As I stepped through the door at Rumps, I stopped and stared. I was virtually alone with her.
I found myself appreciating the highlights coming off her tawny skin. She had been firmly fixed in place so she couldn’t budge, and there were marks from her earlier use by others, each one a kind of badge of honor.
But before I started in on her, I stopped to survey the wreckage left by last night’s party here at Rumps. Not only were there empty bottles, glasses, leftover food and plates strewn everywhere, plus tables overturned, but there were…bodies. Lots of them. More than usual, I mean. Rumps is frequently a mess, but last night…well, there was a private party that the cops raided. The bodies must have been those who found hidey-holes, and stayed there until the cops left, then crept out and re-started the orgy.
There weren’t a lot of clothes, but there were a lot of snores. I was reminded of a Hogarth wood cut: a scene of horror indeed, especially considering the condition of some of the bodies! I was forced to turn away from some of them, not by any sense of modesty, but by having my breakfast threaten to revolt.
I had heard that those who had been taken away in paddy wagons had been bailed out. We’re all convinced that the DA set this up to cover up his personal indiscretions, but…well, we’ll see what happens when the case reaches court.
I left the party early, before the cops came because of a headache – and am just as glad I did. I missed out on the threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes, but I did get a couple of blow jobs, and managed to spit-roast a woman I’ve been lusting after for months, while still missing out on a night in the hoosegow.
But now I see an opportunity that I can’t resist. In all the fuss…well, SHE had been overlooked…and now I wanted to take advantage of the situation.
I walked over and patted her, fondling her sensuous warmth in my hand.
“I guess it’s time to for me to get a crack at you, sweetheart. There’s no one else around, and no one to stop me. So, what do you say, hmmm?” I rubbed my hand slowly up and down her flanks. I know I’d have to explain why I did it…eventually…especially as I had never had an opportunity to play with her before. But this morning, I did…and I was not going to miss out on the chance to do something I had always fantasized about.
She made no reply…but then, she was totally unable to speak or move, even so much as to twitch. She had been left this way in all the fuss last night, and looked a mess this morning, so I decided to make her somewhat more presentable before I started.
I cleaned up some of last night’s crud, then carefully washed her, deliberately using cold water. It made her cool to the touch, but she couldn’t complain.
I shook my bag at her. “So, do you want a full load, or just half?” I smirked, then waited, but, once again, got no answer. “Full load it is, then.”
I carefully inserted the tip, and slowly at first, then with a strengthening stream, started to fill her. It took some time, but when I was done, I shook the end to avoid getting drops on the floor. My muscles shook slightly from holding, and from the excitement of what was to come.
The morning load is always just a bit of a challenge, especially after all the celebrating that took place did last night – although she never talks about being used by so many people.
Finally, I pulled out the machine and felt vibrations all along the plank where she had been fixed. I packed her full, locked her down tight, and turned her on.
Now, finally, she started to make some noise, a kind of a gurgling sound that I thoroughly enjoyed. I could hardly wait until she was hot and ready.
I placed my hand on her side again, and felt a tremor go through her, and she churned and roiled inside as she got hot.
Finally, I heard her panting, and knew it wouldn’t be long.
So, when I thought she was finally ready, I moved my hand slowly down to her nub, rubbed my thumb up and down it, anticipating, then flipped it.
And was rewarded with the lovely aroma, and the steaming, dark goodness of a perfect cup of coffee.
Big Bertha had done it again. The morning was saved, and Rumplations’ Revels could begin for another day…and I know everyone is going to want some of her goodness today!
Dedicated to Rumple’s Regulars, especially to Wild Bill, Rumpleforeskin himself, who founded it all, and to all those who make Rumplations Bar the joy and pleasure that it is!
And to Big Bertha, whose copper body is, bar none, the most appreciated and worshipped in all of LushLand…
To find out what happened the night before, read “The Night They Tried to Close RUMPLATIONS Bar”, co-authored by Grace and me.
