they could use me as well. Before long I felt one of them slide inside of me. He was also kind of big, and not wearing a condom it seemed. He asked the girls if he should fill me up, and the giggled and said yes of course and he released his load… Within a few minutes, the next guy was behind me and pumping away. I could hear the camera and more video and pics… I was getting sore as they were thrusting hard and deep and the girls just laughed…

When the 2nd guy was done, one of the girls said it is my turn and inserted a toy that was at least 3-4″ longer and very thick around, like a coke can… everyone was laughing as they applied more lube and forced it inside of me. I was full of s**** from the other two guys, which acted like lube all over the giant toy. Remove the gag she said, and she pulled the toy out covered in s**** and lube, and she forced it in my mouth and told me to lick and s*** it clean…

I was told to write down my experiences, and now I have to send it to the two Lesb#ans that f#cked my a** and invited others to use me…