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The Rumpus Room (MF)
By Rick Jordan (address defunct)

A hot tiring day at work, a cool dark bar and an 
encounter not soon forgotten. (MF, cons)

"He's an asshole," I thought as I drove down Imperial 
Highway on the way home. I didn't deserve the ass-
chewing the boss gave me, but there was nothing I could 
do. Bush is sending the economy in the toilet and I 
need the job.

I saw the Rumpus Room bar out of the corner of my eye. 
I'd passed it a hundred times back and forth to work 
but had never stopped. It looked a little seedy from 
the outside--we used to call it the Rum Puss Room in my 
drinking days--but I wanted a beer and maybe a game of 
pool to help me forget being reamed.

Inside the air was cool, but had the sour smell of 
cigarettes and spilled drinks. My kind of place. I 
grabbed a stool at the bar and signaled the bartender. 
Her bleached blonde hair glowed blue in the neon light 
of the beer sign behind the bar. Somehow she had 
stuffed about 200 pounds into an ancient costume from a 
defunct Playboy Club. She laid down a cocktail napkin 
and looked at me expecting an order.

"Bud," I said. I wasn't in a great mood and the less 
said the better. She waddled off to the cooler for my 
beer. I threw 2 bucks on the bar for her return. The 
bar was deserted except for me and a couple of chubby 
bar girls over in a dark corner. I couldn't make them 
out to well in the dim light, and soon ignored them.

I'm not big on country music, but the drawled sad song 
playing on the juke box seemed to fit my mood. I faced 
the bar and stared into my drink.

I felt her soft hands on my shoulders gently but firmly 
squeezing out the day's tension. She pushed her large 
cushy tits into my back. I came in to be alone, but the 
light smell of her perfume and womanhood made me forget 
why. Every problem I had in the world seemed to melt 
away under her practiced massage.

"You are really stiff!" she said, giving me a little 
shake. I looked over my shoulder at her wondering how 
she could see the massive hard-on she had aroused. 
Realizing what she had said she laughed. "I meant your 
shoulders."

She was a big woman like the bartender. In fact, all 
the women working in the bar were large. She was much 
prettier and younger, though, probably in her early 
20's. Her carefully styled natural blonde hair 
contrasted sharply with the teased dry tangle of the 
bartender.

"I'm Carol."

"Rick. Nice to meet you," I said wishing I had a better 
way with words.

"Do you want to go over in the corner?" she said 
pointing to the darkest part of the club. "We would be 
more comfortable."

As we approached the dark corner, the two bar girls 
stood up without really looking at us and moved to a 
booth. I sat on the long vinyl bench. Carol stood in 
front of me between my legs. I reached up, put my hands 
on her hips and really looked at her for the first 
time.

She dressed better than the other bar girls who looked 
more like strippers or hookers. Her red blouse was 
unbuttoned almost to her navel revealing a sheer red 
bra. The bra offered some support, but barely any cover 
for her enormous breasts, leaving half of her pink 
pebbly aureole exposed at the top. She wore a black 
mini-skirt that carefully followed her ample curves 
without being stretched out of shape.

She put her hands on mine that were still on her hips 
and used them to hike her skirt up a few inches. Red 
panties completed the outfit, so sheer that even the 
light blonde hair of her pussy showed through the 
fabric. As my eyes took in her magnificent full figure, 
I saw her smiling, obviously pleased with the effect 
she was having on me.

She kneeled on the bench, straddling my legs, and 
pushed those huge melons in my face. I could barely 
breathe. When I could, I deeply inhaled her 
intoxicating aroma. Carol leaned back and popped both 
breasts out of her skimpy bra. Supporting them from 
underneath, she ran her thumbs over her swelling 
nipples.

I tried to lean forward and capture one of those 
luscious nipples for myself, but she kept them just out 
of reach. When she had teased me enough, she put one 
hand on the seat back behind me, held one of her tits 
firmly and leaned toward me until I had the nipple in 
my eager mouth. I sucked on it greedily while Carol 
looked on.

My cock throbbed and strained in my pants. Carol eased 
her body down until her pussy touched me. I could feel 
her hot cunt lips parting for me behind the veil of her 
panties. I grabbed her huge round butt and pulled her 
crotch against my swollen cock as hard as I could. When 
I relaxed my grip, she slid her juicy snatch the length 
of my cock, first slowly, then increasingly more rapid. 
She was obviously as turned on as I was.

I could feel her slit and her puffy lips clearly 
through my thin jogging pants. I was glad they were 
black because her pussy soaked the front of my pants 
with warm juices. I wanted to look down and watch that 
glorious pussy working back and forth, but she held my 
face firmly between her sweaty fragrant tits.

There wasn't much for me to do, but enjoy her. Her 
fleshy cleavage wedged my head in place, and her mass 
pinned my hips to the sticky vinyl bench. She continued 
her rhythmic humping, but had begun to shudder 
uncontrollably as well. When she came she bore down so 
hard on my cock I expected it to be forced into in her 
pussy, clothing and all. Then she relaxed and gently 
nuzzled her lips against my ear.

She leaned down and kissed me. The way she plunged her 
tongue down my throat I knew that we were not done. She 
expertly pulled down the front of my jogging suit and 
freed my swollen cock. The waistband pushed at the base 
of my balls. I was a little concerned that someone 
would see, but a quick look around convinced me that 
nobody was really paying any attention to us.

Carol didn't seem to be concerned at all about others 
in the bar. She turned around on my lap with her back 
to me. She reached under and pulled her wet panties to 
one side. With her other hand she guided my dick into 
her dripping cunt and slid down until her tight hole 
consumed me. With my balls held high by the waistband, 
she was at first sitting on them, but it was not 
painful. 

Eventually, they slipped up between her slippery wet 
thighs in snug security.
Carol's weight prevented me from thrusting upward, but 
it didn't matter as she took complete control. She 
rocked her glorious ass back and forth on my thighs 
causing my cock to slide in and out of her juicy twat 
with no effort on my part at all. When she would tire 
of the rocking, she would just sit there and suck on my 
swollen shaft with her strong love muscles. She would 
suck and suck until I began to groan, then just before 
I could cum, she would relax.

The increased wetness from her pussy told me I was 
ejaculating a small amount just before she stopped to 
prevent a full blown orgasm. This happened several 
times and is the closest I ever came to experiencing a 
woman's multiple orgasms.

We continued fucking for what seemed like forever. I 
watched the other two bar girls absent-mindedly 
fondling each other and wondered what it would be like 
to fuck them next. Carol continued to milk my throbbing 
cock oblivious to anything else. When I thought I could 
not stand anymore, I felt her throbbing, vibrating 
orgasm clench my dick and I came in an instant. All the 
pent up cum and juice in her pussy gushed back on me 
soaking my balls and my pants with hot sap.

Carol lay back against me and I put my arms around her 
waist and hugged her to me. She pulled away and turned 
around to face me, settling that hot wet pussy down 
once again on my grateful cock. Smothering me in her 
creamy tits, she carefully pulled up the front of my 
jogging suit to cover my recovering dick. She kissed me 
affectionately and climbed off.

I watched her admiringly as she tugged her mini-skirt 
down over her big round ass and buttoned her silk 
blouse, then retreated to the Ladies' Room clean up. I 
chose the Men's Room.

Pussy juice and cum soaked my pants. I wiped at it with 
a damp paper towel, but that only seemed to make it 
worse by adding paper lint to the mess. I was thankful 
for the dim lighting when I went back into the bar.

I looked around for Carol, but she wasn't there. I sat 
down at the bar for another beer to wait for her. No 
doubt she was in the john facing similar cleanup 
problems herself. I finished off the beer and she still 
hadn't shown. I signaled to the bartender for another 
beer.

"What happened to Carol," I asked when the bartender 
came with my drink.

"Who?"

"Carol. You know, the girl in the miniskirt that was 
with me over in the corner."

"She left."

"Well...when will she be back? When does she work?"

"How should I know? She doesn't work here. She only 
came in to use the Ladies Room."

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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