2 comments/ 8730 views/ 0 favorites Nicki's Mini Pt. 01 By: nickitaylor If you have read some of my other stories, then you'll know I am an office temp and I work in Brighton on the South coast of England. I am no stranger to adventure and some of my adventures have been pretty strange! Anyway, the story I wanted to tell you about today relates to the day I decided to buy a car. It struck me that I might have more jobs available to me if I didn't have to rely on public transport to get me to work. Having said that, I didn't have a whole lot of money to spend on a car, so I'd need to be careful about what I chose. There's no way I could afford to buy a second-hand car from a dealer-let alone a new car. Temp work is just not steady and reliable enough for me to commit to a car payment. But I had about five hundred quid saved up and thought I could use that to get an old banger that would get me around. I also reckoned that a small car would be easier to park-and anyone who has been to Brighton knows that parking is tricky (and can be expensive). Well, it turns out I solved the parking problem first: I was chatting with the landlady when I paid her my rent and she said that the bloke who had been living upstairs had left. Well, he was allowed to park his car in front of the landlady's garage; when I told her I was thinking of getting a car, she said I could park where he had. Brilliant. Now I just needed a car. I looked through the local paper and couldn't see anything even remotely interesting-until I saw a little red Mini Cooper. That would be perfect! It was the original old-style mini; I could really imagine myself zipping around in one of those. Minis before they became little corporate BMWs. The unfortunate thing was the price. It was way out of my price range, and I couldn't even bring myself to call. They wanted so much more than I could afford. £2750. I couldn't raise that kind of money. But now my heart was set on a mini. So I scoured the papers for weeks. I'd take a peek at eBay as well, but that was just depressing. I didn't think I stood a chance of ever having my dream car. Then, walking back up from the train station one day I passed a mini at the side of the road with a sign in the window. "Desperate to sell. Money needed badly, hence priced to move. £1000 ono call blah blah blah." Well, that was still much more than I had, but the seller was keen and... so was I. I called the number right then and there. "Hello?" "Hi." I replied. "I am standing right next to a yellow mini for sale. The sign had this number." "Oh yes. Are you interested?" "I am." I said. "Hold on a mo." Said the man's voice. "Oh yes. I can see you now. Wait there-I'll be down in a sec." So, there I waited and a minute later up strode this bloke waving car keys in his hand. "Hello," he said, "like the look of it do you?" I nodded in reply. "I think it's just what I am looking for." The guy was younger than me-maybe nineteen. Tall and gangly, wearing baggy jeans, a T-shirt and a fleece jacket. I smiled at him and he smiled back-then I saw his eyes flitting across my body; taking in my cleavage (that's always first-especially when I wear a blouse that only just keeps my bosom at bay); then my legs (i prefer black sheer seamed stockings and black stilettos. Then finally he made eye contact. "Cool." He said. "Want to take a look around?" "That would be great-thanks." He opened up the driver's side door and held it open for me. The original minis are quite low to the ground and there's really quite a skill to getting in while wearing a skirt-especially if you want to remain somewhat demure. Well, judging by the look on his face he got an eyeful as I got into the car. Then he came around to the passenger side and got in next to me. My skirt had raised up my legs to the mid-thigh point and I was fumbling about to adjust the seat-I didn't need it as far back as this bloke. "Here," he said, "Let me help you with that." He showed me what to do to pull the seat in a little and then proceeded to show me around. It doesn't take long to show someone around the inside of an old-style Mini. For one thing the controls are pretty bask, and for another, it's just not very big. "So, what do you think?" He said, "Oh. By the way, my name's Nigel." "And I am Nicki." I replied. "And I think it is just the kind of thing I am looking for." "Want to take it for a spin?" "Would that be OK?" "Sure." He passed me the keys. I smiled and thanked him and put the key in the ignition. I put my foot on the clutch and turned the engine over-it started first time, "Well," I said, "That's a good sign." But keeping my foot on the clutch in those heels was really awkward. I made sure I was not in gear and took my foot off the clutch. Then I leaned forward and took off my shoes. "These are more trouble than they are worth." I explained to Nigel. I put my heels on the back seat and put the car in gear. "Off we go!" Well, it wasn't the best time to go out for a drive. I had been coming home from work along with thousands of other people. And most of them, it seems, had cars. We crawled along the back roads and eventually made it down to the coast where we had a clearer run. Along past the Palace Pier and the roads are nice and broad. Before long we were tootling along in fourth gear and Nigel was chatting away about miles per gallon and when the mini had last had an MOT. I was really enjoying myself. It had been a few years since I'd had a chance to drive (my parents car) and the mini was every bit as much fun as it had been in my imagination. I wound down the window (it was a warm balmy evening) and my hair felt great as it was blown around in the wind. As we left town and got out into the country, Nigel asked, "So-what do you think?" "It's a great little car." I said. "I know. Wish I didn't have to sell it." I knew the answer, but I thought I'd ask anyway, "So how much do you want for it?" "Well," he replied, "I am asking a thousand, but I think it's worth more than that. So I am hoping I can get the full asking price." Bummer. I needed to be able to negotiate on price. I let the silence hang between us. I drove on. I was hoping I could stand the silence better than he could. I turned up away from the coast and along a windy road through the South Downs. "I suppose I could negotiate a little." Music to my ears. With my left hand I pulled my skirt up just an inch or two-just so Nigel could take another look at my legs, then I turned to him and smiled. I caught him looking at my thighs; he blushed when he realized I'd seen him. I raised my eyebrows in mock disdain. "Oh. Sorry." said Nigel. I decided to press my advantage. "So, you think you could come down on price a little?" It was his turn to pause. "I suppose so. A bit." He said finally. "What did you have in mind? Make me an offer." I thought about it. All I had was half what he wanted. And I couldn't start negotiations lower still to get up to five hundred. We were going up a hill; I put my foot on the clutch and dropped a gear into second. I felt like the car was enjoying the run, and I was too. It didn't take more than a few seconds before I was back in third gear and sailing up the hill. "I could give you four hundred in cash." "Shit." He said. "Four hundred? But I really need the thousand. I'd be six hundred short. And it's worth much more than a thousand." I let the silence descend again and barreled on up the hill, enjoying the feeling of the wind in my hair and the breeze across my chest; in fact I could feel my nipples had hardened as the cold air had blown against them. "I suppose I could go a little higher than that." I said. He looked over at me, and I bit my lip (men love that) and glanced at him. "What if..." I said, "What if I offered you five hundred?" He groaned, "That's still half what I am asking." "I know." I replied, "But I'd give it a really good home, and I could get the money out of the cashpoint tonight. You wanted a quick sale." I wanted to seal the deal. I took my hand off the gear knob and gave his thigh a squeeze. "What do you say?" I felt him flinch as my hand squeezed his thigh. He liked that-he liked me. I took my hand off his thigh to shift down again, but turned to smile at him. He was clearly flushed and thinking hard-though I don't think he was thinking clearly. I put my hand back on his thigh-a little further up this time. "What do you say? Eh?" I gave him a squeeze and he jumped. "Fuck." He said, under his breath, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I put the car back in third gear as we accelerated then put my hand back on his thigh. I saw a lay-by approaching and decided to stop. Both hands on the wheel, I pulled in. With the car at a halt, hand brake on, I turned off the ignition and looked over at Nigel. My hair was all over the place; I swept it back from my face as I looked over at him and slowly put my hand back on his thigh. He didn't know where to look-his thigh, mine, my cleavage, my erect nipples, poking through the silky material of my blouse or-God forbid-my eyes. I bit my lip. I squeezed his thigh, "What do you think Nigel? I know its not the asking price, but I can get you the money tonight. And a bird in the hand..." I raised my eyebrows. As I took my hand from his thigh, I let my fingernails rake gently along his leg. I wanted it to be really hard for him to say 'no'. If nothing else, he was going to be really hard... Since we'd been driving away from the sea, the sky had clouded over. It looked like it might start raining soon. "Look Nigel. While we're stopped, why don't you show me under the bonnet?" I had no idea what I would be looking at, but if I positioned myself right, he would be looking at my cleavage, and I'd be keeping him unsettled enough he might accept my offer. We got out and he opened the bonnet. He was more comfortable now, talking me through the main engine parts... The battery was new, the cam belt had been changed recently and I can't remember what else. I had undone an extra button on my blouse as we'd walked around to the front of the car, so when I leaned over he got an almost unfettered view of my white lacy bra. When he looked up from the engine and saw me, he raised his head so quickly he hit the back of his head on the bonnet-it was comical. I giggled and went around to check if he was OK. "Oh dear! Are you all right?" He was rubbing his head, "Yes, thanks. I'll be fine." And then it started. Not just rain, but the heavens opened. Only a few times have I ever know rain so hard. And twenty minutes earlier, the sky had been blue. But now, out of nowhere, deluge! In the few steps it took me to get back around to the driver's seat and get in, I was soaked. Almost like someone had taken a bucket of water and dropped it on me. Nigel was in the car beside me, the bonnet was still up and the rain was thundering down onto the car. I looked down at myself to see that my blouse had gone completely transparent. "Oh Shit." I said. Nigel looked over and found himself fixated by my breasts. Now he just couldn't take his eyes off them. I shivered. The rain was cold, and my blouse damp against my skin. Nigel looked pretty damp too. The rain continued for the next five minutes or so, but then finished almost as abruptly as it had started. As it slowed to a halt, Nigel got out and closed the bonnet. When he got back into the car, I said to him, "Well, Nigel. What do you want to do?" "I... Err... Well, Nicki. Much as I'd love to, I just can't accept your offer. It's just not enough." "I see." I said. "Well, fair enough. If I'm not going to have it I think you should probably drive home." Damn it. I thought I had him. I thought I was going to get a brilliant deal. We got out of the car and swapped places. Once I was in and we had our seat-belts on, Nigel started up the car. I put my hand on his thigh and said, "It's such a shame you couldn't accept my offer." Then gave him a squeeze. He kept both hands on the wheel and glanced back at me ever so briefly. I had the impression that he thought it was a shame too. Nigel didn't drive the car as hard as I did: he drove it almost lovingly. Up through the downs towards the A27-which is the main road back down into Brighton. We drove in silence and I spent my time adjusting my blouse-trying to dry it out. The heater in old minis are really not the best; frankly, it was useless, so it wasn't long before I was shivering. "Shit," I said, under my breath, as I rubbed my arms to try to get warm. "Sorry," said Nigel, "It seems to have cleared up again now." Small talk with a stranger when I was soaked to the skin and clearly not going to buy his car was just not what I had in mind. What I wanted was warmth... and chivalry. I looked over at him-he was clearly much warmer than me. "Well I am still freezing and the heater is not doing me any good at all." "Sorry." "I am freezing my tits off here." We drove along in silence and, a minute or so later turned onto the A27. Shortly after there was a lay by and Nigel pulled in. "Jump out for a sec," he said, and he did the same. I was even colder when I got outside; as he came around the car, he took off his fleece jacket and gave it to me. "Oh." I said, genuinely surprised, "Thanks!" I started to put it on, but the wetness of my blouse was uncomfortable against my skin. I paused and thought to myself "What the hell." I unbuttoned my blouse, slipped it off and put on Nigel's fleece. I smirked as I watched Nigel-he didn't know where to look, poor dear. We jumped back into the car and I started to rub my arms again, this time I was definitely getting warmer. I didn't zip it up the whole way, deciding to leave my boobs on show just a little. As Nigel pulled out I reached over again and put my hand on his thigh. "Thanks, Nigel. I really appreciate this. I am feeling warmer already." "Welcome." "It's such a shame we couldn't come up with a deal on the mini." "Yea, I know." "Why do you need the money so desperately?" "Oh. It's my step-dad. He's being an unreasonable fucker." "Really?" I said, "How so?" "Well, I owe him a thousand quid and now he's saying he needs it by the end of the week." "Oh wow. Hence the need for a quick sale." "Yea." Silence, but now my mind was working. "Nigel," I started, tentatively, "What if... What if you let me talk to your step-dad?" "What? What good would that do?" "I really don't know. but maybe we could work something out..." Nigel shrugged. "If you like. But I have to warn you. he's a bit of a tosser." I smiled. "OK." He drove us back into town and found a place to park only a two minute walk from where he lived. It turned out that Nigel lived with his mum and step-dad and, if he didn't come up with the money, was going to get turfed out. Even though he lived for his car, he couldn't come up with a plan other than selling it to pay back his step-dad. His mum worked shifts as a nurse, so only his step-dad was at home when we got there. Sitting in front of the telly, drinking a cheap lager, straight out of the can. He was not the nicest looking bloke, big beer belly and his shirt unbuttoned, showing off a hairy chest. Balding, with a pathetic comb over. Nigel lead the way into the sitting room. "Hiya." said Nigel. His step-dad looked around and grunted, then did a kind of double take, looking around at me. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes then asked Nigel, "Who's that?" "This is Nicki." Grunt. "She was thinking about buying my car." "Uh huh." "Got money to waste has she?" He spoke as if I wasn't there. "Then I can pay you back." "Good." He was a monosyllabic bastard. No time for anyone but himself. I caught Nigel's eye and beckoned to him, then whispered, "Why don't you go out for an hour or so while I have a chat with your step-dad, and see what I can work out-OK?" He shrugged. He had no idea what I was up to and, I suppose, I didn't have a complete plan. But I did love that little mini and really didn't want it slipping from my grasp. I heard the front door close behind Nigel as I walked in front of his step dad; I sat next to him on the sofa. "Anything good on?" I asked. All I got was a shrug in response. "Nigel was telling me he owes you a grand." He nodded. "it's a shame," I said, "Because I'd love to buy his mini, but I only have five hundred quid." "Ah well." "What do you think it's worth?" He shrugged. "More than that." It really was like getting blood out of a stone. He was the least talkative bloke I'd ever seen. I shuffled a little closer to him on the sofa, just to try to get his attention-my ample cleavage was still on show above the zip on Nigel's jacket. "How much, do you think?" He shrugged again, "Fifteen hundred quid, I'd have thought." "Shit," I said, "So it'd be a bargain if I could get it for five hundred." He nodded. A plan was forming in my head. I thought I could see a way-a way to get the mini for myself, get Nigel off the hook and get him a decent price for his car. I held out my hand, "Sorry, we haven't been introduced properly," I said, "I'm Nicki." He put the lager can between his legs and took my hand, "Keith." He said. I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, Keith." I said and gave him a broad smile. I saw his eyes flit to my breasts. I looked down at the can and said, "Do you mind?" I slid it slowly from between his legs and took a long drink; a dribble of beer went down my chin and neck. "Mmmm. Thanks." I slid the beer back between his legs and gave his thigh a little squeeze. Now Keith's attention had moved away from the telly. He was looking at me. I don't think he was actually capable of smiling, but he did leer. He licked his lips as he looked at me. Taking in my high heels, seamed stockings and skirt, then Nigel's fleece jacket and my breasts peeking out. I caught the dribble of beer at my neck and licked it from my fingers. "I was thirsty." "Do you think..." I continued. "Do you think I could... persuade you." "What?" "Could I persuade you to let Nigel off the grand he owes you?" He guffawed. "You could try," he said finally, "But I'd take some persuading." I smiled and bit my lip then rummaged in my handbag. I pulled out my lipstick and applied some. Then, in a husky whisper I said, "Let me try." My hand went to his knee, then I raked my blood red fingernails along his thigh. He had no finesse. He reached straight for my chest and grabbed a handful of tit-mauling it right through the fleece. It made me gasp, but I thought to myself, 'what else did you expect from a wanker like this?' I unzipped the fleece and slipped my hand between his thighs, cupping his balls through his trousers. He grunted in response and grabbed my boob again, this time with only that lacy bra for protection. I unzipped his fly and slipped my hand inside-he wasn't wearing any underwear, the dirty sod. His cock popped up and I closed my hand around it as he tore at my bra, wanting to free my tits. Jesus, this had better be worth it. I leaned forward towards his proud standing cock and flicked my tongue at the ridge of his helmet, then I heard the ripping of fabric as he pulled at my bra. As I started to stroke his dick, I felt his nails dig into my tit; he was going to be rough. I spat on his cock then licked up and down his length before whispering, "I can be quite persuasive you know." "I bet you can." he replied, though the last syllable was lost as my mouth engulfed his cock. He tasted of stale piss, but I licked and sucked at him with gusto. My hands played with his balls, my tongue pressed against his shaft and my teeth raking at his length as I bobbed up and down. Keith kept one hand on my tit, but the other grabbed a handful of my hair and started to force me to take more of his cock into my mouth; he knew I was chocking on his dick, but he didn't give a toss. He was going to fuck my mouth for all he was worth. Oh Jesus. Nicki's Mini Pt. 01 Now I know he was a disgusting pig who was treating me like a piece of meat, but there was a part of me that sort of enjoyed it; I enjoyed how desperate he was to fuck me-to take me. I bet it was years since he'd taken anyone like this. I could feel him getting more and more enthusiastic. If I wasn't careful this animal was going to shoot his load in my mouth. I pushed back against his hand as he pressed me down and managed to get his cock back out of my mouth. I glanced down and saw a ring of lipstick smeared around the root. I stood up and pulled my skirt up around my waist; I slipped Nigel's fleece form my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Smiling down at Keith I pulled my thong to one side and let him see my cunt; I was very fucking wet despite myself. I turned around and started to sit down, letting the tip of his cock rub against my labia. I whispered over my shoulder, "Want to fuck me now Keith?" "'Course I fucking do." He replied. He put his hands to my waist and lowered me down, impaling me on his thick, throbbing cock. I could hear him grunt as the last inch of his dick thrust into me, and it made me gasp. He lifted me slightly and withdrew, only to pull me down onto his cock again. I was sitting on his lap, facing away from him and he fucked me hard. He lifted me up, then dropped me down onto his cock, grunting with each thrust. The dirty old bastard wasn't going to last long. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls; and felt him grab for my tits as he jammed every inch of his cock into me. Keith shuddered and came, spurting spunk deep inside me. Now was the moment-I reached into my handbag and pulled out my phone; holding it at arms length I took a selfie. When I checked it, it was perfect-there I was, impaled on his cock, but it was clearly Keith, his comb-over in disarray, but clearly fucking someone who was clearly not his wife. He raked at my tit when he saw what I had done; tried to pull my phone out of my hand. But I stood up and stepped away from him; he was in a weakened state, but knew that I'd got the better of him. "Now now," I said, "Don't complain: all you need to do is let Nigel off the thousand. Fucking me has got to be worth a grand, eh?" He was back to grunting. "If you change your mind, just give Nigel a hard time, and I'll send this beautiful picture to your good lady wife." I smiled. "Fuck." He said. I knew we had an understanding. I zipped up the fleece, and pulled down my skirt, straightening myself up. I picked up my handbag and smiled down at Keith, "Au revoir." When I got down onto the street, I called Nigel's number. "Hi there." "Hi." "We have a deal." "What?" "We have a deal," I repeated, "You let me buy the mini from you for five hundred quid and Keith writes off the thousand. You can keep the five hundred and your quits with your step-dad." "Fuckin' 'ell." Said Nigel. "That's brilliant." Five minutes later we met at the car-my car. He had the paperwork and the keys and we drove over to a cashpoint. I gave him the money and he gave me the keys. "I don't know how the fuck you managed that, Nicki-but thanks." I got into the driver's seat, not worried that I'd flashed my soiled thong at him. I shut the door, wound down the window and looked up at him. "Don't let him give you a hard time." I said, "If he ever does just pick up your phone and say, 'Haven't heard from Nicki in a while. I should give her a call.' He'll soon change his tune. And if he doesn't-call me." As I drove away, I glanced in the rear-view mirror to see a very confused looking teenager standing in the road. Nicki's Mini Pt. 02 This story follows on immediately from "Nicki's Mini". ***** Well, I loved my mini. For the next few weeks though, I really couldn't use it for work. It just didn't make sense because all the jobs I had were within walking distance of home, or, if they were further afield, they were near train stations: Lewes, East Grinstead, Littlehampton. Every day though, I'd try to find an excuse to take out the yellow peril in the evening, just for a run, just for the fun. And it was fun. I'd slide behind the wheel, slip off my heels; sling them in the back and take off. It was best when it was just like that first time with Nigel-when I could wind down the window, and let the wind catch my hair on a warm evening and just go where the roads took me. Windy roads were best-taking me out into the country with lots of gear changes; nipping round corners and exploring the downs: wonderful. I do get a thrill from driving: my thighs rubbing together as I change gear; my body (my boobs) getting thrown from side to side as I go around tight corners; the wind in my hair and across my chest. Anyway: one evening, having spent the working day in an office lusting after a lovely looking young man, I was feeling particularly... frustrated. I had been fantasizing about being a dominatrix: clad head to toe in latex standing over him, and lifting his chin with a riding crop. Snarling at him... God, it got me hot. I decided to go for a drive. First though, I took a shower and tried to get over my... frustration. I worked the soap into my breasts and across my belly then rubbed my clit for a while as the scalding hot water cascaded across my body. My knees almost gave way when I came, and I felt better straight away. I wanted something a little more from this evening, but I wasn't quite sure what. Wrapped in a towel I went to my wardrobe to choose something fun to wear on my drive. When I saw my latex catsuit and corset, I realized that's what I wanted. To be out and about in a really sexy, seductive outfit, but in the sanctity of my own little bubble: my car. So I made up my face, with dark eye shadow, a little rouge to accentuate my cheekbones, then dark red lipstick. Then I pulled on the catsuit (with nothing on underneath) and pulled the corset tight over the top. I checked that the zip at the crotch was done up (at least for the moment). With black patent high heels I looked like I was ready for an S and M nightclub, not a drive in the Sussex countryside. Driving through traffic was fun. Every so often a pedestrian would walk past while I was at the lights and would glance in at me. They'd always do a double take, not quite expecting what they saw. People's reactions made me smile, and turned me on. By the time I got out into the country I was feeling very hot and horny. The feel of changing gear in latex was particularly sensuous, my thighs rubbing together and almost squeaking. Well, dusk was coming on and I was having a wonderful time. But then I rounded a corner, tried to drop from third to second and nothing happened when I put my foot on the clutch. My foot went to the floor, but when I pulled the gear stick, I just got a terrible grinding sound. I coasted to a halt at the side of the road by a gate and cursed my luck. I turned the engine off and wondered what to do. I really was in the middle of nowhere, and, because of the nature of my outfit, I hadn't brought my phone with me (no pockets) so I was well and truly stranded. After all the times I had been out and about in my little car with no problems at all, the time I am out and looking like some kind of Queen Bitch, that's when I break down miles from anywhere. Fuck. Well, I got out of the car, and went and opened the bonnet. I really don't know what I expected to see. I am totally hopeless with cars. I looked to see if there were any obviously loose wires or cables or anything, but there was nothing. I was bent at the waist trying to take a systematic look at the engine when I heard a voice behind me. "Car trouble?" It was some bloke out walking his dog (a cocker spaniel on a lead). He looked to be in his forties, and balding, but pleasant enough to look at, in his wellies and coat. I smiled my best smile back at him and said, "Yes. I was just coming around this corner and tried to change gear, but there was something up with the clutch." "Hmmm... Gears grinding were they?" I nodded. "Probably a broken clutch cable." "Oh." I said. "Is that serious?" He looked me up and down, taking in my outfit, my curves. I think he liked what he saw. He was preoccupied enough that he didn't realise that I had asked him a question. I said again, "Is that serious?" "Mmmm? No. Not serious. But you'll need a new one. Either get a friend to come out here with a new cable, or get towed to a garage." He didn't even look me in the eye as he spoke, he was just taking in the spectacle of a latex clad woman standing there on a country road in the middle of Sussex. "Shit." I said. "What's up?" "No phone." "Oh dear," he said, with a smile. "Do you have one I could borrow?" "Mmm... I don't know." He said ponderously. "You don't know if you have a phone?" "Oh I have a phone all right. I am just not sure I will let you borrow it." He smirked. "I would be very grateful," I said, returning his smile. "How grateful?" I could see where this was going. "Very." I said as I took a step towards him, hips swinging, "Very, very grateful." "Oh well." He replied, "In that case." He fumbled around for his phone, extracted it from his pocket and handed it over. "Shit." I said. "What? Phone not good enough for you?" "It's not that." I replied. I had realized. Not having a phone wasn't the problem. I needed my phone. I didn't know anyone's numbers. They're all programmed in. Who needs to remember a phone number if your phone remembers it? I was going to call Nigel-see if he knew a friendly mechanic. But how could I without my phone. "I don't know the number-it's just programmed into my phone." He nodded, smiling again. "So..." He said, "What are you going to do?" I sat down on the mini's wing, "I don't know." I couldn't think of a single number I knew off by heart. I was screwed. I looked at smiler with his dog. "Look," I said, "I couldn't ask you a favour, could I?" "You could ask." He replied. "Could you give me a lift into Brighton?" He laughed out loud. L.O.L. Bastard. "Please?" "You'd be very grateful?" He asked. "Very." I said. He shrugged. "OK." When it came down to it, he was OK. Just a bit of a sod. "I'll go get my car and drop the dog at home. Back in ten minutes." "Oh thank you so much. That's fantastic. Thanks!" So I sat there in the mini and waited for smiler to come back. It took him more like fifteen minutes, but he turned up in an old green Landrover that smelt of chicken shit. He leaned over and opened the door for me, and I got in. I left the mini locked, and hoped it wouldn't be too long before I was back. It was a pretty bouncy ride back into Brighton and smiler wasn't much of a conversationalist. But after a few minutes he broke the slience, "So." "Nicki." "So, Nicki. What..." "Mmmm?" I turned to him, eyebrows raised. "What form will this... 'appreciation' take?" I smiled: I had been waiting for this. I reached over and put my hand on his thigh, "Well, that's kind of up to you." "I see," He replied, "Well, I'd say you're heading in the right direction." I slid my hand up his leg towards his crotch, smiling at him as my fingers brushed against his cock. I gave it a squeeze and felt it twitch. "Mmmmm." I unzipped him, felt around inside his trousers for his member and fished it out. His cock was uncircumcised and fat. Big and fat. I started stroking it as he drove along, and felt it getting bigger and bigger in my hand. After a few minutes my fingers couldn't encircle it and it stood hard and proud and throbbing. Smiler just groaned and kept his eyes on the road. I leaned over and kissed the tip of his cock, then flicked around the head with the tip of my tongue. He tasted of hand soap; I seriously think he gave himself a wash when he collected his Landrover. Nice touch. Anyway, I opened my mouth as best I could to take him in, but his cock was fat. I could only just manage to get the glans and the first few inches in my mouth before I was gagging. As I slid my lips up and down his cock, the back of my head hit the steering wheel-this was not the most comfortable I had ever been. I released his member from my mouth and licked along its length as my hand stroked it-I could only reach around two thirds of the thing. Smiler reached over and ran his fingers through my hair-applying just a little pressure to my head, urging me on. I spat on his cock, and licked along its slick length. Even when he groaned he had a smile on his face. My stroking got more vigorous and he started groaning more; his cock twitching in my hand like it had a life of its own. The suspension in a Landrover lets you feel every bump in the road and we really did bounce along, which gave my ministrations a certain random quality. But I held on tight to his cock; one hand at the base and the other stroking up and down, tongue tip teasing at his helmet and his groaning getting louder until, almost without warning, he spurted-my God what a load! It went all over my face, and hands and into my hair; I was covered in it. I licked the cum slowly from his cock, sucking at the tip to leave him dry, then licked my lips and fingers to get as much of it as I could into my mouth before swallowing it all down. We were in the outskirts of Brighton now, so I sat up and checked myself in the wing mirror (there was no mirror on the sun visor-actually, there was no sun visor). I could see that there was spunk in my hair, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I looked over at smiler and he just smiled back. I directed him to my flat; he waited while I went upstairs to get my phone. I dabbed at my hair with a towel to get the worst of the mess out of my hair and brushed it through-maybe it would act like a conditioner! As I came back down the stairs I dialed Nigel's number. "Hullo?" "Hi Nigel, it's Nicki-who bought your mini?" "Oh hi! How are you? How's the car?" "I'm fine, thanks." I paused, "But there's something wrong with the car. I think the clutch cable's broken." Nigel paused, and I got back into the Landrover. Smiler just looked over at me, hearing my half of the conversation. "Well. I think I could probably help you." There were voices-or at least a voice-in the background. "Hold on." I could hear muffled mutterings going on, and then Nigel came back on, "Yea. Tell me where the car is and we'll be there in a couple of hours. OK?" "Oh thanks, Nigel-you're a lifesaver-that's brilliant." I described where the car was as best I could. "Let me guess," said smiler as I got off the phone, "You want a lift back to your car now." I gave him my biggest smile, "Yes please." As I may have mentioned, I am quite a big girl-well, hour glass curves really, but my chest is my... outstanding feature shall we say? The Landrover was old and knackered, and gave us a very bouncy ride-even with the support of my latex catsuit and the corset, my breasts were still bouncing up and down like a pair of excited rabbits. The return journey seemed longer without the distraction of a blow job, and conversation was near impossible because of the combination of engine and road noise. But, half an hour later, there we were back by my little yellow mini. He parked next to the mini and turned off the engine. "Thanks so much." I said, then laughed, "You know-you never told me your name!" "Alan." "Well, thanks very much Alan. I really am very grateful." "You're welcome." He smiled, then paused. "You look very hot in that outfit." I smiled, "Thanks." "I particularly like the look of that zip." He nodded down between my legs. "Oh really?" Alan nodded again. He did have a nice cock; and Nigel was going to be a little while yet... "I can show you how it works if you like." He smiled. I turned towards, him, lifting my right leg up onto the seat beside me. my left leg I lifted up onto the dashboard. Then I slowly undid the zip at my crotch and let him see me. Giving him that blowjob had really turned me on-especially when he had ejaculated so much spunk all over the place. It had left me really quite... damp and now he could see my glistening pussy. "See?" I said. "Mmmmmm. Lovely." He leaned forward-right forward until he was nuzzling my exposed pussy with his nose; well, that just made me gasp. Then I felt his tongue tip trace my labia and my gasping turned to groaning. Up and down he went, his nose nuzzling my clit as his tongue teased my lips. Oh God he was good. I put my hands on the back of his head; it didn't seem like he would stop any time soon, but I wasn't taking any chances. I felt his lips pucker around my clit and he sucked; I arched my back, trying to push him on to me. He had my clit trapped between his teeth and started flicking it with the tip of his tongue-it drove me absolutely wild. I squealed the first time and started writhing, but somehow he managed to keep hold of me. I was holding his head hard now, urging him on, pressing his face against me. He switched, and stabbed at my cunny with his tongue; I felt like he was fucking me with it, and God it felt good. I was biting my lip, eyes closed shaking my head back and forth as his tongue pushed deep inside me. I knew I wouldn't last long. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in to me, I felt his breath against my clit as he tongue fucked me and I wanted more. Well, something happened and I swear I almost lost consciousness-I squealed and screamed and my whole body jerked with the force of my orgasm. As I came down, Alan kissed my puffy pussy and gave it a last lick before sitting up and smirking. Jesus. It took me a few minutes to compose myself (and zip myself up) but then I got out of the Landrover and thanked him again. He gave me a last smile and drove away. There I was, alone again by the side of the road, but now with my phone and with the promise that Nigel would be here soon, to help me with my car. Well, it had been early evening when this whole adventure started and now it was getting dark. I had given Nigel directions as best I could, but it might take him a while to find me. I looked at my phone and realized that although I now had my phone, I didn't have any reception. It got darker and darker; at least two hours had passed since I had spoken to Nigel and not a single car had gone by since Alan left. According to my phone it was getting on for ten o'clock and it was starting to get a bit cold. I was sure that Nigel would have called by now if only I could get some signal. At last I heard an engine in the distance and apparently approaching. I could see headlights and decided that this must be Nigel, arriving at last. I stood out in the road next to my car, realizing I had no idea how Nigel would get out here-I had bought his car. Then it came back to me: he had said, "We'll be there in a couple of hours." Who was "We"? I suspected he'd probably get a lift from his step-dad and of course I had no idea what Keith drove. Anyway, when the headlights approached I saw that it was a van, not a car. And although it stopped, I had never seen the driver before in my life. And it wasn't a van at all, it was a minibus. A full minibus. The driver wound down the window, "Hello gorgeous." he said. I smiled, "Hi." "You all right?" "Yea-fine. Waiting for a friend." "Here?" "Yup. He's going to help me with my car." "What's the problem?" "Clutch cable." "Bugger." I nodded. It was. Someone was shouting from behind the driver, wanting to know what was going on. "Calm down, will you. I am just helping this nice... dominatrix who's car seems to have broken down." Well, that caused an uproar in the back of the bus. Someone opened the sliding door and then there were lots of blokes shouting and wolf whistling and leering at me; I was illuminated like a Christmas tree in the headlights. Or maybe more like a rabbit. Judging by the response that my presence evoked, I guess that they were a rugby team and it seems that's exactly what they were. The driver said (over the roar of the other players), "Do you want a lift?" "Well, I think my friend must be lost. He was due to be here a while ago, but I can't get any signal so I can't call him to find out what's happened." "Is that a yes?" "It depends. Where are you going?" "Back to the club." "Can I get reception there?" "You'll get a hell of a reception." He quipped. I smiled and said, "You know what I mean." "And you know what I mean." "OK. Will I get any signal?" "Sure." "Then I'd love a lift." "Hop in." There was a huge roar from the assembled throng as I climbed into the back of the minibus. Two blokes tried to grab me around the waist and sit me on their laps, and I thought I was going to be rent asunder. Eventually, when I squealed, one of the two let go and I was pulled onto the other bloke's lap. What the hell had I let myself in for? "Hi," said the bloke who's knee I was sitting on, "I'm Kev." "And I am Nicki." "Very nice to meet you Nicki." He held out his hand and when I went to shake it he raised it to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. That elicited another roar from the team. I smiled and relaxed a little. If he was only going to kiss my hand I could cope with that. And it was fun to be the centre of attention. But then the kiss of the hand turned into kissing a finger tip-one and the next and the next; when he got to my little finger he was suddenly sucking it. Now on the one hand it was sort of unexpected, on the other hand it was quite a turn on. It was such a turn on, in fact that I didn't realize what his other hand was doing. The cheeky sod was surreptitiously unzipping the crotch of my catsuit. If I hadn't been so turned on, I'd have felt the draft or at least realized that the rest of the bus had gone quiet. They all seemed to have worked out what was going on. The first I knew was when I felt two fingers teasing at my already soaking pussy. I didn't just flinch, I leaped about a mile-or at least tried to, but this bloke was big and had his other arm tight around my waist. He just chuckled and slipped his fingers inside me-that made me gasp. I must have seemed ready for it because Alan had left me so... lubricated. When I threw my head back and groaned, I suppose the rest of the team took that as a signal that I was... up for it. I felt hands on my boobs-kneading them, grabbing them; two others grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up and apart, leaving my pussy totally exposed (albeit with a couple of Kev's fingers deep inside me). It was at about this stage that Kev withdrew his fingers and offered them back to me. "What the fuck?" I thought to myself and started sucking his fingers. Somehow, this tiny act seemed to be a trigger for the whole of the rest of the minibus to go mental. Unseen hands grabbed my arms and directed my fingers to erections-suddenly I was wanking a couple of cocks. Someone else knelt in front of me and started rubbing my pussy with the tip of his cock. When he plunged in, I gasped, and somehow, when my mouth opened, someone else jammed their cock into my mouth. Holy crap-the whole thing had happened in less that five minutes from me seeing the headlights in the distance to me getting fucked by God knows how many blokes in the back of a rugby club minibus. I felt a hand reach under my arse-it found the zip and pulled it open even more. Kev lifted me up and I felt his cock pressing at the tight bud of my arsehole. How could I say no when I already had a mouthful of cock? I tried my best to relax, but with another-not insignificant-member deep in my pussy, that was hard. Kev felt some resistance, but with his hands encircling my waist he lowered me slowly onto his dick and I felt the pressure ease once his glans was inside me. Nicki's Mini Pt. 02 I have never felt anything like it. If it hadn't been for Alan earlier I don't think I would have survived the fucking I got. After Kev had bounced me on his knee for a few miles (somehow the driver was managing to concentrate on the road) he shot his spunk-load deep in my arse. Not long after, the cock in my cunt pulled out and splattered spunk all over my crotch. Kev unceremoniously hoisted me off his rod and I was made to bend over. My mouth was fed one cock and someone else grabbed my waist and started fucking me from behind. Hands still on my breasts, someone started undoing my corset. Then they could unzip my catsuit from the top and my tits were swinging around as member after member fucked me-pussy, arse, pussy, arse one after the other; while others fucked my face and slapped my tits. I have never felt so used, and so exhilarated. How big was this fucking team? It just went on and on. Three or four blokes managed to spurt their cum all over my face, and I don't know how many loads ended up in my cunt and arse. The last five or so had me in the parking lot at the rugby club and by then I was beyond caring. What an absolutely spectacular fucking-but I was a total mess. When every last one of the fifteen had fucked me, they literally carried me into the club house. They sat me on the bar, with my legs spread wide and took pictures of me with their phones. They knelt me down and slapped my face with their cocks; they laid me down and crouched over my mouth while I licked their balls. I have never met such a depraved bunch of sex-crazed men in my life. Some of them were ready for a second round and laid me spreadeagled on a pool table. One after another they fucked my red-raw pussy and spunked over my belly or deep into my cunt. Eventually they were spent, and that was long after I had gone into a kind of half-conscious daze. I hardly knew where I was, and I had come countless times myself. I felt strong arms lifting and carrying me out of the bar. They took me into the changing rooms and put me under the shower. I was still partially dressed, with my tits hanging out and the corset mostly undone. I started to come to under the shower and zipped myself back into the catsuit before doing up the corset again. My heart was still pumping like there was no tomorrow, and it must have been midnight. When I'd dried myself off, you'd hardly know what had happened, looking at me, but I ached all over. I tried calling Nigel but just got his voicemail. Shit. Now what? Eventually, Kev offered to give me a lift home. I agreed, but asked him to swing by the mini first. When we got there, I found a note on the window. "Hi Nicki. Found your car eventually but you weren't here. Fixed the clutch cable, but gone home now. Speak soon, Nigel." Fantastic. I don't think Kev was overjoyed-he expected to be invited back to my flat. But instead I was able to get home under my own steam. I do love my mini, but that drive home was difficult; I ached so much. I had really enjoyed those gear changes and my thighs rubbing together, but one rugby team later, the thrill was gone. Every gear change, every bend in the road reminded me of just how sore I was. I did eventually get home, peeled off my catsuit and fell into bed. I slept like a log, but dreamed of... well, I am sure you can guess. Lessons learned: always take your phone; join the RAC.