Red’s Bar Hook-Up

Red’s Bar Hook-Up

It was a dingy, nasty redneck dive bar where I first saw Karen. She was obviously out of her element and was not the type that would not usually patronize a seedy bar such as Red’s Bar. Red’s bar catered to the lowlifes of the world, or at least this seedy neighborhood. Working men who did a daily grind at one of the local and looked forward to a shot and a beer before going home to the old lady if they were still married or hooked up. The women that came to Red’s were women without morals looking for some guy who would give them an hour or less of pleasure, and in return, they would let the guy bust a nut in them. I was one of those guys.

It was apparent that Karen was carrying a load when she came into Red’s Bar. She ordered a double of Four Roses and sipped it while making small talk with the men. She wore a cotton blouse and gave all those who cared to look an unobstructed view of her voluptuous tits. They were easily 38Bs with large dark areolas. She was a sloppy drunk, with droplets of bourbon on her boobs. I thought I would not mind licking them clean for her.

When Karen sidled up to the bar next to me, the jukebox cranked out country music at a loud volume. She set her bourbon on the bar and draped her arm around me. Jimmy Buffet was blaring out Margaritaville, and Karen wanted to dance. It was much of a dance as much as she was dry-humping me on the worn tile floor where we did the vertical mambo. It was not a dance but a relatively dry humping with clothes on. She ground on my crotch until my cock was rock hard. I wanted to fill her pussy with it. She had me so horny, and we stood at the bar talking when the dance was over. Karen related she had a rough week and needed to loosen up and have some naughty fun.

I told her I give her all she could handle, but she would have to come to my room just down the street. We stumbled arm in arm, and Karen would reach over and rub my hard dick just to tease. I would squeeze her tit or pinch a puffy nipple, to which she would say something nasty.

“Are you gonna give me this, she asked, squeezing my swollen dick?

“As soon we get to my room, and you get naked for me, you can have my dick. Where do you want it, sweetie?”

“You can fuck me wherever you want to poke me, just be rough with me. I like a man who controls his sluts. I don’t want a man who is a wimp in bed, can’t handle women.”

I fumbled with the door key and got the door open just in time as Karen had loosened my belt and was pulling my pants off. We tumbled into the room, and I kicked the door shut, I kicked my work boots off, and Karen was on her knees, pulling my jeans and boxers off. Naked from the waist down, my cock jutting out and dripping with pre-cum. This bitch had me worked up, and I needed to cum. I wanted her naked before I would fuck this minx. I got on my knees, pulled my shirt off, and stood up.

I took Karen’s hand and pulled her upright, and she stood there fondling my balls with a shit-eating grin on her silly face. The slut licked her lips, and I slapped her ass hard. I got her blouse off, unhooked her bra, and her 38s spilled out. Cupping her tits, I sucked on one nipple and then the other as I unhooked her skirt. She was now on the stained rug, and Karen stood there rubbing her mound as I peeled the tight wet panties from her. I pushed her to her knees, and my dripping cock was in her face.

I pressed the slimy head against her lips, and her mouth opened like she had been sucking dick all her life. She made a guttural sound as I stuffed my throbbing cock in her silky, wet mouth. Her luscious red lips wrapped around my cock, and I began fucking her face pulling her head back and forth on my unyielding cock. Her hands grasped my thighs as I pummeled her mouth, and Karen suckled my dick like a newborn sucking tit.