Chapter 9
"I'm gonna pick you up again," Bobby Ray said to me, as he wrapped his arms around my body.
When he said that, I tossed my legs around his ass and clutched onto his back again, just as I had done the previous time when he had carried me to the pool table.
It was thrilling. His cock was stuffed all the way inside my cunt and the two of us were firmly locked together as he carried me.
This time I didn't feel any trepidations in his powerful arms. If he had managed to keep his stiff dick in my pussy while carrying me down the stairs, he could certainly manage me right there at the bar as he walked along.
"How about on top of the bar?" he asked me with a wicked smile on his face.
It wasn't easy to coordinate. It had actually become a challenge for the two of us to move around without his cock ever leaving my pussy. I stepped up onto the footrest of the bar as he lifted me a little bit off the floor.
Soon I was on top of the bar and he was on top of me. Since he was lying flat on top of me, his cock was in my pussy at a completely different angle from the one that he had used when he had been standing next to the pool table and I was lying on it.
He pressed his dick all the way into me and rubbed back and forth so that his pubic hair crackled against my pussy hair once more.
Then he began to ram his cock in and out of my hot cunt. His powerful, hairy chest was crushing down my breasts and I began to run my hands up and down the tattoos that were on his arms.
Somehow the presence of the tattoos made the muscular arms look even stronger. On his left arm there was a bull that represented his astrological sign and on his right arm there was a silly little cartoon character.
That tattoo on the right arm was intriguing because it made me start to wonder what nonsensical escapade it represented. But there was little time for me to be concerned about that as the cock kept on ramming in and out of my pussy.
This time it was his flared cock head that was rubbing against the delicate flesh around my clit and causing wild excitement to rush up and down through my body.
I was actually wriggling around on top of the bar and I could feel the cock that was sending such wild chills through me.
Looking up at Bobby's face, he pressed his lips down against mine. His mouth was already opened and I opened my mouth. I could feel his black moustache against my lips and I could feel his thick and coarse tongue as it was rubbing against my tongue.
Our two tongues were soon playing together and were locked in a hot combination. Then he pushed my tongue back into my mouth and began to flick his tongue back and forth.
This playful movement was even more exciting because he was flicking his tongue across my tongue at the same tempo that he was fucking my hot pussy.
As I felt the satisfying thrills of the fucking, I was already looking around the place and trying to determine where we would fuck next.
Then he slammed his cock all the way into my hot hole and I could feel the gism that was splashing in against my delicate flesh and causing my pussy to react in another series of spasms that were even more powerful than the first.
Slowly, the sweaty bartender began to slide his cock out of my hot hole. When it pulled free I sighed with relief, but I felt a strange disappointment as if I were being deprived of something that I needed. I knew that that was exactly what had happened.
He jumped off the bar and reached up to help me as he said, "I think that we need a rest."
I got off the bar also and then he walked around to the back of the bar, still naked, and said, "Drinks are on the house for this crowd."
"That's an offer that I can't refuse!" I said as I leaned against the bar.
He took the big bottle of white wine and looked at me as he said, "This is the way that I imagined us being every time that I poured you a glass of white wine."
"Naked?" I asked, as I watched him pouring my wine.
Nodding his head, he asked, "Would you like me to stir your drink, ma'am?"
"Stir my drink?" I asked with a laugh. "It's only wine!"
He brought the drink down to the level of his cock and then he splashed his long dong around in the chilly liquid. As he handed me the glass I smiled and brought it to my lips.
"I could use a little of that too," he said.
"A little?" I asked, not sure what he meant or what he was referring to.
"Your lips look so good," he said, taking my hand.
I got off the barstool and walked along the side of the bar. Then I went around to the inside of the bar where he was. There, surrounded by the bottles and glasses and the ice machine, I fell to my knees and faced his dick.
There was a wooden mat on the floor that allowed spilled things to spill right through. My knees were pressed down against the wood as I brought my lips to the bartender's thick tool.
My lips were soon pressing down against the very base of his cock. I could feel his hairy balls rubbing against my chin and I could feel the thick base pulling my lips apart.
Then I pulled away from his dick and said, "I have to use the restroom. Excuse me."
I went into one of the back toilets and I locked the door. It was strange. I had used this room so often, but this was the first time that
I had ever come into it naked. I also wondered why I had even bothered to lock the door since Bobby and I were the only people who were there in the locked up bar.
When I was just finishing up in the toilet and washing my hands, I heard a noise at the door and I heard the handle turning. I was filled with a sudden fear. I was naked.
"Bobby?" I called out. "Is that you, Bobby?"
The door opened wide and Bobby was standing there holding the key to the door lock in one hand and holding his cock in the other hand.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked, smiling in relief.
He slammed the door shut and said, "Imagine that you went to use the toilet and the manager of the place, who had a key to the toilet lock, managed to get in and keep you in there. He had already pulled all your clothes off and he was going to fuck you right there by the toilet bowl and sink!"
Simply listening to him talk was all that I needed to make my pussy lips burn with passion. I reached down to rub my cunt and said, "I guess that I'm not good at playing out a rape fantasy. But I can try, if you want me to."
"Why aren't you good at rape fantasies?" he asked as he pressed his body against mine.
"I have a hard time pretending that I don't want it!" I said, as I felt him pushing me down onto the seat of the toilet and pressing his body on top of me.
"Come on!" he said, pulling my body up and trying to figure out what position we should use for fucking in this confined area. Then Bobby grasped my rounded hips in his large and hot hands. He spun me around so that I was facing the toilet and then he pushed me forward so that I was bent at the waist.
His finger brushed up against the furry slit that was between my thighs. I spread my thighs wide apart so that he could really press into me.
Then he plucked his finger out of my hole and I could feel something much thicker that was pushing against the supple and spongy flesh of my cunt.
Even though I had already had two orgasms in succession, I was steaming hot and I really craved having the dick shoved into my slit. I could feel the thick cock head jutting in and slipping through the tight opening. Then I could feel the shaft of the dick sliding the rest of the distance into the hot hole.
My pussy flesh was so well lubricated with all of the pussy juice and cock cream that had spilled in it during the last two fuckings that it was a simple matter for Bobby to push his dick all the way into my inflamed hole.
The head of his cock slammed up and seemed to be leaving an indentation against some vital organs inside of me and his balls were slapping against my cunt lips.
He began to pull his cock head slowly out of my hot slit and I could feel the thrill of the flesh that was standing on end. It felt like all of my pussy hairs were frizzing out.
Then he started to fuck me very slow and easy. It was thrilling. When he pushed all the way into my pussy I could feel his balls swinging and slapping against me. I was surprised that his testicles weren't already numb from the number of times that he had fucked me.
But his cock was as rigid as ever and my pussy slit was as hot as ever as he moved in and out at a steady pace. I was panting. I wanted more. I needed more.
And I am certain that Bobby knew the way I felt. In a quiet voice, he said, "Do you still want to get fucked even after all the fucking we did?"
"Yes!" I cried out, hoarsely, as I looked over my shoulder at the man.
"In that case I'm really gonna fuck you!" he cried out.
He began to slam it into me with so much vigor and wild abandon that it was as if he had not fucked me before. He had to grab onto my hips with his hands because he was pushing so hard against my body and he wanted to hold me in place.
I could feel his cock all over my body. It is one thing to simply feel a cock in my pussy. But in the case of this fucking session, I could feel the cock's movements emanating out and sending thrills to all the different parts of my body.
He just kept fucking me and there were times when I felt like I was floating in time and space. There is no drug that is as effective as a hot fuck in my pussy.
There is no way that I can say how long that fuck lasted. Since we had both already cum twice before neither of us was anxious to reach orgasm. We both wanted to enjoy the sensation of the moist friction as his dick kept on moving inside my pussy.
Then I heard Bobby cry out at the top of his voice and I knew that something was happening. He slammed his cock all the way into me and I could feel his balls rolling up against my thighs.
I knew that his testicles were moving closer to his body to seek refuge as they sent the load of flaming cock juice up the length of his fuck-pole.
A moment later and his cock was shooting gism up my pussy. Bobby's body was frozen in place. He was not moving a muscle and between us nothing was moving except for the wild spasms of his cock inside of my wildly spasming pussy.
It was as if the cock the cunt had taken on lives of their own and they were having a great time together. Bobby and I were both drenched in sweat by the time he pulled out of me.
"Wow!" I said, turning around and putting my arms around him. I licked some of the sweat from his neck and then licked up to the side of his handsome face.
"Hey, babe," Bobby said as he stepped away. "I don't want you to get hung up on me.
I started to laugh and the laugh was loud and raucous. He was just staring at me and finally he said, "What's so fuckin' funny?"
Sitting down on the toilet seat, I shook my head and said, "The one thing that you don't have to worry about is my getting hung up on you or on anybody!"
"What do you mean?" he asked as he sat down naked on the floor across from me.
"Bobby, there's nothing I want more in the world than to have a lover, but. . . " Then I corrected myself by saying, "The only thing that I want more than to find the right man who would love me is to have thick cocks shoving up my pussy all the time."
He laughed a little and I added, "As for finding a guy who would be my lover, I'm a grown up now and I don't have any fantasies about that."
"No fantasies at all?" he asked in a knowing way that only bartenders have.
I paused and then lied, "No! None at all. I just want to have whatever pleasure I can have!"
"Terrific," he said, rubbing his hand on my knee.
I tilted my head and said, "In fact I had even started to get suspicious of your motives. I started to wonder if you weren't flirting with me simply so that you could keep me coming back to this bar and buying more and more booze from you!"
"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked, his black eyebrows raising high.
"I noticed that there are a lot of attractive girls coming into the bar these days," I said.
"Are you saying. . . " he began as he started to stand up from the floor.
I got up from the toilet and put my hand over his mouth as I said, "You've done okay by me, Bobby. That's the only thing that matters."
He kissed me softly on the cheek and then I added, "I used to think that a lot of things were important, but now I'm starting to see that there are problems in life that I simply cannot deal with. The only thing I can deal with is the present!"
"And what do you want in the present?" he asked me as he took my hands.
I reached down for his cock that was dangling down between his legs and I began to play with the soft thing. He laughed and said, "I promised you three times and I did that!"
"But I told you that I would take care of the fourth one!" I said, with a meaningful look.
Leading the handsome and hairy stud by the hand, I brought him toward the bar. Looking around the deserted room I knew that I would have the thrill the next time that I was there, simply knowing all of the things that I had done inside of the bar.
"You want me to get up on the bar?" he asked me.
I nodded and said, "I'll take care of everything from there!"
With a shrug of his shoulders, the handsome bartender climbed onto the bar and got down on his back. I climbed on top of him and began to work on his dick.
It wasn't the easiest thing in the world, since his cock had been drained three separate times, but with the use of my educated mouth and tongue and my talented hands, he began to get another hard-on that amazed even him.
Licking at his balls and slobbering at the sweat that was locked between his legs, I could tell that he was getting increasingly excited.
When his cock was standing perfectly erect, I squatted over the head of the hard dick and I pressed it firmly against the wrinkled lips of my pussy.
He gasped as he felt the cunt lips clasping at his cock head. Then I began to slide down the length of the hard fuck-pole and I could feel it spreading apart the warm cunt flesh.
"Are you always this hot?" the astounded bartender asked as my ass cheeks slammed down against his balls and pressed against the hairy flesh.
I squeezed my pussy lips around the thick shaft of his dick, to give added emphasis as I said, "Yes, Bobby! I am always this hot! And I plan to make the most of it as often as I can with as many men as I can!"
"In that case," he began as he felt my pussy lips sliding up the thick shaft of his hard-on. "I sure hope that you keep on coming into this bar!"