The Rumpus Room


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The Rumpus Room

"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."



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