Penny was horny. And when Penny is horny, Penny gets laid. And since Penny is always horny, Penny gets laid quite a bit.
The problem this evening, was that Penny was alone at home. She had tried calling some of her men friends, but nobody seemed to be around. "Good grief," she thought to herself, "this just won't do!"
Penny had been sitting on the couch, probing her pussy with the big black dildo that she keeps handy, but it just wasn't the same as a flesh-and-blood cock moving in-and-out of her.
The evening was being frittered away and she was being tortured by her insatiable desire to have sex.
Suddenly, a thought came to Penny that made her stop mid-stroke with her dildo. "I'm gonna find a bar and pick up one or two guys and bring them back here and fuck their brains out!" she exclaimed out loud to herself.
Penny went into her room and picked out her shortest skirt and a short that left her belly button exposed. She never wore panties or a bra. They just got in the way. When she found somebody she wanted to fuck, she didn't want to have to worry about pulling down her panties first. Besides, she loved to flash strangers, and was constantly sitting in ways that gave men a good look at her pussy.
Penny was sex personified. Pure and simple. And she could entice the pope into bed with her if she put her mind, and body, and pussy to it.
Penny walked the few blocks to the business section near her neighborhood. There were a couple of bars along the street and she went into the first one she encountered. She stopped after entering and perused the scene. It was about 11:30 at night and the bar contained about 15 to 20 guys scattered along the bar and at the tables. A couple of the guys had women with them but most were alone or with other guys.
She hopped up onto a bar stool and order a beer from the bartender. She noticed that he never looked at her face while taking the order, but kept his eyes riveted to her chest. Her nipples, always hard, were pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Penny loved to have men look at her. The more they looked at her, the hornier she got. And, of course, Penny's horniness was off the chart this evening.
Penny took her beer and turned on the stool to face the room. Her feet were on the rungs of the stool and her legs were apart. Her skirt was so short that anyone who cared to look in her direction could see her pussy exposed. And there were plenty of eyes on her now. All conversation practically stopped as she sat there, gently swaying her legs, together, then apart, together, and then a little farther apart.
Her pussy was on fire now, knowing that she had caught the attention of everyone in the room. She could feel it moisten with excitement. Penny knew she was going to get laid tonight. Royally. And soon.
A couple of men approached her.
"Hey, sweet thing, you're looking mighty hot tonight!" said one of the men, a man in his thirties. He was a little drunk. His friend was a little older.