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Subject: {ASSM} The Come N Dump Inn 1
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 09:10:05 -0500
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The Come N Dump Inn 1  (M+,F)
 
    The tall pines along each side of the  road, shielding the summer sun 
from the country road.  This northeastern  part of Dutchess County, as 
different from the rest of the county, as New York  City is different from the 
rest of the state.  It is true the whole county  is lovely and green and more 
rural then urban; but this part of the county is  rustic, very basic and 
would be called "red necked."
    The pickup truck I am driving would  be considered out of place here, 
most vehicles are of older vintage and the  older the more pride they have in 
them.  Of course I am not from this area,  having been born on the western 
part of the county, along the banks of the  Hudson River.
    The road running around the mountain  and circling up to the local bar, 
known as The Come N Dump Inn.  As I pull  into the parking lot, the large 
wood framed building, constructed of rough  framed logs, not resembling an 
Inn or Bar, or Tavern, unless you think of one  along the King's Highway in 
jolly old England in the MIddle Ages.  A rough  palisade fence around the 
great house and a mixed variety of out  buildings.  The parking lot looking more 
like a junk yard with the  collection of older beat up vehicles scattered 
around the flat dirt area.   The gleam of the sun reflecting off of a car or 
truck, like seeing a nugget of  gold in the stony bottom of a stream.
    If it sounds like I am saying  business men in suits and BMW's don't 
show up at this place, then you would be  almost totally correct.  In some 
respects, I am overdressed for the  clientele that inhabits this establishment. 
    Sitting in my vehicle as I decide on  what I might or might not need 
for my visit.  My overnight bag filled the  essentials.  Flipping down the 
visor mirror to give myself a final check,  then opening the door and stepping 
onto the running board pipe and then to the  hard packed ground.  Wondering 
if wearing my high heels was wise, as the  small spike bites into the dirt, 
thankful that the ground isn't spongy.   Shouldering my overnight bag and 
walking quickly across the parking lot to the  semi paved stone walkway 
leading into the wooden structure.
    Waving to a couple of familiar faces  and some unfamiliar ones, as I 
smile at the comments about me.  Not  acknowledging them, but enjoying them in 
a perverse way as I exaggerate my steps  to put a wiggle in my butt.
    Pushing the heavy door open and then  the swinging inner doors and 
stopping at the small room that suffices as a  coatcheck.  Sliding my overnight 
bag onto a shelf and making last minute  adjustments to my clothing.  A 
cacophony of sound emanating from the  taproom, as I feel a tremor of excitement 
in my body. 
     Walking into main room, the  short leather  black skirt rubbing 
against my ass cheeks and legs with each  long controlled stride.  Being tall, the 
leather high heeled boots ending  at my knees and my skirt starting more 
then halfway up my thighs, a large  expanse of tanned leg exposed between.  
Then the black leather vest, one  button holding the front together, starting 
a few inches above my  waist.   The flatness of my stomach shown off to 
advantage, as much to  show how toned my body is, as it is to deflect from the 
smallness of my  buxom.  At 5'10" and 140 pounds, my body not quite classic.  
Small  almost 34B breasts, but nicely conical and big nippled, to contrast 
with full 38  inch hips, full and wide.  And then the long tanned and toned  
legs.  The body grabbing the focus, rather then my plain face.    My multi 
colored, blonde, brown with streaks of auburn, neck length hair,  pulled 
back in a severe bun.  My hazel eyes, surrounded by a mocha  colered eye shadow 
that matches my finger and toe nails.  My long  slender nose and wide 
mouth, coated with a matching lip gloss.  My Giorgio  Red, a seductive scent to 
me, even if not to others" 
    Seeing the heads turn and look to me  as my heels mark my passage from 
entrance to bar with a commanding click of the  heels on my boots.  Seeing 
looks of speculation in the eyes of the patrons  and the employees, as I the 
older woman (43) Raven strides confidently  into their midst.  In all 
honesty, my look might be a bit much for this  crowd; but those who know me, like 
how I make and entrance.
    "Hi Johnny, let the boss now that I  am available if he need anyone 
tonight.  I am up for anything and  anyone."  Letting the manager know why I am 
here is always a nice  touch.  He allows more freedom of possibilities.
    "You are looking sharp tonight  Raven.  You look like a Dominatrix, or 
whatever they call one of those bad  ass ladies."  Laughing softly at his 
words.  Enjoying how the  bartender eyes me from head to waist and would do 
lower if the bar wasn't in his  way.
    "You couldn't be further from the  point, you have seen me around.  How 
about a double scotch over a small  cube?"  Looking around the vast room at 
the scattering of  tables  and chairs and booths.  The mismatch of 
furnishings, not as important as  the functionality of them.  The stage devoid of 
anyone at present; but  later it might host a number of possibilities.  From 
music to  singers to comedians to strippers.  And who knows whatever 
entertainment  could be watched throughout the room.  Taking in the variety of men 
and  some women in the club and lifting my drink and sipping as I slide a 
twenty to  Johnny.  A tip to the barkeep always a good policy.
    Deciding to watch the room for a  little bit, I slide onto a stool at 
the corner of the bar and exchange small  talk.  It is still early and the 
place won't start to jump for an hour or  more, even though it is a Friday 
night.  Non of my girl friends here yet,  at least not in the great room.  
Grateful at the moment that the staring  eyes, are just staring and no one has 
approached me.  I love to let that  first drink warm my insides as it relaxes 
me from the grind of everyday  life.  This place and what it offers, 
something special to me, something  that I need deep inside of me.
    Crossing one long leg over the other,  the skirt riding higher as I 
continue to peruse the room and gauge the feel of  the atmosphere.  As my gaze 
wonders around the room to the far corners,  seeing which men are watching 
the movements of my seemingly restless legs.   Looking to the other women in 
the room and seeing who is working whom, so as not  to overstep boundaries.  
Cat fighting is not what I am here for  tonight.  A pleasure for another 
night maybe.
    Sipping my double scotch, nursing it  for the night is early, when the 
bartender stops over and put a special coaster  by my glass.  Turning to 
look at him, and seeing him pointing to a booth  across the room.  Finishing my 
drink and handing the coaster back to  Johnny.  Lifting the fresh drink to 
the men at the table with a nod and a  smile.  Thinking as I toast my 
benefactors, that I vaguely recognize one of  the three men at the table. 
    They would be part of the regular  crowd for the bar.  Working men, 
jeans and a flannel shirts with rolled up  sleeves.    Actually one of them has 
on bib jeans, maybe farm  hands, or lumber or construction.  Having a drink 
on a Friday night, well  more then one for sure.  Looking like they haven't 
even stopped to clean up  after work.  Smiling at them again as I sip over 
the rim of my glass,  allowing them a slow re crossing of my long tanned 
legs.  Seeing one smack  another in the arm as I suppose they got a flash 
between my legs under my  skirt.  Or so they think they did.  Actually wearing a 
thong tonight,  wondering why I bothered. 
    Laughing to myself, a lady wouldn't  go out without undies.  Must mean 
I am half lady and half slut since I  wasn't wearing a bra.  Noticing that 
my legs changing got attention from  others as another coaster is dropped by 
my glass.  Looking to where the  barmaid indicates it came from.  I get 
enough of these and I might turn  some in for real money.  Split with the 
bartender of course.  Who  knows what I could attract if I was young and big 
busted and letting them hang  out.
    Slipping from my bar stool and  walking slowly over to my original 
benefactors, my hips rolling slightly as I  move with long sure strides.  Noting 
that only two of the men are at the  booth, as I stop there and lean my 
hands on the rough wooded  stall. 
    "Thanks guys, you know how to treat a  lady."  My winning smile, 
wreathing my face, as my eyes and lips smile  together.  Tongue tip, just wetting 
the inside of my lips.  "Are you  guys going to be here all night?"
    "Yes."  A single word, seems if  I want conversation from these men, I 
will have to carry the conversation  myself.  I love to talk, so that would 
not be a hardship.  Carrying on  a mostly one sided conversation with the 
guys as they sip their beers.   Then feeling movement behind me, before I feel 
the men standing pressed against  my backside.  Assuming it is the third 
man, my hips roll gently and massage  the front of his pants.  Feeling that he 
is at least semi-aroused, as he  leans harder into my backside.
    Feeling hard thick fingers touching  my bare waist, calloused and 
rough: but warm and firm.  "A nice grip on  you."  Turning my head to look at the 
man behind me.  His big  contagious smile, belying the steadiness of his 
cold eyes.  Thinking to  myself, that this man is fun to be with, unless you 
cross him.  The men in  the booth smiling as he pantomimes a fucking motion 
behind me, pushing his  crotch against my bent backside.  Frottage can be 
interesting, as he  continue to rub against the back of my thighs and the 
underside of my pussy  lips.  Feeling his fingers moving up and over my toned 
stomach.  The  fingers sliping under the leather of my vest and brushing 
against the underside  of my small breasts.  My eyes closing for a brief moment at 
the instant of  contact, then opening again as roll my hips one more time 
in a wide slow  motion.
    Turning to the man again,  "is  there something I can help you with?"  
Looking at him, my eyes steady; but  still smiling.  "Now that we have said 
hello, do you want to talk  further?"
    "Well dear, since you were leaning  over, I took it that you were 
waiting for me, to say thank you properly."   Feeling his fingers not really 
teasing my small breasts under my vest; but more  like roughly groping them.  
His groin still pressed hard against the back  of my legs.
    "I may not be a lady, like your women  folk; but I also am not easy 
that a drink buys certain favors."  Holding  myself still as I look at the men 
in the booth.  They still seem to be  speechless for the most part.
    "Honey, I think we can come to an  agreement." One of his hand sliding 
from under my vest and feeling him  easing up behind me.  Then the free hand 
slipping around and tucking some  money into the top of my vest.  Looking 
down and then rolling my hips back,  slowly and sensously.  Taking the money 
sticking out of the vest and  slipping it into an inner pocket.  My fingers 
nimbly undoing the single  button on the vest and letting it swing open.  
The sides hanging down and  exposing the thick hard nipples capping my small 
conical breasts.
    "Where do you want it stud and  how?"  Waiting as I look at the two men 
staring, open mouthed as if they  were two yokels in a movie, getting their 
first shot of female tit.   Rocking on my toes and heels, lifting and 
rubbing my ass cheeks up and down the  front of his pants.  "Do it right here 
stud."
    Feeling his hands lift my short skirt  up the few inches needed to 
expose the naked cheeks of my ass.  The thin  string of my thong buried deep 
between my ass cleavage.  My eyes closing  and an intake of breath as I feel 
his blunt fingers mauling the pouty lips of my  cunt.  Pulling at the thin 
material of my thong and pushing it to the left  side, exposing my hairless 
mound.  Hearing him grunting has he fumbles with  his fly buttons, and then 
feeling the warm thick head of his cock, pressing  against my swollen and 
heated entrance.  A grunt issuing from my throat as  I feel the blunt knob, push 
pass my already greased entrance.  The gland  spreading my labia, and 
spearing into my sheath like a knife cutting  butter.  Eyes fluttering as I hiss 
as the cock head and shaft press deeper,  filing my cunt, spreading my walls 
and then bottoming out against my cervix with  his first hard stroke.
    My stomach catching the edge of the  table as the suddeness of his 
stroke and his weight, press me into the rough  wood.  A loud grunt and soft 
curse of mixed pain and surprise, as he holds  me pinned to the table edge.  
Long seconds of making me feel the girth and  length of his organ.  Knowing he 
is trying to impress me with his well  endowed prick.  My walls already 
wet, so the entry was relatively painless,  more surprising at how I found a 
bull with my first fuck of the night.   Clenching hard, my slick walls, grab 
and release his cock, milking it with a  practiced grip.  Bracing my hand on 
the table edge and pushing back to his  cock, feeling the coarse material of 
his jeans on my ass cheeks and the back of  my thighs. 
    Hearing his grunt of surprise as I  work his cock with my pussy.  His 
hands fumbling at his waistband and belt,  and hearing them slip down his 
legs with a banging of the buckle on the wood  floor.  The man slipping his 
cock back against the resistance of my cunt  and then slamming back into my 
cunt, deep and hard.  His hairy  groin  rubbing on my soft ass cheeks, his 
hairy balls tickling the backs of my thighs  as he grunts at the start of each 
stroke.  No finesse, as he pile drives  again and again into me with an 
explosion of flesh on flesh and then with a wet  suction as his cock pulls back 
and out of my grasping slippery  cunt.  
    My nipples aching as his body strikes  mine from behind.  The small 
breasts jiggling as they hang down from my  chest.  My eyes looking at the two 
men in the booth, as the big man  continues to batters my cunt.  Wanting to 
reach with one hand to rub my  pussy and pearl, but needing both to brace 
for the hard fucking.  Moaning  softly and then pretending to cum as I work my 
cunt on his cock.  Seeing  the looks of wonder, surprise, as I openly moan 
and then change it to a whimper,  my his rolling and rocking on the cock.  
Kegeling as if I was orgasming and  giving the man his pride. 
    Feeling him slowing finally, quite  impressed with his staying power, 
but not with his actually skill.  Cursing  to myself, as I stomach will be 
bruising from the hard edge of the table.   Panting as I feel the man tense up 
and then knowing he is discharging as his  grunts become a low howl of 
release.  My walls tensing again to clench and  squeeze his seed from his heavy 
nuts.    Smiling inwardly as I  take his cum, each spewing jet, scalding my 
walls with the thick cream of his  seed.  Waiting with him as he lays on my 
back, his cock still hard inside  of me.  My walls continuing to milk his 
semen.  Then reaching  underneath me and cupping my hand to my mushy cunt lips 
as he pulls out of my  cunt.  Feeling the stringy seed coating my palm as I 
push it from my  body.  Holding my cunt tight as I lick my palm clean.  
Hearing his  sneer as he sits on the outside of the booth.
    Yeah, typical of many men.  Use  the bitch and then chastice her for 
being the vessel of his seed.   Crouching down in front of him, and using my 
mouth, lips and tongue to lick his  still semi hard cock clean of my cunt 
juice and his cum.  Reaching for a  napkin and using it to wipe my slick cunt 
lips.  Wadding the napkin in my  hand as I stand and lean over and whisper in 
the man's ear. 
    "Thank you stud, that was a great  start to a night.  You are some mean 
ass fucker baby."  Ruffling his  already mussed up hair and then stepping 
away.  Turning and walking towards  the cloak room area.  My labia a little 
tender.  It sure was a long  and thick cock to start the evening.  Grabbing 
some wipes from my overnight  bag, and walking to the ladies room and 
cleaning the pearly white ooze from my  cunt lips and thighs.  Patting them dry and 
then slipping my thong back  over my pouty mound.  Hoping that I ejected 
most of the cum from my  cunt.
    Walking back to the end of the bar  and my drink.  Hoisting myself and 
skirt up onto my stool, exposing some  leg and ass cheek in the process.  
Smiling at Johhny who tips the bottle to  refresh my drink.  Slipping him the 
twenty the "big spender" slipped  me.  Smiling.  "Hey, the first one is 
almost a freebie."  Hearing  his laugh as he walks back to the center of the 
bar.  Seeing a small stack  of coasters already and the night is still sunny.  
Chuckling softly to  myself, as I look around the bar one more time checking 
out the new arrivals and  the looks from those who watched me and the stud 
fucking.
    That is one of the reasons people  come to this bar, or should I call 
it a Social Club.  It is semi-private  and just about anything goes, as long 
as everyone is willing.  Tapping on  the bar to get Johnny's attention and 
then motioning with my fingers, asking if  he has a cigarette.    Indulging 
in this one pleasure, that is  outlawed in New York State in public bars.  It 
will be the only one of the  day; but my smoking of the cigarette is almost 
like oral sex, or so some  say. 
    Observing another girl, giving a hand  job in one of the booths, as I 
watch the bar slowly filling with men and some  women.  The band tonight 
hopefully will be good for some on floor sex  play.  At least I think there is a 
bar tonight.  Maybe it will be a  sex show instead.  Either way, their will 
be willing people.
 
    
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