I know that from my first story you probably think I'm a real workaholic. You're right, I am, but I also make plenty of time for fun. As I mentioned, I am bisexual and enjoy the soft folds of a pussy as much as the rigid fullness of a cock.

When I'm in the mood for a woman's touch, I head down to one of my favorite hang-outs: West Hollywood, the gay mecca where I can openly girl-watch and savor the sight of ladies in love walking down the street hand-in-hand (or hands on butts). A few years ago I managed to find a really hot leather outfit in my size and I often wear that on my forays to my favorite lez bar. The bar is full of every type of woman imaginable, from the waifs you see all over television to cuties with soft curves to big beautiful women like me, ranging from lipstick lesbians to biker chicks. My outfit is kind of a feminized version of the usual biker chick look, consisting of the required black leather miniskirt and a vest that I have to wear open because there is no way it is closing around my 42HHs. I always throw a splash of color in via a turquoise tank top that's about one size too small for me and squeezes my titties into place very nicely, giving a wonderful display of cleavage while providing a stark contrast against my cappuccino-toned skin. I love it when the vest rubs against my ultra-sensitive, huge nipples and sends shockwaves to my pussy, allowing me private pleasure even in a public place.

One particular night not long ago I walked in and greeted one of the bouncers, Antonio. Antonio is a straight guy and really cool. He also has a rocking cock and on occasion I've done him myself and let him join me and another girl (or two). Antonio looked horny but I wasn't really in the mood for cock that night. However, he pleaded with me, so I let him follow me behind the club, where I pulled up my shirt and offered to let him have a quick titty-sucking session. He dropped his pants and his 9-incher bobbed up and down as he hungrily suckled on my big brown gumdrops. As my pussy throbbed and my knees buckled, I changed my mind and took hold of his throbbing prick, jerking him even as I came. He begged me to finish him off and I was more than willing to suck on his Italian sausage. Kneeling on the ground, I applied an intense suction that made him scream and had him cumming within five minutes. I lapped up every drop and we walked back to the front of the bar, where Antonio let me in without a cover charge.

My nipples were still damp with Antonio's saliva and two wet spots were faintly visible on my top, but in this bar no one cared. This is not a place to go for casual conversation: This is a place for hardcore lesbian action, which is why I like it so much. There are women all over the place nearly fucking each other with their clothes on and almost no one goes to the ladies' room alone. I got a drink and headed for the pool tables. One was empty so I racked up some balls and made a display of practicing, leaning far over the table so that anyone observing me from the back got a great view of my generous butt and front-end spectators could see right down my plunging neckline. I saw several women looking right at me, some of them to the chagrin of their girlfriends.

I continued sinking balls and was finally approached by a cute Latina. At about 5'3", she was several inches shorter than me but definitely not petite. She wasn't as big as me but was nice and curvy, with larger-than-average titties, a bubble butt to match, and a small but noticeable belly, all of which were accentuated by her cut-off jean shorts and sheer white blouse. I could easily see her lacy, light pink bra. She wore her dark brown hair long, letting it fall in waves down her bronze skin. "I'm Carmen," she offered with a beautiful smile.

"I'm Annie," I said, nodding appreciably at her. "Would you like to play a game?"

"Sure, but I'm not very good at it," she said, talking half to my eyes and half to my breasts.

"We all have to start somewhere," I told her, racking up the balls again.

I immediately got the suspicion that Carmen had never played pool in her life, but I was far from being annoyed. I was having too much fun showing her how to hold the stick and shoot it, her leaning over the table and me in back of her, guiding her arms and breathing in the soft floral scent of her thick hair. After each shot she took, I patted her behind in encouragement and soon she was congratulating me in the same way.

The only ball left was the eight, but I didn't give a shit about losing. I positioned myself behind Carmen and helped her make the shot that won her the game. I moved my face to one side of her head and whispered in her ear, "Congratulations," then brushed her hair aside and nibbled on the lobe. She wiggled around to face me and our lips locked in a passionate kiss as a skilled hand worked its way under my skirt. When it found its way under my panties and into my slit, I knew it was time to take this elsewhere. I took hold of the hand, licked my juices off the fingers, and led her to the ladies' room as a group of observing lezzies nodded their approval.

The ladies' room in this bar is far more than a place to relieve oneself. There are regular stalls for answering nature's call and then there are extra-large ones that are ostensibly for use by the handicapped but very conveniently also contain small couches. The distinct sounds of girls loving girls could be heard emanating from behind the closed doors of some stalls, but luckily there was one available and I took my Latina lover there. We immediately embraced and lunged into more tongue-play, our hands roaming each others' breasts and pussies. I reached under Carmen's shirt and in one smooth movement unhooked her bra, leaving her titties exposed for me to fondle. She moaned into my mouth and we ground our hips together, then she pulled back and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, teasing me in the most delicious way. She flung the blouse and bra onto the couch and squirmed out of her jean shorts, revealing a smoothly-shaved pussy.

Carmen immediately latched her mouth onto one of my nipples, suckling it right through my shirt and using her hand on the free one. I sighed and removed my vest, then ran my fingers through her hair. She was making me crazy, alternating her suckling from breast to breast but never taking off my top. When I reached for it she pushed my hands away, and soon I was begging to feel her tongue on my bare nips. Finally Carmen relented and helped me pull up my shirt. She drooled over my dusky mountains and buried her face in my cleavage, licking in between the twin mounds and making her way back to the big chocolate chip that graced each peak. She knew what she was doing to me and slipped her hand down my panties once again, fingering my clit and quickly taking me to a massive orgasm.

I pulled down my soaked, black lace panties and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to my ankles and kicking it onto the couch. Carmen salivated at the sight of my trimmed bush and the dark folds of my pussy, but I wanted some authentic South of the Border cuisine first. I sat Carmen down on the couch and lightly kissed her neck, making her shiver. My tongue made a trail down her neck before stopping at her breasts. I suckled each nipple before taking one boob in each hand and rubbing them against mine, our hard nipples meeting and greeting each other and making both of us moan. Then I dropped down to her little pudding tummy and kissed all around, tracing its outline before going lower. I love shaved pussies and I took the time to rub my cheeks against the baby-soft skin before dipping down and tasting her honey. Carmen pushed her sex against my face as I lapped up her fragrant juices and found the little knob atop her slit that was her love center. I poked at it with the tip of my tongue as Carmen thrust her hips against me, trying desperately to get her clit into my mouth. I gently took it between my lips and nibbled, then felt a new gush of warm wetness as Carmen shrieked and came right on my face.

Carmen got up and I took her place on the couch, my ample body spreading itself out in front of her. My lusty Latina parted my legs and kissed the soft dark brown flesh of my inner thighs, nibbling lightly and simultaneously fucking me with two fingers. She withdrew the fingers and licked them clean, then dove into my muff and munched. No matter what anyone says, there's not a man alive who can eat pussy as well as a woman can. Even the worst lesbian outshines the best straight guy in this area. Carmen shoved her tongue right into me, applying pressure to my clit with each thrust, moaning and groaning her pleasure even as I played with my nipples and cried out her name. My biggest orgasm of the night crashed through my body, making every nerve in my body pulsate and drenching Carmen's face with girl-cum.

I found out afterwards that Carmen was a "weekender," a rebellious hottie with a boyfriend who had no clue about her extracurricular activities. I gave her my phone number and encouraged her to call me if she wanted some help in "breaking" the news to him. Mmmmmmm. Three is one of my favorite numbers.