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A Woman Out of Control Ch. 1

By: christo



Linda woke up with her husband and made him coffee while he showered. She put the cup on his dresser and went back to the kitchen to make him his breakfast. An omelet filled with ham, cheese, and onion, whole wheat toast, orange juice, and more coffee. When he came downstairs he ate and read the paper while Linda did the dishes. He finished his breakfast, checked his briefcase, and picked up the suitcase she packed for him the night before.

"What time will you be back?" she asked.

"Eleven o'clock, tomorrow," he answered, and left without another word, or a kiss, or a goodbye. He was gone.

"Thank Christ," Linda whispered. 

She was free. For only 24 hours, but she was free. Free to finally give in to the desires that nagged at her every single day, desires she knew had to be slaked eventually. Today would be the day. She was so excited she ran upstairs to shower and dress.

After she showered Linda tried to take her time getting ready, trying to give her brain a chance to overrule her pussy. She sat at her dressing table applying her makeup deliberately, slowly, but it was no use. When her husband told her he would be out of town for a meeting her desire, kept under wraps for so long, flared up like a storm inside her. For four years she had acceded to her dullard of a husband's wishes, long enough that she hoped her urges were put away for good. Ha. Today was the first day he would be guaranteed to be gone for an entire day and she had everything planned, planned to itch the scratch that tormented her.

She was, at 37, still a beautiful woman. She combed her thick, lustrous black hair until it shimmered in the light. Her husband preferred her to wear her hair pulled back in a chic, lacquered bun, but today she let it fall about her shoulders in a soft, sensuous curtain. She applied her makeup expertly to bring out her baby blue eyes and high cheekbones. She painted her nails the same dark red that she used on her lips, a color that her husband would think too lewd, but it made Linda feel sexy. She looked great, hot, alluring. When she was younger she could have had her pick of men. But she waited too long, waiting for the perfect match, and when she did marry it was for money, and the hope that something like love might develop. That dream was long dead. But new dreams developed, and today she would try to make a few come true. 

She stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her nude body. The long legs that were her mother's dearest gift to her, her stomach, relentlessly flattened by thousands of sit-ups. She gently caressed her breasts, teasing her soft nipples with her fingertips until they hardened into tight brown points, and she cooed softly with delight. Her breasts had given her some grief in her life, never measuring up to the rest of her, too small, too soft and droopy.

But look at them now. They were magnificent. After a year of pleading her husband had finally agreed to let her have the augmentation surgery. He hated the idea, but after seeing the results he stopped bitching. She had searched for months for the best plastic surgeon in the state, and the one she'd found had done wonderful work. Her 34B's were now flawless 36C's, big enough to instantly catch a man's attention, yet not so freakishly huge that you instantly thought "silicone". They didn't stick straight out, they still looked ripe and heavy, their weight gave them just the right amount of jiggle when she walked. The surgery had been painful, but the thrill of seeing men stare with lust at her tits more than mitigated any pain she'd felt. She couldn't wait to feel that delicious sense of power again. 

She was already wet between her legs. She shaved herself a few weeks before, leaving just a bikini stripe above her vulva. She was ready to go. It didn't take her long to dress. Black thigh-high stockings. A black mini-skirt cut just a hair above "scandalous". A pale blue silk blouse that brought out her eyes, almost sheer enough to see her nipples through. She left the first three buttons undone, enough to show the first cool inch of her deep cleavage. She stepped into her black high heels. She looked gorgeous, hot, sexy, provocative, a head-turner. Her husband would have exploded to see her tarted up like this. Linda felt alive for the first time in months, years. She filled a black leather purse with the items she would need for her adventure, and she was off.

She drove her Mercedes across town, to a suburban shopping district far away from her home, far away from where anyone knew her. She pulled into the parking lot of a huge indoor shopping mall. It was 10AM, the stores were just opening. She walked confidently across the lot. She was ready.

When did this craving begin, this need to expose herself to men? She could give the exact date. It was her birthday, her parents threw her a pool party to celebrate. She was changing into a new bikini, hoping to impress some young man who worked for her father, she couldn't even remember what he looked like anymore. She was in her parents bedroom, so she could see how she looked in their big mirror.

The door suddenly flew open, and Mr. Palmer, her next door neighbor, walked in. To use the bathroom maybe. She never found out why. He stopped and jerked back in surprise, Linda hurriedly covered her breasts with her arm, her vagina with her hand. She thought he would turn around and go. But he didn't. He stayed. He stared at her. Mr. Palmer was in his 50's, a big bearlike man who loved working on his antique car. Linda had never had a sexual thought about him in her life. But now he was staring at her, not embarrassed, not leering, just admiring her. She let her arm fall away, moved her hand away from her groin. He looked her like he was admiring a painting by a great master, drinking her in. He smiled, said, "So beautiful," and left.

Linda closed and locked the door behind him, reached down between her legs, touched her clit, and had the biggest orgasm of her life. And from that day on, she loved, LOVED, to show her body to men, boys, anyone who would look at her and drool She couldn't do it as often as she liked, the risks were too great, to her reputation, to her marriage. But she couldn't resist. She couldn't give a fuck about her marriage. Today she would seek out places she'd never been to before, out of the way places, where she could find the right mix of crowds and privacy.

Her first stop was an athletic shoe store. It was perfect, just two pimply teenage boys working, only one customer inside, an elderly man examining walking shoes. She walked in the store and a tall boy with long blond hair smiled nervously and asked, "Hi, can I help you?" His eyes fell on her breasts and stayed there, and Linda reveled in his obvious attention.

"I'd like to try on a pair of New Balance running shoes, six 6 1/2?"

"Which ones?" the salesboy asked.

"Um, these ones?" She stretched and pointed with her fingernail at an aqua shoe on the top shelf. Her full breasts strained against the tight silk blouse, and when she looked back the salesboy's eyes were big as dinner plates. 

"Sure, sure, I'll see if we have them," he said. His face was flushed red, and Linda felt her pussy warm. 

She sat, smoothing out her skirt. A young woman pushing a baby carriage came into the store. An audience. Linda stretched her long legs out and crossed them. The boy came back with her shoes and Linda asked, "Could you lace them for me?"

"Sure." He sat on a stool in front of her and Linda lifted her top leg and slowly uncrossed them. The boys eyes zoomed in on her legs and Linda kept her legs parted. He was fumbling with the laces and Linda took the hem of her skirt in her fingers and lifted it just a few inches, high enough to show the boy a perfect view of her naked pussy.

The excitement flowed through Linda. The boy stood there frozen in place, the mother with her baby was just behind him, facing the wall. He stared at her pussy, totally shocked and amazed at what he was seeing. He looked up at Linda and she let him see just the hint of a smile on her lips, her way of saying, "Yes, I wanted you to see that." She lowered her skirt and took the shoe from his trembling hand. "Thank you, honey," she whispered.

He ran off to talk to his friend while Linda walked a few steps in the new shoe. She didn't give a fuck if they fit, but she wanted to keep up appearances. She was just looking for shoes, nothing wrong with that. The two boys were staring at her and whispering to each other. 

"How did that fit?" the second boy asked her, ignoring his customer. The blond boy was right behind him. 

"Too tight. Can I try those Nike's there?"

"I'll get them!" the second boy said. The blond boy moved off to the side and just stared at her. Linda re-crossed her legs and let him look. 

The young mother asked the blond boy, "Do you sell Tretorns?"

"What?"

"Tretorns. They're canvas tennis shoes, casual."

"No, no, we don't"

Linda said, "Oh, I love those. You know what, I think Sears sells them."

"Oh, thank you!" she said and trundled off with her baby. Linda was alone with the two boys.

"Here you go!" the salesboy said returning with her shoes. He was too enthusiastic, too cocky. Linda decided not to go any further with them, they weren't quite right. She tried on the shoe, giving both boys another free peek at her pussy. She took a few steps and stopped in front of a mirror to see how the shoe looked on her. She bent over to squeeze the toes, checking the fit, and gave both boys a great view of her ass. She turned around and both boys looked like zombies. 

"I don't think so. I think I'll wait." She handed the shoe back to the blond boy and slipped on her black heel. "Thank you for your help."

They looked stricken, they wanted her to stay, but the didn't know what they could do to keep her there. Linda walked out and turned left, heading down the mall. Her visit would be the high point of their year, they would tell everyone who worked there about the hot chick who came in and flashed her beaver at them. But she wasn't interested in jerking them off, or giving them blowjobs. Not them. She wasn't ready yet. 

She went to a jewelry store and asked the portly, 50ish salesman if he had anything with sapphires. He brought her five fine rings and Linda leaned down to give him a view of her tits. He tried to ignore her, Linda saw his eyes going everywhere but where they wanted, but her nipples were hard and showing through her blouse and a thin sheen of sweat broke out above his upper lip. She wanted to lean over the counter and lick it off, but instead she just thanked him for his time and, when he offered his hand, she took it in both of hers and let her nails play with the hairs on his wrist. He managed a weak smile and Linda thought about it, but again decided he would not be first. Not quite right.

She loved it, she exulted in the power she had over men, power she wasn't allowed to use when her husband was around. He wanted her dressed fashionably, but nothing sexy, nothing alluring. She was his second wife, his trophy wife. He was 15 years her senior. Soon he would cut her loose and take up with an even younger woman. All his business associates followed the same pattern. What would she do when she had her freedom, she wondered. 

She'd tear things up. 

She went to a fashionable clothing store that catered to teens and young adults. A perky young girl wished her good morning and Linda smiled a reply. She strolled through the store, finding a pair of dark blue leather pants she loved. She held them up, checking the size, the price, when she saw him. God, he was gorgeous. Maybe six-four, short black dreadlocks, skin like café au lait. He was folding sweaters by the dressing rooms, perfect!

She took the pants and walked over to him. "Hi, could I try these on?" He responded as she hoped, instantly revved up. "Sure, please, come with me." She followed him through the doorway leading to the dressing rooms and when he opened the stall for her he said, "If you need another size, just ask. My name is Darius."

Darius, what a sexy name. She slithered out of her miniskirt and put on the pants. They fit her like a second skin, and even went well with her light blue blouse. "Darius?" she called out.

"Yes?" he said through the door. 

Linda slowly opened the door. "Can I ask your opinion?"

He smiled. He was so cool, so confident. He was attracted to her, she could tell, and he stepped close, letting his body fill the door frame, trying to dominate her. Well, lets see what happened. "My opinion on what?"

"Do these pants look silly on me? Too young?"

He slowly shook his head and smiled. "Not at all. They look fabulous on you."

"Is that a sales pitch?" she teased.

"I'm not supposed to tell customers they look 'fabulous'. Not in our sales script.

She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to fuck him but there wasn't time, or room. "Thank you, I think I'll take them." And before he could close the door, she unbuttoned the pants, unzipped them, pulled them over her hips. 

Darius stood there, his calm and cool demeanor shattered. He swallowed, licked his lips. He was staring at her pussy, at her tits. Linda took his hand and Darius let her gently pull him into the dressing room.

"Darius. Can you be quiet?" she asked as she unbuckled his belt.

"Uh, yeah." His head was pointing straight down, watching her unzip him.

"I couldn't stay quiet. I want to fuck you so much, you are so gorgeous, but I'd be screaming my head off. And I want you now. So don't make too much noise, OK?"

He nodded dumbly. Linda got his pants down around his ankles and reached in her purse and pulled out a tube of hand lotion. She filled her left hand with the lotion and used her right to pull down his boxers. He was long but not too thick, and lighter in color than the rest of his body. Linda was glad she'd decided not to fuck him. She was saving her pussy for a monster cock, a cock she knew where to find. But Darius no doubt could please a woman with his dick, and Linda set about pleasuring him. She wrapped her left hand around his penis and coated him with lotion and began pumping. She cupped his balls with her other hand and caressed him while her fist flew up and down his cock.

True to his word, Darius didn't make any noise. His mouth hung open and he was breathing like a long-distance runner. "You're fucking hung," Linda said in a barely audible whisper. She wanted him to come fast, so she stood up on tiptoes and he leaned down a bit and she kissed him, driving her tongue into his mouth, and when he did the same her lips closed and she sucked his tongue. He moaned a bit and Linda pulled back just as he started to come. She pointed his cock away from her and his semen shot out and splattered against the wall. She kept masturbating him until his cock finally softened in her gentle grip. 

He threw his head back and exhaled slowly. "I loved that," Linda said.

"Why, why did you do this?" he whispered.

"Because I wanted to." She put on her skirt, stepped into her heels. "I think I'll pass on the pants for now. Don't worry, I wasn't going to buy them now anyway, so you didn't lose a sale! But you'd better clean this room up before you let anyone else in here." She picked up her purse, touched him tenderly on the cheek as he zipped up, and left.

Now she was into it, there was no way she was turning back now. Now she was hungry. She walked the malls aggressively, like a tigress, hunting for prey. She found what she was looking for and almost fainted with lust. It was a computer store, video games and software. There were three college-age boys working there, and the one at the register was so adorable. 

She walked in and went right to the counter. He saw her and almost jumped back. "Hello, can I help you?" he squeaked.

He was so cute. Tall and skinny, but he had soft blond curls that framed his face like a halo, and the most beautiful blue eyes. A shy boy, obviously, not sure of himself, nothing like Darius, but so delicious. Maybe 20 years old. He should have worn a sign that read, "Hot Buttered Virgin! Get 'em while they're hot!"

She reached over the counter and lifted his nametag so she could read his name. "Justin?"

"Yes, ma'am,"

"Justin, my son wants some game, I don't know what it's called. You run around a maze, you shoot people? No, you don't shoot them, it's another word, it sounds dirty."

"Um, is it 'frag'?"

Linda laughed and touched him on the arm. "That's it! I hate it when I hear him screaming to one of his friends that he just fragged him! Makes me wonder what they're doing in his room."

"I can show you where it is," he said, stepping from behind the counter. Linda followed, yes, she wanted him, she was going to have him in her mouth. 

"Here it is," he said, stopping before the display. The shelves were almost six-feet high, so they had some privacy.

"It's $44.99?" Linda asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, that's not bad, I thought it would be more than that." Justin smiled, probably relieved that he didn't have to justify the price to another whiny customer. Linda smiled broadly at him and touched him on the elbow again. He blushed bright red, he was so intimidated by her, and she loved it.

"Do you want me to ring you up?" he asked.

Linda's smile vanished. "What, what did you say you wanted to do to me?"

The poor boy almost disintegrated in front of her. He stuttered and stammered, probably afraid that something vile had slipped out. But the Linda laughed out loud and touched his shoulder and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, you said 'ring' me up. Never mind what I thought you said!"

Justin finally took a breath and Linda stepped close to him, still smiling. "Oh, honey, you're as red as a beet!" She let her fingers touch his cheek. "It brings out your eyes, though."

He managed a sick smile. Every time she touched him Justin looked at her fingers and closed his eyes. He was totally captivated by her. She was probably the hottest woman he'd ever been this close to, and Linda turned on all her sex appeal. "Justin, look at me."

He froze in place. "Wh..why?"

"You like me, don't you? You don't just think I'm pretty. It's more than that."

He didn't answer. He didn't need to. He tried to step back away from her but his huge blue eyes were roving all over her, from her eyes to her lips to her cleavage. Linda reached out and circled his wrist with her fingers.

"Maybe we can work something out here. I want to get this game for my son, but I don't really want to spend fifty bucks. How about we make a little deal?"

"I, I can't discount merchandise, I don't have the authority, I can't make the register give the sale price, I..."

She pulled him body against hers, so that their hips were touching. "No, I don't want the sale price. Here's what we do. I'll leave, and in fifteen minutes you tell your coworkers you want to step out for a second. You sneak the game out, I'm sure a clever boy like you knows how to do that, and you bring it to me. And when you give me the game," she reached down and stroked the erection filing his pants, "I'll suck your cock."

He was shaking his head, no, no. "I can't, I can't do that, it's impossible, this is wrong, this is wrong." Linda smiled at him and gripped his dick through his khakis. "Don't worry, I'm not a cop, I'm not store security. I don't want to get you into trouble. I want the game, and I want to feel you come in my mouth."

She told him where to meet him. "I'll wait fifteen minutes for you, no longer. I hope you'll be there." She touched his cheek and walked out of the store. She couldn't believe that the men she passed along the way couldn't smell her cunt. She was sopping wet. 

She went to the department store where she told Justin to meet her and browsed through the women's suits. The two saleswomen there asked if she needed help and Linda grinned and said, "No, just dreaming." They went back to chatting and cleaning racks. Linda checked her watch. She was sure Justin would come, with or without the game. Either way she would suck him. She wanted a man in her mouth so bad, she wanted cock, she wanted her lips wrapped around another person and to wield the terrible power she knew she possessed. If he didn't come, she'd have to find someone else, and she was hungry NOW. She'd just pick someone and blow them right where they stood. But she wanted Justin. So shy, and innocent, and beautiful.


A Woman Out of Control Ch. 1



She flipped through a few racks, waiting, waiting. And then there he was, those blonde curls bouncing. He looked back and forth, hope and terror in his eyes. When he saw her he smiled weakly, obviously overwhelmed. She wiggled a finger to beckon him closer and then motioned with her head at the dressing rooms. She went in first, and he followed a few seconds later.

He brought the game! He'd been willing to risk his job for her. He held a bag in front on him like a dog bringing a ball back to its master. "Thank you, honey," she said, and she kissed him softly on the lips. "Do you still want me to suck your cock?"

He nodded, then shook his head. "If you don't want to, you don't have to."

"A deal is a deal. You brought the game, I have to hold up my end of the bargain." She reached down and undid his belt and unzipped him. "Besides, I want to so much!"

She pulled down his pants and briefs. His penis was beautiful, shorter than Darius, but thicker, and smooth and pink as soapstone. His pubic hair was blonde and wispy. "Justin, has a woman ever sucked your penis before?"

He shook his head despairingly. "My girlfriend, I guess she's my girlfriend, she doesn't do things like that. We don't...have sex."

Linda gently steered him to the bench, and once he was seated she knelt between his legs. "Get rid of her. Justin, you are so hot, you have to have sex with girls. You have to."

She licked her lips, this was going to be so good. She extended her tongue and swirled it all around his head, getting him slick with saliva, and then she took his entire shaft into her mouth, then did it again, and again, and again. She deep-throated him for 10 seconds, then licked his cock from balls to tip, lolling her tongue around the glans again like it was a lollypop. The poor boy was in shock, his muscles locked in a kind of rigor. His penis was hard as marble and tasted delicious. But she wanted his come, so she resumed sucking him deep, bobbing her head up and down, the wet sucking sounds turning her on even more. She was ready for him to come so she finished him. She batted the tip of his cock with her tongue while she tickled his balls with her nails and sucked his length.

"Oh, no!" he cried softly. He came in a torrent, his thick semen pouring down her throat. She swallowed every ounce, except for one blast she let spill on her cheek. He was everything she wanted, his come was so hot and thick and delicious. She finally let him go and smiled at him. "Are you OK, honey?"

He shook his head. "No. I've never felt like that before, I'm, it was so..."

"Wonderful?"

He nodded. "And scary?" she said. He nodded again. "That's what sex is like. Justin, look at me." His eyes met hers. "Get rid of that girlfriend. Meet girls and if you like them have sex with them. Do you think I could have any man I wanted?" He nodded. "I saw you, and I had to have you. Other women may think that way too. Give us a chance. Get rid of her."

It seemed like he was a bit better. She stood and helped him to his feet and helped him dress. "Go on now, and take this with you," she handed him the game back.

"I thought you wanted it for your son?" he said.

She smiled. "I don't have a son, darling." She shooed him out of the dressing room, done with him and wanting him gone. He left, and Linda waited a minute before leaving herself. 

The two saleswomen looked at Linda suspiciously. They'd probably seen Justin come out and wondered what he was doing there, and now Linda came out having tried nothing on. Linda walked past them and said, "Have a good day." Both women looked at her, shocked and scandalized. Linda waited until she was out of the area before she pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the globs of Justin's thick white come off her cheek and lips. She closed her eyes and savored the looks of horror on their faces. It was a sweet memory she would treasure for a long time.

She decided to leave the mall. She was afraid of attracting too much attention. She walked confidently down the corridor, sneaking a peek in the shoe store where she started to wink at the two boys. She went back to her car to decide her next course of action. She knew where she would end up. Did she want to go there now? No, no she wasn't ready to get fucked just yet. She wanted more, more men to lust for her, more cocks to come for her. She twisted the key in the ignition and revved the engine. The day was young. Lots of time to play.



A Woman Out of Control Ch. 2



Linda drove down the road looking for the next stop on her little adventure. She knew where she wanted to go but she wasn't familiar with this part of town and she had to keep her eyes peeled. She could still taste Justin's come in her mouth and she wanted more, wanted more men, more eyes to stare at her and more cocks to come for her. She was on the edge, almost to the point where she didn't care if she got caught or not. The final treat of the day still awaited her, and the longer she put it off the sweeter it would be. She stopped at a light and saw her destination. Her watch said 12:30PM, so she had some time. 

The Ford dealership was fairly empty on a Monday afternoon, and Linda parked her Mercedes in the spot furthest from the showroom. She popped a peppermint in her mouth to get rid of the bleachy come taste in her mouth and walked over to a long line of huge SUVs. Several salesmen saw her but the quickest to her side was a big, egg-shaped man with a tan suit and a loud red tie. "Good afternoon, my name is Bob, how are you today?" 

She took his offered hand. "Hi, Bob, my name's Vicki," she lied, using the name of her husband's first wife. "Can you tell me about these big trucks?"

He was a salesman, and a good one. He steered Linda around the lot, telling her all about the Expedition, the vehicle she said she was interested in. He didn't seem to be unduly fazed by her looks, by her breasts thrusting against her pale blue blouse, or by her long legs. Oh, he looked at her, of course, at her tits, and her lips, but right now he was more interested in her net worth than her cup size.

He asked what she drove now and she pointed at her Mercedes across the lot. "This would actually be for my husband, something for him to drive in the winter." Bob considered this, and the expensive ride she came in, and Linda could see dollar signs in his eyes. "Could I take one for a test drive?" Linda asked, and Bob said of course, he would just need her to come in and sign some papers and show her drivers license. "Oh, shoot!" Linda said, biting her lip. "I forgot, my license is in my other purse."

Bob smiled sadly, disappointed that he wouldn't get her in the truck and really work on selling her, when Linda snapped her fingers and said, "Actually, would it be OK if you drove and I rode along? My husband would be the one driving it, I'd just be a passenger anyway. It would give me a feel for it and I could bring him back tonight to drive it himself."

"Hey, sure, no problem, let me get a plate and some keys." He went back to the office, and Linda waited, hoping that she could overcome his lust for a sale with lust for her body. He returned and stuck a dealer plate on a burgundy Expedition with tan leather seats. "Ready?" he asked, using the automatic key to open the door.

The passenger door was quite high up, and even with the running board Linda had a big step to get it. She put her foot on the board and lifted herself up, giving Bob a quick view of the tops of her thigh-highs and perhaps the soft white moons of her ass. She dropped back down and saw him smiling nervously. Yes, he'd seen her, knew she wasn't wearing panties. He was excited now, about more than a sale. "Bob, could you help me a bit here? I probably shouldn't have worn heels today."

"Of course, let me help you." She steadied herself on his thick shoulder and pushed herself up. She settled gracefully in the seat and smiled. "OK, I'm in. Let's take her for a spin."

Bob drove the truck down the road, rattling off the Expedition's specs, engine size, interior capacity, warranties. Linda pushed her seat back and crossed her legs. "I could move in here, be quite comfortable." Bob laughed and his eyes moved to her legs. 


They headed back to the dealership, chatting about the truck, the way it handled, gas mileage. And then Linda asked the question Bob surely knew was coming, "Now, I saw the sticker price, but come on. What kind of deal can we work out here, Bob?"

"Well," he drove through the green light, "this is a very popular model right now, we can barely keep them on the lot. Even a fully loaded one like won't last more than a week."

"Even if we paid cash? I mean, my husband wants to buy something right away, but he's looking at the Mercedes SUV as well, and I think the Tahoe. So even though price isn't exactly a big concern, my husband definitely isn't going to pay sticker."

"I'm sure if we discuss it, if you and your husband and my manager and I get together and discuss it, we can come to an agreement that will delight him."

Linda smiled and put her hand on his shoulder and kept it there. "Bob, I want to buy this truck. This is the one I like the best, by far. And I want to buy it from you, because you've been very helpful and you didn't talk down to me because I'm a woman. I get that all the time and I resent it, the man at the Mercedes dealership treated me like I had to get my parents permission to buy a car." 

She moved her hand down until it rested on his thigh. Bob looked down at her hand, her long nails softly stroking his pant leg. "But it would mean so much to me if I could go to my husband and tell him that I arranged everything, that I made the deal. So, Bob, what do you think would be the best price I could get for this?"

He licked his lips and kept his eyes on the road. Oh, he was really caught now, torn between his avarice and his desire for Linda to move her hand just six inches to the left. He probably thought she was just doing this to get the deal, that she wouldn't really do anything. So he said, "Vicki, let me be honest here. If you pay cash, up front, maybe we can work something out. I don't know if it's what you're looking for in the price, but I don't think you'll get a better deal anywhere else." 

He quoted a price, lower than sticker, but not by much. Linda smiled and said, "And there's no way you can come down from that."

"Vicki, that's the best I can do, honest and for true."

"Well, could you maybe move the price down a bit," she moved her hand until it rested on his groin, "if I went down on you a bit?"

He leaned back in his seat and blew out a quick breath. "Are you kidding? What the hell are you doing?"

She rubbed him through his pants. His gut spilled over his belt a bit and he needed a haircut, but he wasn't a bad looking man, a big jolly sort who probably was fun at parties. Linda wanted him in her mouth, wanted him to come in her mouth. "Bob, let me show you how much I want to buy this truck."

She unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside the fly to feel around for his cock. He was wearing boxer shorts and she wormed her fingers inside them and felt his erection. She almost burst into giggles. He was a huge man, but he had a tiny cock, barely four inches long. She didn't care, she just wanted to feel him throb in her mouth. But because it was small she had some trouble getting her lips around it. When she did, he moaned like a bull and thrust his hips upward. His stubby cock glided between her lips and Linda flicked her tongue up and down his length as she gobbled him up.

"Oh my God, nothing like this has ever happened to me before," he babbled. He suddenly jerked the SUV to a sudden stop and he said, "Sorry, almost missed a red light."

"Careful, honey. Don't want to bite it off."

He drove and she sucked. He didn't last long, not with Linda's hot mouth and wet tongue ravaging his penis. "Vicki, oh, oh, I love it, yes." He ejaculated and for such a small package he produced an enormous quantity of come, she swallowed his seed and it was delicious, every creamy drop.

She sat back up and zipped him back up. "No one, no one has ever done that before," he mumbled, eyes fixed drunkenly on the road. "Let me finish in her mouth like that."

"You loved it, I could tell."

"Oh God, it was incredible."

Linda opened her purse and pulled a tube and carefully reapplied her lipstick, checking herself in the mirror on the eyeshade. "For every five hundred dollars you can knock off your best price, I'll give you a blowjob. And I'll blow your manager. I won't fuck you, I'm faithful to my husband, but every five hundred you come down, I'll do down on you and your boss."

Bob was sweating now. Linda put her lipstick away and took out a tissue. She leaned over and dabbed at the wetness on his brow. "Bob, I want this truck. I want your cock in my mouth again. You can make this happen. Please, do what you can."

They pulled in the dealership parking lot and Bob parked the Expedition. "Vicki, I have to talk to my manager, it might take awhile. I...I'll do anything I can. Anything, everything."

She checked her watch. "I don't have much time today. Tell your manager that if he wants, he can come out here, take me for a drive, and I'll suck him off. As a good-will gesture. After that I want the price to come down."

He licked his lips again and nodded. "OK, I'll talk to him and be back in about five minutes. I'll be back, I'll be back..." He yanked the door open and dropped like a sack of potatoes to the asphalt and lumbered off.

Linda's door was opposite the dealership showroom, so she was able to open the door and sneak away without anyone seeing her. She walked behind the tall SUVs until she was able to cut across the lot to where her car was parked. She jumped in her Mercedes and drove away on the double, anxious that no one see her license plate. She didn't know if dealers could trace plates but she didn't want to find out. She sped down the road laughing like a maniac. She was having the time of her life. 

She drove a mile down the road. She was hungry, even with the loads of two men in her stomach. She pulled into a fast food place and was disappointed to see how crowded it was. But the service was quick and in just five minutes Linda had her Chicken Caesar Salad and looked for a place to sit. There wasn't an open table in the place. It was lunchtime, there were office buildings in the area, and the tables were filled with people in suits and khakis. Her salad wasn't something she could easily eat in her car.

She scanned the room and saw a rather handsome man appraising her from across the room. He obviously liked what he saw because he didn't look away even after Linda made eye contact with him. Why not take advantage of the opportunity, she thought. She walked over to his table, a slight smile on her face. He watched her the whole way.

"Hi," she said. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you? This seems to be a popular place today."

"Oh, it's like this every day. My sales territory includes this area and I'm out this way every day. Please, have a seat."

She told her lunch companion that her name was Vicki, keeping in character. His name was Doug Simons, he was in sales. He kept saying that, he worked in sales, without saying what he sold. He seemed to think this was a fascinating topic, because the whole time Linda sat with him the man didn't shut up. He kept talking about his customers and how stupid they were and how he had to lead them around like sheep to be sheared. He was a total self-centered asshole, and Linda lost interest in playing with him.

His mouth never stopped moving and neither did his eyes. They kept returning to her breasts, over and over. Linda obliged him by leaning over a few times, reaching for a napkin that fell on the floor. But he reminded her too much of her husband. Doug was very good-looking and from the quality of his suit and watch he made a good living, but she saw his wedding ring and pitied the poor woman shackled to this fool.

A nasty thought flashed through Linda's mind, and a slow, evil smile spread across her lips. Doug said, "Did I say something funny?"

Linda shook her head. "No, I was just thinking, you meet so many people on your sales calls every day, and I was thinking about the old stereotype of the salesman calling on the lonely housewife, and she invites him in and seduces him. And here I am, a housewife, not lonely but alone, and I'm paying a call on you, on your table. A little bit of irony at work."

Doug's wicked smile matched hers. "Well, I've been lucky enough to get lucky a few times on calls," he said, a statement Linda instinctively knew was a lie. "But it's always been the client who made the first move. I can't risk alienating a client by a making a pass, whether she wants me to make one or not."

Linda played with her straw, stroking it with her nails. "But I'm not a client."

He was suddenly very keyed up, he sat up straight and leaned over his tray. "Baby, if you're interested, just say the word. Say the word and I'll show you a good time you'll never forget."

She kept playing with her straw, as though thinking something over. "You're good, I'm sure you know that."

"You have no idea, baby."

"Where are you parked?" she asked.

He motioned with his head at a Buick Rivera parked two cars away from her Mercedes. "How about we walk out together, we get in your car, we see what happens?"

He smirked at her. "Let's see."

He let her carry her own tray to the garbage can. Had he acted like a gentleman she might have done him. But now, no. He was a pig, some asshole who thought she was actually so turned on by him that he could seduce her with a few pathetic stories. But now she was going to put him right in his place. He didn't open the door for her either, just clicked the automatic locks and let her seat herself. "God, you're a fucking piece of ass," he said, reaching over to cup a tit with his clumsy hand..

"Thank you," she said to what he probably thought was a compliment. "And you didn't even see this." She pulled up her skirt to show him her bare pussy.

"Holy shit. You don't wear panties?"

"I never do. Or a bra. You think I need to?"

"Fuck no. You want to go somewhere and fuck?"

Such a sweet talker. "I don't have time. But I thought maybe since I showed you my goodies, you could show me yours. And maybe I could have some fun with it."

"Fun, huh?" He grabbed his belt and tore it free and yanked down his zipper and pulled out his dick. His cock was big but ugly, mottled with purple and white patches. She reached in her purse and pulled out her tube of hand lotion. He watched her squirt a thick dollop into her hand and he groaned. "Handjob, huh?"

"Just like in high school. When was the last time you got a handjob in a car?"

"Like, my freshman year of high school. Come on, blow me."

What an asshole. "I can't, when I suck a man I have to fuck him, and I don't have time. So this will have to do until we can meet when I have more time."

"OK, come on, do me. Come on!" She wrapped her slippery palm around his dick and started masturbating him. He arched his back and bellowed, "Fuck yeah, do me! You fucking slut, that feels good, faster, faster, yeah, yeah."

Oh, this was going to be fantastic, she was wet thinking about what she was about to do. Her keys were in her purse, would she have enough time...yes, she would. His pants were down around his ankles. He was looking down at her hands, at her fingers wrapped around his dick and pumping up and down. "Yeah, you're gonna be a great fuck, I can't wait to get you into bed and pound you until you scream, you dirty little cunt!"

Linda kept pumping, pumping, pumping, until Doug arched his back and started jiggling his hips.

"Are you close?" Linda asked.

"Yes," he groaned.

"Really close?"

"Yes!"

"Let me know just before you shoot, I want to see it shoot out of you."

"It's now baby, I'm gonna come, yeah, yeah!"

Linda felt the tremors in his cock, and just before he reached the point of no return she released his penis. "What the fuck!" he shouted and Linda flashed her nails and clawed him from his groin down to his thigh, leaving five bloody trails. He shrieked in agony and Linda threw her door open and jumped out. She extended her middle finger and said, "Explain those marks to your wife, you piece of shit!" 

She ran laughing to her car and jumped in. Doug was out of his car, his pants still around his ankles, waddling after her. Dozens of people were walking around the lot oblivious to what was going on so Linda leaned on her horn and let loose a long blast that made every head in earshot turn around. They saw his dick flopping around and blood oozing down his leg. A small crowd gather around his car and Linda laughed with glee. She made a quick right turn so he couldn't get a look at her license plate and she drove the length of the shopping center. She saw in her rearview mirror that Doug had gotten back in his car and was giving chase, but she had a good head start on him. She caught the light just as it flashed from green to yellow and she moved down the road at a good pace. She checked her mirror a few more times and made a few turns to make sure Doug Simons couldn't track her. 

After ten minutes she felt sure she was loose. "Oh, what a wonderful day!" she crowed. It was a quarter of three, she had another hour or so to kill before she made her final stop for the day. She cruised down the road, looking for the next opportunity to do her thing.



A Woman Out of Control Ch. 3



It was the first time Linda regretted the attention-grabbing flash of her silver Mercedes. She absolutely loved the car, but even in this affluent suburb it stuck out. And after what she'd done to that man back at the hamburger place, jerking him off to the point of orgasm and then raking her nails across his groin, leaving him desperate to come and bleeding, she needed to vanish. Her furious victim gave chase, but she beat him to the light and flew down the road like a NASCAR veteran. Still, it wouldn't be a bad idea to lay low for a bit. It was almost three, she had a some time to kill before she made the final stop on her adventure. Plenty of time for more fun.

She found the perfect spot another quarter-mile down the road. Another shopping complex, but this one had a small parking garage at the far left wing. She drove to the gate and took a ticket and parked near the attendant's booth. Her car wasn't visible from the road or even the parking lot. Excellent. 

There was a giant bookstore in the center and that's where Linda's long legs took her. She needed a breather, to let her nerves settle a bit. But as she walked around she saw so many gorgeous men, and so many hungry eyes starting at her tits, that she started looking for her next plaything. 

She browsed the shelves, not really looking for anything, just fitting in. She picked a huge coffee-table book on the villas of Tuscany and sat in a big, cushioned leather chair, one of six set in a circle around a low table. A man was sitting across from her, in his fifties, with iron-gray hair and piercing blue eyes. He was tan and wearing faded blue jeans and cowboy boots and his eyes never left her as she arranged herself in the chair and crossed her legs. He smiled at her and she smiled back. 

She pretended to read. So did the man across from her. In her peripheral vision she could see his eyes lifting above his book to look at her. She lifted the book, hooking her finger in the hem of her skirt, and she recrossed her legs. His eyes followed her, and she knew her pussy was showing when he's cool eyes suddenly widened. She rubbed her thighs together and glanced up at him. He was staring at her now, and he stared back, that sly smile on his face. Linda smiled back.

She stood and replaced her book on the shelf. The man in the jeans followed her. She walked toward the history section, glancing back to see if she was being followed. She was. He didn't chase after her, there was no escape, the section she walked into was a dead end. He took his time, and that turned Linda on enormously. He was patient, a most valuable virtue in a lover.

She stood on one side of a bookcase, he walked along the other side. No one was in this section, they had it all to themselves. As she walked Linda slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at time, letting the soft silk brush loosely against her breasts. There was a gap on the shelves, in the books on Soviet military history, and Linda stopped there and pulled open her shirt. The man, peeking through the opening, stopped when he saw her.

"Peek a boo," she whispered through the opening.

They walked down the aisle until they were facing each other. "My shirt came undone," she said innocently.

"Forgot your panties too," he said, moving close to her. He put his hands on her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples.

"Would you help me button it?"

He ran his thumbs over her nipples and she bit her lip. "I'd rather take your skirt off instead."

She was melting inside. "Here, right now?"

"Right now."

She took his right hand and lifted it to her mouth. "You take my skirt off right now," she put his thumb in her mouth, "you can fuck me."

Now it was his turn to bite his lip. He said, "My wife is around here somewhere, give me your number and we can meet sometime."

She took his thumb out of her mouth and let his hand fall to her side. "Sorry, my moods come and go. Either you fuck me right here, right now, or..." She shrugged her shoulders, and as her breasts wobbled he licked his lips.

A woman's voice broke the heavy silence. "Jerry, are you back here?" He jerked back and walked away, up his side of the shelf, and Linda pivoted away to her side. A man with a  thick brown beard appeared from around the corner, mesmerized by a book about the Civil War. His point of interest changed when he saw Linda, her blouse wide open, the nipples topping her big breasts tight and stiff. 

"Oh, my," he mumbled, his jaw falling open.

"Could you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Ah..."

"My shirt popped open. Could you help me button it?"

"Uhhh." He was staring at her tits like he'd never seen a pair before.

"Please?'

"Uh, OK." His hands were shaking as though he had a palsy. It was slow going, he seemed totally thrown by the fact that the buttons on a woman's blouse are on the opposite side. When he finally had her decent again she smiled and said. "You're cute." She took a pen out of her purse and then took his palm in her hand and wrote a phone number on his hand. "Call me sometime, my name's Samantha. Maybe you can practice unbuttoning my blouse." She turned and walked out, trying not to bust out laughing. The number she'd given him was for this woman she'd only met once, a cunt who was married to one of her husband's friends. Hopefully Sam would get an interesting phone call in the near future.

She was walking out the door when her nose caught the smell of coffee coming from the café. She could really go for a cup, but there were fifteen people in line and she didn't really want to hang around here. It was 4:45, she wanted to hit her last stop for the day at 6:20 or so. Time to kill. She walked along the sidewalk and was surprised when she came upon a coffee shop. It was a small place and didn't seem to have any customers inside, but she still could go for coffee so she pulled open the door and walked inside. 

It didn't look like anyone was working, either. "Hello?" she called.

"Sorry, one second!" a voice bellowed. There was a loud CLANG from a room in the back and then a man appeared in the doorway. He was about 25, only five-eight or so, with light brown hair cut very short. His body was extraordinary. He must have been a bodybuilder, she could see the sharp cuts in his arms, and his white T-shirt and jeans looked sprayed on. He was huge and thick,coils of sexy muscles in his arms, legs, abs, ass. 

He was also covered with tattoos. He had them on his arms, and she could see at his throat that he had at least one more on his chest. She wondered if he had them all over his gorgeous body, and the tickles she felt in her pussy strengthened her resolve to find out.

He saw her and grinned. "Any customer would be a sight for sore eyes, but even if this place was packed I'd move you to the front of the line. What can I do for such a lovely woman?"

She didn't smile. "Are you always this forward with your customers?"

Her coolness didn't faze her. "What customers? This place'll be closed in a week. Telling a customer that she's gorgeous when she obviously is might be the chance we have of getting some return business."

She smiled now. "So, it's not me, it's just a way to drum up a little business."

"Well, you're the first customer I've wanted to try it on, so they jury's still out."

"Let me have a double cappuccino and we'll see."

As he jangled the steel pots behind the counter Linda admired his compact, powerful body. He was slab upon slab of sculpted muscle. His ass looked hard as marble. She was torn. Her pussy was soaked, and screaming for a man to fuck her. But she wanted to save herself for the last cock of the day, a cock she'd been dreaming about for months. What if this muscular stud had a dick that matched the rest of his pumped-up physique?

"Here you go," he said, putting the steaming cup before her. She reached out but instead of taking the cup she gently touched his forearm. "I'm sorry, what is that? Your tattoo, what is it?"

"This one," he said, beaming, "is a series of Maori warrior symbols. And this one," he showed her his other arm and bicep, "is a Sioux war totem."

She pulled his arm closer to have a better look. "They're beautiful, the detail is incredible." She moved her fingers up to squeezed his bicep. "So is this."

He flexed his arms, a big grin on his face, getting into it now. "You want to see the one on my back?"

She nodded and let her hands fall to his waist. She helped him untuck his T-shirt and pull it up over his head. He had a number of Chinese characters needled into his chest, and she let her nails trace the lines. "Turn around," she said and he slowly showed his back to her, displaying a huge picture of an eagle or some other bird of prey, wings spread to encompass his shoulders, talons extended to grip his ass. Linda shook her head, imaging the hours he must have spent on his stomach enduring the needles. She was terribly turned on by him, by his ripped physique, the ink staining his body. Her husband probably couldn't do a push up. This buck had plates of muscle stacked on top of each other. She let her fingers run over his back, his ribs. The top of another tattoo peeked up out of the waistband of his jeans, and she snaked a finger down his crack and whispered, "What's this one?"

"Only one way to see that one," he growled, looking over his shoulder, and his eyes burned into hers.

"May I?" she asked, already reaching for the front of his jeans. He grinned from ear to ear and nodded, turning his head so he could look down at his crotch, where he watched Linda's hands reach around his waist. He was wearing button-fly jeans and she took her time popping each one, until they at last were loose enough to yank down around his hips. He wasn't wearing underwear, and she saw his erection spring free. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and reached down to caress him. She felt his hardness, his length, and sighed. Not too big, thank God. But not too small either, just right to warm her up for fun later in the day. He threw his head back and sighed as she slowly pumped his shaft. 

He turned on her and she stepped back, raising her skirt to show him her bare pussy. "I'm going commando too," she said. He took a step and slid a hand up between her legs and kissed her fiercely, running his thumb up and down her cleft while his tongue plunged into her mouth. She let her hands roam over his muscular body, squeezing his rock-hard arms, feeling the marble smoothness of his ass. 

He unbuttoned her blouse with surprising patience, and helped her slip it over her shoulders. He did the same with her skirt, letting her steady herself against him as she stepped out of it. He draped her clothes over a chair and advanced on her, his cock pointed at her belly. She still wore her heels, and in them she was an inch or two taller than him.

"You are so gorgeous," she said, letting her nails trip over his washboard abs. "Do you work out in your sleep?"

"Nah. In my sleep I dream of things like this happening." He lifted her as though she was light as a feather and set her on the countertop. He filled his hands with her breasts. "Should I hang up the sign saying we're closed."

"No!" she said a little too eagerly. He picked up on it and said, "We don't get much of an afternoon rush, but if you don't care about getting caught, I sure the fuck don't."

He leaned down and kissed her left nipple, then her right, then her left, then her right, kissing and licking and sucking her buds until she threw her legs wide open and began gyrating her hips. He wasn't a fool, he knew what she wanted and he gave it to her, kneeling down and tonguing her screaming pussy.

"YESSSS!" she groaned as his tongue and his lips and his mouth at last gave her cunt the sweet friction it craved. She needed this, she needed this so badly. It had been months, years, since she had an orgasm with a man. Her husband looked at her needs beyond her financial ones as irrelevant. Now this tongue inside her was worth more than all the zeros in her husband's net worth. 

"Oh yes," she whimpered as she came. She didn't call out, she just gritted her teeth and shook with seismic tremors as her climax boiled through her body. "It's good," she groaned.

And then the door swung open and two men wearing identical blue polo shirts and khakis walked in. At first they didn't seem to notice Linda sitting on the counter with her legs spread and her new friend with his head buried in her crotch, but then they stopped in their tracks

"The fuck you want?" her new lover snarled at them.

"Uh, coffee," the stupid one said.

"I'm fuckin' busy right now, you can wait?" He went back to work between Linda's legs.

"It might be a while," she gasped.

"Holy shit, Eric, what if your boss came in? Or a cop?" the even more stupid one said.

"I'd do this." He pulled back and lifted her off the counter. She had a moment's panic that the audience was going to make him stop, but he cupped her ass in his hands and she wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his penis probing her. He reached down and grabbed his dick and aimed it carefully. She closed her eyes, waiting, waiting, and then the hardness was inside her, that delicious hard flesh that made her smile and hold him tight. "You feel so good," she whispered.

He grinned. "Hang on, you kinky little slut." He was so strong, so fast. He held her easily and his cock pumped in an out of her so fast that his balls slapped against her as. Her arms snaked around his neck and her legs coiled around his waist and let him support her in his powerful arms. She was afraid he would pop out and he would stub himself on her pubic bone, but he was too skilled to make such a mistake. 

The two men were staring at them in disbelief, not believing what they were seeing but not about to turn away. Linda reveled in it. They were the same age as Eric (she knew his name now), not bad looking, and she could have them if she wanted. She was temped to tell them to take their pants off, so she could suck them. But no, right now she wanted the cock inside her to come, and an audience was as good as cock right now. 

He pulled out of her and Linda screamed in anguish. "Hurry!" he shouted and she let him maneuver her so she was standing with her back to him. He stepped in close behind her and stabbed her with his spear, driving it deep inside her while he reached around to knead her tits. She'd never been fucked like this, from behind standing up, and because he was shorter than her he could stick every millimeter of his length up inside her. She turned and leaned down to kiss him, his cock plunging in and out of her. He was close, he was breathing faster and faster and his thrusting was becoming more frantic. 

"What are your names?" she said to the two men watching.

"Uh, Brian."

"Craig."

"Well, Brian and Craig, should I let him come in my pussy or in my mouth?"

"What?" Brian asked.

"Do I suck him off? What should I do?"

"Hurray and decide!" Eric moaned. His thrusts were almost out of control now.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you suck him off," Craig said timidly.

"Hurry!" he said and pulled out. Linda spun and sank to her knees and took his slick cock into her waiting mouth. He was covered in her juices, and as she sucked him she savored the vinegary, soapy taste, far better than the coffee cooling on the counter. She swirled her tongue over his tip and tickled his balls and that was enough. 

"Oh no, yes, yes, come on, come on, come on!" He tensed. "YES!" he roared in triumph. She squealed as his testicles clenched and pumped a stream of semen right down her throat. She gurgled as his warm load flowed into her mouth and she sucked him even faster, wanting every drop. It took her three healthy swallows to get it all down.

He shuddered one last time, and then a huge smile spread across his lips. "Get the fuck out of here," he said pleasantly. Linda looked over at the two blue-shirted bystanders, both of whom looked like they might faint at any minute. They both staggered away like boxers after taking one on the chin. When they left, Eric took Linda's hands and helped her to her feet. 

"Unreal. Totally fucking out of this world."

"Yes you were," she said, matching his smile. She was covered in sweat, not all hers. They both dressed, Linda a bit distressed at how wrinkled her skirt was and noticing a runner up the leg of her left stocking. 

"I have to go, I'm sorry," she said.

"What, you think you can fuck me and suck me and then just leave?" He pointed to the back room. "Get back there and do my dishes!"

She laughed and kissed his cheek. "Write your phone number down. Maybe I'll call you someday."

He scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "I hope that was worth more than a 'maybe I'll call you'!"

"It was, but let's say I have reasons to be a bit discreet."

"You? Discreet? After all this? Sure. Tell me your name."

She thought about telling him the truth, but why? "Vicki."

"Vicki, you are one amazing lady. And I can't wait till I get you all alone for a whole night. Use that number and I'll be at your command."

"I like the sound of that." She gave him a wink and headed for the door. 

"Hey! You forgot your coffee!" he said.

"I didn't forget it!" She left, not looking back, pussy still tingling. Oh, what a wonderful day!

She walked down the sidewalk for her car. She had an hour and twenty minutes to make her last call. But she was a wreck. She stank, of sweat and sex. Her hair was a mess, her makeup worse, her stocking had a runner. She needed a bathroom, a quick shower, some time to perform her toilet. She needed a half-hour to get herself presentable for her last man of the day.

And when she saw the boy sitting on the bench talking loudly on his cell phone, and heard him say, "Mom, if you don't give me a ride home I'll have to wait forever for the bus...oh, OK...bye," and then saw him hang up and say, "Shit!", an idea came into her head. A very naughty idea indeed. She advanced on her unsuspecting prey, walking up right behind him, her hips swaying sexily with every step, until her advancing shadow covered the boy like a malevolent stain. 

He turned, squinting up at her, but when he saw her, saw this sexy, tousled woman smiling down at him, his eyes went wide as hen's eggs. She said, "Honey, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with your mommy," she leaned over and let him see her tits, and his jaw fell open. "Maybe I could give you a ride home, if you do me a favor too."

"Um, what do you need me to do?" His eyes went from her lips to her tits to her legs.

"I need to freshen up a bit before I meet someone, and I live too far away to go home. If I give you a lift home, do you think I could take a quick shower, and change clothes?"

"Uhh..."

Linda sat down next to him, took the boy's hand in hers, and said, "Of course, if you do, I think I'd be obligated to suck you cock, don't you?"

The boy was shaking from head to toe, terrified. Linda brought his hand to her mouth and stuck his index finger in her mouth, sucking on it, and the biological needs of his teenage body sent him into a kind of shock. His trembling stopped. He took a deep breath. He was calm. The demands of his body gave him courage. "I don't live too far," he said. 

Linda removed his finger from her mouth. "Good. I'd much rather have your cock in my mouth than this." She wiggled his saliva-shiny finger before his eyes. He slowly rose to his feet, he was a tall boy, a few inches over six feet, and Linda took his hand and led him to her car. "Come along, darling," she said. "Take me home with you."



A Woman Out of Control Ch. 4



Linda let the boy she picked up drive her Mercedes to his house. At first she wasn't sure that was such a good idea, because the boy was already trembling with excitement after Linda's promise of a blowjob in exchange for letting her shower and freshen up at his house. Now he was driving her $70,000 car in busy traffic, and not doing an especially careful job of it. Twice he jerked the car to a halt at red lights.

"Sorry!" he said.

"That's OK, honey, you're just not used to the brakes." She reached into his crotch, unable to resist any more. "And you're not used to being this close to a woman."

"No," he stuttered.

"A woman who wants to suck your cock."

"Oh God."

She rubbed him through his pants. "You have a big one."

"Yeah," he agreed, and Linda almost laughed in his face. From his bulge his cock was probably average, but all men think of themselves as huge. Huge. That reminded Linda that this trip was only to help her prepare for her final encounter of the day, with a man who's penis truly was huge. Her vagina twitched in anticipation of the moment when she would be invaded by the biggest cock of her life. Now she was the one trembling.

She unzipped the boy and pulled out his dick. "Ohh..." the boy said, shuddering. "Keep your eyes on the road, baby," she said. She tickled his cockhead with her nails, and his hips rose to meet her teasing touch. His cock was the smallest she'd seen all day, but it was hard, so hard, and she loved watching the boy squirm as she fondled him.

"Are we close?" she asked.

"Yeah, if you keep doing that."

She laughed. "No, I mean close to your house."

"Five minutes."

She gave his penis a few soft tugs, then put him back in his pants. "Hurry, then."

The boy lived on a dead-end street, a quiet neighborhood with identical two-car, aluminum-sided houses. He parked the Mercedes, which stuck out in this solidly middle-class enclave, and looked at Linda desperately. "My mom will be home in, like, forty-five minutes. Do you think this will take that long?"

She leaned forward and nuzzled the boy's ear, rimming his earlobe with her tongue. "Honey, when I start with you, you'll be wishing it could last all day."

He led her inside, looking left and right to see if any of his neighbors saw them. No one was outside. Inside the house was neat and tidy, it looked lived in. Unlike Linda's cold, sterile house, every room professionally decorated and for all appearances located in a funeral home. 

"I need to iron these things, honey. Can you get it set up for me?" He rushed down the hall and Linda stripped while he set up the board and plugged in the iron. She stepped out of her heels and rolled down her stockings. She stood there, nude, and the boy goggled at her, his jaw working but no words coming out. 

"Cat got your tongue?" she teased.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said, with such honesty that Linda was genuinely touched. She moved next to him and kissed him on the lips, the boy trying to kiss her back but eventually surrendering to the penetrating thrusts of Linda's tongue. She put his hands on her breasts and he gingerly squeezed them, he touched her nipples so softly that it was as though he was afraid to leave fingerprints.

She put her hands on either side of his head, gripping his tightly, and pulled him down to her bosom. She pressed her nipple to his lips and forced the bud into his mouth. "Suck on it!" she hissed, and felt warm ripples of delight flow down to her pussy as he tugged on her breast. She held him tight, making him suck until her nipple ached, and then she moved his head to the left and fed him her other breast. 

When the iron was hot she quickly pressed off her blouse and skirt. He gave her hangers for them, and when she finished she said, "I need to take a shower,"

"Um, OK, it's this way," he said, looking at the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"You, um, you said,"

"Oh, right, your blowjob." She smiled. She hadn't forgotten, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to blow him before or after her shower. Before was probably better, she didn't want him coming all over her body once she was clean. "Come along, take me to your bedroom, darling."

Upstairs his room was typical teenage boy, posters of Eminem and bikinied girls on motorcycles. A Dell computer on a desk by the window, where he probably spent every night jacking off thinking about situations just like this. Now he had a sexy older woman in his bedroom, and all he could do was stand there like a statue. 

"Take your clothes off, honey," she prompted, and he quickly shucked his clothes on the floor. He was cute, a bit skinny, but cute, and his little peter stuck straight up against his belly. She had her bag with her, and she carefully reapplied her lipstick. She wanted to leave her marks all over this boy.

He lay down on the bed, and she crawled between his legs. Linda saw terror in his eyes, and it excited her, she fed off it. "Has a woman ever sucked your dick before?"

"No."

"Has a woman ever touched your dick?"

"N...no."

She shook her head. "You'd better learn to talk to girls, honey. Get them to like you so they'll want to touch you and suck you and fuck you. Because, I hate to say it, things like this don't happen every day."

He nodded quickly, as though what Linda said made some sense to him, and the nodding stopped when Linda kissed the inside of his thigh. She printed kisses on his white legs, leaving pale red lip marks, and then she leaned forward and dipped her tongue into the shallow well of his belly button. She tongued him while her fingers closed around his shaft and pumped him.

There was a clock on his nightstand. She wanted to leave in twenty-five minutes. She wanted to torture this boy, she wanted to play with him and suck him and hold him on the brink of orgasm until he went mad, until she damaged him forever. But there wasn't time. She sighed to herself, and put the boy's penis in her mouth. 

"UNNNNGH!" the boy moaned, thrashing like a gaffed fish. Linda put her fingers on his belly, tapping her nails on his stomach as she feasted on his penis. She looked up at him, at his face contorted with ecstasy and fear, and went to work on him. His cock was small enough that she didn't need to use her hands to excite his shaft, her mouth went up and down every centimeter of his length. 

She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue slithering under his throbbing helmet. She made loud, wet noises with her mouth that she normally wouldn't make, she wanted to totally blow this boy's mind, get him so excited that he nearly went into fibrillations. "MMM...MMM!" she moaned as she fellated him, and in pretending to be excited, she did become excited. She was becoming wet again, and she eagerly awaited the warm seed that would flood her mouth.

"OH...OH...OH YEAH...OH MY GOD...PLEASE...PLEASE!" the boy begged as his climax came upon him. Normally Linda would have slowed here, pulled her mouth away, let his orgasm slip away before resuming her ministrations. But now there wasn't time. She slid one of her hands between his legs and caressed his swollen balls with her fingernails.

"I'm gonna come!" he cried in surprise.

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Oh God, I'm gonna come...yes...oh...YES!"

His hips lurched forward, burying his penis in her mouth, and Linda shut her eyes and waited for the delicious warmth to flood her mouth. The boy jerked, twisted, moaned, and...

He ejaculated with such force that Linda nearly gagged. His first spurt was so copious, and so thick, that it filled the back of Linda's throat. She swallowed a bit of it, but then the boy's cock clenched and poured an even greater amount of semen into her mouth. Linda struggled to get it all down, and the boy's cock kept spurting, kept filling her flooded mouth with more and more semen. Her eyes watered as she swallowed again and again and again, the boy coming in cups, pints, quarts.

When his body, and penis, finally stilled, Linda thought she might throw up. She's never experienced a penis that produced that quantity of semen before. She pulled her mouth away, and gazed the limp, sticky worm that lay on his pelvis.

"Oh my God," she gurgled.

"Did I do something wrong?" he whimpered.

Linda licked her lips, getting some of the jism that leaked through her lips during his issuance. "Baby, when you start fucking girls, you make sure you wear a condom with a reservoir tip. As much as you come, you'll overflow a regular condom and get the girl pregnant."

"Is that...bad? To come that much?"

He looked like he might cry. "No, honey," Linda sighed. "It's actually very good. You just surprised me with how much you came."

He smiled weakly. "Thank you so much, it felt so good...I can't tell you how good it felt."

"I'm glad." She looked at his young, naked body, his penis utterly exhausted, and formed a memory that would last her a long, long time.

"You'll be wanting to take your shower now," he said, and she appreciated how polite he was after the most incredible two minutes of his life. He showed her how to work the shower, got her a fresh towel, and left her to wash away the smells and stains of a busy and most satisfying day.

She dressed, putting on fresh stockings she'd presciently placed in her leather bag, and sprayed herself with perfume to cover any lingering smells from her previous encounters. The boy stood there, still naked, his cock already hard again. 

"You're going to shock your mother if she comes home and finds you like that."

"Please, she called while you were in the shower. She won't be home for another fifteen minutes at least. Will you...do it to me again?"

She fluffed out her hair and considered it. She really didn't want another bellyful of his semen, but..."Lie down on the bed, honey."

He did as he was told, and Linda pulled the bottle of lotion out of her bag. Her hands were a bit dry anyway, and she was actually anxious to how violent his ejaculation was. She'd was curious enough that she couldn't help herself. "Fifteen minutes, you said?"

"Uh-huh," he said, his eyes widening as she filled her hand with creamy white goo.

This time she was patient. She was packed and ready to go, and she could redo her makeup in the car. She wanted to put this boy on the brink of orgasm and hold him there, hold him, hold him, make him squirm and beg and plead and yet not let him climax. She wanted his balls to fill with sperm and blast it out like an impacted volcano.

Her slippery hand slid up and down his cock, the poor boy sitting up on his elbows, eyes big as hen's eggs, trying to comprehend the delicious pleasure building between his legs. "Oh, OH!. Please, I...oh my God, I love this, keep touching me, please, don't stop, don't stop!"

She had no intention of stopping. She kept pumping, his cock making squishy noises, and she reached between his legs and busied her fingernails around his ass. "You like that?" she cooed as he arched his back.

"Hurry up, please! My mom will be home soon!"

And that made Linda moist between her legs. His mother...coming home to find her son covered in his own semen...oh, yes...she slowed the pace, let the boy writhe in agony as her fingers caresses his oiled penis. 

"Oh God, I can't believe how good this feels!" he moaned.

"Is it worth getting caught?" Linda asked.

"What?" 

She couldn't keep the smile from her lips. "I'm not going to let you come until I hear your mother coming through the door. Isn't that DELICIOUS?"

"You're crazy! She'll kill us!"

"Maybe she'll kill you, honey, but not me. I'll be down the road while you're explaining things to her. You'll never see me again, except in your dreams."

"Uhh...oh, please, let me come!"

Linda picked up the pace just long enough to make the boy pant with exertion, and then she slowed again. Her long red nails were covered with frothy glop, and she paused long enough to anoint his cockhead with another healthy dollop of lotion. She resumed jacking him off and he cried in agony. "Please, please, you're gonna get me in trouble!

"Just tell me to stop and I'll leave. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please, just let me come!"

She smiled from ear to ear. "No." His suffering excited her. She thought about bringing him to the brink and leaving once his mother came back, but no, she wanted to see him ejaculate. That was worth seeing, even if leaving him sore and blueballed appealed as well. 

"Huhh! Uhhhhng! Fuck! Uhh! UHHH!" the boy cried as Linda's indefatigable hands stroked the five-inch length of his organ. She put her hands together and squeezed his cock within, and she rotated her hands back and forth, his penis now almost blood-red both from excitement and friction.

And that's when they heard the front door open and close. "Billy! Are you home? Whose car is that in the driveway."

Linda looked him in the eye and slowly licked her lips. She started pumping, pumping, pumping, one hand on his cock, the other kneading his balls, pumping him, looking into his eyes, her eyes telling him that she was going to make him come now, and it was too late for him to try to stop her. His mother be damned, he was going to ejaculate for her.

"So your name's Billy," she said softly, and he nodded and focused his eyes on his cock, which look like it might explode like a pricked balloon. "It's time to come, Billy. It's time for me to see that beautiful cock come, see all that come flood all over my hands, all over your stomach..."

"Billy! Where are you?" his mother demanded. 

She hadn't come upstairs yet, but..."She'll be here any second, Billy, she'll be here and she'll see your hard cock. You don't want that, do you?" He shook his head. "Then come...come...come..."

He obeyed her at last. He buried his face in his pillow to cover the sounds of his cries as his penis sprayed semen like a garden hose. His first spurt rose a good three feet in the air, but Linda avoided getting spattered by pointing his shaft away from her. Semen rained down on the boy's hairless chest, dappling him with shiny white droplets. His penis fired several more salvos, thick ropes pulsing out of his spasming phallus, the streams rising then falling onto his naked skin, leaving long coils of sperm on his skin. Each jet was just a little bit less copious than the last, but still, it was an awesome sight to behold. It looked as though someone filled a cup with mayonnaise and dumped it on his chest and stomach.

"Billy!" the voice was coming down the hall. Linda wiped her hands on Billy's bedspread and sprang to her feet. She shouldered her bag and intercepted his mother two steps from his bedroom door. 

"Hello!" Linda chirped to the woman, who took a frightened step back.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"Oh, I'm Vicki! I had a stain on my skirt and you darling boy let me use your sink to wash it out. Is it still warm out?" She was talking nonsense, disorienting the woman. She pressed past and held out her hand. "I have to get going, Billy's in his room. So nice to meet you!" The woman took Linda's hand, a hand still covered in a glaze of lotion and her son's semen, and Linda nearly had an orgasm as the woman shook her hand and then looked at the residue transferred to her own skin.

Linda was halfway down the stairs when she heard the scream, "BILLY!", and then the boy moaning and begging his mother to get out of his room, and then there were fast footsteps coming down the hall. Linda was already through the front door, and saw to her relief that Billy's mother hadn't blocked her in. She leapt in the Mercedes and twisted the key in the ignition. Billy's mother stood in the doorway, not sure if she should pursue any further. Linda didn't hesitate, she jerked the car in reverse and squealed her tires getting out of the driveway. His mother came through the door, running, and Linda slammed the accelerator to the floor. She tore out of the cul-de-sac at 40 miles an hour, and she looked in her rear view mirror to see the woman standing in the road, trying to read her license plate, maybe? It was too late-Linda was already long gone.

She found her way back to the main shopping district and pulled into a sandwich shop to wash the remaining crud off her hands. She also took the time to reapply her makeup, until she looked nearly as fresh and gorgeous as she had when she left home this morning. She walked out of the bathroom and saw that the manager was staring at her. You weren't allowed to use the rest rooms without buying something, and Linda wondered if he would try enforcing the rule on her. He was a guy in his thirties with a gut and a bad mustache, and Linda was so excited by her recent flight that she decided to suck him off if he let her go without saying anything.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said, his voice a thin wheedle. "Our bathrooms are for customers only."

She sighed and walked to the counter. "But I am a customer. I'd like a small vanilla shake, please." 

He poured the creamy drink in a paper cup and Linda handed him a five-dollar-bill. While he made her change she wrapped her lipsticked lips around the straw and took a long, long suck. His eyes never left her lips, and a thin line of sweat shone above his mustache.

He handed her the change. "How is it?" he asked.

She leaned over the counter. "Almost as good as your cock would have tasted."

She left him there, the fool trying to decide what he should do, when in fact there was nothing he could do. His part in her day was done. Actually, her whole day was almost done. Except for her final stop. The one she'd waited for the whole day. It was five-forty, she had twenty minutes to get there. Plenty of time. She took another healthy sip of her shake and pulled back into her traffic. She felt herself drawn down the road, drawn toward the man she'd been dreaming about all these months, the man who would be her final seduction of the day. This time it would be different, she knew he would be the aggressor, she would be the one scared and intimidated. She didn't care. She was ready to surrender herself, utterly.