0 comments/ 15065 views/ 0 favorites Pit Stop By: TigerKitten "Ungh!" she grunted as he spanked her firmly on her naked ass. "You like for me to take control don't you?" he asked, daring her to say no. "Yes," she nodded with her head pushed down on the bed and butt sticking up in the air towards him. He was kneeling behind her. "I want you to take control," she whispered. She was very drunk, but still aware. Every time he hit her she liked it but wondered if it would get to be too much if he hit the same place over and over. The room was swimming after three beers, a shot of something weird and at least one white Russian and a few sips on another. They had been to the local hole-in-the-wall bar called the Pit Stop and had been drinking and dancing for several hours. She loved to dance and it was really the first time they had danced together. By the time they started dancing she was already pretty tipsy, but she still loved it. He hadn't touched her in months. She didn't think he ever would again. In fact, when they were choosing music to dance to, he said something about he would never have sex with her again. She thought he didn't want her getting any ideas just because he was willing to dance with her. And she tried not to. She stopped making overt gestures a long time ago. If they ever did anything, it was his idea. Whenever she suggested anything he wouldn't do it. So she stopped trying. But then he said he was ready to go home. She was surprised but she said ok and he followed her to the car. When he got in, he slid his right hand between her legs and started to rub. Then he found the waistband of her sweats and slid his hand between the sweats and her panties. "You know what I love?" he asked. "Wet panties." That made her laugh. She had very wet panties. In the few minutes it took for them to get to their driveway, she was breathing very hard and wanting him so badly she was aching. He pulled his hand out and asked if she were ready to go in the house. As they walked in, she kicked off her shoes, and he pulled her shirt over her head and started sucking on her neck. "Have you wanted me?" he asked in between changing shoulders. "All the time, constantly," she gasped. She still wasn't sure anything was going to happen. It had been too long. Then he took her hand and pulled her to her bedroom. He leaned over her and unhooked her bra and pulled it off as he pushed her back on the bed. Then he pulled off her sweats and panties and pulled her back to a sitting position. He pulled his shirt over his head and she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them and began to slide them over his hips. He ordered her to roll over and put her butt up in the air. That was when the spanking began. He spanked her again a little harder in a different spot. She moaned a little and moved her hips. Not getting a strong reaction he reached around under her and pinched her right nipple. At first the contact felt good then he twisted and pinched with his fingernails, making her sit up to lessen the pain and calling out as she did. "Do you like that?" he growled. "Yes," she nodded again. "I like when you do things to me. I like to feel." He grabbed the other nipple with the other hand and dug his nails in and pulled both of her large breasts down causing her to bend down to compensate. There was a fine line between what hurt and what felt good. As he pulled harder she cried his name. "oh Doug." He jammed his fingers into her pussy and pushed hard, twisting and spreading them wide. "Do you like that?" "YES!" she said louder as it hurt a little. "What did you read in that story?" he asked, demanding an answer. That afternoon she had found one of his porn stories on the computer screen and had scanned a few paragraphs, then sent him an email note. The note read, "Reading this story makes me wish I could do to you, the things in my head. But real life just isn't like a story, or a desire." He had shown her his stories before, but not in a long time. He stopped sharing a lot of things with her. But she didn't push because someone he confided in told her what he really thought about her. That took away any courage she had to be playful or flirty or to try to be sexy and encouraging, much less take any iniative. It's hard to show desire to someone you believe doesn't desire you. Yet she desired him so much and wanted to show him. Late at night when he played on the computer downloading sex pictures and reading his erotic stories and having sexual reparte cyber style with others.. she wanted to strip naked and climb on his lap, between him and the screen and give him something real to touch instead of a keyboard. In the story he left on the screen she read about a man and a woman having sex. It was from his point of view and the man said how sexy the woman was and how her body made him cum all over her breasts and how he liked to explode all over her. But she only read a few paragraphs. He asked again, "What was the story about?" He spanked her again, harder. When she rose up, he pushed her head back down on the bed, "KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN." He said loudly. "I'm in charge of you now." "It was about two people having sex in several places, and how he found her bra and panties sexy." She said, trying to figure out what he wanted to really know. "WHAT ELSE?" He spanked her again. "Did you like it?" "I didn't read very much, just a few paragraphs," she said wondering why it mattered to him so much. She knew there must have been something she didn't have time to read before she had to leave. "It was about a man having sex with his mother." he said like it should have shocked her and disgusted her but it didn't. He shoved her flat on the bed and got on top of her back. Apparently that little familial detail wasn't explained until later in the story, and she never got that far. He thought she had been checking up on him and had somehow gotten his password to read his porn site. But she hadn't. He had left the story up on the screen when he left the house. She knew he liked all sorts of pornographic stories. It didn't bother her, and she wasn't sure why he thought it would. Mostly he was very open about sex. But he got testy when she caught him off guard or if he felt guilty about something. She couldn't figure out if he thought she felt they were repulsive, or beneath her. But she didn't. If they were well written, she liked to read them. But she didn't get the same pleasure out of them he did. It couldn't substitute for sex for her. In fact porn, whether pictures or stories, just made her hornier. They didn't satisfy any needs, but just created more. He rolled off of her and told her to suck his nipples. His nipples are slightly inverted and she started flicking the right one with her tongue feeling it begin to respond. She blew on it a little and sucked as it became erect. "Now the other one," he ordered as she moved to the left nipple and started flicking it with her tongue. His left nipple was easier to reach. It poked up almost immediately as she sucked it. "I want you to suck my dick," he said gently pushing her shoulder toward his crotch. She liked making him feel good and he seemed to like the way she did blow jobs. But even though he said he liked the way it felt when she sucked and nibbled at his cock, her insecurities made her wonder if he just said that to be nice. "Kick your leg over my head so I can suck on you," he said as she continued to suck and pull at his dick and rub his balls with her fingers. Usually when he 69'd her he would bring her very close to orgasm then back off.. and when he did, she would lose her concentration on him. But this time he wasn't as careful. He bit her clit and licked some. She sucked harder on him, trying to make him feel good. He pushed her leg back over his head and pulled her up as he sat up. He began walking out of the room and pulled her along. When they got to the computer he sat down and pushed her shoulders down, indicating she should kneel and resume sucking. He played on the computer for a minute, then he grabbed her hair and pushed her head down harder and pulled it back and forth. She could feel him getting harder and bigger. Then all of the sudden he made her stop and pulled her to standing. He told her to bend over and lean on the counter. Then he began spanking her again. It wasn't hard. She didn't know how he wanted her to react. She didn't know if she was supposed to let him know if it hurt or not. After a few minutes he walked her back to the bed and pushed her down. He crawled next to her and inserted his fingers in her pussy again. Again twisting and pushing as far up as he could. "Does it feel good? Do you like it?" She nodded and whispered, "yes, I like it. I like what you do to me." He wasn't trying to make her feel good. He was just poking and pushing. Like he was going through the motions and making a point. She was starting not to care. Her body was very tired and full of alcohol. Then he crawled up beside her and whispered in her ear, "are you satisfied?" She just nodded yes, then said "I'm satisfied." because that's what he wanted to hear. He kissed her then got off the bed, picked up his pants and left. She was too tired and too drunk do anything but fall asleep. As she drifted off, she started dreaming about being a Pit Stop. Pit Stop The attendant was immediately alarmed when he saw the little red convertible racing down the road and entering the gas station at significantly more than the posted speed limit of 10 mph. He gripped his broom like it might protect him from the speeding vehicle, took three quick steps towards the raised concrete island that housed the station's three pumps, and disappeared behind the center pillar. Chick will kill herself if she always drives like that, he thought, hoping she wouldn't slam into one of the pumps. She didn't. She brought her car to a screeching halt halfway between the pumps and the little convenience store, pulled the keys from the ignition, and jumped out. "Where's the ladies' room?" she almost screamed at the attendant. Still busy getting his heartbeat under control, he just stared at her. What a chick, he thought. Way too pretty to die in a car wreck. "Where's the ladies' room?" she repeated. This time she did scream. "In the store. Blue door on the right," he finally managed and pointed at the entrance. She took off like a bullet and rushed into the store. Please, Lord, she prayed silently, please don't let me pee in my panties in a convenience store. Please, just two minutes more. 90 seconds if you will. Please! There! The blue door. She ripped it open and glanced at the signs on the opposite wall. Ladies to the right, men . . . Whatever. She turned right, ran down the short corridor and pushed the door to the ladies room so hard it crashed into the wall. The janitor sweeping the floor stopped his mop in mid-sweep and stared at her. "Excuse me, I need to . . . Excuse me!" She shoved him out of the way, turned, and backed up against the toilet. "Excuse me!" she said again, hoping he'd get the hell out of the room. Ten seconds, Lord, please! She yanked her skirt up and began to squat down. The moment she slipped her hands under the waistband of her panties, she knew the Lord had refused her that last extension. Her time was up. Just as she began to push her panties down her thighs, the floodgates opened, no longer under her control. A thick stream of pale yellow fluid shot out of her pussy and into her panties. Then, as she pushed them farther down, the stream hit the floor, where it gathered into a puddle between her and the janitor's feet. Her thighs finally landed on the seat and the stream went where it was supposed to go. The girl's relief turned into embarrassment as she remembered the janitor's presence. Her eyes wandered from the puddle on the floor up the guy's legs, rested briefly on the bulge in his crotch, then continued up his chest until she finally found the strength to meet his eyes. "You pissed on the floor!" he complained, still undecided whether he wanted to be mad at her or turned on. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay!" "Now I have to sweep the floor all over again!" "Hey, I said I was sorry, okay? You should have moved out of my way." "What?! Now it's my fault?" "No, it's not your fault. Not entirely, at least." Her eyes wandered back to his crotch. The bulge was still there. Even bigger than before. "Say, you enjoy watching me pee?" "No, I don't. I . . ." Then it dawned on him that the evidence to the contrary was right in front of her eyes. "Yeah, kind of. I never watched a girl piss before." "Funny, I've never watched a man pee." She seemed lost in thought for a moment. "Why don't you pee too and let me watch?" He just stared at her. "Come on, I want to watch you pee. Tit for tat!" She leaned forward and pulled down his sweatpants and boxer shorts before he could reach out and stop her. "Wow, that's a nice dick! How long is it?" "What the fuck are you doing? You can't . . ." "I just did," she grinned mischievously at him. "Now pee for me!" She slid back on the seat, kicked off her soiled panties, and spread her thighs wide. "Just don't pee on my legs." "I can't. I'm too hard. I can't piss like this." She dimly remembered something from biology class. When men had an erection, some kind of muscle kicked in and prevented . . . What the heck. If he needed to get rid of his erection first, she'd suck him off. No big deal. She really wanted to see him pee now. She leaned forward again, grabbed his dick, and pulled him closer. Must be seven inches at least, she thought, maybe seven and a half. "How long is it?" she asked again. "Never measured it. You really want to blow me? Here?" "Sure, why not? You said you couldn't pee if you had an erection, didn't you?" "Jesus H. Christ," he sighed when she wrapped her lips around his dick. He looked down and watched in amazement as the first two inches of his dick disappeared between her pale pink lips. She was really doing it, sucking him off in the ladies' room! His buddies would never believe this! He felt her tongue dancing around his dick while she slid her mouth slowly back and forth and her right hand massaged the exposed shaft expertly. Soon enough his breath came out in ragged gasps and he knew he wouldn't last long. Despite her intention to suck the guy off quickly and move on to the peeing part, her own lust arose quickly. She moved her free hand to her pussy and rubbed her engorged clit vigorously, at the same time easing up on his dick to give herself more time to reach a climax of her own. But he wouldn't let her. As soon as he felt her efforts slackening, he took her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth gently but firmly. Before she could do anything about it, she felt his dick expanding slightly and knew he was about to come. Frustrated as she was at not being able to come herself, she still wanted her lover to enjoy it. She let all but the head slip out of her mouth, sucked hard, and stabbed at his piss hole with her tongue. He came instantly. With his hands still holding her head, he managed to keep his dick between her lips and flooded her mouth with his cum. She sucked greedily, swallowing each spurt as soon as it landed on her tongue. She would have loved to keep it in her mouth for a while and savor the taste, but was afraid that something might leak out and soil her blouse. When his hips finally stopped jerking back and forth and his dick deflated, she let it slip out of her mouth. She slid back on the toilet's seat and spread her legs wide again. "Now pee," she demanded. The janitor stared at her, dumbfounded. "Come on, pee!" she repeated. "You said you couldn't pee when you're hard. You're not hard anymore. Now do it! I want to watch you pee!" To the best of his knowledge, nobody except his mom had ever watched him piss, and that was a long, long time ago. He was clearly uncomfortable, but after that super blowjob he just got, he felt he couldn't refuse her. He took careful aim so he wouldn't piss on her belly or her legs accidentally. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said when he finally started. She smiled and watched intently as his piss shot out of his dick and hit the bowl just inches in front of her. After a few seconds, her interest faded. Her curiosity satisfied, she wondered what watersports aficionados found so exiting about it. Okay, probably they did more than just watch, but that wasn't her cup of tea. Cum on her skin, or pussy juice--anytime, but pee? Yuck! No way! To her surprise, his dick began to grow again. Slowly, but noticeably. When the stream diminished and finally stopped altogether, the last drop still clinging to his piss hole, he was clearly on the way to another erection. "Satisfied now?" he asked gruffly, not aware of the double entendre of his words. He gave his dick a gentle shake that made the drop fall to the floor. "Not quiet. I haven't come yet," she said and stood up. She took his dick out of his hand and tugged at it lightly. "It can get hard again, can't it?" It did. Pleased with her handiwork, the girl bunched her skirt up around her waist again, turned around and leaned against the wall, sticking her ass out at him. "What are you waiting for? Screw me!" His fear of getting caught in the act flashed up briefly, but his desire to fuck this hot chick was stronger. He guided his dick to her pussy and pushed half of it into her with the first thrust of his hips. "Yeah!" she screamed. "Deeper!" "Keep the noise down, baby," he whispered urgently while he thrust forward again and buried the rest of his dick in her hot pussy. "Yeah!" she screamed again, not quite as loud this time. "Fuck me!" All fear of getting caught was forgotten when her pussy muscles tightened and enveloped his dick like a velvet glove. He grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her fast and hard. Each time his hips slammed into her ass cheeks, he let out a hoarse groan, punctuated by the girl's almost continuous moans of pleasure. Having come just a few minutes earlier definitely helped his self-control, but the thrill of fucking her in the ladies' room, where another customer could push the unlocked door open and surprise them any minute, soon got the better of him. He tightened his grip on her hips and slammed into her even harder, oblivious to the noise they were both making. "I'm coming!" the girl suddenly shrieked and pushed her ass back, almost throwing him off balance. Her pussy muscles clamped down on his dick erratically and pushed him over the edge again. He shot his load deep into her and finally pulled his spent dick out of her pussy, coated with a mixture of her juices and his cum. "Hand me some toilet paper." She was still breathing hard, but had regained enough of her composure to stand without leaning against the wall. Holding her skirt up around her waist with one hand, she quickly wiped the juices off her pussy and thighs. "Babe, that was good," she said when she was finished and threw the soaking wad of paper on the floor. "I really got to run now." "Wait! Your panties!" He bent down to pick them up, then stopped when he remembered that she had pissed into them. "They're all wet! Just throw them away, or keep them--" She straightened her skirt and made for the door, stopping briefly in front of the mirror to check her face for cum that might have escaped her mouth when she blew him. There was none. "See you around!" She waved cheerfully at him and disappeared out of the door. The janitor just stood there, pants still down, limp dick dangling in front of him, and stared after her. His buddies would never believe this! Pit Stop She was beginning to really squirm in her seat. It had been a long time since Karen had passed a place to stop and use the bathroom. Up ahead she saw a gas station. "Shit!" she said to herself, realizing it was closed. Well it was the middle of the night, what did she expect. She was cursing herself for leaving so late. This was her third year away at school and she has gotten to know the drive back to her parents' quite well. She knew how hard it would be to find anything open this late at night. It was after 2 AM and she had been on the road for almost three hours without a break. Her bladder was beginning to hurt she had to go so bad. Finally up ahead she saw the glow of a sign from a gas station. She let out a big sigh of relief when she saw that it was still open. She was so glad to know that she wouldn't have to relieve herself on the side of the road. She exited from the highway, parked in front and scurried inside. She didn't even bother to lock the doors on her BMW because she knew she would only be a minute. She was greeted with a stare from the guy behind the register. There was loud music playing from a radio up at the counter. He looked her up and down, then exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. She surveyed the room, then spotted the door to the bathroom. She moved quickly in that direction, opened it and went inside. As she had expected, it was a dirty, smelly, gas station bathroom. The stale smell of urine lingered in the musty air. She pulled her shorts and panties down in one quick motion and sat on the toilet and instantly felt relief as she released her bladder. She thought about the worker as she was sitting there. It seemed pretty odd to her to see a decent looking guy working in a gas station this late at night out in the middle of nowhere. She noticed how he had looked at her, but she wasn't bothered. She knew she was hot. She was a short brunette with good-sized breasts, firm and perky. She worked out and was fit, with a great toned body. She was horny. It had been a while since she had been with anyone. Her last boyfriend had cheated on her with her ex-roommate and that had left her a bit jaded against relationships. She began to fantasize about this guy, his body pressed up against her tan skin, embracing her petite frame, sucking on her pert nipples. Before she could even get too far into her fantasy, the door flew open. It was him, and here she was with her pants down, sitting on the toilet taking a piss. "Hey get out of here!" she exclaimed. "Shut the fuck up" he demanded. "Now listen you little rich bitch, you can either do this the easy way or the hard way." She began to feel very afraid. The shock had tensed her up so much that she had stopped peeing. She sat there on the toilet petrified. "There's no one around. It's just me and you." She quickly examined her options. She knew this stretch of road and knew that no one would be coming by here for any reason except maybe gas, but he had probably turned off the sign and closed up for the night. He was much bigger than her and muscular. She knew she didn't have much of a chance fighting her way out. She knew what she had to do. "Just don't put up a fight. Give him what he wants and everything will be OK," she thought to herself. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big. He moved over in front of here, she was still sitting on the toilet. "Get down on your knees," he demanded, and she did. He pushed his cock against her lips and she opened up, allowing him to enter her mouth. She felt so violated. "Don't try anything stupid unless you really want to get hurt. Just suck my cock. Nice and slow," and so she did. She could hear him sigh; she knew how to give a really good blowjob. She tried her best, hoping to end this as quickly as possible. She felt his hand on the back of her head. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and guided her head back and forth. The next stroke, she began to pull her head back and met the resistance of his hand, "Come on bitch," he said, "put it in the back of your throat." He pulled he head forward and jammed his cock in her mouth; it went all the way in. She felt herself gag, but he kept pushing it in. She had swallowed his whole length and he held her there for a second. She was fighting to pull her head back before she threw up. He released and she pulled all the way back, releasing his cock from her mouth and began coughing and spitting. He slapped her face "I didn't say you were through honey," and he grabbed the hair on the back of her head and forced his cock into her mouth again. He was relentless now, fucking her face, forcing his cock into her throat with every stroke. Her eyes were tearing up and her makeup was starting to smear. He pulled it out and slapped her across the face with his dick before fucking her face some more. She was beginning to relax her throat enough now that she was no longer gagging. She never had been able to deep-throat before and this was a new experience for her. She began to feel a tingle in her pussy, "This is sick she thought to herself." Finally he was through with her mouth. He pulled out his cock. He reached down and grabbed her shirt. It was her favorite tight red top; it showed off her breasts so well. Maybe it wasn't the best choice tonight. He pulled it off over her head and threw it on the floor. She was wearing a black lace bra, which he quickly relieved her of. He reached down with both hands and pinched her nipples. "Stand up," he growled, and he pulled her shorts and panties off, removing her sandals in the process. She stood there on urine stained bathroom floor. He stripped off his clothes as well. Then he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around and pushed her head down to the counter by the sink. He was standing behind her and she could feel his hard cock resting against her butt. She felt his hand between he legs feeling her pussy. He slid a finger into her gap. She was wet, "You little slut, you're enjoying this aren't you?" She felt her pussy open as he pushed the head of his dick against her lips. In one hard push he was all the way inside her. She rose up off the counter a little and he pushed her back down hard. He started fucking her hard and fast, with long strokes in and out. She began to breathe hard. She could feel herself approaching climax. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He fucked her harder. He slapped her ass, "That's it, take that cock. Take it you little whore." She was beginning to feel really good. She couldn't believe it. Here she was getting raped and loving every minute of it. She admitted to herself that she had thought he was attractive and was fantasizing about having him, but not this way. He rammed her harder and harder and she couldn't resist any longer, she started moaning. He was panting and fucking and sweating. He pulled out and turned her around and propped her up one the counter. In one motion he was inside her again and pounding away in her pussy. She reached up and grabbed her tits and started rubbing them. He had her legs spread wide and was giving her a good fuck. She reached down and stared rubbing her clit, "Yah, that's it slut, I knew you wanted this shit." She couldn't take it any longer, she stated to cum. It was an earth shattering orgasm and she started screaming, "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!" She came all over his cock. He was still going as she was coming down from her orgasm and suddenly she felt the pressure in her bladder again. She remembered she hadn't been able to fully relieve herself before she was taken by surprise. "Please stop for a minute. I have to pee. Please." He just kept going; he started fucking her harder. "You better not let it go, or you'll have to pay," he placed his hand over her bladder and began to push on it. "No, please don't do that. Really, I'm going to go!" He just continued. She tried to hold back, but she was losing control over her body. Suddenly she could feel herself starting to let go. The warm fluid began to come out. She was pissing on him. She was so scared about what would happen. He moaned. She was peeing right on his stomach and it ran down between them. He reached down with his hands and caught some of her piss and rubbed it over his chest and body. She couldn't believe it. "He likes this," she thought to herself. So she reached down and aimed her stream right for his chest. He was enjoying it and that started to turn her on too. She sighed a little and pushed the fluid out in a steady stream on him. He rubbed her tits with his hands and moved his body close to hers and her piss ran down between both of them. She could feel how warm it was. They both moaned. She finished pissing and sighed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her off the counter onto her feet, then forced her down onto her knees again. He pushed his piss-covered cock back into her mouth and fucked her face again. After a few strokes he started to strain and moan. He pulled out and stroked his cock fast, "Yes, please. Cum for me, cum all over my face," she whimpered. And with that, he let go and shot semen onto her face. She was in heaven. She was loving being treated like a dirty whore. She could still taste her own piss in her mouth and she opened up and tasted his hot cum as it shot into her mouth and all over her face. He groaned as the last spurts of cum fell onto her tits. "You are a nasty little cunt aren't you,” he said; "Now I have to pay you back for pissing on me bitch." He stood in front of the toilet and looked at her. "Get over here,” he was pointing just next to the bowl. She wiped his cum from her face and crawled over. He lifted the seat. He grabbed her hair and moved her head onto the edge of the bowl. He grabbed his cock and aimed at the bowl and started to relieve himself. Then he turned and aimed his stream at her face. She closed her eyes and felt his urine flowing over her. She couldn't help it, this was turning her on, his cock, the way he was controlling her, the warm feeling of his piss going all over her. She reached down and started rubbing her clit again and moaning. She opened her mouth and his piss filled it up. She was so turned on. She jammed two, then three fingers into her pussy and finger fucked herself. He finished pissing and began stroking his cock. She continued to finger fuck herself to another orgasm. His cock was getting hard. She got up on all fours with her ass facing him and said, "Please, fuck me again. I need more of your cock." "Why do you need it?" he said, "Is it because you a fucking whore." "Yes, I'm a nasty little whore. I'm a slut. I need cock. Please fuck my cunt," she couldn't believe her own words, but she felt them. He was in control of her. She needed his cock. He reached forward, grabbed her hips and plunged his cock into her cunt. She was so wet. He fucked her hard and she reached back and rubbed her clit. After a minute he pulled out and she whined, "Please don't stop." "I'm going to give it to you don't worry," she looked back and could see a grin on his face. He reached down and she felt his finger on her asshole. She tensed up. "I thought you wanted it slut," he said. She did, but she had never had anal sex before. "Well you're going to get it so you better get ready." He put his finger in her cunt and got it good and wet, then took it out and pressed against her asshole. She tried to just relax. His index finger slid into her ass and he began to move it around. He fucked her pussy as he worked her asshole with his finger, and she loved it. He pulled out then grabbed his cock and pushed it up against her anus. She was getting nervous but tried to relax. He pushed on her and she could feel her ass opening to his cock. It felt so big and hurt, but she tried not to tense up. He let out a groan. In a second he was all the way in, filling up her ass with his big cock. He stayed there for a minute and she tried to relax. He pulled back and then jammed her hard. She grunted. He kept going. He grabbed her hips and tried to push harder and deeper. She pain was subsiding and she was getting caught in the sex. She was getting fucked in the ass and it felt good. She was relaxing and he was able to slide in and out easily. He started to fuck her fast. Her ass felt so good. She reached between her legs and slid a finger into her pussy. He kept fucking her asshole. She needed release; she jammed two more fingers into her cunt and was fucking herself with a fury. He was ramming her ass and she could feel the pressure inside her cunt on her hand. She was in ecstasy. She was panting and moaning and begging for him to fuck her harder, "Fuck my ass! Fuck me like the slut I am!" He grabbed her hair and pulled it hard and she just groaned. He slapped her ass. He pulled her up by her hair and put his arm around her throat and yelled at her, "You fucking whore. Take it. Take it you bitch!" She was being choked and fucked up the ass and was loving every second. She came so hard that her legs buckled and she full onto the piss covered floor. He rolled her over and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and jammed his cock into her mouth. He fucked her mouth even harder than before until finally he started to cum. It shot right down her throat and she tried to swallow it all. There was so much that it filled her mouth and dribbled out the side and down her cheek. He pulled his cock out and shot the rest of his cum all over her tits. She laid there on the floor in her own piss and rubbed his cum into her skin. He looked at her on the floor, covered in cum with her hair all tussled and make-up smeared all over her face. "Clean yourself up and get the fuck out of here." She did as she was told. When she opened the bathroom door to leave, she saw him sitting behind the counter, just as he was before, smoking a cigarette. She looked away quickly, realizing what all she had done, the things she had said. She ran out to her car and sped away. All the way to her parents’ house, she thought about what had happened. She was making herself horny again. She had never realized what a slut she could be, or how she could really enjoy such nasty, rough sex. She knew that any time she drove back home now she would have to stop there to "use the bathroom" again. She laughed to herself. She imagined what other things they might do. She thought about that at home as she laid there in her old bedroom, in her old bed, her fingers playing with her pussy as she came again. Pit Stop It was late afternoon. Jack and Kate were speeding down Route 1, blasting the music, enjoying the sun and the wind that swept into the convertible, tousling their hair. Jack had his hand on Kate's leg, resting it there as he focused on the road. Kate was wearing one of her famous sundresses, a pink one this time, one that brought out the blonde streaks in her hair and made her blue eyes shine. His hand was right on the hem. He could feel the soft material of the dress with his fingers while his thumb rubbed circles on the even softer skin that was next to it. Kate looked over at Jack. She smiled because he was so focused on the drive, and on the view that lay in front of them. She slid down in the seat, causing his hand to pull her dress up a couple inches. Jack kept his eyes on the road, but gave her leg a squeeze. Kate looked up at him. "Uh, Jack, I think there's a problem." She shifted around on the leather seat, the friction pulling her dress up even more. "Yeah babe, what's that?" Jack looked over, and did a double take. The strap of her sundress was slipping down her left shoulder, and since she obviously wasn't wearing a bra, the dress was dangerously close to falling off and exposing her perfect breasts with their wind-hardened nipples. Oh, that and her dress was leaving only the slightest to the imagination as it was pulled up almost around her waist. "Jack, I think I forgot to wear underwear today." She smiled and squirmed so that his hand fell between her legs. His dick immediately hardened, straining against his jeans as his hand felt her bare pussy rub against it. She was completely smooth. He could feel the engorged lips of her labia as she raised her hips up to meet his hand. He rotated his hand to cup her, and applied the slightest pressure with his middle finger. She was so wet that it slipped immediately inside her up to the second knuckle. Kate leaned her head back and closed her eyes, a sigh escaping from her opened mouth. Her hips rotated in circles, sliding his finger in and out of her. She reached down and pulled her dress up around her waist, so that when Jack looked over again, he could see her toned stomach. Her hips were bucking now, and moans were coming faster and faster. Then abruptly, they stopped. "Jack, it feels so good, but you know I can't get off like this. Let's find somewhere to pull over." He could feel her pussy tighten around his finger and she pushed his hand against her mound with her own hand, asking him to keep it there inside her. "Whatever you want, but there's nowhere for a few miles." "I think I can find something to help you pass the time." Kate leaned over, and running her hand over his denim-covered dick, licked her lips. With her leaning over like that, Jack could see down her shirt. Her C-cups were hanging heavily, bouncing with the motion of the car. He could see her light pink nipples were erect and just waiting for a warm mouth. She unzipped his pants, and the next thing he knew, her tongue was swirling around his dick, her blonde hair tickling his thighs. She was kneeling in the passenger seat now, her ass on full display to anyone driving by. She licked the underside of the head and then plunged down the whole length, the whole time her hands playing with his balls and stroking the shaft. Jack pulled over and climbed into the passenger seat. Kate turned around, and straddling him, guided him straight into her soaking pussy. She was so warm and wet and tight that Jack thought he would cum right then. She started lifting herself up and the lowering herself slowly, enjoying the feel of him sliding in and out of her. Jack slipped the rest of her dress off her shoulders and she leaned forward, burying his face in her boobs. His hands reached around to her ass and he squeezed it, enjoying its firmness. Kate was going faster now, and Jack's hips were rising to meet her. Kate was still so wet that her juices were running down into Jack's lap and every time they came together there was a sexy squishing noise. Kate had her head back and was moaning. She was bouncing on him now, her boobs swinging in front of his face – occasionally he managed to suck one into his mouth, but she was fucking him so fast and hard that the coordination it required was too much. Besides that, he couldn't really think about anything other than the way his dick felt as it slid deep inside her. Kate shifted her bouncing motion to a rocking one so that her clit was rubbing directly on his pelvic bone. Now his face was buried in her breasts and his hands guided her hips in a rough rhythm, fucking her harder and harder as her moans got louder. "Oh , ah, oh Jack, mmm..." Her moans were getting higher and faster and her movements were frantic. "Don't stop, don't stop, oh oh OHHH!!" She grabbed his head and crushed it to her chest. Jack couldn't hold back once he felt her pussy tighten around his cock and he thrust into her one last time, shooting his hot load deep inside of her. They both rested, breathing heavily. They could feel their juices pooling in the leather seat. "Well, I guess we'll have to stop and clean this up," Jack said at last. "Mmhmm," Kate murmured into his ear. "I think I'm going to need a nice shower when we get home too baby." Jack's dick, still deep inside her, twitched at the thought of a soapy shower with Kate. "I'm sure we can arrange for that." Pit Stop Persuasion Geoffrey turned off the engine and pulled the keys from the ignition with a sigh. Leaning back against the seat of his truck he closed his eyes for a minute. His hands moved up to his face as he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. He had been driving for too many hours and needed a break from the road. After seeing the signs for this little diner a few miles back, he figured it would be a good place to make a pit-stop and fuel up his body. With another sigh he opened the door and climbed out into dusty wind that was blowing around his truck. The place wasn't all that busy considering it seemed to be the only choice for a meal for several miles. He pushed the door of his truck shut and headed in to fill his now grumbling stomach. The little bell on the door alerted everyone to his presence as he shuffled into the diner. After taking a look around, Geoffrey nodded and gave a small smile to the waitress, who caught his attention from behind the counter. She smiled back and told him to pick any seat he wanted. He made his way to a window seat and slid into the booth. While he waited for the waitress, Geoffrey checked out his fellow diners. There was an older man that looked like he spent days on end traveling the road and selling whatever it was he had to sell. A mom and her two small kids were smiling and laughing in a corner booth and a guy about his age was at the counter reaching into his pocket to pay for the meal he'd just finished. Geoffrey watched as the guy flirted with the waitress as she tried to charm him into a tip. She caught him watching the interaction and winked at him over the paying customer's shoulder. It may have cost her the tip she was probably hoping for, because her customer caught the exchange and turned with a slight frown to glance at Geoffrey. They stared each other down for a few seconds before Geoffrey let the guy have the win and looked for something outside the window to capture his attention instead. He wasn't in the mood to ruffle any feathers today. He just wanted some food and some time to chill out and relax before having to hit the road again. The waitress finally made her way to his table and gave him a menu to look over, while she went to fetch the sweet tea he ordered. He was trying to decide between a few items when the bell rang from the door and he glanced up to see who stepped in. The menu was completely forgotten as Geoffrey took in the newest addition. A curvy redhead stood there biting her lip trying to decide where to sit. Slowly Geoffrey let his eyes roam over her body from head to foot. She was curved in all the right places and didn't bother to hide the fact. Her breasts were barely contained in the little, white shirt she had on and her ass was almost peeking out of the tiny skirt she wore. He let his eyes take in every inch of her, all the way down to the black boots that went up to her mid-thigh. Clearly she knew she had a body to flaunt and she was standing there a little too long just to show it off. From behind the menu, Geoffrey watched her find her spot and sit down. The booth had her sitting perfectly placed in front of him. He had a great view of those legs and the shadows under the table hid what could possibly be between them. He found himself wondering if she was a thong girl or the school girl panties type. He looked back up at her face only to find her watching him as closely as he was watching her. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips so quickly he would have missed it, if wasn't for the fact that he was already looking at her lips and wondering what they'd feel like wrapped around his cock. Shaking his head and trying to clear his mind Geoffrey went back to his menu. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't remember the last time he let his mind go that fast into the gutter when looking at a woman, but this one was just screaming for attention. He let his eyes drift back to her and again they were looking at each other. He wondered what was going through her mind. Was she thinking he was some pervert that got his jollies staring at young women? Did she find him as attractive as he found her? Did she like being watched? He got his answer within seconds of that last thought when he watched her hand slip under the table and obviously slide right up between her thighs. His eyes flew from her hand to her face and she smiled so sexy and seductively. Her eyes closed briefly and her mouth formed an O shape as her hand seemed to find a good place between her legs. Geoffrey felt his cock harden behind his zipper as he watched her tease him from across the room. She knew exactly what she was doing and what she wanted. He watched her get up from the table and he couldn't take his eyes from her as she started walking towards him. Thinking she was going to join him at his table, his pulse quickened a bit. She, however, had other plans and walked right past him. Geoffrey couldn't help but turn his head and watch her walk by. She glanced back at him over her shoulder just before she slipped into the door under the restroom sign. He sat there and forced himself to count to thirty two times before he got up from his seat and followed her. He got to the door and was contemplating knocking, when the door swung open and she was there grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him into the room with her. The door closed and locked behind them as she pushed him to the wall and pressed her body against his. Her hands moved over his chest before he heard her ask: "Did you see something you liked out there?" Geoffrey opened his mouth to reply but before he could say a word his lips were met with hers and she was kissing him with such need he could only respond with a groan. Her fingers slid down his arms and guided his hands to her ass just under her skirt. When his fingers made contact with her bare skin, instinct took over. No longer needing her guidance, Geoffrey's hands discovered she had taken things a step further than he thought and wore no panties under that skirt at all. Suddenly he was as hard as he'd ever been, knowing she probably came in looking for just this, and he was the one lucky enough to get picked. Geoffrey's hands grabbed her ass hard and caused a small gasp to escape her lips as she pulled from the kiss. She caught his eye as her hands undid his pants and slid into them to pull his dick free from confinement. Never looking away, she slowly lowered herself to her knees until her mouth was mere inches from his rock hard shaft. Geoffrey watched as her tongue began its sweet, torturous adventure along the length of him. Slowly she licked until she reached the head of his cock which was already leaking a small amount of pre-cum. He finally broke eye contact and let his head fall back against the wall when her lips wrapped themselves around the tip of his throbbing dick and began to suck on it. He could feel and hear her moaning as she took more of him into her mouth. His own moans of pleasure joined hers when he felt the back of her throat and knew she'd taken all of him past her sexy lips. Geoffrey couldn't help himself and knotted his fingers into her mass of red hair to guide her up and down his shaft as she sucked. Her big brown eyes looked up at him and gave him added encouragement to fuck her mouth like he would her pussy, burying it deep into her throat. He couldn't remember the last time he got a woman to take all of him like this and he made sure to enjoy every thrust. He knew she had to be swallowing a lot of pre-cum because he felt himself close to unloading all he had into her throat. When she reached up and began to play with his balls, moving them around in her hands and squeezing them lightly, he lost all control. With one final push, he shoved his cock into her mouth and came so hard his whole body shook. She didn't miss a beat and swallowed everything he shot at her. He expected to soften as he pulled himself out of her mouth but watching those sexy lips of hers slowly suck off his head, as if to make sure she got everything, kept him just as hard. Rising from her knees, his mystery woman took a step back from him and proceeded to lift her top up over her head. Geoffrey couldn't take his eyes off her chest. She stood there a few minutes and teased him by caressing and squeezing herself through her bra. Her breasts were barely contained by it and all he wanted to do was fill his hands with them. She seemed to have another plan in mind though, as she turned towards the counter and sinks against the wall opposite of them. Geoffrey watched as she walked away from him those few feet and then glanced back at him over her shoulder. After making sure she had his complete attention, she slid her hand down her backside and lifted up that short little skirt to expose some ass cheek. In one quick movement she slapped her own ass causing a pink mark to appear just before she dropped the skirt. That was the only invitation Geoffrey needed as he crossed the room in two steps and flipped that skirt back up over her ass before bending her over the counter. She looked at him in the mirror as his hands caressed her cheeks, his fingers brushing over the pink mark left by her own hand. Shifting himself just slightly to the side, Geoffrey removed his hand from her ass long enough to catch some momentum before letting it slap hard over the already pink area. Her reflection in the mirror showed her biting her lip and closing her eyes for the briefest of seconds. It was the only reaction she gave him but it was enough for him to know she liked it and that sent the blood flowing right through his cock. Positioning himself behind her yet again, Geoffrey grabbed her hips and slid himself, without pause, deep into her pussy. He groaned loudly when he found her soaking wet and ready for him. The fact that she continued to watch him in the mirror as he fucked her, turned him on more than he ever thought possible. He found himself staring at the mirror as well to see them moving together. Leaning over the counter like she was, left her breasts practically falling out of her sexy black bra and it was frustrating that he couldn't see them completely. Geoffrey made the choice to change that and with one hard thrust he pushed deep into her, causing her to be pinned between him and the counter. Releasing her hips he moved his hands to her tits and gave her bra a hard yank, pulling it down and causing her to totally tumble out. Instantly his hands reached for her nipples which were perfectly hard and ready for him. He captured them between his thumb and finger and gave them a tug. She didn't disappoint him with her reaction when her body pressed back onto his dick and her back arched. She looked directly at him through the mirror and moaned as he gave her buds another pull. God, this woman was so sexy and the way she reacted to him and challenged him with her eyes had him headed towards the edge of sanity. He got briefly distracted from her tits when her ass pressed against him and he felt her tighten her pussy muscles around his cock. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Her eyes were begging for it in the mirror and her body was encouraging it too. He watched her brace her hands on the counter, as if reading his mind, preparing herself for his pounding. Geoffrey needed no further encouragement and grabbed her hips once again. There was nothing slow and steady about his movements this time. Together they watched each other as he slammed his cock into her soaking pussy time and time again. Their sounds mingled in the room. She was crying out and moaning while he was grunting and panting. He was sure the other customers could hear them outside the door but he just didn't give a shit. He knew at this pace he wouldn't last much longer, especially if she kept tightening around his shaft. With one hand he reached up and grabbed a fist full of her red hair and used it as leverage to press as deep as he could into her. With her head pulled back he heard her confess that she was going to cum and he lost all control. His dick began to release loads of hot cum deep into her pussy as he felt her orgasm around him. He released her hair and leaned forward placing his hands on the counter next to hers to make sure he slammed in hard the last few strokes. She gave herself up to the moment and stopped watching them in the mirror. Her head and body went limp under his as she shook and whimpered through the final waves of pleasure that took over both of them. Slowly he slid out and stepped away from her and the counter. All that could be heard now was their hard breaths and the noises from the diner. She stood up and adjusted herself in the mirror while he put himself back together too. She had just turned towards him when they heard a knock on the door. She smiled up at him and winked, "Perfect" she said before unlocking the door and scooting out past the waitress. The waitress looked knowingly from her retreating form to him, but he found that he didn't care what she was thinking as he slipped past her too. His mystery redhead hustled out the front door of the diner and into her car pausing only for a second to glance at him and mouth the words "Thank you" to him through the window, before flooring it out of the parking lot and his life forever. He knew he would never forget this day and he found himself agreeing with her. It was indeed, perfect.