1 comments/ 64157 views/ 3 favorites Workin' It By: thick9 She was humping and rubbing her sweet, juicy, pussy all over my face, as we danced the sixty-nine. I, on my back, while she happily rode my face, on top. We were loving every stolen moment intently, while concentrating on the others genital enjoyment. We were feeding the frenzy and on the verge of exploding or at least self immolation. She was a big girl and had worked up a sweat, while sucking on my dick. She always sweat profusely when we were at it. She worked hard at getting me off. And I worked her back just as hard. The spanking I had given her, soft loving to stinging whacks on her butt hadn't hurt either to get her in the mood. We had finally been getting together regularly after she caught her husband cheating on her, again. It seems he had a foot fetish she knew nothing about. He was a foot freak. No. Really. he got off on women's feet and got caught in the woman's shoe department of the local K-mart jerking off on the sandals. Six months in a mental institution. She filed for divorce. She was really pissed because he never touched her feet and his idea of sex was to wake her in the middle of the night, when he was ready, by pinching her nipples. Then climbing on would relieve himself in less than five minutes. Roll off, returning to sleep leaving her frustrated... again. Now with two hands full she slobber sucked the head, balls and everything in between. My sub inhaled all of me and in a frenzy, crammed the head down her throat. Her little hands clutching each nut and stretching the sac and licking on it. I was swollen to my full thick nine inches from her loving ministrations. I loved the way she worked my dick. On occasion she would just "take care of Master", as she called it. I would be placed in a reclining position and she would climb between my legs and give me what I always needed. She would kiss and love and caress and suck and bite and do anything else that came into her imaginative and sexy mind. I was finding it hard to concentrate on licking her snatch. She was working me to diversion. I was really thankful she was fucking my face and getting off on it. Thumbs of both hands spread the top of her labia so I could suck on her hard little clit. I was actually able to chew on it. Fingers of both hands stroked and spread her swollen lips. One index finger on her 'g' spot, while my right pinkie teased her puckered, asshole. I had filled her tight little brown hole on more than one occasion. The last time was with her sister sub sucking her pussy and my balls, after she had impaled her ass on my dick, facing away from me, as I manipulated her tits. When she came you would have thought someone set off fireworks up her rear. We had been at it for a while and her juices had my face looking like a glazed donut. She tasted like honey and I could never get enough of her sweet cum and I was really getting all I could slurp down. She was just so easy to talk to, a willing, serving, Slave and needed to make me feel so good. I always wanted to make her feel good too so I redoubled my efforts and put my other pinkie in her asshole. She rewarded me with another shuddering cum and another sweet load to taste. That was my multiorgasmic slave. She would suck and lick on me for hours and could cum as long and it satisfied me greatly to make her cum that way. I really loved to be on top in a kind of sixty-nine position with her legs trapped under my armpits. My knees trapping her head with her shoulders unable to slide up the bed when the feeling I was giving her got too good. She would be bent almost in two and totally under my tongues control. I would suck her into a frenzy and there was nothing she could do about it except cum and scream incoherently. She was inhaling me and yelled with me in her mouth as she came. The screams came out muffled and felt so good on my dick it sent me over the edge. I know the first shot went right down her throat and she never got to taste it at all. The next four found her mouth waiting even sucking them out her tongue swirling, sucking and swallowing. Knowing each other we did not stop what we were doing. That is just when the feelings really feel great. We licked and slurped and swallowed and petted and rubbed until she rolled off of me. Somehow she managed to crawl up beside me, look in my eyes and say, "I love you." Workin' it at the Car Wash We had been chatting online for weeks. Then some IMing. A relationship of erotic words and ideas. Our online flirting has kept me wet and wanting every time I see his fake name in my inbox. Admittedly we had met one time before. A wild excursion in his backseat where desire overtook any type of sanity. For one glorious hour we kissed, licked, sucked and stroked each other into our respective orgasms. But really we didn't know each other. Maybe still don't. The lines between knowing and not knowing are blurred. Like the difference between love and hate. Both strong emotions that are connected to someone you care about. Do you know someone if you've spent hours flirting online, and hardly at all in person? Do you know someone when you don't know his real name, his background, hell don't even know who he'd even vote for in the next election? Or do you know a person when you share words, ideas and quips? What the hell determines "knowing"? I know he is a man with a lot of erotic ideas. His latest: meet for a tease at the car wash. He scoped one out. Found one where back by the vacuum machines it is somewhat concealed. He would park his truck in one stall to block the view of my car. I would be tucked in the corner. He wanted to see me in my tight running shorts and a tank. We told me about what he'd like me to do. He wanted to watch me vacuum out my car, bend over, reach in, spread my legs so he could watch my tight ass. That morning we IMed. HIM:Hi Sexy ME:So I hear you've got a dirty car? HIM:My car isn't that dirty, but I just love the view at Big Foot Car Wash :) ME:what kind of view do you think you'll see??? HIM:Maybe a sexy girl, bending and reaching. ME:it takes lots of bending to clean my car HIM:Oh, good ;) wish it were warmer ME:going to be a bit chilly in my tank, but with some eyes on me it might warm me up...at least a part of me :) HIM:Mmmmm, yes, I know how steamy it can get ME:yes, I remember some very steamy windows in your car HIM:I remember something very steamy. YOU! ME:hard to focus on working and thinking of bending over for you at the same time HIM:Yeah me too...trying to do something for work, and feeling a stirring between my legs. ME:yes there is something stirring between my legs too... HIM:Mmmmm. I'd like to be stirring between your legs! ME:I would like that too...still can remember your tongue doing some stirring... ME:And mine too :) HIM:Oh yeah! HIM:Will be leaving soon. ME:me too. I am going into the last stall? HIM:Yes the last stall...and there better not be anybody there! ME:might have to hide behind my sunglasses to help me not feel too silly...never set out to let some hot guy stare at my ass like this before! ME:maybe a cleavage peek too HIM:Yeah, I think you have a bit of exhibitionist, teasing in you. And I'm really looking forward to it. I'm sure you'll get me all excited, because you are now! It will be hard not to come over and bend you over and take you right there at the car wash! :) ME:never been an exhibitionist, but you seem to bring in out in me...you and your naughty ideas...we will see what I can do...I never know until I am in the situation...and look what happened last time...silliness subsided quickly... ME:I will enjoy seeing you all hard and wanting close by... ME:guess I'll see you soon HIM:oh yes you will, can't wait I closed my computer and got myself into my car, smile on my face, my heart beating like crazy, because what the hell was a good little wife like myself going off to do with this man, a stranger? Or maybe he's not a stranger anymore. I pull out of the car wash, my car glistening with fresh drops of water. I see his truck pulling into the spot. My heart races and I smirk at myself of the craziness of this act. A man who just wants to stare at my body? After so many years with one man who now doesn't even notice that I've been trimming my pussy short for another man. Here is a new man that wants me. He gets out of his truck and smiles at me. There is that square toothed smile. I grin back and park my car too, keeping my music on in the background. He leaves for quarters. I had snagged mine out of my kid's piggy bank. I pull out my floor mats and put them on the ground between us. He is back and we both start our vacuums. I laugh and he smiles and nods his head, his piercing eyes follow me. We both vacuum. I make sure to spread my legs when I bend over. I can feel his eyes on me. When I come out of my car to vacuum the floor mats, I bend over forward and pull down my top a bit to give him a peek at my tits. He nods in encouragement and smiles and then flashes me his hard dick from the top of his running pants. He says something and I can't hear him, so I move close to him. We kiss briefly and he tells me how hot I look. I lean up against his hard dick. We both laugh and return to vacuuming. As I walk to the other side my car, I yank up my shorts so he can get a good look at the bottom on my ass. He raises his eyes and smiles big, which encourages me even more. He says something again and I come over to him again. The sucking noise of both of our vacuums fills the space between us. He whispers in my ear about how much he wants me. I turn my back toward him and lean my ass against his hard dick. He reaches down into my shorts and fingers my wet, swollen clit. Then his fingers slip inside of me and I go up on my toes, body taut, weight against him and melt under his touches. His hand immediately finds my g-spot. My legs quiver. We break apart and our vacuums stop. I go over to him again and we kiss. He asks me if he can come over to my car and get me off. How can I say no? We drop some more quarters into the vacuum machines and then go over to my car. I sit in the back seat and he leans in and his hand quickly slides into my wet shorts. My clit is slippery and warm and he rubs it softly with his fingers and then before I realize it, his fingers are in me. He is finger fucking me and pumping his hand back and forth perfectly bumping into my g-spot. I lift my hips up off the seat. My foot is on the headrest of the front seat. His hard dick is right there in front of me and I grab it. Rub it. He leans in and kisses me while his hand pumps and grinds and pumps and grinds. I pull my tits out of my top and he leans down to lick them. Bite them, I tell him. He does. He nibbles at my hard nipples that are so sensitive to his soft lips. I lean my head back and get lost in the pumping of his hand, the softness of his slippery fingers, his kisses and before I know it, the spasms of my orgasm pulses my pussy that is tight around his fingers. I let out a stifled moan. I look at him and see his dick right in front of me. I want his dick in my mouth. I pull down his pants partway and drag my tongue along the underside of his hard dick. Then I take him in. Wanting all of him in my mouth, he moves into my mouth deeply and then he fucks my mouth and I love it. I add my hand and grab on to him firmly and then grab his ass as he moves his hard dick in and out of my mouth, steadily. His hands grip the top of my head and I look up at him and he looks down at me, our eyes are locked while my other hand massages his balls. We keep at it, moving, grooving, until he mumbles, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum. And he does. Nice, warm cum in my mouth, on my tank, even on my cheek. We laugh as I scramble to grab some tissue from my glove compartment box. We clean up. We kiss again. We are both surprised. It was supposed to be just a tease. Just for fun. Two strangers watching each other. But we are not strangers, even though we pretend to be. I get into my car. He gets into his. I straighten my hair and pull away. He is behind me in his car for a minute and then gone driving in the other direction. He is here and then not here. Known and then unknown. Lines of reality blurred in another moment. Workin' Junior's Driveshaft As Dale Earnhardt, Jr.s favorite pizza place, we often got calls from "Club Little E" for late night munchies. Once, after taking a phone order from an obviously drunk Junior, I took the delivery....and got a tip I'll never forget. Arriving at 'Club Little E' I could see there was no party, and since the front door was partially opened I went in. "Hello?" I said softly, closing the door and moving into the room. Hearing loud snores, I looked around in the dim light and saw Dale passed out on a nearby couch. Putting down the pizza, I picked up a throw-blanket off a chair and moved toward the couch, intending to just cover him up; but as I stood looking down at the passed-out bad-boy, I realized I couldn't pass up the chance. Clad in a white t-shirt and snug Wranglers, Junior was stretched out on the couch with his arms behind his head and left leg bent at the knee. Dead to the world, Dale didn't move when I covered him from the waist down and knelt beside him; so I slid my hand under the blanket and undid his fly, listening to his snores as I reached in and pulled his long, soft cock out through the front of his boxers. Glancing up at the sleeping red-head to make sure it was really safe, I went for it and put my head beneath the blanket. Moving my face to his crotch, I bent over and licked around the base of Dale's cock, running my tongue slowly over his furry balls before working my way slowly to the tip of his stiffening meat. With an ear on his snoring, I took Nascar stud's semi-hard cock into my mouth. Sucking and licking slowly on the big head, it took less than a minute for Junior's dick to reach it's full 8 inches; long and lean, his cock eased it's way down my throat as I bobbed further down the shaft. Working eagerly, but carefully, I took more of Dale into my mouth until my lips were brushing against his auburn pubes. As I began deep-throating his stiff meat, I didn't notice Junior had stopped snoring. Oh shit! I thought when I felt a hand on the back of my head. I paused, half of the driver's throbbing cock in my mouth. "Ah was hopin' you'd come back, babe," Dale slurred, pushing my head down, "Keep doin' what yer doin'!" He thinks I'm one of his bitches! I realized as I began sucking his cock again, this time holding nothing back. What the Hell! If I give him a great blowjob, he might let me live when he sees it's me." "Oh babe, suck it!" Junior drawled, his fingers gripping the back of my head as I bobbed hungrilly on his meat. "Come on, all the way!" I needed no encouragement, let be serious; I was sucking the dick of a good-looking, straight, bad-boy redneck...who happened to be a Nascar superstar! And he was enjoying it! I steadilly worked the big head good before taking all 8 inches down my throat on every other stroke, burying my face in Dale's pubes and making him moan loudly above me. "Shit yea! Take me all the way, baby!" Dale urged in a slurred, sexy drawl, his hand holding my head tight as his hips began to move. Reaching under to grab his fine ass with my right hand, I held on as the Nascar stud drove into my mouth. Totally focused on giving Junior a fantastic blowjob, I didn't notice when his long fingers slid beneath the sheet and began running through my SHORT hair. Suddenly, Dale grabbed a handfull of my hair and threw off the sheet; I froze, mouthful of cock, and looked over to see the driver staring down at me in disbelief and disgust. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" The drunken redhead slurred, pulling me off his cock. Pushing me to the ground as he jumped up, Dale stood over me, too pissed to think about tucking away his hard-on. "Man, gimme one good reason not to kick yer ass!" He growled, hands balled into fists at his side. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I stammered, scared shitless as I looked up into his angry gaze. "It's just...you're so fuckin' hot!" "Fuckin' queer!" Junior spat, eyes flashing dangerously as he reached down and grabbed my shirt. "Ya want my dick?" He taunted, pulling me to my knees, "I'll give ya my dick!" Grabbing the back of my head, Dale sneered down at me as he stuffed his semi-hard cock back into my mouth. Thoroughly surprised at the turn of events, I hoped he'd go easy on me if I gave him a great blowjob. Sucking and tonguing Junior's lean meat, it didn't take long for it to once again reach a full 8 inches. "Yeah, suck that dick, faggot! Get me nice and hard!" Dale growled down at me, grip tightening on my head. "Ya wanted it, so take it!" And with that, the Nascar stud shoved his cock all the way into my mouth, buring my face in his auburn pubes. Unprepared, I choked on Junior's meat and tried to back off...but he would have none of that. Laughing, the angry redhead grabbed my head with BOTH hands and shoved deep again. Barely taking it this time, all I could do was hold onto his slim hips as "The Dominator" lived up to his nickname and began fucking my face. "What's wrong man? Ain't this what ya wanted? Huh? HUH?" Dale taunted down at me, punctuating each question with a hard thrust. Pumping steady into my mouth, he seemed to get diasappointed when I finally started swallowing him with ease. "Man, yer enjoyin' this too much!" He said suddenly. Shoving his cock deep down my throat one last time, Junior pulled his stiff rod out of my mouth and pulled me onto my feet. "You wanted to be Junior's bitch," he said with a devilish grin, "Then yer gonna be Junior's bitch." Dragging me over to the pool table, I wasn't sure what he had planned until I saw him pull some lube out from behind the bar. "Uh..hold on," I said, uneasy. "I've never had it up the ass before." By the look on his handsome face, Dale could've cared less. In fact... "Good." He replied dangerously. "Cuz I wouldn't want ya to enjoy it. Drop 'em!" Lubing up his raging hard-on as I reluctantly slid off my sweats, I'd barely stepped out of them when Junior turned me around and bent me over, doggie-style, on the pool table. "Yer gonna pay fer what ya did tonight, ya motherfucking faggot!" Dale hissed in my ear, his hot, slick cock probing my asscheeks. Not afraid, but VERY nervous, I tried to focus on the fact that I was living EVERY gay Junior fan's dream! Not only did I get to suck Nascar's superstar bad-boy, I was about to find out how he fucks! Hold on...fucks?...wait!...I'm a virgin! "Wait..." I began uncertainly, looking back at him; at the moment I met his gaze, his cock-tip found my hole. With no mercy, Dale Earhardt, Jr pushed his dick deep into my virgin ass. "OW! Oh, Fuck!" I gasped, back arching in pain. Fingers trying to get a grip on the felt, I almost passed out as Dale began thrusting into me. "Whatsa matter? I thought all queers liked it up the ass," Junior said with a chuckle, obviously enjoying my distress. Grabbing my hips, the redhead began steadilly fucking me, spurred on by my groans. "Fuck, yer tight!" he drawled, lustfully. After a bit the pain subsided, but it was still uncomfortable having an 8 incher as your first...especially when it belonged to an angry straight guy out to teach you a lesson. But since it was Junior I took it, even as he picked up the pace. "Turn over," Dale grunted after about 5 minutes of ravaging my ass. "If yer gonna be my bitch, I'm gonna fuck ya like one!" Pushing me onto my back on the pool table, Junior held my legs apart at the knees and once again shoved his cock deep inside me. "Yeah! This ain't gonna take much longer!" Moaning as Dale Earnhardt, Jr began fucking me hard, I layed back and began to really enjoy the 6', redheaded, countryboy pounding my ass with his big cock. Realizing he liked it when he thought it hurt, I let out a few yelps of pain to spur him on. "Oh...not so hard." I faked. "Fuck you! This is what ya wanted!" Putting my feet on his shoulders, Dale leaned over me, arms supporting him. "And now yer REALLY gonna get it!" Gasping for real when Junior drove deep, I held on to his furry forearms while he pounded away like an animal in heat. Watching the looks of anger and lust pass across Dale's handsome face as he wildly fucked me, I saw beads of sweat appear on his forehead and noticed his breathing getting faster. He was really getting into this! "Fuck yeah!" Dale growled, glaring down at me. Thrusting savagely, Junior rode me hard for about 5 more minutes before he couldn't hold off anymore. "Atleast I don't gotta worry bout getting you pregnant!" He yelled, pumping like a madman until bucking hard one final time, arching his back. "Oh Shit!...Fuck!" Buring his cock deep one final time, Dale Earnhardt, Jr let out a loud groan and exploded deep in my ass. Watching the look of triumph on that fine face, I could feel Junior's cock spurting inside me as he drained himself dry. Pulling out of me once he finished, Dale tossed me my sweats. "Ya took that like a good faggot. Now get out!" He growled at me, tucking away his dick. "But if I need yer 'special' pizza again, I'll give ya a call."