5 comments/ 8189 views/ 2 favorites Tire Trouble Ch. 01 By: kc_sweetNsour It's a cool and rainy fall afternoon. I am driving my Camaro down a side street, to avoid the bottleneck of traffic on the Freeway. It's a winding road through a wooded area, so it is less traveled, but for my commute it is perfect. As I come off a bridge crossing, I hear that familiar BANG and my car becomes VERY difficult to control. I manage to pull over to the side of the road. "Dammit!" I scream. The right rear tire is riding down on the rim. It's not the perfect ending to a shitty day. I get out of the car to assess the situation. I have to get the tire changed. This road has no street lights, it will be dark in about 2 hours and not many people will come down the road. Of course it has to be slightly on the chilly side, but I can't keep my sweater on over my tank top, because it will shrink and get ruined. So I slip it over my head, throw my hair up in a hasty pony tail, kick off my heels, and open the trunk. I quick set out two road flares I have behind me, so people won't hit me coming around that bend. I lay the blanket on the ground, as that is all that will shield me from the cold damp ground. I get the jack out of the car and shimmy underneath. (And that is a tight squeeze with a Camaro.) I struggle and curse repeatedly until the jack is in position, and I start to struggle with the crank. Suddenly I hear the gravel cracking behind my car. I, of course, am a little nervous because you just never know. Foot steps approach from the rear, and I hear, "Do you need some help?" I slide out, not realizing that my skirt is hiking up a little too far showing my pink lace thong. "Well I am not one to turn down help, especially in these conditions." You smile and say, "You look really cold." I notice that my nipples are straining against the flimsy white fabric of my tank top, which is already damp. I giggle, "Yeah, I guess so." "Well let's get you on your way as fast as we can." "Thanks, Hon. Could you grab the tire iron and start loosening the lugs? I will be completely worthless at that, I have no strength" I slide back under the corner of the car to continue cranking the jack. "Hold On!" you tell me, "It would be easier for me to loosen the lugs with the wheel still on the ground. It will give me more leverage to turn them." I slide back out a little and say, "Ok, I can wait. Go ahead." I watch as you squat down near the tire and start to turn the lugs. I don't realize that my skirt has ridden almost completely up and my panties are getting rained on. Well I should say I don't realize it until I see a giant bulge forming in your khakis. "There. I got them, you can start jacking." I decide it's time to be a little playful. "That's a loaded statement. Are we still talking about the car?" I hear you stammer and cough. "Yeah, yeah let's just sick with the car." "Just for now?" "Yeah, just for now", you chuckle. I start turning the crank on the jack. "Jacking up!" I say. I can tell it's getting to you, because you are adjusting your position on your stance as you combat your natural reaction to my teasing. I slide back out a little more, my skirt riding way up. "There got to get into a better position. Position is a key element, when jacking a long rod like this." I can hear you grunt. "Yeah, I suppose so." I say, "My you truly ARE a "Good" Samaritan. You aren't even reacting to me, or am I making you uncomfortable?" "No I am good. I just got out of what I thought was a good relationship. She apparently didn't. So I am little gun shy." "No worries." I look you up and down. "Her loss. I don't think she was smart letting you go. Your 'gun' doesn't look very 'shy' to me at all." I reach up and give your inner thigh a soft rub as you start to squirm. Slowly I get the jack up and the wheel off the ground. I bring the spare over to you. You make the switch. "Not often you see a full-sized spare." "For what I am paying for this damn car it should come with someone to change it for me." "Well I guess it did, now, didn't it?" "Yeah, it sure did." You finish hand-tightening the lug nuts and I lower the car to the ground. I put the old wheel and the jack into the car as you tighten up the lugs. I realize now just how much of a nasty mess I am. "What do I owe ya?" "Nothing, just glad I could help ya out." "Well at least let me take you out for dinner tonight. I can't abide not doing something for ya." "That is not necessary." I put on my sweetest little pouty face. "Please, let me take you out for dinner. You don't even have to drive anywhere, I will pick you up. What have you got to lose? I promise I look better than this, normally." "Oh ok, I guess I can take ya up on that, being I won't win with you." "You sure as shit won't." You give me your address and I say I will be there to pick you up around 7:30. As we are walking apart, I holler out, "Italian or Asian?" "Italian is just fine with me." "You got it babe." I race home realizing that I have less than two hours to get myself presentable and be over to your place and pick you up. I get home and whip through the shower as fast as I can. Now comes the hard part. "What to wear? What to Wear?" I start throwing clothes all over my closet until I find exactly what I am looking for: I slip on my naughtiest Victoria's Secret ensemble. Black lace push up bra; string thong; garter belt; and stockings. I slip my little black dress over my head, and pull it down and into position; smoothing it down all over my body. I do my makeup and my hair. Now, I face the toughest decision, glasses or contacts? Finally I realize I am out of time. Glasses it is. I throw on my black half jacket and head out. I speed to your house, I love seeing the expression on your face as you take me in. "See, I told ya I look better." "You sure do. I feel underdressed." "Babe, you are just fine. I hope you really like Italian, because I know a good little place downtown. I know a good place to eat just about anything you want." "I look forward to it." I drive you downtown, and we eat at a nice candlelit, romantic restaurant. The whole time I flirt shamelessly, as I see you as my personal hero. On the way back I ask, "So how did you like it?" "It was absolutely wonderful. If you know good places to eat everything, I can't imagine where you know to eat good Asian food." You pause, awkwardly. "Ummm, No Offense." "None taken. Being Asian, I do have a little inside information. You in the mood for dessert?" "Yeah, why not, but it will be my treat this time." "Oh no, I insist. Trust me." As we drive down that familiar road on which we went, you ask, "Where is it?" "Oh, not far." We pull up to my house, and up to my garage. "Where are we?" you ask. "This is my place. I serve up the best dessert in town." I lead you in and offer you a chair and a drink. "I got scotch, beer, or brandy." "I will take a beer. Scotch is too expensive, and I am not too big a fan of Brandy." I giggle, "Me either, ever since she stopped stripping, Brandy's been a bitch." I think to myself "DUMBASS! That was stupid!" But I hear you chuckle. "Sorry, that was corny." "No I thought it was funny." I bring you your drink, and I sit down on your lap after starting the stereo. I give you a quick kiss on the cheek. You seem to be a little nervous. "So this dessert, you talk about?" I slip off my half jacket. "Well I thought it could be a bit more of an intimate dessert if you don't mind." I caress your thigh. "I don't know. I am on a strict diet." "Well baby, you wanted to know where the best place was to eat Asian. So here I am." I stand up and lift my dress up over my head. Letting you see all of Victoria's glory. I kneel down and unzip your fly and reach my fingers through your fly. I slowly stroke on your cock. "I figured this dessert is the best in town." "Well the presentation is phenomenal." I slowly suck your cock into my mouth and bob my head up and down. Your hands are in my hair as I slide my bra straps off my shoulders. You take my cue and unhook me in the back, and my tits spill free. I keep bobbing up and down on you. "MMM this feels so good. I am so glad I stopped to help you. But, you promised me an 'Asian Dessert' now didn't you?" I stand up and let you pop out of mouth slowly. You reach up and slide my thong down over my stockings and garters. I lean you back, kick off my heels, and stand up tall on the arms of the chair. I brace my hands against the wall, and squat like a catcher over your face. I moan as I feel your mouth clamp on to my clit. The waves of electricity fill my body as you eat me. "Better than any fortune cookie, huh?" "Mom-hmm" you moan. I grind my pussy on your face until I can no longer stand it. I climb down off the chair, and slide everything off my coffee table. I assume the Doggy-Style position. I see you shed your clothes all the way and position yourself behind me. I scream and moan with pleasure as I feel you press into me. "FUCK!" I scream as you grab my hips with your left hand and pull my hair with your right hand. You fill me so completely as I push back to your every thrust. You moan and groan as I buck into you. "I can't hold back anymore. Your pussy is just too good. I have to pull out!" "Don't you fucking dare! You fill my pussy and you fill it now!" With that I clamp my pussy around you and feel you shoot your big load into me. It scalds my pussy deeper and deeper. Then I know you got it all the way in there. We both moan and pant with exhausted pleasure. You ask, "Was it good for you?" "No complaints here. I wouldn't' mind having seconds sometime." "Anytime you want. But only if I can have your number?" "Seems a bit cliché at this point, but of course. Don't pull out of me yet. Just let me enjoy the feeling of you softening and slipping out of me." "Anything you want baby." "Has that helped you get over old what's her name?" "Who do you mean?" "Good Boy!" As we enjoy the feeling of our merged bodies, there is a sudden flash, and someone says, "Say Cheese!" you see a blonde in the doorway with a camera. She says, "There I got it! Perfect finish to a perfect shoot." You stammer, "What the Fuck?!?" I calm you, "Don't worry. She's my Roommate." "What the hell is she doing taking pics of us having sex?!?" "Shh, hun. She is my insurance policy. I don't want you thinking that I am just a one night stand. She holds on to those until we determine you treat me well." I hand you a card with a website address on it. "There are 14 galleries on there of guys who thought they could treat me like shit. I make a little over two grand a month off the site. I really don't want to add a 15th gallery. I would rather let the domain go away. So make sure to be nice." "Oh, don't worry. I won't. You are too gorgeous, fun and sexy." "Good answer. And if you are a good boy. Some night she can just set up the tripod with the remote clicker." I wink at you and smile, devilishly. Tire Trouble Ch. 02 ***I edited the text with asterices to break up the scene changes better. Makes it easier to follow. I am setting this up to have a mental component, as well as physical. So, please, bear with me. And still my thanks to "J D" for getting me going again.*** I can still see that you are a little bit in shock, as my roommate disappears into her room and locks her door. I don't want to ruin what may be a chance at a good thing. I decide it's best to talk. "Don't be worried. As long as you treat me right, we have nothing to worry about. It's only if you cheat or misuse me, that we will have a problem." "But what if we try this, and after a few times it doesn't work? What if we just break up?" "If it is amicable, then there are no worries. I started this website out to publicly humiliate some people that have hurt me in the past. And it started out with three guys. And even with warnings to other guys; it has still grown to 14 in total. There are a few that aren't on here. All I ask for is a little respect." You seem a little nervous. "Hun, this is a lot to take in. I don't want to overwhelm you, and I also don't want to scare you off. I really enjoyed tonight, a lot. And I want to get together with you again, in one way or another. But how about I go get into something a little more comfortable, you get yourself dressed, and I will take you home." "That may for the best. I just- I don't know." "It's ok. I will be right back." I must admit, as I hurry back to my room to change, that I am pretty nervous. I think you are pretty cute, and that you might be someone who will be able to handle me and my "quirks" in the future. But I am scared I did too much too fast. I quickly toss my dress, bra, and thong back on to my laundry basket. I slip off my stockings. I quickly throw on a fleece jogging suit, and flip flops. Toss my hair back in ponytail, and grab my keys. "Are you ready?" "Yeah, I think so. You remember how to get to my place?" "If I need help, you are along, silly." We run out to my car in a light rain, and get in. Driving along, it is awkward silence. I don't like it, at all. I want to make small talk, but I just don't know where to begin. I turn on the radio quiet enough to at least break the silence. "I want to thank you, again, for your help, this afternoon. It handles so much better, now" "Don't mention it. In fact you thanked me just fine. I am not worried about you needing to do anymore for me." "I don't want you to think I am a bad person. I am really not." "How can I think anything else than you blackmail people into get what you want. That's a lot to take in. I thought you were a great girl. And, who knows, maybe you are. But, right now, I just don't know if I am going to pursue finding out. Because, right now I am scared that no matter what I do, in this situation, I am going to be embarrassed, publically." "It isn't like that." "Well, right now, it sure doesn't look like it." I pull into your driveway. As you get out of the car, I call out, "I hope to hear from you." "Don't hold your breath" The car door slams and I pull out of the driveway. Tears fill my eyes, as I sob the whole drive home. I run into my house, and right into my room, throw myself onto my bed and wail. There is a light tapping at my door. "Hun you ok?" "No!" "Can I come in?" "Sure" My roommate, Jamie, comes in and lies next to me on the bed. Her hand is running through my hair. "You want to talk about it?" I just reply with a grunt "We've been down this road before. Do I need to upload another album?" I shake my head, quickly. I just point to myself. "Are you trying to say you are at fault?" I respond with a nod. "It is always my fault. I should have gone to see how this was going, before I had you do that. Now, he is too mad to even talk to me. I am sure he won't call again. And that isn't his fault." "Well you can't say that. You just don't know. We will play it out and see how it goes. Do you have his number?" "No, I only put mine into his phone. Besides he wouldn't want to talk to me. I don't know anymore than where he lives, and I am not going to be a stalker." "Just wait it out and see what happens, sweetie. Don't forget I will protect you, and I will always be here for you." ********* You are sitting around at work, just messing with busy work at your desk. You are still trying to get your head wrapped around what happened last night. You just wish this day would get over with, so you can go home. But it's only 11:15am. You aren't even feeling like lunch, you just are sick to your stomach. Your phone extension rings. It's your friend Mike, two floors up. He is asking about your plans for lunch. "I don't really feel like eating today. Maybe I can work through lunch and get out of here a little earlier." "What's wrong, man? That doesn't sound like you at all." "It's nothing, yet, so no use worrying about it." "I will be right down." "Don't bother", you try to say but the phone clicks before you finish. In about 4 minutes, Mike is at your door. He closes and deadbolts your door behind you. He takes a seat across from your desk in the chair. "Alright man what's the matter? You aren't yourself. You are always a happy guy, except well when Beth broke your heart." "Well I don't know how to explain it to you. I am still trying to understand it all, myself." "Well explain it to me, as best you can. And I will help you try and figure it out." "Ok. I met this girl." "That's half the trouble right there." "Just shut up and listen. She was fun. She was sexy. I changed her flat. She took me out for dinner. We had dessert at her place." "Did you have dessert?Or did you have DESSERT?" "What do you think?" "Well I can see where that can be a cause to make a guy pissy. Getting laid is such a pain in the ass." "Well that is where things went terribly wrong." You launch into an explanation, as best you as you can, of what happened. He listens wide eyed, as you explain. "Hey! I got to ask; was this girl half Asian? Was the roommate, blonde with big cans?" "Yeah, how did you know?" "Was her website called ...? ********** You are following Mike back to his house after a long day. He told you that he could explain things to you a lot better, at his place. It's already dark as you pull in, and you walk your way to the front door. Mike's wife, Katie, has three places set at the dinner table. You sit down to a nice meal, and conversation is mostly between Mike and Katie. Finally the meal is done; you and Mike are cleaning up. Katie closes the refrigerator and looks at you. "You have been awfully quiet, tonight. Is everything ok?" "You are going to have to forgive him honey. He is a little star struck." "Star struck? Did you meet yourself a celebrity?" "A local legend is more like it." "Well in your guys' line of work, you meet a lot of famous people in this town. That should be nothing new." "I said a local legend, not a celebrity." "Who is it?" You finally decide to speak up. "I just met a girl." "Oh you met a girl who is well known, and you can't talk about it, right?" "Well I don't know how well known this girl is." Mike chimes back in, "Dear, she is well known in our house." You look over at Mike, completely stunned. You are more shocked that Katie, this very quiet and polite woman, has any idea of who you tangled with last night. "Well quit making me guess! Tell me who it is!" "He tangled with Miss Sweet 'N' Sour." "Oh, my." Katie started to blush. I think she realized that you now knew that she looked at the kind of sites that star a woman that you messed with last night. "You aren't on the website yet are you?" "I don't know. I don't really want to look." Mike looks at Katie. "I wonder if we should show him what he has gotten tangled up in." "I don't know if I feel comfortable looking at the site, with him around. Maybe he should just look on his own." "Honey, you shouldn't be ashamed, he has been our friend for years. Besides, it's not like you haven't talked about visiting gallery 6 again." Katie stammers and blushes and leaves the room. Mike looks at you. "C'mon man, let's go in the den." Mike pulls up his computer up and log in. "Are you ready?" "I guess so." Mike pulls up a computer to a website, which looks like a pretty tame site, except you know what the site really holds. It is a basic site, pink background with Purple writing. Pictures of the girl you know all to well, in different poses and positions, are spread through out the site. "Ok, so it is porn. I have seen porn. What is so great about it?" "Well take a look at some of these galleries." Mike opens gallery number one, which shows me riding a black guy. Not only am I taking his large shaft deep into my throat, I also seem to be taking much of his massive rod into my pussy. It amazes you that I am stuffing so much into my puss. But you can't help but watch. "She told me that she does this stuff out of revenge. I wonder what is so evil about this." "Well each of these picture galleries has a corresponding movie. We should watch it." You sit back with a beer, as the film starts. You see me talking to the guy in the film. Soon he is taking down my robe and I am completely nude. You see me grind my pussy on his crotch, until I decide to relieve him of his pants. I start bobbing up and down on his enormous, ebony shaft. I get it almost all the way down, before I start to gag, and go back to the bobbing. His cock gets nice and shiny as I finger my clit. "Mike, why don't you skip ahead a little bit? I don't feel THAT comfortable watching porn with you." Mike scrolls forward a little bit. You see me on my back taking his rod about three fourths of the way into my pussy. You feel the stirring because you know how good it felt to be with me. Mike scrolls ahead a little more, now you are shocked. I am on all fours and taking that massive cock all the way into my ass. You watch me get rammed for about 30 seconds, before Mike fast forwards again. You see me taking a load onto my face. And I am sucking his cock clean, after it was bare in my ass. "Alright give it a few seconds, and you will see what's up." I leave the room, saying I need to freshen up. About fifteen seconds after I left, you see Jamie come out of the back ground, completely nude. After a bit of startling, the man calms as Jamie starts licking the man's cock to hardness, and she starts to ride him good and deep. After Mike scrolls back forward you see Jamie doing the same things to the man that I was. But then I walk back in. "What the FUCK! Jamie! He's my fiancé!" "Baby, she just came out of the darkness and started. I didn't know that this wasn't your idea. You said you had a surprise for me! I figured, being she films this stuff, this was your surprise." "I don't think so!" Jamie chimes in, "Wait a minute! He told me that you were ok with this. Because we have done this a half dozen times at least!" "I most certainly have not said that this was ok!" "What do you mean half a dozen times? Bitch this was the first time!" I chuck my ring at him. "It's over! Just get out of my sight. I don't want to see you ever again." Mike closes the video. "So what do you think?" "Well I can see why she put this one up. Wow, she had to be pissed at that." "Yeah, well they are just going to get better." After saying good bye to Mike, and an awkward, no eye-contact, good bye to Katie, you are on your way. You drive home. Can't believe what you have seen. ********** Once you get home, you decide to log on and look at some more. You are relieved to see no fifteenth gallery. But, you remember that Mike mentioned something about Katie, and number six. So you decide to click there next. Clicking on number 6 you see me riding the reverse cowgirl on a guy, in a couple pictures. You can feel yourself getting aroused by the different things you see that I am willing to do, and the positions I do them in. After you browse through some of the screen shots, you move further down the gallery, and realize that you are seeing a different guy with me. Did I switch somewhere? Now I am doing doggy style, with the new guy shoving it deep into my ass. You can't help but touch your growing bulge through the outside of your basketball shorts. You know how good I felt, and that was just my mouth and pussy. Imagine if you could take my ass. Finally you decide to watch the video. You see me licking the first man's throbbing manhood. His cock slides deftly between my lips. You can't figure out how I can do that and not gag. Your hand drops into your shorts. You feel the first drops of precum, flowing down your shaft, as you see me climbing on top. Loud moans escape my lips as I slide his pole all the way into my pussy. I finger my clit roughly, as bounce on his shaft. After about three minutes we switch positions. My legs are up on his shoulders and pressed to my chest as he rails me hard and deep. You can't keep your concentration up as images of Katie fill your head. After all, she did like this gallery the best. After much crying and moaning you hear me cum. My pussy keeps getting plowed through my orgasm. Soon the guy pulls out, and sprays his cum all over me. You think I look hot. But you still can't help about Katie covered with cum as well. You have always thought she was kind of hot. Sure she has broad hips and has a little more cushion, but she is by no means fat. She is just a real woman. As you come back to focus on my video, you see me now with a different guy. I still have the cum dripping on me as he gets me up into the doggy position. He licks my ass repeatedly. You hear me moaning. Of course you can't help but wonder if Katie likes her ass licked. You have always thought she had a nice wide ass. She must like it, no wonder she was embarrassed. Soon the second man is stuffing his smaller cock into my ass. No wonder I am not wincing in pain. It isn't all that big, but I seem to be enjoying it as he buries himself in my ass, completely. You are stroking your cock harder now as you watch me get fucked in the ass, and half dream of Katie doing this too. Suddenly you see the first man reappear. His still limp cock now hangs in front of my face. You watch me lick him nice and slowly and eventually his cock starts to grow. I continue to brace myself with one hand, in the doggy style position. My mouth stuffed with the first cock. The second cock in my ass and slamming home, and my other arm under me as I flick my clit, and finger my pussy. I am moaning and sweating. And now you realize what it is that Katie likes, and you wonder if she was just embarrassed that you knew; or was she embarrassed because she wanted you to help out? You are stroking yourself harder and harder. The second man starts to grunt a lot as he starts to fill my ass with his hot spunk. As he softens and pulls out, the first man replaces him, behind me and stuffs himself back into my pussy. As he is ramming me for all I am worth, I clean the second prick off. Licking all my ass taste mixed with his cum off him. I am savoring every drop and moaning loud. I start to scream louder and louder as my orgasm grips me. I am convulsing on his cock as he unloads into me with his second orgasm of the evening. Soon he pulls his cock out, and I lick him clean. You see me dripping from both holes as my tongue dances on his softening cock. Your own orgasm is building. You are stoking furiously as you begin to erupt stream after stream of sticky hot cum. Your are half thinking of me, and half thinking of Katie. But I don't know that. Yet. Then from nowhere you see my roommate, naked, coming out from behind the camera. She says, "Thanks boys that was really hot. But, now I have to get her all cleaned up. She leans towards the front of the camera, and the movie is gone, and you are wondering in disbelief about this girl. A girl that you just helped out by changing her tire is oh so much more than a damsel in distress. You decide to back out of the gallery and get cleaned up. But then you see it. The hyperlink is right there, at the bottom; Gallery 15.