The Bar Wench
I am 30 years of age and apprenticed with my father since graduating from
college. I had wanted to be a lawyer but my father was adamant that I learn the
family business and would take over when he was gone. Mother had passed away
while I was at college and father and I worked hard. His sudden death in a
hunting accident thrust me headlong into business as owner and chief salesman.
Oh, by the way, the year is 1763 and I'm doing business in colonial America!
On a recent trip from Maryland to the Carolinas, the coachman pulled into the
yard of a roadside inn and tavern, "The Hawk's Roost", saying it was late and
his horses needed a rest. I could have a hot meal, some stout ale and a good
night's sleep before leaving in the morning. That was alright with me. I'd been
traveling for two days and my backside was sore and my throat dusty. A young
boy came out and saw to my luggage; taking it up to a second story room at the
inn. I followed him and washed up before heading downstairs to the ordinary for
some food and drink.
I entered the noisy, crowded room and hung my hat and coat on a peg on the
wall. I was fortunate to see an empty table and dropped myself into a chair. My
next experience would make a dramatic change in the evening to come. Threading
her way through the crowded pub was a delightfully voluptuous bar wench. She
carried two tankards of frothy ale and I couldn't help but notice her full
bosom bouncing as she walked. She set the ale down on the table next to mine
and grabbed he coins offered for their payment. One scurvy bar rat pinched her
on her plump rump and she squeeled before slapping him across the face. His
companion roared with laughter and both drowned themselves in the heady brew.
The girl's face turned beet red as she turned toward my table.
"Rough night my darling?" I asked. Her composure returned as she wiped my table
top.
"Yes sir, bad bunch of ruffians come over from the dockyard. Filthy pigs!"
As she wiped, I got a good view of her generous cleavage. Her fleshy breasts
nearly spilled out of her white cotton blouse. She wore a long dark blue skirt
along with her white barmaid's apron and I could see she had on a pair of
simple black shoes with silver buckles. When she moved and bared an ankle,
delicate white stockings were visible. Of course, this being the 1700's she
probably wore nothing under her clothes. At least she had nothing on between
her breasts and the thin cotton of her blouse. Her rage at the bar rat had
perked up her nipples so that they were clearly outlined in the white material.
"What is your name child and how old might you be?" I asked.
"Penelope, sir. But ev'ry one here calls me Pennie. I've just turned 19 sir.
Would you like somethin' to eat and drink?"
"Yes, please bring me some beef and a tankard of your strongest ale!" She
smiled and nodded and turned to fetch my order. She had a nice ass that moved
seductively when she walked. Pennie stood about 5 feet 8 inches tall and I
guess she weighed about 145 pounds. The weight was distributed well about her
body but most abundantly in her big beautiful breasts. She had straw blonde
hair that was tied back with a powder blue ribbon. It hung half way down her
back. Her round face was very pretty with sparkling eyes and a delicate nose.
Her mouth was full with ruby red lips and her smile would brighten any room. I
fantasized what a tumble in bed with her would be like.
By the time Pennie brought me my meal and drink, the taven had begun to empty
out. Most of the wharf scum had gotten drunk and scurried off back to their
ships. Pennie carried the plate with the steaming food in one hand and the
large tankard of ale in the other. I watched intently as her tits bounced when
she came to my table. Her wide hips also swaying in a sensual motion. I felt my
cock begin to stir in my tight breeches. She was very sexy ineed.
As she put down my fare, she saw that my eyes were fastened to her bosom. She
smiled at me and turned her own eyes downward to my crotch. My cock was getting
very stiff and forming a very noticeable bulge.
"Seems you're enjoyin' yourself tonight, sir!"
It was my turn to be embarassed as she took in the view of my raging hard-on.
"Uh, yes, I'm enjoying myself very well!" And then, hoping to turn this to my
advantage, I said, "Care to join me in a drink upon closing?"
"Well, thank you sir, I think I might do just that! I'll have to finish my
chores first...won't take but a few minutes to close the pub."
"I'll look forward to it!" I said as I slid my hand up and down the back of her
thigh. I could sense that her breathing quickened and that she jumped slightly
when I touched her leg. She laughed as she sped away to tend to other customers
and I ate my steak and downed my ale with high expectations of the night to
come.
I had two more tankards of ale and was feeling very satisfied with myself. All
the other customers had gone and the tavern owner gave Pennie her final
intructions before leaving himself. She gave me a wicked glance from her
station at the bar and quickly completed her closing chores before coming over
to the table.
"About that drink then!" Licking her lucious lips.
"Yes, bring me a bottle of strong brandy and two glasses, please". I tossed her
some coins that were more than enough to pay for my meal and the drinks. Pennie
fetched the bottle and glasses and came back to the table.
"Let's retire to my room and we can relax and have that drink there". She
agreed and extinguished all the lights in the tavern except for one candle she
used for lighting the way. She bid me to follow her into the inn and up the
stairs to my room. I unlocked the door and we passed inside. I securely
fastened the lock behind me and lit another candle on the dresser. Pennie
poured two glasses of brandy and offered me one. I proposed a toast to some
ridiculous event and we both drank the strong liquor. I asked her to sit on the
endge of my bed and we talked and drank until the bottle was empty.
Both of us were feeling very randy at this point and I leaned over to kiss her
on the mouth. She kissed back passionately and opened her mouth in the French
fashion and our tongues played with each other. My hand went to a swollen
breast and I fondled it through the thin cotton material. I played with her
excited nipple with my forefinger and thumb. She moaned softly and I could feel
her heart race. I felt one of her hands touching my rock hard cock and she ran
her fingers up and down the bulge causing my male member to swell all the more.
I pulled a small drawstring on the front of her blouse and loosened the top. I
pulled the blouse from one of her shoulders and a single plump tit tumbled out
into my hand. I moved my face to her chest and filled my mouth with her
succulent nipple and soft warm flesh. I suckled her madly while she squeexed my
cock harder through my breeches.
Lust and brandy were taking control and I stood her up next to the bed. I
raised her hands and then pulled her blouse up over her head and threw it on a
chair. The sight of Pennie standing bare breasted before me enflamed my passion
all the more. I asked her to strip off while I removed my waistcoat, shirt,
boots and stockings. She took off her apron and unfastened her skirt allowing
it to fall off her hips to the floor. She was naked save for her delicate white
stockings which were tied just above each knee with the same blue ribbon as her
hair, and her black slippers. She stepped out of her skirt and shoes and untied
the ribbon in her hair. The blonde locks cascaded around her shoulders.
Pennie's large pale breasts hung down on her chest with their large nipples
puckered by the evening chill. A thick triangular patch of golden fur framed
her swollen love mound between her strong thighs.
She walekd over to me and said: "Allow me!". She undid the buttons on the fly
of my breeches and pulled them down. My cock sprung eagerly from its haven and
stood stiff and magnificent atop my two large balls. Pennie gasped at the sight
of it and a wide smile spread across her face.
"My, that's a big'un! A batterin' ram for a fort not a country girl like me!"
She reached out and held my cock in her hands. I placed my own hands on her
full breasts and we fondled each other. After engaging in more French kissing,
Pennie went down on her knees and lowered her mouth over the head of my cock.
Her warm breath stimulated me even more and she took as much of it past her
lips as she could. She sucked me as her fingers played with my balls and course
pubic hair. I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her yellow
tresses and presseing her face closer to my crotch. She sucked hungrily and I
could feel my balls get tight as my semen surged through the shaft of my penis.
I came like a volcanic eruption in her mouth and what cum she didn't swallow
ran past her lips and down her chin. Drops fell to her tits as she licked my
dick clean.
Pennie struggled to catch her breath: "I'm ready for a good fuckin', sir". With
that as encouragement I pulled her to her feet and layed her face down on the
bed. I kneeled behind her on the mattress and hoisted up her plump ass in front
of me. I reached below her and inserted my fingers in her pussy. She was
soaking wet. I licked my fingers and then rubbed my cock down the crack in her
ass ending up with the head at the entrance to her hot vagina. Grabbing her by
the hips, I thrust my cock deep into her pussy. Pennie cried out but sighed as
I inserted and withdrew my penis in a ryhthmic motion. I fucked her royally and
elicited three shuddering orgasms from her before finally exploding inside her
cunt. I thrust until my cock went limp and slid from her hot pussy. Rivers of
cum ran down her sweaty thighs.
Pennie and I collapsed on the bed but soon recovered. The next time we fucked,
she mounted me and rode my cock. We fucked two more times that night -- once
with me spreading her fleshy ass cheeks and buggering her tight asshole --
before falling asleep exhausted. We woke around dawn and Pennie brought hot
water and we bathed before going down to breakfast. The owner of the tavern
noticed Pennie's rosey complexion and commented on it. I think he knew his bar
wench got a good sticking the night before. As I boarded the carriage for the
final leg of my journey, Pennie came out and gave me a soft kiss and asked me
to remember her. How could I forget! Now every time I pass through this town, I
spend a night at the inn with my lusty busty bar maid!
