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Weird Fantasies 15: Roadside

By: TessMackenzie



NOTE: This story contains some darker elements including rougher sex and the pretence of non-consensual sex.

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I'm leaving work. You phone and tell me where to drive. I do, and you follow me. At least, I assume you do. I can see headlights behind me.

After a while you say, "Pull over."

I do. I get out of the car. We're in a lay-by beside a highway in the middle of nowhere.

Another car has pulled in behind me, and two people get out. I can't see properly past the car's headlights, so I walk towards it.

"Hey," I say, "What's..."

Someone grabs me, and hits me in the stomach, hard. It hurts. I wince, and double over, and they grab my arms and hold me and quite methodically, they put a cable-tie around my wrists and tighten it.

Then they turn me around, and push me onto the front of my car. I land, hard, and gasp for air. I'm in a suit, work clothes, and now my front is getting dusty from the car. They hold me there, and tug at my suit trousers. They tug, roughly, until the trousers come down to my knees. They catch on my shoes, and won't go further, but that doesn't seem to matter. Not for what they're about to do.

They rip off my underwear. They hold me against the car. They press the side of my face against the warm metal underneath me, and hit my legs until I spread them as much as I can, with my trousers still on, and then they start fucking me.

They fuck me, and I lie there and I let them. I'm horny and excited and a little bit scared, and let them fuck me. The highway is thirty meters away, through a thin line of trees. We'd be completely visible, except that it's already dark. 

There are hundreds of commuters driving past, going home, while I lie my car with my arms tied and get fucked by two men on the side of the road.

I have sex with the first man, and he comes inside me. The second starts, and I'm starting to enjoy him, to get into how he feels different to the first, when another car pulls in behind us.

I didn't hear the engine over the noise we're all making. I see the headlights, though, and turn to look.

We all go still. It's pretty obvious what we're doing. Even if it's a bit rougher than what most people would do.

But now there's another car, and I panic a bit. I struggle. I'm worried it's the police. I'm embarrassed to be here, like this, playing my kinky games, and getting caught. 

I struggle, but the two men hold me down fairly easily.

I hear a car door open and close. "What's going on here," someone asks, from the new car. It's another man, and I'm dazzled by the headlights still, but I think there's a second new guy getting out the new car, too. 

I lie there, helpless. I can't say a thing. I'm ashamed and scared and excited at being caught, all at once.

"Just a bit of fun," you say. You, who I do this with. You who organised this, and told me where to drive, and followed me.

"It really doesn't look like that," the new voice says. 

"We're fine," you say.

"Are you all right?" the new man says, I assume to me.

I don't answer. I don't know what to say.

"She's fine," you say.

"I'd rather hear that from her."

"Yeah," you say. "Or you could join in."

I think you've gone too far. I expect anger, or someone to call the police.

Instead, after a moment's hesitation, the new guy says, "Yeah, all right."

"Hey," I say. "No way."

You all ignore me.

"Hey," I said, struggling, trying to get up. "Shit, not random strangers. I'm not fucking some guy who's just happened to turn up."

Someone pulls my hair, and tells me to quiet down. I do, unsure, and lie as I am. I'm really not sure about this, but it's already too late. The new men come over to us, and you all start having sex with me again. I lie there, and let you. I don't want this, except that I do.

I'm being pressed onto a car, my face squashed onto the metal, tasting dust and car exhaust, feeling my arms being twisted and hair pulled while four men fuck me. They fuck me, taking turns, taking their time while the traffic speeds past on the highway.

When they're done, they turn me over and lick me out until I come.

Twice.

Then, as you all do, as you talk to each other while you lick me, only then do I realize that you all know each other, and this is a trick. You, who organised this, you tricked me on purpose. I'm annoyed about that. One of the new guys is going down on me, but I try to kick at you anyway, without interrupting what he's doing.

I'm annoyed. I kicked hard, waiting to hurt you, a bit.

You tell me to stop, and when I don't, you take over licking me. You finish me off quickly, licking until I come, and then you all get back in your cars and drive off and leave me there.

You leave me there, sticky and half-naked and with my arms tied, on my car. You leave me so I have to pull my trousers up awkwardly, and half-hobble around, to get back inside it. So I have to hunt around in my bag for nail-scissors to cut the cable-tie, hoping the whole time no-one stops and sees me.

You leave me there, so by the time I get to your place to keep going with this, I'm furious and upset and make you all hold me down and fuck me again, just to calm me down.

Roadside Assistance



It's easy to understand how as a society we lack faith and trust in each other. Especially in light of what is taking place around us, both at home and abroad. I too have fallen victim and find that I am untrusting.

My job takes me to places on the road with names that you either can't spell or pronounce. And they're almost impossible to find on a map. It makes the journey more of a challenge than the actual job itself. And what happened to me recently puts a whole new spin on trusting.

During a recent study I was asked to do I had to spend a few weeks in the rural outback. I was totally surprised though at how friendly people were. Fully willing to help out or assist you. I mean you still get the oddballs and weirdo's but they're everywhere. It's safe to say that there are all kinds of kooks in this world and they're all spread out.

While working, I study the flow of traffic as well as the density and types of vehicles. Once the data has been downloaded into my computer it's converted into a data file that I can put into graph form and print out for the client.

Anyways, I was at the side of the highway at an intersection in the middle of nowhere. Basically I was doing a truck safety survey for a residential developer interested in building a sub-division but also concerned about traffic in the area.

It had just gotten dark and as I sat there a pair of headlights came from behind. Instead of driving by, the vehicle slowed down and pulled onto the shoulder behind me, the headlights blinding me for a second before the driver shut them off. If it was the police I was used to that. Though usually they know ahead of time that I'll be in the area.

I watched the car door open and with the faint light of the interior I saw two feet, clad in high heels emerge. As I heard the car door slam shut I at least knew it wasn't the police. I hit the button on the door and lowered the window down. To my surprise it was an elderly lady. A very attractive elderly lady, wafting heavily of expensive perfume. She leaned towards the window, "Are you alright young man?" she asked. 

I was surprised by her concern and that a lady such as her would even think to stop and talk to a strange man. It told me that she was quite obviously a very confident and capable women regardless of her seniors status. "Yes I am Ma'am and thank you very much for stopping and asking!" I said, answering her with a big smile.

She placed a hand on the door of my car and leaned closer, "Please young man, Ma'am sounds so old. makes me feel my age, please call me Alice." she boldly told me. "Well Alice it's a pleasure to meet you!" I offered her my hand. As we shook hands, I told her "My name is Ronald but Ron is what I go by."

"Well Ron it shall be then. So, Ron tell me are you working for that builder? You are aren't you?" she said with an informed tone or voice. "Yes Alice I am as a matter of fact. But how may I ask did you know that?" I queried. "I'm on the local residents committee and played a big part in having this survey done in the first place."

"Ah, I see..." I responded. "So when I saw you here for quite some time and then still here when I returned home I figured that to be the case." she wittingly replied. "Well I must say I am impressed! And also very lucky to meet a woman who is not only confident but also very logical, a very rare species these days. Very rare indeed!" I told her as a quick breeze blew open her coat and I caught a glimpse of her cleavage that quickly turned into an embarrassing stare. "I live just over there," she said pointing,"see the red barn mailbox? Well that's my house. Can I offer you a coffee, tea or perhaps something a wee bit stronger when you're done here?"

"Aaaaaah ..... well ....." I stammered and was all I could mumble. "We can discuss the results of your study in more detail?" she insisted. "I suppose there's no harm done by stopping in for a moment or two." I said accepting her invitation.

Both the car and my senses were full of her heavy and heady perfume as I watched her walk back to her car. Her high heels disappeared back in and the door shut. She flashed lights as she drove by and I did the same in return. I watched her as she turned right, parked her car and walked to the door of her house.

When 9 pm finally came I packed up my laptop, made a quick call and a few entries before driving down to the red barn mailbox. I parked beside Alice's car and went to knock on her door. Before I could knock the door opened and there stood Alice to greet me. "I heard you pull up..." she said smiling, "Please come in Ron."

I was spellbound and stood there for what seemed like forever. Alice was something else! She had on a long, light blue silk Kimono. The belt was loosely tied and the collar was open showing much more of Alice's cleavage than I'd seen earlier. Good Lord she was beautiful and talk about endowed! Again she caught me staring at her, gawking at her breasts hoping to see more. She took my jacket and up it up in the hall closet. I watched her every move and how that silk garment was sliding along her body when she moved. As she turned I followed her into her "front room" as she called it.

We sat down across from one another. Alice sat with both legs together at the knee, and her hands clutched together on top, "So what can I get you to drink then Ron?"

"Whatever is the easiest...I don't want to be a bother." I told her. ""Don't be silly....it's no bother at all. I feel like a glass of sherry. Would you care to join me?" she asked. "That'll be fine, thank you Alice." I accepted.

She returned from the pantry with two glasses and a crystal bottle with more sherry in it. I stood up and we toasted, "To our good health!" I piped forth. "Yes here's to our good health and the hopes that we stay young forever!" Alice added. "Here, here!" I said as we sipped our glasses.

We sat and sipped our glass slowly while we talked about my work briefly. Before I knew it I'd had 3 glasses of nectar and was starting to feel its effects. "Whew....is it hot in here or is that sherry taking effect?" I asked, "May I trouble you for the use of your bathroom?"

"Why certainly, it's right out in the hall to your right, Ron." she directed me.

I should've known better than to drink that sherry like it was wine. I was feeling pretty warm from head to toe and was quite visibly flushed as I looked in the mirror. "Are you not feeling well Ron?" alice asked as I returned and sat on the sofa. "No, no, I'll be fine, just not used to drinking sherry that's all." I told her. "Oh my .... me too I have to be careful I can get awful giddy and frisky when I drink it." she laughed. We talked some more and somewhere in the midst of it all she poured us another few glasses of sherry. I was feeling pretty loose and quite comfortable with Alice. We laughed and somehow got around to telling jokes which turned into dirty jokes. I told her this one joke and we laughed so hard we both had tears in our eyes. Alice reached out and placed her hands on my arm and thigh and then leaned close and put her head on my shoulder, "Oh Ron you're so funny I haven't laughed like this in a long,long time. I'm so glad you decided to stop in!"

" So am I Alice, so am I." I said placing my arm around her and hugging her. She reacted by lifting her head up, looking me in the eyes and then kissing me on the lips. Stunned for a second I froze. Her tongue pressed past my lips, over and between my teeth and inside my mouth. With Alice's tongue darting in my mouth I came back down to earth and returned her kiss. I sucked on her ruby red lips and then sucked her tongue down my throat. Alice put her arms around me and we fell back into the sofa locked in our embrace.

Her large breasts pressed firmly against me and the temperature in the room rose about 10 degrees. My mouth was dry and Alice had me hot and really bothered. She reached for my shirt and proceeded to unbutton it. Then she stood up and grabbing hold of my collar with both hands she tugged me up and I found myself staring directly at her glorious grey bush.

I was spellbound... "Why don't we retire to my sleeping chamber...? I think we'd be a lot more comfortable." Alice suggested as she continued pulling me to me feet by the collar.

She led me into her chamber by the hand and sat me on her bed. As she stood in front of me she lowered her arms and hands. Her silk Kimono slid down over her shoulders, in slow motion, to the floor. I could feel my eyes were as big as saucers, but I couldn't help it. Alice was so beautiful and in such fine form for a woman of her age. "I hope you approve Ron?" she asked twirling around in front of me, lifting her arms up over her head. Her huge tits sagged and hung down, dangling from their obvious weight and mass. Her nipples were perfect and erect. She had wrinkles on her soft, well aged complexion, in all the right places. My eyes feasted on her sexy maturity and I knew exactly how to answer her question. I placed my hands on her sagging ass and pulled her closer. I latched onto one of her dangling nipples and began sucking on it. Teasing her stiff tip with my tongue, nibbling on it, stabbing an poking at it, I soon had Alice the answer to her question.

I was shaking in anticipation after seeing that tasty grey tuft, I wanted desperately to sink my face into her antique snatch. I brought her beside me and then got her to sit down by my side. I slowly pushed her until she was flat on her back. I got on my knees and between her legs on the floor, getting me first really close look at a senior cunt! Wow! My God, her cunt looked every bit as delicious, every bit as soft and tasty as I'm sure it did when Alice was 19. Apart from the framing of grey hair of course. Her pussy lips were swollen and quite large. They lay parted to either side, exposing her bright pink insides, as if to invite me. "Mmmmmmmm.....so perfectly delectable....so irresistible!" I exclaimed before going down. I licked and flicked her swollen outer lips, exploring each and every tender fold until Alice moaned out loud.

Holding her legs apart with both hands I moved in, licking her gaping hole from her asshole to her clit before dipping my tongue deep inside her hot, juicy hole. "Oh, oh, oh Ron.....oh my goodness!" she whispered loudly.

I could tell by how she pressed her cunt against my face that Alice was having a good time. I flicked and poked, delving deeper and deeper into her tasty old honey pot. I had her cooing, moaning and groaning, twitching and quivering, Alice was like butter in my hands. I kissed my way down between her pussy and ass until I was kissing her quivering anus.

I kissed, flicked and sucked and the skin at her tight opening. The moisture from my mouth giving my tongue a smooth, slippery entrance into her warm asshole.

Alice tightened up. Her ass cheeks squeezing my face and her sphincter clamping down on my tongue. "Oh Ron! Oh my! Oh my goodness Ron......no one has ever done that to me!" she told me excitedly. I pushed legs open wide again and she seemed to relax while I went back to eating her ass. I was glad to see that she liked what I was making her feel. I could've eaten her ass and pussy forever, for the rest of my life! But I wanted fuck Alice too. I wanted to see the look on her aging face when I shoved my middle-aged cock inside her granny pussy. I wanted to watch her and see her reaction once my cum started pumping deep into her forgotten hole.

Slithering my way between her thighs, over her moist grey bush and over her wrinkled tummy I stopped at her nipples. Lifting both of her flat lying tits up, I pushed them together until I had both her stiff nipples in my mouth. I lifted myself up until my cock bumped up against her hot wet cunt. Alice reached down and guided the tip of my cock inside her pussy lips. She moaned out loud as I pressed forward and slid half way in. "Oh Ron ... that feels so good! Your penis feels so big and so hard inside me!" she purred. I sucked on her tits and continued to fuck her. I felt my balls tighten almost immediately, the shaft of my rigid prick throbbing and pulsating more and more with each push into Alice. I released my lip lock on her tits and planted my mouth on hers. I shoved my tongue into Alice's mouth and we kissed. We kissed deeply and passionately, our hot tongues lashing and fighting like two serpents inside of our horny mouths.

Suddenly I felt that familiar rumble in my balls, it's rippling effect traveling the length of my throbbing shaft. I fired a hot burst of cum deep into Alice's hot cunt. It exploded against her cervix like fireworks, only to be followed with a cock-burst of squirting sperm that washed her cuntwalls. Squishing sounds filled the air and Alice was grinning from ear to ear. She held her legs open further and wider than I'd ever seen any woman do. I bet a woman half her age couldn't get into the positions that Alice got into while we made out! "Ah Ron your hot sperm feels lovely! So hot and so creamy...Oh Ronald, you make me feel wonderful. You've made me laugh and smile. And now this! You're such a dear Ron. You made me very happy tonight." she whispered in my ear and we held each other tightly.

We lay there for some time embracing and hugging each other before Alice got up. She stood beside me as I sat up and reaching down, placed one hand on each side of my face. She kissed my forehead, my nose and then my lips.

She took my hand and walked me into her bathroom where she had me sit in the chaise lounge while she drew a bath for me. Alice gave me the most relaxing and sensual sponge bath I've ever had! I felt wonderful. She made sure to clean my cock and ass too until I ejaculated for her again. She said she wanted to se me cum and cupped her hands and opened her mouth for me. Sucking and licking all of my creamy load, she licked me clean like a kid licking her fingers after an ice cream cone.

I was really late by this time and since we had gotten along so famously, I gladly accepted when Alice suggested I stay overnight. I did, and have gone back to visit Alice on many occasions since.

Though Alice restored my faith in people by coming to my aid at the roadside I did learn a few other things from her. She showed me that you are only as old as you let yourself feel and that regardless of the wrapping it's what's inside that may surprise you!

Thanks to Alice I now look at older women and seniors with a whole new frame of mind and respect. In fact I often find myself pre-occupied with thoughts of Alice every time I see a grey haired babe.



Roadside Assistance



Driving down the road in a little silver mustang and I was wearing some cut off denim shorts and a halter top that had a deep V neck in it, my hair was in a loose bun on top of my head with some of my curls falling down my back and around my face and ears. Listening to my favorite song on the radio and just speeding along, then all of a sudden I hear a loud BOOM and then my car starts to shake, I pull it over to the break down lane and turn it off. 

Looking around I notice there is hardly anyone on the road and it’s getting dark. I reach for my cell phone to call a tow truck when I realize that it isn’t charged. I remember that the car adapter is in my suitcase in the trunk so I climb out and walk around the car opening the trunk and pulling the suitcase to the front of the trunk I open in and begin to dig through it. Cars are whizzing past me and not one stops to offer any help-- the country girl in me is pissed at how rude people are these days-- but the city girl is glad no one is stopping cause god knows what kind of freaks live in this area! 

Suddenly I hear a car slowly approaching from behind me as I’m bent into the trunk reaching to the back to look for the adapter-- my ass is high in the air and I know that my cunt is easily seen by those passing, it makes me fear the worst- that I’m about to get raped. I lace my fingers around the tire iron – I’m not going down without a fight I think to myself, and then I look over my shoulder to see you standing in front of your car looking at me but not coming too close -- I assume its because you don’t want to frighten me. 

"Hey do you need some help??" you shout out as I begin to stand up slowly, now blushing because I know you saw my freshly shaven cunt lips peeking out of my shorts, and that like most any man that must have turned you on a little. 

" Yes I have a flat tire" I say over my shoulder then I start to turn around" if you just have a cell phone that I could use to call a tow truck I would appreciate it"

"I could fix that for you sooner than any truck could be here" you say as you pull your phone out and hand it to me." may I??" you ask as you reach into the trunk for the spare tire, I tell you to go ahead before I realize that while rummaging through my suitcase in a hurry I have left some sheer thong panties out. I giggle nervously and grab them and put them in my pocket and move the suitcase for you. 

You reach into the trunk, pull out the spare and the jack and walk to the side of my car. I notice your strong arms and jaw bone while you carry the tire, then your ass as you walk in front of me. I realize that I have gotten wet just looking at those features, embarrassed I begin to make some small talk about how beautiful the area is and the weather. I stand close to you -- at the passenger door while you change the tire, my long legs in heels as I shift back and forth on each foot waiting for you to finish. 

I notice you staring at my legs from time to time and licking your lips. I begin to wonder if you find me as sexually attractive as I find you. I get wetter each time I notice you eyeing my soft legs; soon I decide that I have to do something to see if you would make a move. I squat down next to you ... my heels planted together on the gravel and my legs far apart, I feel the seam of my shorts grinding into my clit and my wet lips being separated by them. I pretend to be fixing my sluttish red lipstick in the mirror but I’m really just giving you a good show -- I lick my lips and teeth slowly. You pull a handkerchief out of your pocket and wipe your brow as you tighten the last lug nut.

" That should do for now" you say but you warn me I should get a good tire on there and soon. We walk to the back of my car and you throw the jack back in and put the suitcase in the trunk for me. I sit on the trunk playing with the cell phone you handed me while trying to think of a way to thank you. 

"Thank you " I finally say and reach out to hand you your phone- but I let it drop to the ground so that you have to bend over and put your face virtually in my cunt to get the phone. When you bend over I reach out and place my hand on the back of your head and pull your face into my cunt. You smell the sweet musk as it rises from within me, and slowly lick your lips. I move off the trunk-- saying" I really do need to thank you" as I lead you to my car. I sit you down in the front seat -- you try and protest saying that you were just doing what any good human being would do for another-- but you are silenced by my mouth meeting yours and my tongue darting into your mouth. 

I begin to unzip my denim shorts and let them fall to the ground slowly, your surprised to see a freshly shaven cunt that’s shimmering with heat. You sit with your hands in your lap almost afraid to touch me -- so I lean forward and unzip your pants to take your throbbing cock into my hand, I slowly stroke it and then begin to slide a finger along my own slit -- I begin to finger fuck my hole at the same time I take your throbbing cock into my mouth and suck hard. You gasp and grab the bar along the doorframe and begin to thrust your cock into my mouth... I move myself into a squatting position so my legs are spread far and you can see it all. My swollen clit as it throbs while my fingers tease it; the red full lips as then get wetter and wetter. Soon you move your hands to the outside of the car -- almost doing pull ups to get your cock to enter my sluttish red lips, I slide my shirt open exposing a breast so I can tease the nipple in the night air. 

Cars going by are honking now – I’m guessing they can see us but I don’t care. I have never felt such raw desire for a man.... I let out a moan into your cock at the same time you moan loudly in my ear.... you look down and notice a small puddle on the ground below me...the next thing I know you have lifted me up and you are eating my cunt fast and hard while my breasts and head are on the roof of the car -- I begin to scream and grind into your face quickly and then the next thing I know you have me standing up facing the road and your eating my cunt slowly from behind while you stroke your cock against my thigh.

Within a quick moment you thrust your cock into me I scream so loud it echoes in the night air but I find myself grinding against you begging you to fuck me harder and harder. My fingers reaching down to tease my clit and stroke your cock as it thrusts in and out of me... I begin to cum again and you pull out and start to lick my cum from my cunt --- sucking on my lips letting your tongue slide between them and tease my sweet hole -- suddenly I’m Cumming again and I get another surprise-- you slide a finger into my asshole. Teasing it gently, moving in and out at a slow and steady pace, still sucking on my cunt. 

I moan and fuck your face slowly --- reaching down and stroking your cock I beg you to fuck me again -- you stand up and slide your throbbing cock all along my ass crack and when I open my mouth to protest you smack my ass hard-I’m shocked yet aroused-so I close my mouth--- you continue to slide your cock up and down my whole slit from front to back -- letting the head enter me just a little each time -- you can feel my cunt throbbing around your cock and you decide to ram me with it at the same time you slide your finger back into my asshole - I scream but I begin to fuck you -- you are standing perfectly still and I grind up and down your cock and fuck harder...your other hand reaches up and pulls my hair so that my back arches too you giving you more penetration and you kiss and lick my neck and ears whispering " your a hot little bitch, showing me that nicely shaven cunt, then letting me have it, sucking my cock so well, and now I’m fucking both of your tight holes......... I’m so glad I stopped to help you tonight..." 

I feel one fast hard thrust of both hand and cock before you moan loudly and I feel your hot cum jetting inside of my cunt I moan in time with you and begin to cum again. MMMMMMMMMMMM! I moan as you pull out of me, I bend over and grab my thong I had put in my shorts pocket and slide them along the outside of my wet cunt-- then I write my phone number on them for you, stuffing them in your pocket before getting my clothes back on. You stand by the side of the road smoking a cigarette with the most pleased look I have ever seen on a man as I drive away. I giggle to myself wondering if you will call.



Roadside Assistance



An old Volkswagen camper van sat silently with its engine cover open on the side of a mountain road, looking tired and forlorn in its dust covered faded red paint. It's owner, an affable tall blonde carpenter named Roddy, sat on a nearby boulder, contemplating his next move. He was a long way from anywhere.

Hoping someone would drive by, he waited. And waited. But the road he was on was little used, and really didn't go anywhere anyone wanted to go. Roddy used it to get to a little known scenic overlook high up on the mountain where he spent the night once in a while when he felt like getting out of town and had nowhere better to go. There was only one residence up that way that he knew of, a big log-style mansion overlooking the city lights way off in the distance. It was many miles uphill, and a vacation residence, so walking all the way up there seemed foolish.

The daylight was fading, so Roddy made up a sign using a piece of a cardboard box, and wrote on it with black oil from old engine's dip-stick.

NEED HELP

PLEASE STOP

He left the engine cover open, tucked the sign into the bumper, and set up his bed for the night before settling down with a beer. After two more beers dusk had turned to darkness, and he climbed into bed and fell asleep, thinking he would get up early in the morning and hike down the mountain for help.

Out of a deep sleep he was startled awake by bright lights and a man's voice.

"Hello? Do you need help?"

"Yes," Roddy said out the window, "I'll be right out."

The voice belonged to a sleek looking grey haired man in his sixties, stepping out of a black Mercedes convertible. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, and looked like a million bucks.

"Thanks for stopping," Roddy said as he got out of the camper. "My engine broke down this afternoon. I thought I'd have to walk down tomorrow."

The man asked if Roddy would like to ride with him up to the big house, but Roddy declined and gave him a phone number to call in the morning of a friend who had a Volkswagen repair shop. Roddy wrote down the part he needed and said the friend would know what to do. The man told him his wife would be coming by in the morning, they shook hands, and Roddy went back to bed.

About an hour later there was more bright light, and another voice, this one female.

"Hey! You need help?"

"Oh... I, uh... hang on a minute," Roddy said groggily.

This voice belonged to a stunning young blonde with a thick and brassy New York City accent, wearing a little red cocktail dress that left little to the imagination. She stepped out of a yellow Maserati convertible and promptly twisted her ankle on the dirt shoulder of the road.

"Fuck these things," she snarled as she pulled off her stiletto healed shoes.

Roddy was wearing nothing but small boxer shorts when he stumbled groggily out of the camper, and he stepped on something excruciatingly sharp in his bare feet.

"Fuck!" he said quietly, lifting his left foot in his right hand to look at his heel, not realizing the cars bright headlights perfectly lit his big flacid penis for the woman to see.

"Ain't it a bitch?" the woman said, soaking in the sight of the well endowed young man and smiling a little. "You need help or somethin'?" she said, and Roddy could tell she had been drinking.

"No. Actually, a guy came by earlier, and he's gonna make a phone call for me in the morning. But thanks, I really appreciate you stopping. Guess I should have taken this sign down."

"Oh. Yeah, no problem," she said, looking at Roddy's muscular chest.

"He said you'd be coming by in the morning... are you his wife?" Roddy asked.

"Yeah, I'm his fuckin' wife," she said, suddenly angry. "The mornin' he said? God damn it, he's prob'ly got a tramp up there. Was there a little twenty year old bitch with him?"

"No, he was alone."

"Fuck, she was prob'ly up there waitin' for him. The mornin' he says. That's what he said to me too... now I know fuckin' why."

"Maybe you're just imagining things, he seemed really nice."

"I aint imaginin' nothin'. Every tramp in the city's lined up for his money. I'm one of 'em I guess. Fuck..."

The woman held her face in the hand that wasn't holding her shoes, and started to cry. Roddy didn't know what to do.

"You wanna sit and catch your breath for a minute? I've got beer if you want one." After he said it he realized it was a bad idea. "Maybe you shouldn't drink any more if you're driving though."

"I'm not drivin'. I'm gonna work this alcohol out a my system right here," she said, wiping the tears away. "You got a bed in that thing."

"Whoa, I don't know..." Roddy said, not wanting to get in the middle of a marital dispute.

"You don't know? You don't fuckin' KNOW?" the woman said, getting angry again. "Look at this and tell me if you don't fuckin' know."

In one quick move she dropped her expensive shoes in the dirt, unzipped her little red dress, and let it drop onto the dirt around her feet. She stood in the bright headlight glare of the Maserati wearing nothing but a black garter belt and black shear stockings. The deep black shadows cast by her big Playboy centerfold tits and her prominent pussy lips made her look like the covergirl from an old pulp fiction novel.

"Tell me if you don't fuckin' know," she said again, this time with a wry smile.

The rapidly growing tent in Roddy's boxer shorts gave him away.

"Yeah, you fuckin' know," she said, looking right at it.

She was next to Roddy before he could say anything, running her hand down inside his boxer shorts onto his big swelling cock.

"That's a fuckin' nice cock you got there," she said, stroking it's length."You're gonna make me forget my troubles, aren't ya."

She squatted and pulled down the boxer shorts and inhaled Roddy's big cock into her mouth.

"Oh FUCK yeah! This is gonna be fun," she said, sliding her hands along the long saliva covered shaft. "Dickface up there's got a little tiny one. Thinks his money makes up for it, but it don't."

Back in her mouth it went, and a first class, deep throat blow-job blew Roddy's head off, right there in the glare of the headlights. As his mind came back into focus he thought about how great sex skills must be a prerequisite to being a rich guy's trophy wife. 

"You got a light inside that thing, or are we gonna be fumblin' around in the dark all night?" the woman asked.

Roddy walked naked to the side door of the little camper, switched on a dim interior light, and the woman switched off the headlights on her car.

"Jesus Christ, I can't see a fuckin' thing," she said, standing next to her car.

"Hang on, I've got a flashlight," Roddy said.

He fumbled around and found one, and aimed the beam out through the back window of the camper at the woman. She lurched forward on the sharp gravel, her big tits jiggling like nothing Roddy had ever seen.

"On the ground dopey," she laughed. "You got all night to look at the tits."

The woman climbed into the camper and onto the small double bed. "That cock's gonna make my day I'll tell ya," she said, grabbing onto it.

"Where are you from," Roddy asked with a smile.

"Brookyn. Why?"

I love your accent," Roddy said.

"I don't have a fuckin' accent. You got a fuckin' accent," she said with a laugh. "I see your ready to go already. Jesus, your fast. You gonna put that thing in me, or what?"

Roddy and the woman fucked all night long. It was astonishing they could keep going hour after hour — it was like fate had brought them together on the exact night of their lives when their sexuality peaked, and nothing could stop them. They had sex every possible way a person can, and then they did it all again.

Just before dawn a small car sped down the mountain and flew by them.

"Fuckin' little tramp," the woman said as it passed, and she sixty-nined Roddy, giving him an angry, gagging, deep throat blow-job that made him cum as hard as the first one four hours before.

When the sun finally broke over the horizon they were on their backs, exhausted, sticky, and breathless.

"Fuckin A!" the woman said quietly.

The old Volkswagen camper van was a shambles, and looked like a hurricane had blown through the inside. Curtains were pulled down, a cabinet door was broken clean off it's hinges, and the cloth cover on the bed mattress was ripped open, revealing the foam rubber beneath. Roddy's sleeping bag was trampled on the floor, and everything that was anywhere was now somewhere else.

After a few quiet minutes the woman started gathering her wits.

"Jesus Christ," she said, "my hairs all fulla Jizz. I ain't never seen a guy cum so many times."

She used a small mirror on the wall that had somehow survived the mayhem, and ran her fingers through her bottle-blonde hair to try and get it looking halfway normal, and she licked her fingers and smoothed her makeup a bit.

"Fuckin' jizz on everything, you animal," she said as she looked at her cum splattered stockings, and she glanced over at Roddy with a sexy, appreciative smile.

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," Roddy said, admiring her body in the soft morning light as she peeled the stockings off her legs and unclipped the garter belt.

"I've heard that line before," she said.

"Yeah, but they didn't see you like this," Roddy said.

"Wanna bet?" she said with a wry smile.

The naked woman stepped out of the camper, walked gingerly across the sharp gravel, tossed her rolled up stockings into the convertible, and picked her little red cocktail dress up off the dirt. She shook it out and brushed it off, and slipped her stunning body into it and zipped it up, adjusting her big tits so they spilled out the correct amount. She reached down and slipped on her stiletto heels just as a car rounded the corner from above. It was her husband. Roddy pulled on a pair of shorts while the man parked his shiny black Mercedes across the road from the Maserati.

"Good morning Darling," he said to her. He looked as tired as she did.

"Just checkin' to see if this guy's all right," she said. "You OK in there?"

"Never better," Roddy said as he emerged from the camper with a smile.

"I just called your friend," the man said. "He said he'd be here around eleven with the part you need."

"Oh thanks," Roddy said. "Since I didn't have to worry I had a really good night thanks to you.

"Glad to be of service," the man said. "Ready to go Darling? You look nice today. Did you do something new with your hair?"



Roadside Assistance



She walked along the side of the road in an easterly direction, her eyes well adjusted to the darkness, it being two-thirty in the morning. The asshole was making her go to the store again and god forbid that she use the car. She was talking on her cell phone, just happy to know that someone knew where she was.

Since it was so late, there wasn't much traffic. She was surprised, then, when a car slowed behind her, shining its headlights around her. She turned her head, but couldn't see through the glare of the lights. She waved to the car to go past her but instead, he pulled up beside her.

"Hey, there. Need a lift?" She turned and looked in the window on his black Dodge Charger. He wasn't bad looking, probably mid-twenties, a little scruff on his chin and cheeks. His hair was dark, as were his eyes. The way he leaned over toward the passenger side let his black leather jacket hang open, the pocket t-shirt underneath stretching slightly around his muscles.

"Um, hold on" she said to the phone. "No, but thanks. It's only another couple of miles." She turned and started walking again but the car pulled up beside her again.

"Come on. Get in. It's only another couple of miles, but it's cold and you're not dressed warmly and you're not wearing any shoes." He certainly sounded earnest.

"How do you know I'm cold," she said, a touch of defiance in her voice.

"Well, the fact that it's about forty degrees out here and your shirt isn't exactly keeping secrets."

She looked down and sure enough, the nipples on her large breasts were poking through her dark blue shirt. She shivered slightly, since it was in fact cold. Her lack of footwear didn't help, since the pavement was cool now. She hesitated, thinking the car looked warm, not to mention the man was trying to be helpful, but she didn't want to become another missing woman.

"Look. I'm not some kind of freak who steals women. I'm just a helpful guy who's trying to get you where you're going." He smiled at her, a genuine smile that sent a small shiver down her spine, though it might have been the cold.

"Okay, mister. You look nice enough, so I'll go with you. But don't try anything funny."

"Okay, Miss. You got it." He leaned over further and opened the door, pushing it outward so that she could get in. He waited for the door to slam shut like it always did and then pulled back out onto the road and headed east.

"Hi. I'm Adam," he said, sticking his hand out for her. She looked at it sideways and then shook it quickly.

"Nice to meet you, Adam. What brings you out this way so late?"

He chuckled. "Well, I was at my girlfriend's house and we got into a fight and she kicked me out, so I'm heading home. How about you?"

She chuckled in return, adjusting the warm breeze from the vent. "I'm going to the store."

"The store? At two forty five in the morning? Alone? With no car?"

"Yeah, well. It's complicated." She turned and looked out the window, obviously not wanting to talk about it. Adam was about to say something, but thought better of it.

They drove on in silence for a few minutes, both lost in their thoughts. She was pulled from her reverie by the slowing of the car.

"What the hell," he said. A couple of police cars were blocking the road. One of the officers walked up to the window and Adam rolled it down. "Something wrong, officer?"

The policeman shined his flashlight into the window, but keeping it low. "Sorry, sir. There's a tanker accident about half a mile up the road. Where you folks headed?" He nodded when Adam gave him their destination. "In that case, you'll have to turn around and go back to the county road, hang a left and follow that for a mile or so, the turn left again and come into town by way of the Gordon Freeway there. You know where I mean?"

"Yes, officer. Thanks."

"Y'all have a good night, now."

Adam rolled up the window and backed up slightly, allowing himself more room for the u-turn. "Well, that's a fine how-do-you-do. Sorry this is going to take a little longer than I thought. But hey. At least we're warm and we have company."

She laughed despite herself. "Yes. Yes we do."

As they drove on, she began singing softly to herself. After a moment, she realized that even though he was looking at the road, he was listening to her. "Sorry," she said. "I have this tendency to sing."

"That's okay. I like it. I usually sing too, but you beat me to it. Plus, I usually sing to the radio."

She reached over and turned the radio on, finding a good station right away. Both of them started singing along with the radio. At one point, they both missed a pitch badly and started laughing at each other, the tension melting away.

They pulled up to the store and Adam parked. "Well, what are we getting?"

She laughed. "We? When did this turn into a joint shopping trip?"

He grinned in return. "It's not like I have anything better to do, so I figured I'd help you out."

"Okay, fine. But you get to carry the hand basket."

"Deal. Now, let's get going." He worked the door handle and gave the door a good whack on the inside, forcing the door open.

They walked in together, Adam grabbing a hand basket. The store was deserted as they walked in, only the overnight stockers there. "So. Where we headed."

"Follow me." She turned quickly and headed down and aisle. Adam followed two steps behind, taking a chance to admire the view. Her hips swung as she walked, her skirt clinging well to her hips. She leaned over to pick up something, giving him the full on view.

She turned to get his opinion on the item in her hand, but then noticed where his gaze was. She laughed and shook her ass, breaking the spell, Adam's face turning red under the five o'clock shadow. He turned away quickly, looking at the other side of the aisle, a small smile on his face.

She stood up and put her purchase in the basket, a big smile on her face. She touched his hand and he looked at her, his face still red. "Come on, buddy. We've got other stuff to get." She grabbed his other hand and pulled him through the store, Adam offering no resistance.

Toward the end of the shopping expedition, she turned a corner quickly, not seeing the 'Wet Floor' sign. As her foot hit a small puddle of water, she slid, her other foot coming out from under her. She fully expected to hit the floor, but Adam was there, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from hitting the deck. She reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck.

His stance wide, he held her weight easily, hand basket held out to the other side to act as a counterbalance. They stayed that way for a moment, their faces close enough to feel each other's breath. She swallowed and looked into his eyes, their bright blue color almost entrancing.

"Um. Adam. You can put me down now."

He blinked. "Right." He pulled her to her feet and set her upright, releasing his grip on her waist. "Sorry. Just wanted to, you know, make sure you were all right."

She found her mouth dry; suddenly wishing his lips were touching hers. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down to hers, her tongue sliding into his mouth. He grunted in surprise but eased into the kiss. She broke it as suddenly as it started and started walking toward the checkout, leaving him wondering what had just happened.

He turned and followed her, noticing a little more swing in her hips than before. A broad smile crossed his face and he hurried to catch up with her.

He turned into the main aisle right behind her where she caught him by surprise, dragging him into another kiss, this time with some added grinding of her hip into his crotch, making him moan into her mouth, her tongue tracing his lips. He put his free hand on her hip and pulled her closer, his tongue snaking out to meet hers.

"Whoa there, cowboy. Not here in the store. It's not that deserted." He smiled and looked around, seeing a few people in the aisle. She grinned and headed for the checkout, Adam right behind her being led by the hand.

They went through the checkout and paid, Adam grabbing the bags and carrying them out to the car. When he finished loading the bags into the trunk, he climbed into the car, his passenger already inside. He sat there for a minute and then turned and looked at her.

"What was that all about?"

"I don't know," she replied. "It just happened, I guess."

"Just happened. Okay. At least I know where I stand."

"So do I," she replied, a smirk on her face.

"What?"

She reached out and grabbed his groin, his eyes widening. She moved her hand up and down causing him to groan. "Drive." He nodded and started the car, her hand still moving on the front of his pants. He pulled out of the lot and out onto the Gordon Freeway, retracing his drive.

She moved toward him and licked his ear, keeping the pressure on his crotch. She deftly undid the button on his jeans and slid her hand inside, feeling his hard cock inside, moaning into his ear.

Adam tried to keep his focus on the road, her actions making that difficult. It was made more difficult yet when she moved her head away from his ear and down under his arm and pulled his cock out and started sucking it quickly while he drive. Her head moved up and down on his knob, her fingers digging into his boxer briefs and fondling his balls.

He locked one of his arms straight on the steering wheel, trying to keep his eyes open, her wet mouth begging for his attention. He let the other move to her chest, feeling her large round breast through her shirt, making her moan onto his cock, sending a shudder through him.

Adam moved his fingers to find her nipple through her shirt and upon finding it, pinched it, her body shifting in response. He saw her other hand move and out of the corner of his eye, saw it disappear into her own pants. She wriggled against her fingers and the shifting of her body moved his cock inside her mouth against her teeth and the roof of her mouth.

He drove on, turning right where he turned left earlier and gasped as she took his entire penis into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, his balls touching her cheek. She moved back up and bobbed furiously on his tip, stroking his shaft with her hand.

With everything going on, it didn't take long for him to orgasm and ejaculate into her mouth, filling it almost to overflowing with his seed. She kept her up and down motion going, sucking out everything he had and then swallowing it, the extra suction from her throat causing him to jerk.

Adam pulled the car onto the shoulder not worried since there was no traffic. She leaned back up and smiled at him, pulling her hand from her pants. Adam buttoned his pants and got out of the car, again needing to slam the door open and went to the trunk and pulled something out.

He moved the passenger side door and smiled. "Come on. Get out of the car."

She looked at him and what he had in his hand: a blanket. She grinned at him and with his help, exited the car, Adam leading her onto the gravel shoulder. He tossed the blanket onto the ground and led her to the front of the car. "What's going on," she asked.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time. Just relax." He leaned her back against the sloping hood of his car and lifted her skirt up. He knelt on the ground in front of her and bunched her skirt up around her hips. He grabbed the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down, revealing bare skin where pubic hair should be. He smiled up at her and finished removing her underwear, dropping them onto the hood next to her.

Adam slowly moved his mouth toward her wetness, licking her lips softly, going from bottom to top. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, spreading them further to get easier access to her sex. He buried his tongue in her box, his nose pushing against her clit, making her grab a handful of his hair.

She gasped as he hit her button, pulling his hair, trying to initiate more contact between him and her clit. She arched her back, pushing her clit into his mouth. Adam sucked on it, taking it between his teeth and squeezing it, bringing a cry from her lips.

Adam released her bud and moved his hand to play with her clit while licking her slow and deep. He moaned into her, savoring her taste. He pushed his tongue into her as far as possible, trying to reach as deep as he could. His fingers moved quickly over her clit, her body starting to shake.

She cried out, pulling his head as close as possible as she orgasmed onto his tongue and fingers, tugging hard at his hair. He grunted at the pressure and let her flow over his face, licking up everything he could. He kept up his licking and fingering until she had stopped shaking.

Adam stood up, his face slightly glistening in the moonlight. He licked her face clean and smiled at her and she smiled back, her face flushed and her chest heaving, her large breasts moving underneath her shirt. She pushed herself away from the car and moved into him, kissing him deeply, her hand going to the back of his head.

He broke the kiss and led her to where he threw down the blanket. He picked it up and spread it out, red and black squares now covering the ground. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, letting out a small gasp when he saw her beautiful breasts. She slid his jacket off and did the same for his shirt, dragging her nails lightly down his chest, causing him to shiver.

She unbuttoned his pants again and he slid out of them, tossing them to the side, his cock starting to rise again. They both went to their knees, still maintaining their kiss. Their hands roamed all over each other's bodies, moans and sudden gasps filling the air. Adam's hands went to her behind, squeezing it, feeling it move beneath his hands. Her hands caressed his shoulders, squeezing the muscles underneath.

Adam's erection kept brushing against her stomach. She grabbed it and stroked it a little, Adam closing his eyes and letting his head drop backwards. She licked his neck and leaned backwards, pulling Adam with her. He leaned toward her, only to have her put her hand on his chest. She turned over, offering up her ass to him. He kneaded it from behind and lowered his cock to her wetness, pushing into it slowly.

She growled low as he pushed into her, she pushing back against him until he was buried in her. He started moving back and forth in her, her head low, her hair brushing the grass just off of the blanket. He started fucking her faster and harder, his balls hitting her clit, her breathing getting faster and higher pitched.

Her hand came off of the blanket and onto the grass, her whole body moving with each of his thrusts. She moaned loudly as her breasts left the confinement of the blanket and started brushing the dew wet grass, the difference between the warmth of their bodies and the coolness of the grass driving her further along the road to orgasm.

Adam dragged his nails down her back making her arch up in response. He played with her clit and she moaned again, this time even louder. He kept up the pressure until he felt her muscles start to quiver again, her orgasm rapidly approaching.

She screamed out as she released again, her whole body shaking again, his cock still in her. He kept thrusting, riding her through her orgasm, keeping his pace steady. Her arms gave out and she put her face on the ground, the coolness of the grass opposing the heat of his body sending shockwaves through her body, trigging yet another orgasm, her whole body rocking on the ground.

She slipped off of him and lay on the ground, panting loudly, trying to catch her breath. Adam lay down next to her and ran his hand over her body, caressing her skin as she laid there, her body still twitching.

"Wow," she said, her breath still catching in her throat. Adam just smiled in return. She rolled over and looked at him, her eyelids twitching slightly. Her hand moved down to his groin and she held his penis, stroking it firmly. Adam groaned and lay his head down on his elbow, looking into her eyes the whole time.

She fondled his balls while stroking him, his cock rigid as a post, his face contorting slightly when she hit the sensitive tip. He grunted and felt his cock explode all over the blanket and ground between then, some getting on her hand. She raised her hand to her lips and licked off the drops of cum there, swallowing them quickly.

They lay there looking at each other for several minutes before they both shivered, a reminder that the temperature was dropping. They gathered their clothes, put the blanket in the trunk and got back in the car, Adam starting and turning on the heater. He pulled out onto the road and drove quickly, neither of them talking as neither knew what to say.

She had him stop a quarter of a mile from her house, not wanting to be seen being dropped off. She retrieved the groceries from the back seat and leaned back in the passenger side window.

"Thanks, Adam. For everything."

"You're welcome, but I never got your name."

"I know. Here. Take these instead." She handed him her panties and walked off into the night.

Adam looked at the panties, chuckled and drove off, heading home. 



Roadside Assistance



I was on my way home from work late one night and saw a car along the road with its flashers blinking very dim and slow. As I approached the car and pulled in behind I could see a figure in the car. I stopped about two car lengths back just to be safe, turned my flashers on and got my Mag light to check it out. It did not look as if they had checked out the car since the hood was not up. Since it was a hot summer night I just assumed the car overheated. As I approached the car I could see there was only one person in the car, a woman, and she seemed a bit nervous. I stood away from the door and asked if she needed any help? 

She rolled her window down a crack and said, "help was on the way."

I asked, "Do you want me to look at your car?"

She said, "no." She seemed ok and since help was on the way I walked back to my truck and started to pull away. 

She stepped out of her car and waved at me to pull over as I passed. I then pulled in front of her car and hit my four ways again. I sat there a few seconds to see what was going on. She stood by her car till I got out. 

As I stood there I just called back to her, "Are you ok?"

She started to walk toward me and said, "Please help." 

It turned out she had not called for help, her cell was almost dead and she did not have a car charger, and was scared when I pulled up. I smiled and assured her that I understood and only wanted to help. I Introduced myself and told her I was on my home from work, I still had on my work uniform. I told her I would look at her car to see if we could do anything. She seemed to relax a bit then. I popped the hood to find her radiator had split. When she heard that she went into a panic. I asked if she had towing on her insurance. She thought for a moment and nodded yes. At which point I handed her my phone to get towed. 

It took some doing with the Insurance Company and setting up the tow truck but we got it done. And they were close by so it would only take them twenty minutes to get there. Hell we were on the phone for thirty minutes just to set it up. I told her I would wait till the truck got there before I left and she could ride with him to the destination. While waiting she seems at ease with me, we chatted about what we did for work and things in general. We found out we were close in age (I was six years older) and we both had professional jobs, and were single.

When the truck arrived I told her I would go, she touched my arm and asked, 

"Please, will you wait?" 

I nodded yes and she walked off to the driver. After speaking with him she came back to me and asked,

"Will you take me home?"

She explained that she is having the car towed to a shop so they could fix it first thing in the morning. 

I said, "The driver can drop you off at home after he drops the car." 

She looked at me and just said, "Please."

It was late and I was too tired. "Ok, I'll drop you off." I said.

When she got into my truck she got really talkative, probably from nerves. Luck is having it we were not too far from where she lived. As I pulled up front she ask,

"How can I thank you?"

I said, "No thanks was needed, I was just glad to help."

She asked, "Do you have time for a beer?"

I said, "ok."

I parked my truck in the driveway and we went into the house. She led me to the kitchen turning on lights as we went. We both had a beer and talked a bit then I needed to go. I gave her my number and told her to call me and let me know if everything was ok. She walked me to the door and on the way out she gave me a warm hug and thanked me again.

I hoped you would call, but I did not expect it, after all it was just a good deed and I was happy with that. 

Two days later I got a call. It was Shari, she thanked me again for my help and being so nice to her, and she wanted to make it up to me. Again I tried to tell her no thanks were needed. But I could tell she was not going to take no for an answer. She told me she was going to take me to dinner! WELL! This took me by surprise but I agreed. I joked about who was driving. She laughed and said her car was fixed.

"Would you like to pick me up at my place at seven?" She asked. 

I said, "Yes, how should I dress?"

Shari said, " Relaxed!" 

Now it was my turn to be nervous. I wore a pair of khaki shorts, a printed tee shirt and a pair of sandals. I arrived on time and knocked on her door. It seemed to be a long time before she opened the door. 

As she opened the door my eyes grew wider, taking in the view. It was her smile that caught me first, then her red hair in the sun. My eyes worked downward taking in the view. I saw her in a long floral cotton skirt and bikini top. And it showed just how large her tits were, 36D I guessed, and her mid-drift was showing, which was trim and fit, and to top it off, a navel ring. The look on my face gave it away. 

She asked, "Do you like?" 

What's not to like?" I said. 

As I just stood there gaping, she took my hand and pulled me inside. She led me to the kitchen and poured us both a margarita. I was not sure but I think she may have had a few before I arrived. We drank our margaritas and chatted about her car and just daily stuff, till she asked if I wanted to see the rest of her place. I nodded and she refilled our glasses then led me away. I was beginning to think she was drunk, nervous or crazy. She seemed to skip and bounce around the rooms as we walked though, which I loved, as it caused her tits to bounce also. We made our way back to the kitchen where she finished the pitcher off in out glasses then lead me out back. 

It was a rather large back yard lush with plants and trees. That was when she turned to me and said' "This is where I spend a lot of my time, I sun bathe nude." 

I was shocked at how forward she was and she saw it in my eye that was when she kissed me. It was no quick peck on the cheek or lips kiss, this was the real thing. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer as we melted together. It was a long and sensual kiss making time stand still. When we broke, she looked into my eyes and said, "This is going to be a good night!" 

She downed the last of her drink and declared that it was time to go. She asked if I would load some stuff in my truck, I was not sure what she had in mind but I agreed. She had a large cooler and some carry all bags. I put them in the truck and we were off, to where I had no idea yet. 

We left her place and she navigated, but would not tell me where we were going. I think she had fun being in power, the big mystery. As we drove we chatted and just seemed to be so in tune with each other. It did not occur to me that we had driven for an hour or more, till my fuel low light came on. 

She laughed and asked, "Are you pulling the out of gas ploy on me." 

We both laughed and I found a satiation to refill at. As I was filling up, you stood by the side of the truck just grinning. 

I asked, "What's so funny!"

You said, "You still did not answer my question!" 

I told her, "Rather then pulling the out of gas ploy, I would have rather taken you in your back yard in your own private jungle."

You smiled, with a hint of blush. You said, "We are not far now from where we are going, and I think you will like it!" 

We drove about twenty more minutes and I knew we were headed to the coast for some time, but still had no idea what was up. She had me pull into a lot marked RESIDENCE ONLY and we parked. I saw houses around the area but no restaurant. I started to think I had gotten played. Shari saw the look on my face as she turned to me; she kissed me and said, "Trust me!" Kissing me again. 

We gathered the cooler and bags from the truck and carried them down a path toward the beach. As we got closer to the beach I could hear sounds of music and laughter over the sounds of the waves, then as we rounded the corner I could see the glow of a fire. It was a beach party. We walked in with our gear and found a spot. As we started to set up someone walked up and hugged Shari. They chatted for a few seconds then Shari introduced her to me. 

"Jill, this is Bryan, Bryan, Jill" Shari said. 

Jill stepped toward me with her arms open and hugged me as if she knew me forever. When we broke our hug Jill looked me over and said, "So I finally get to meet my girls rescuer!" 

I actually think I blushed, but they did not notice, so I thought. 

Jill started to grab our stuff and told us we had to set up on the other side. The other side of what I thought, the ocean on one side and a hill running up to the houses on the other with a fire in between. But we gathered our things and followed Jill to the other side. I was then I saw what she had meant, there was a small tent city set up at the bottom of a cliff away from the fire. 

Jill and Shari put our bags inside one of the tents that were already set up. It was a good-sized tent at that, I was puzzled more then ever now, just what had I gotten into? 

Jill came out and gave me a huge hug then kissed me, then said, "We are going to have fun!" Then walked away. I stood there not knowing what to think. Yes I enjoyed it, but was it a dream? 

I heard Shari call to me and I snapped out of it, I walked into the tent. I could see she was nervous before she even spoke. I walked closer to her, smiled and took her into my arms; we kissed, slow and deep. We both could feel the tension release and the passion rise. We did not need words at this point, we just let go allowing passion take over. 

Our hands began to caress each other, moving closer to more sensitive areas. We pulled at each other clothes, helping strip each other, we both wanted the same thing. We stood before each other naked and almost dove at each other! Our bodies pressed against each other feeling the heat between us, we rolled to the floor onto our blankets. Kisses, hands, fingers and more were everywhere, exploring each other fully. We were all over each other, 69, then me on top, and then you on top, the 69 again till we both exploded. You gulped me down and I was amazed at how you gushed, but I slurped it all down. 

We rolled off each other and after catching our breath we looked at each other and started laughing. We were both cover in each other's cream, you were scooping mine up from your face and licking it from your fingers and I was doing the same with yours. We cuddled and kissed tasting each other. We took a few minutes to settle down before we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. 

We made our way out of the tent and grabbed some beers from the cooler then made our way to the party. As we did Shari explained that she had told Jill about how I had helped her, and about me and how nice I was and she wanted to do something nice for me. So they planned to meet at the beach party, even though Shari did not know anyone but Jill, she thought it was a good plan. 

I think she felt a bit uncomfortable with it all by the look on her face. I took her hand and stopped turning her toward me, looking into her eyes 

I said: "Thank you!" 

Then I pulled you into my arms and kissed you. I could feel you relax in my arms. I moment passed then we pulled away.

I said with a smirk rubbing my belly: "But I am still hungry!" 

Shari laughed and said: Jill will take care of that!" Then she grabbed my hand and we ran toward the fire. There must have been thirty people there now. Jill spotted us and ran up, hugging and kissing Shari, and it was not a peck on the cheek. They kissed open mouth and for a good long time, I was getting hard just watching. 

When they broke Jill said: "you taste good sweetie!" Then looked at me while licking her lips.

Shari spoke up and said: "Bryan and I are hungry." Jill did not miss a beat, she just said: "Well come on then!"

Jill lead us to an area not far from the fire where there was a table set up with loads of food. Just behind it there were boilers going cooking fresh seafood. 

Jill asked: "Do you like seafood?" 

"Yes, very much!" I replied.  

"Well, we have all you can eat here! Help yourself to anything you want!" Jill said. 

We got plenty to eat and drink and began to relax. Everyone was so nice as if we knew him or her all our lives. And it seemed as though everyone knew who Shari and I were even though we had never met any of him or her before. 

It was not long till Jill showed up again bringing us both a drink. She grabbed our hands and pulled us along to where the music was playing and others were dancing. We joined in and began to dance together. Everyone was having a good time; we danced and drank all night long. I saw some people off to the side talking and looking at us, but did not think much about it until I saw one woman catch Jill's eye and wink at her. Jill grabbed Shari and whispered into her ear. As she backed away they both had a large smile on their faces. 

Jill turned to me and said, "I am going down to the water with some friend to play in the surf, and you two can come join us if you wish!" And with that she pressed her lips to mine and gave my mouth a great tongue lashing, so much so that I started to get hard. As Jill left she just smiled, then headed toward the beach. Shari grabbed my arm and we took a walk away from the music and crowd. We did not speak; we just walked and held hands enjoying the night, the moon and the surf. 

Finally Shari spoke, "I am very glad you came with me tonight, and I hope your having fun"! 

We had stopped walking; I turned her toward me, looked into her eyes then pulled her close. Our lips met, soft and moist, arms wrapping around each other. Pressing tighter our kiss became hotter, out tongues mingled wildly together till we both had to push back to catch our breath. 

I looked at Shari and said, "I am having a great time, thanks for inviting me!" 

We both started to laugh. 

Shari stopped laughing and with bright eyes and a big grin said, "Lets go for a swim!" 

Before I could say yes she was headed down the beach. She stopped just short of the water and turned to see me heading her way. In the moonlight I could see her removing her clothes. She was naked when I got to her, I reached out to caress her, but she turned and ran into the surf. I dropped my clothes and ran into the waves to join her. It was so exhilarating being in the ocean naked with a beautiful woman. We played and splashed for what seemed like an hour, kissing, hugging and enjoying each other's bodies. We were getting tired and walked up onto the beach hand in hand. 

Shari picked up our clothes and said, "Lets not get dressed yet, I just want to walk with you naked!" 

"Ok?" Was all I could say? We held hands and waked along the surf playing and splashing, holding hands and kissing, until I could hear sounds of others ahead of us. I told Shari, "We had better get dressed, don't you think?" She just smiled and said, "Lets see how close we can get!" She had an evil grin on her face. As we got closer I could see others from the party in the water splashing and playing, and they were naked also. I just stood there watching them, and then I saw Jill out there also. She looked hot in the moonlight with her tits bouncing. I did not even notice that Shari had taken out clothes up the beach and dropped them off. When she got back she said, "Come on, let's join them!" 

I did not even think about it, I just took Shari's hand and headed into the water with the others. It was exciting to me but yet no one else seemed to notice. They went on playing and splashing. The water was anywhere from waist deep to neck deep, it depended on the wave, and they were rather soft. Then Jill saw Shari, then caught my eye, she came to us. Jill laid a huge kiss on Shari and Shari responded, I could even see her grip Jill's tit while they kissed, I was getting hard again! Then Jill wadded towards me, her tits just out of the water. I could see she was well endowed and her nipples were hard. She walked right up in front of me and grabbed my hands, placing them on her tits! Then she kissed me and grabbed my cock under the water! It felt so good that I did not even flinch!

Shari swam up to us and we had a group hug, each kissing and groping each other, they had me hard as a rock. Jill left us and walked out of the water up to the beach, so I took the chance and pulled Shari to me, pressing my cock against her, holding her close. I did not even see Jill come back, but when I did I saw she had a bottle of rum in her hand. The three of us took a drink from the bottle, and then Jill and Shari both started telling me how nice it was to join them and help Shari when she needed it. And then they passed the bottle again. All the time the waves washed against us gently, caressing our bodies and making the girls tits bounce. Even though Shari and Jill had my attention I could see some of the others leaving the water and walking back toward the fire, still naked. 

Shari took my hand and led me up the beach with Jill close behind. She led me to an area away from the others and the fire where there was an outdoor shower. We turned the water on warm and washed the sand from our bodies, and it was not long till Jill joined us, and still had the bottle with her. As she passed it to us, we both helped wash her clean of the sand. The three of us were kissing and feeling each other all over, and they both took turns sucking my cock. We soon decided to head off to the tent.


I had seemed Jill had already been in there, not only had she put our close inside but also she had a cooler with more drinks and rum. We entered the tent, cleaning the sand from our feet as we did, plopped down among the blankets and pillows. There was a soft glow from the lantern, which filled the tent. The girls took a hit off the rum then handed it to me. They did not wait for me, they began kissing and groping each other, getting more and more into each other. I took a few hit off the rum and set it aside, I wanted to join them. By now they were in a 69 position. I did not know where to start, so I came up to their sides and caressed them both letting my hands explore their bodies. 

They rolled onto their sides, still in a 69 position I took advantage of this. Letting my hands move to both of their Asses I could pleasure them both. They were so wet I slipped a finger into both Shari's and Jill's tight little hole. They both let out a squeal and I knew they wanted more. I finger fucked their asses while they sucked and fingered each other's pussies. They were on the edge of cumming and I helped send them over. They both collapsed in a heap panting for air. I sat back and looked at the glow of from their faces and the girl goo as they licked their lips. 

I did not take them long till they caught me watching. They crawled toward me as I took a gulp of rum, circling as if stocking me. Coming up on either side of me they began to rub my legs and arms, across my chest and down to my cock. I was so hard by know I thought I would erupt, but they had other ideas. They each took turns sucking me till I was ready to pop, and then they would stop and grip me, stopping me from cumming. They knew I could not take much more, then Jill pushed me down onto my back, Shari got on top of me and slide my cock into her wet pussy. Jill slid up above my head facing Shari and lowered her pussy to my lips. Shari bounced on my cock slow and steady as Jill did my face. They rode me harder and faster till I filled Shari with my cum, and I could feel Jill's juice soak my face so much so I could not breath. 

They both climbed off and Jill came up to lick Shari's cream from my face and Shari went down on my cock cleaning all of Jill's and mine. After I had caught my breath the girls sat back and kissing cleaned each other up. 

As we settled down, while Jill got us all more drinks and we chilled and chatted for a while during which we touched and caressed each other. They were not done; they were just waiting for me to recover so we could go again. The fun did not stop till the sun came up and we were all spent. We fell asleep in each other's arms till later in the day. 




Roadside Assistance



Then the party started again.



Roadside Assistance



I was driving down I-95 when my engine started smoking. I pulled to the shoulder and popped the hood, even though I didn't know what to look for.

I looked for a minute, trying to figure out where the smoke was coming from, when a car pulled up behind me. Three men got out and introduced themselves as State Troopers. Off duty, they looked like they may be going golfing.

Two of them looked under the hood as the third took a phone call, stepping away from the car.

"They're about a half hour behind us." he said, closing his cell phone.

I turned to look at him, and he told me that the three of them were driving to Myrtle Beach to golf for a week, and three of their buddies were going also, they just got a later start and they were going to meet up and follow each other down to South Carolina.

"Do you have AAA?" one of them asked me. "You're going to need a tow."

I shook my head, "Nope, no AAA."

"We could take her to Mike's, it's the next exit," one said, referring to a garage. 

"We know the owner, we can get him to waive the tow fee," he said to me.

I agreed and got in the backseat of the car with the three troopers. They were around my age, probably 36 to 40. All in good shape, good looking guys, the two in the front seat had on wedding rings. As a single, 38-year-old woman, I always look for wedding rings, even if I'm not attracted to the men. But I was definitely attracted to all three of these men.

As we pulled back onto 95 South, I looked out the window, but could feel the trooper in the backseat looking at me. I turned and saw him looking me up and down, looking at my legs, up to my skirt. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I eyed him up and down, and noticed a bulge in his pants.

He saw that my eyes had focused on his cock. He leaned over and took my hand, placing it over the growing bulge in his pants. He pulled me closer and slid his right hand up my skirt, cupping my ass. I spread my legs and he slipped his left hand inside my panties.

"Um guys, change of plans."

"Why, what's up?"

"Instead of taking her to Mike's, let's drive a little further down that road, there's a Hampton Inn."

"Ma'am, do you want to be dropped off at a hotel?" the passenger asked, as he turned around. "Oh, wow. What do we have here?" he said, a smile coming across his face.

I was leaning back into the trooper's hand, my legs spread for him as he fingered me, licking and biting my bottom lip. I leaned over and started kissing his neck.

"I just want to show my appreciation," I said, coyly looking first at the trooper in the passenger seat, then at the one with his hands in my panties.

"Well if you must," the passenger said. 

The driver glanced into his rearview mirror and saw that I was moving over to sit on his friend's lap, straddling him and unbuttoning my blouse to feed my breasts to him.

"Are we only invited to watch you and Tony?" the driver asked, "or what's the plan?"

"Oh no, I want to thank all three of you for helping me out."

We pulled into the Hampton Inn parking lot. Tony and I remained in the backseat, fondling and making out, groping each other in anticipation while the driver, Chris, went in to the lobby to get a room. Joe, the passenger, went to CVS and loaded up on condoms and a razor.

Chris came outside, got on his cell and called Joe to tell him what room to go to, and told him to call the other car full of troopers to tell them that plans had changed.

"We're taking a little detour," he said.

"Because of that woman? Tony told us you guys stopped to help someone who's car died."

"Yeah her, she's fucking hot and horny and wants to take all three of us. We just got a room off exit 3."

"Come on, you're not serious?"

"Totally fucking serious, we're at the Hampton Inn, I just went to get rubbers and I'm heading up to the room now, we're in room 224, at the end of the second floor."

"We're on our way, leave the door unlocked."

When Joe got to the room I was on my knees, sucking off Tony and Chris. I would take each one in my mouth while fondling the other. As I saw Joe, I pulled both men together and wrapped my mouth around both of their cocks.

"Nice," Joe said. "Can you wrap your pussy around two cocks at the same time too?"

"First time for everything," I said, plunging my mouth down on Tony, keeping my eye on Joe. 

Tony was built pretty well, with a 7 inch cock, decent width. Chris was a little smaller, maybe 6 inches and thinner. I looked at Joe as he took two boxes of condoms and the razor out of the bag. 

I got up and went to him, kissing his mouth and sliding my hand into his pants. I pulled my hand out and smiled at him.

"You think you're going to like that?" he asked me, unzipping his pants. "It's seven inches and wicked thick."

He dropped his pants and I dropped to my knees, licking his cock while keeping eye contact and then taking him hungrily into my mouth. I fondled his balls and groaned as I took him as deep as I could into my mouth.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he said, holding the back of my head.

"Let's get her on the bed."

"I can't wait to eat that sweet pussy," Tony said. "Chris did you get the razor? Let's make this cunt nice and smooth."

I was trimmed, but not shaved and all three cops wanted a smooth, shaved pussy to eat so I told them they could shave me.

"No one touches me while he shaves me, got it? I don't need the distraction and I don't want to squirm and get cut down there."

They all agreed and I spread my legs for Tony. Chris filled the ice bucket with warm water, got a wash cloth and soap and Tony went to work. The warm water felt good and their eyes were all fixed on my pussy.

"There you go," Tony said has he finished shaving me. "Nice and smooth"

Tony moved the towels, razor and bucket off the bed, slid his hands under my ass and lifted my pussy to his mouth.

He tickled me with his tongue, separating my lips with his hands and licking the inside. 

"Delicious," he said.

He put his whole face in me and wriggled his tongue, and slid a finger in me. I writhed against him, holding his head and moving against his face. He pulled me in deeper and I began to moan.

I opened my mouth and eyed the two cocks at attention nearby. I called Joe over and encouraged him to feed me. He got on the bed and straddled me, smiling down at my face as he slid his seven inches into my mouth leaning forward to get it into my throat.  

"Do you like to get your mouth fucked? Or do you just want to suck me off?"

I didn't say anything, I smiled with my eyes and took him deeper and he knew what to do. He leaned forward a little more, held onto the headboard and started drilling his cock into my throat. Chris moved up to the head of the bed and watched Joe fuck my mouth.

"Can I cum in that pretty mouth honey? Can I fill your throat with my hot cum?"

I didn't pull away so he knew that he could, he thrust a few more times and let loose a jerking, long stream of cum into my mouth. He pulled out and shook the last few drops on my tits. Just then, Tony dug in deeper into my cunt, and I started grinding harder into him, fucking his face until I came all over him. And even then I wouldn't let go and kept grinding in small slow circles.

"This pussy is so fucking sweet," Tony said, licking his lips, "I gotta get in there. Turn over," he said to me.

I got on my knees and told Chris to lay down in front of me so I could suck his cock while Tony fucked me. He moved in front of me and I lowered my mouth to his cock, swirling my mouth around the head as Tony knelt behind me and slid his fingers back and forth on my pussy lips, slowly entering me. 

I moaned, wanting him to put them deeper but he wouldn't. I could feel his hardness against my ass, and it got me so hot that I plunged my mouth down on Chris, slowly coming back up. I was moving my hips in anticipation, hoping Tony would enter me soon. Just then, I felt his thick cock slide against me and I plunged down on Chris again, taking him deeper in my mouth. 

"What do we have here?"

I heard the unfamiliar voice and tried to turn my head, but Chris grabbed my hair.

"Just keep doing what you're doing honey, don't worry about them."

The other cops had arrived and were watching Tony pump his cock in me from behind while I sucked Chris' hard on. Joe sat in a chair to the side, watching, gently stroking his cock, resting for another round. 

"What are you doing over there, man?" One of the men said to Joe. "You already go?"

"Fuck yeah, just fucked that mouth of hers, it's fucking fantastic the way she let me do her."

The men starting cheering Tony on, telling him to fuck me harder. Chris was telling him that the harder he fucks me, the harder I suck his dick.

So Tony pumped harder, and I backed up my ass, fucking him in return. Tony moaned loudly, and slowed down, slowly backing out of me, the condom dripping with my juice.

"Go ahead, she's not done yet," he said to the new cops.

I took my mouth of of Chris for a minute, and looked at the three cops staring at me, rubbing their cocks through their pants. 

"I'm not sure I can take all three of you ..."

"That's ok, we like to watch," one of them said, pointing to his partner.

"I like to fuck," the third one said.

"So does she, man, so does she." 

"I want to see you first," I said to him, and slurped back down on Chris' cock. 

The new cop dropped his pants and knelt next to me on the bed, his cock fully erect. It was perfect, easily 9 or more inches, smooth, thick, cut and the most amazing cock I had ever seen. I was hungry just looking at it and sunk my mouth down on him, using one hand on Chris, the other to steady myself.

The new cop pulled me off of Chris and laid me back on the bed, he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and sunk his cock deep into me. I yelled a little, surprised at the width. Slowly he went in and out while his friends all stood around the bed watching this man fuck me gently, stroking their own cocks. 

I stared into his eyes the whole time, never losing that contact as he slowly pumped me, his pace beginning to quicken. 

He started to fuck me faster, his balls slapping against me as he thrust, his face filling with power and lust.

I screamed for him to fuck me harder, to fill me up ... and he did, he climaxed and pulled out, shooting his cum all over my belly. 

He collapsed on me briefly, and I fell asleep, exhausted and sated.

I awoke later to find myself alone, a note on the dresser.

"Mike will pick up your car and bring it here when it's fixed. No credit cards, but he takes other forms of payment."

I lay back on the bed, flushed from all the attention and thought about what my afternoon would hold. After all, I didn't know how many guys would be working on my car.



Roadside Assistance



It had been a very long week, and all I wanted was to get away for a few hours. After a quick shower, I put my hair in a bun, and throw on a wrap skirt and tank top. With no particular destination in mind, I head out. Feeling the stress slipping away with the breeze from the open windows, I let my hair down. The wind tugs it back, not an unpleasant sensation. With the sun on my face, and the vibration of the car, I find my hand wandering under the flap of my skirt. Slowly at first, just rubbing my clit, letting my fingers trail up & down, feeling my clit swell & start to throb . . . then the car starts to make an odd noise . . . what the hell, you have to be kidding. I roll it onto the shoulder, and shake my head.

I pop the hood & get out, looking around. With no planned destination, I have no idea where I am. Looking under the hood I chuckle, I have no real clue what I'm looking at. I'm leaning against the car, still chuckling at myself, when you pull up.

"Hey, do you need a hand?"

"I could always use a hand . . . I was out for a drive, when she just stopped running."

You walk over & look under the hood, then stick your head in the window, and check the dash. I can't help notice your broad shoulders, and your strong hands. You turn around smiling . . . "The next time you go for a drive, you might want to gas up first. I have a gas can back at the house, if you want to ride with me, we'll get you what you need."

I slide into the passenger seat of your Jeep. " I really appreciate this. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"You can finish what you were doing when you ran out of gas. Open your skirt."

My heart begins to race, and I can feel the moisture between my legs. I slide the flap of my skirt open, revealing that I have no panties on. "You are a naughty girl. I may have to punish you when we get back." A small sound escapes me, half whimper, half moan. You smile, and I know I have already given myself up.

You tell me to stay in the jeep when you get to your house. Grabbing the can out of the garage, you put it in the back, then come around to my side. You take my hand and help me out, then turn me around & bend me over the seat, sliding my skirt up. "You were naughty today, and I'm going to have to punish you." I jump slightly as your firm hand makes contact with my bare ass. Again, your hand makes contact, another spank. One more. "Are you going to be good now?" 

"Yes." I nod. My cheeks are hot and tingly, and sting slightly as I get back into the jeep. "Good, now we'll go get your car. You'll follow me back here, and I'll see if you can do what you're told." 

You put the gas in my car, and I follow you back. You take my hand as we enter the house, stopping in the living room. Sliding one hand up my arm and across my shoulder, I gasp as you pull my head back by my hair. With the other hand you untie my skirt, letting it fall, then drag your hand up between my legs. You explore me, then hold your fingers up "suck them." I lick and suck my juices off your fingers.

"Please..."

"Please what? You want more?" You thrust your fingers back in, faster, curling them slightly to find the g spot. I can barely breathe, barely stand. You release my hair to go down on one knee, grabbing my ass in your free hand. You work my g spot with one hand, my clit with your tongue. I thrust against you, moaning, I cant hold on any longer, my juices flowing freely, squirting over your hand and your chin. 

Almost too weak to stand, you push me to my knees. "Suck me, baby. That's it, nice and deep." Your hands in my hair again, you pull my face to you. "Put your hands behind you & let me fuck your face." I start to gag as your cock rams my throat. " You can do it, take it all the way in. that's it, what you really wanted." My eyes are tearing, but I can't stop. I don't want to. I moan with pleasure as I take you in. You thrust faster & faster, and I can feel you getting so close. You groan loudly as I feel your hot cum spray my mouth. You rub the head across my lips as some dribbles down my chin.

"Not bad for your first lesson...."



Roadside Assistance



I arrive at your flat at five o'clock sharp. I get out of the Town Car and come around to the rear door to greet you, but you breeze past me leaving me standing there, alone with the bags. Cell phone glued to your ear, you barely notice me as you climb in. I store your luggage in the boot and we drive off into the evening traffic. I glance over at the pickup order on my clipboard: Airport, International Terminal.

"No.....no.....NO!" you yell, to the unfortunate soul on the other end of the phone. The car winds through the tree-lined streets of this affluent neighborhood as I head for the expressway. "DAMMIT, you're just fucking useless, aren't you? We'll have to talk about your future with me when I return."

I feel a sharp *THUMP* against the back of my seat, and can only assume that it was your cellular phone, hurled away in disgust. Thank God it's a short drive, I think, eyes carefully avoiding the rearview, for fear of incurring some of your wrath.

"You there, what's your name? You're not my regular driver."

Shit, almost made it. I look at you in the mirror, "No ma'am, I'm Michael. Your regular driver was called away on a family emergency."

"Well, at least you're better looking than that old fossil....I think they kept sending me him because he was deaf; he didn't have to deal with me"

The car rolls on along the highway and then off onto the access road that skirts the Airport flight lines. "Michael, is it? Can you pull over in that clearing there? There seems to be something wrong with the Air Conditioning back here."

I pull the sedan over into a clearing designed for aviation enthusiasts to watch planes arrive and depart and walk around to the back door. As I open it, I am shocked to see you, leaning back in the corner of the seat, blouse unbuttoned to your waist and skirt hiked, showing your gauzy red lingerie.

"Just look at me, Michael. I'm roasting back here.....I need you to fix it for me."

Shit! Is this the same woman that got in my car twenty minutes ago? Is this really something that I would consider...? 

You lean forward quickly and grab me by my necktie, pulling me into the backseat, on top of you. "My idiot assistant booked me on the wrong flight and now I have two hours to kill before takeoff. You can think of a better way for me to spend that time than sitting in the airport lounge, can't you?"

Fuck it! Opportunities like this don't happen every day, I think, pulling you into my lap and kissing you long and hard. 

My hands run down your neck and across your shoulders, sliding your silk blouse off onto the seat behind you. I work my lips slowly down your neck and into the valley of your breasts.

I unfasten your strapless brassiere, and begin to nibble at your breasts. I slowly rub one nipple between my fingertips while I kiss the other. With my saliva still glistening on your areola, I blow lightly across your nipple and hear you groan softly as goose bumps form across your breast. Your nipple jumps erect and I can almost hear your heartbeat rise.

I raise you up and slide both hands up your thighs. Hooking both thumbs under your thong, I peel the flimsy cloth from your already moist pussy. Reaching around your legs, I pull you to me as I spread your pussy lips from behind. Your scent is almost intoxicating as I begin to trace the almost invisible line from your navel to the small patch of hair left around your slit. 

Raising your left leg over my shoulder, I get my first clear look at your pussy. Smooth and shimmering from your juices, I take your clit into my mouth as I press my fingers up into your waiting cunt. Your moans increase in volume and frequency as I continue to work your nub from both ends; my lips outside and my fingers inside. After only one more minute of this, your body spasms uncontrollably as your juices gush down your inner thighs and onto my chest.

When you gain control of your self again, you shove me back onto the other seat, your mouth hungrily sucking in my cock. You work quickly, alternately sucking and stroking the shaft. When my organ reaches the erection you desire, you straddle my hips, pinning me down.

Slowly, you lower yourself onto me: in, then out, deeper, then out, until you finally impale yourself fully on my cock. You gyrate, slowly at first, then with increasing abandon, slamming your gushing kitty down upon the length of my shaft. I feel it growing even more under this assault, larger than I had ever felt it. Gutturally you growl, "Deeper, Harder!"

I grasp your slim waist and pull you off me, turning you around. As you lean back into my chest, I guide your cunny back onto my cock. 

Feeling the head of my prick on your pussy, you slam back down onto my organ, deeper than before. You gasp as the tip of my member bumps against your womb, but persist in your onslaught against my groin. My ass is driven into the seat with your every ferocious thrust.

Your screams intensify, and I sense that you are nearing climax once more. Grabbing your hips, I begin to thrust in time with you; faster, grinding, animal thrusts. You scream in ecstasy just as my cock begins to explode. It pumps for what seems like hours, and then you collapse back onto my chest, both of us heaving from the sheer exertion. 

I kiss you tenderly, and get dressed. Returning to the driver's seat, through the rearview mirror I watch you reassemble the cold-hearted bitch that got into my car, one piece at a time. The car stops in front of the terminal with thirty minutes to spare. I help you out of the back door, but there is no trace of my lover left. I hand the bags to the skycap, and watch your graceful hips swish away from me and disappear into the crowd.



Roadside Assistance



It was one of those god-awful early springtime evenings where all you want to do is just boot the pedal to the metal, get yourself home and have a good old drink in order to forget about all the shit that you had to wade through during the day in order to pay the bills and keep the wolf from the door. 

Near freezing again despite it being mid March, the rain falling so damn hard that you could actually see it bouncing off the tarmac in little explosions as you drove gingerly through rush hour traffic, the windscreen wipers turning the blurry world into a not so blurry world every second or so, the sweep of the blades turned up to top speed so that the thud-thud-thud of the blades competed with the rattle of the torrential downpour against the metal roof of the car. I had to turn the stereo up just to hear it, and that's saying something when you're listening to ACDC's Razor's Edge.

It took all my concentration just to maintain my distance to the glowing tail lights of the car ahead – if you rear end somebody in these conditions then you could kiss goodbye to your no claims bonus and I really didn't need that worry on top of everything else right now. I had enough on my plate what with the pressures of work during yet another recession, an increasingly messy divorce, not to mention keeping myself financially afloat while juggling the upwardly spiralling expenses of daily life, family law lawyers and an eye-watering consent order that made me seriously wonder if I should have employed a more expensive solicitor after all. Well, I mused, when you do things on the cheap, you sure as hell end up paying the price over the longer term.

Much like the owner of the car pulled over to the side of the road with its hazards on, I noted. Poor bastard, stood beside it under an umbrella while the driving rain and stormy winds tried to turn it inside out. Then, as I got closer, my fatigue numbed brain registered a vague familiarity with the number plate on the silver Fiesta. The car came from the bottom of my own street, near the corner shop, I dimly realised.

My foot lifted off the throttle without me even consciously willing it to do so, and I cruised past, glancing to the side to see that the forlorn figure by the roadside was indeed the woman that lived in the old house two doors down from my mates Brian and Sian. I racked my brain for her name, but it wouldn't come. And then I was past, leaving her standing forlornly in the downpour as I made my way home to my nice warm house less than a hundred yards from where she lived.

Guilt. That's what hit me. Some people would have just laughed and carried on. Some would have swerved at the puddle forming in the gutter near where she stood, cruelly attempting to soak her even further. Most people just didn't bother giving her a second glance, such is society these days. As I drove on, putting more distance between myself and the stranded driver, getting closer and closer to my own home and the microwave oven and the fridge stocked with Carling, I noted that the guilt refused to subside and instead grew more and more insistent.

"Fuck." I spat, as Brian Johnson half growled, half screeched his way through the final bars of Thunderstruck. I shook my head at the coincidence then I indicated right into a cul-de-sac, three point turned my Zafira, and then rejoined the main road heading back toward work. I passed the woman again, still standing there in the rain, and went all the way around the roundabout half a mile further on before doubling back homeward once more, pulling my car in just ahead of the broken down Fiesta. 

See what I mean about buying cheap, only to have to spend more later on? Ford. Found on roadside Dead. A mechanic had once told me that as he laughed at my misfortune as he continued to quote me an outrageous estimate for a replacement clutch for a three year old Mondeo. Fixed or repaired daily. That's why I drove a Vauxhall.

Yeah, all right. Stop laughing. So far it has been a great little car. A little too big for me now that I'm single again, though.

I got out of the Zaffy, instantly regretting my decision as the rain immediately plastered my hair to my forehead and glued my shirt to my shoulders, I dragged my coat from the back seat and pulled it on as I hurried to the stranded driver's side.

"Avondale Street, right?" I asked as she eyed me up suspiciously, then her face changed. Maybe she recognised me. I was just a face to her, somebody who may have smiled at her or nodded to her while I walked my dog, or more likely she remembered me as some complete asshole who had leered drunkenly at her over Brian and Sian's garden fence when they was having one of their weekend barbecues. Which in these days of global warming was an almost annual occurrence down here in Cornwall.

"Yeah." She eventually said. "I know you. Black Labrador, right?"

"No." I said, grinning. "I'm just his owner. Lewis is at home wondering why dinner is late and chewing on the table leg by now I expect."

She blinked long and hard at that. Okaaayyyy. "Problem?" I asked. I was going to say "Lovely evening for a walk." But something told me she wasn't really in the mood for levity. In her sodden but sensible shoes I doubted I'd be up for much of a laugh, either.

She shrugged. "The AA are on their way. Should be here in five minutes."

"No point in me having a look, then." I frowned. Thank fuck, I didn't say out loud. What I knew about cars could fill a post-it note. On one side. And there'd be room for doodles. "What happened?"

Another nonchalant shrug. "Bloody thing started to make crunching noises, then it wouldn't go into gear. Now I just get a grinding noise when I try to change up or down."

Now that sounded expensive. I winced, the best expression of sympathy I could muster. "Look, it's pissing down here. Come and wait in my car until the AA arrive."

"I though we weren't supposed to stay in the car just in case another vehicle hit it?"

"That's why I'm a good thirty feet in front. If something hits the back of your car, we'll be fine in mine." I explained.

Her hesitation lasted a split second, and while we were walking back to my car I felt another emotion – regret. The woman was going to get my passenger seat soaking wet.

"Jesus Christ, of all the fucking days for this to happen." She whined as she put down her umbrella and slid into my car. I'd heard women swear before – plenty of times. These days all teenage girls do is communicate by swearing and text messages, usually mixing the two together, but coming from her it was a bit of a shock. If you're of my generation then you might remember listening to squeaky clean, chaste and lovely Whitney Houston (rest in peace) using the word 'fuck' in the movie 'The Bodyguard' and felt shock that such a vulgar word could come from such a mouse like celebrity. This was just such a moment.

Women in their mid thirties are supposed to be a little more adult about the use of such an adjective, or so I assumed. Okay, some women you learn to expect it, like the ones with a fag in hand and a pint of cider in front of them down the bottom club on a Saturday night, or the fat cows pushing prams around Primark in professional chav shoplifting gangs, but not this smartly dressed, bespectacled, professional looking lady. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a dirty word now and then, but I prefer it kept between the sheets, personally.

"How long have you been waiting?" I asked.

"Half an hour," She said, glancing at a dainty gold watch on her wrist. "The AA man said he'd be here by now."

"Things tend to drag on days like this. Traffic's heavier at this time of day, people drive slower because of the weather, accidents snarl up the roads because some idiots don't drive slower because of the weather and screw rush hour up for the rest of us. He'll be here soon enough."

"I hope they can fix it. I need that car tomorrow."

Don't hold your breath, honey, I managed to choke back, giving her a sympathetic smile instead. Crunching, grinding noises and a locked up gearbox? Dream on. Even someone with my miniscule mechanical knowledge could work out that the odds of that car getting back on the road for tomorrow weren't very promising. I'd get better odds gambling on Lewis Hamilton for the 2012 Formula One title. And that's a pretty dumb thing to be putting your money on with Jenson Button on top form.

"Thanks, by the way." She said, breaking the silence. I'm not one of life's great conversationalists. I'm quick with a quip, but keeping a discussion going isn't one of my strengths. I find it really hard work thinking of the next thing to say. My ex-wife used to say I had a minimalist approach to human interaction and she was probably right. I guess that comes from being a bit of a solitary guy, working on my own, living by myself for years before marrying, and now back by myself after failing at the marriage lark because I was much happier living by myself. Probably because we ran out of things to say halfway through the damn honeymoon. How women can sit there and talk for hours on end totally baffles me. "No problem." I eventually managed to mumble. "I drove past you once." I continued, impressing myself with my repartee. "I recognised your car first, then you as I slowed down, so I turned around and came back."

"it's a silver Fiesta." She said, surprised. "There's like a billion of them."

"The number plate." I explained. "I pass it every morning on my way out."

"Ah."

"I have this game I play by myself to keep my brain from falling asleep while I drive." I said, trying to fill the silence. "I make up acronyms from the three letter sequence. My company is big on acronyms." 

"So what does mine mean? SHB?"

Oh fuck. This was embarrassing. I could feel myself reddening as she turned to look at me. I made a show of glancing into the rear view mirror, willing the AA repair man to arrive. They called themselves the fourth emergency service, and I sure as hell needed them right fucking now to pull me out of the hole that I had just dug for myself. Beam me up Scotty, dammit!"

I smiled weakly. "Ah, it's silly."

"Even better." She laughed. It was a nice laugh, too. I racked my brains trying to think oif something to say. I couldn't tell her that the three letters meant Sexy Hot Babe. That would totally kill the mood, send her shooting out the door and running for the hills. I shook my head from side to side and screwed up my features as I desperately stalled for time, my brain working feverishly with the letters scrabbling around between my reddening ears.

"Oh come on. I could do with a laugh after today." She pressed.

"Schwarzenegger has biceps." I finally blurted. Oh God, ground open up and swallow me down now. That was so lame. I knew it. From her face, I could tell, so did she.

Before she could say anything I saw the flashing amber strobe lights pulling up behind her care. Ten seconds too fucking late, I raged. "They're here." I told her and we both bailed out of my car and into the raging storm.

Twenty minutes later we were both back in my car, somewhat worse for wear, and she was not very happy about that. No way was her car going to be on the road for a good while, the AA man had shrugged apologetically. Could be the clutch, could be the gearbox, could be both. Maybe even the flywheel, he'd said. It would have to be trucked to a garage, he told her. And he could do that right now before the garages closed for the night, or he could take her to her destination and leave the car there for her to sort out the recovery. But he couldn't do both. Not at her level of cover, he explained. Sorry and all that.

I thought that was a bit off, personally. I thought they could take you to the nearest garage, then take you home, but maybe things have changed. He wasn't actually an AA man. As the AA were too busy with a surge of breakdowns they had called in a local recovery service to meet their response targets, Maybe these freelancers operated to slightly different rules, but whatever the reason behind the confusion she ultimately ended up back in my car, steam rising from her clothing, not to mention coming out her ears.

"I'm Jim, by the way." I said as I pulled off into the stream of traffic, leaving the AA wannabe to load her Fiesta up onto the flatbed of his truck.

"Jo," She replied distractedly. I remembered that she said she really needed the car for the next day and decided to shut my gob, leaving her trying to figure out how she was going to work around that. Maybe she was panicking about the cost of a gearbox. A refurbished one could cost near half a grande. I drove on in silence. Well, aside from the hammering of rain on the roof and the dull thud of the windscreen wipers. The ACDC CD remained muted. She didn't look like a rock chick. "Goodbye & Good Riddance to Bad Luck" didn't seem quite appropriate at that time, either.

I glanced her way occasionally as I drove. There was a reason why I had given her car the monicker 'Sexy Hot Bitch' for the SHB in her registration plate. She was a nicely built specimen of womanhood. Mid thirties, short brown hair with a hint of artificial red tinge, long narrow glasses that she made look incredibly sexy the way some women do with spectacles. Not skinny, but not fat, either. Full figured, I guess you could call it, with a nice set of curves hidden beneath her wet clothes, and I'm talking bust and hips there.

A sensuous mouth and deep green eyes highlighted her face, and her pale complexion seemed to flouresce the muted red gloss on her lips. She reminded me a little of Kate Bush in her Red Shoes phase.

All too soon the drive was over, having passed by in almost total silence, and I pulled up outside Brian's house. She looked up suddenly from her mobile phone where she had been busily composing a text message, surprised to find herself home already, and hurriedly gathered together the things she had retrieved from her car before the pretend AA man could tow it away.

"Thanks." She said with a half smile as she got out of the car and braved the ten yard dash to her front door.

"No prob..." The slam of the car door as she closed it behind her cut off the rest of my response. Ah well.

I drove up the hill, parked across the road from my house because one of next door's three DSS financed death trap bangers was parked right outside my front door, and glanced at the damp passenger seat. Idly, I put my hand on the fabric to test how wet it was, and felt a comfortable warmth through my fingers from where Jo's ass had warmed up the seat.

Strangely, for no conscious reason that I could think of, I allowed my hand to linger there a while, until the temperature stabilised. Then I headed in and poured myself a drink.

Schwarzenegger has biceps? Doh! I slapped my forehead as I tossed my car keys onto the dining table and made a bee line for the mini bar – which the less alcoholically indulged amongst you might instead call a refrigerator – pausing only to ruffle Lewis' fur while he wagged his tail expecting walkies. He could forget that tonight. 

Sexy Hot Bitch

Super Hot Babe

Stunning Horny Bint

Sucking Her Boobs

Scrumptious Heavy Breasts

Stretching her bra.

Stripping her bare.

Jesus, they were coming thick and fast now, like my semen when I had fantasized about Jo last summer, I recalled, but I still couldn't fucking use them, I laughed out loud as the ring pull on the can succumbed with a short, loud hiss. I didn't bother with a glass, just necked the top third of the can down without breathing, then slammed it down on the kitchen worktop and opened a can of Chum for Hamilton.

Spanking her butt.

I rolled my eyes, feeling myself beginning to stiffen at the mental imagery my wordplay was creating.

Stroking her body.

Screwing her box

My prick was getting harder and fucking harder. I distracted myself by rummaging around the freezer, then slammed a TV dinner into the microwave, taking a long pull from the can that drained it down to halfway while the turntable turned and the magnetron fan roared.

Shagging her behind.

Slamming hard buttfuck

For fuck sake stop it! I commanded myself, then flicked on the telly to catch what was left of the news while waiting for dinner to ping. I settled down for the night, eventually running out of SHB acronyms when I got to shaving her bush. Emmerdale was endured. Corrie was switched off. An old film, Maximum Overdrive, came on one of the Sky channels around 9 o'clock, and as I was settling in to enjoy the deaths of dozens of Americans on a malfunctioning highway drawbridge the doorbell rang and Lewis jumped up from under the dinner table and padded out into the hallway.

Outside stood Jo, umbrella held aloft. I blinked in surprise. Lewis sat on his haunches, not wanting to venture outside tonight, his tail sweeping the laminate hallway flooring enthusiastically as he looked up at her, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and panting.

I knew just how he felt.

"You must really like standing out in the rain." I smiled. "Come on in, quickly." I told her.

Jo closed down her umbrella, shook it wildly to shake off the worst of the rain, then padded in, leaning over a very excited Lewis who, I suspected, might be leaking pee onto the floor as she proceeded to stroke him vigorously.

Boy, I knew just how he felt.

"I just thought I'd better say thank you properly for what you did today." Jo said as Lewis weaved in and out of her jeans clad legs. "I was a bit distracted when I got out of the car. It's been playing on my mind."

"That's all right. I'd be exactly the same I expect." I nodded. "Drink?"

"Well......"

"It's not like you have to drive home, is it?" I pointed out, not sure if that would actually be funny or not from her perspective. I really am a social ignoramus. That's a direct quote from my bitch of an ex-wife, incidentally. Fortunately Jo smiled and gave a little polite laugh.

"Oh, don't get me started on bloody cars." She warned me. "I've had a right shit of a night."

Women and swearing again. They really should keep it confined to the bedroom. "Any news?"

"On my car? No." She frowned. "Haven't heard a thing. I've been trying to beg and borrow a car for tomorrow, but I've been hitting brick walls all night. I may have to turn to crime and steal one the way things are going. I can't get a hire car in time, and they are way too expensive anyway. Taxi fares will cost more for a day than I bloody earn!" She complained.

"Bus?"

"Yep. I could probably manage by bus after tomorrow, but that's going to mean I'm up earlier and home later because I have to change halfway and then there's another half mile walk through God only knows what weather to the office. And I can't do that tomorrow. What a bloody nightmare."

"White, red, lager or vodka?" I asked.

"Fuck it, I'll have a vodka. I could do with a stiff one after the day I've had." I almost choked when I heard her say that, but my mind is quite often in the gutter. "Any coke?" She enquired hopefully.

"Coming right up." I smiled. "Take a seat. Hamilton, behave." I admonished him before he could start shagging Jo's leg.

I knew just how he felt. I'd definitely give her a stiff one any day.

"I thought you called him Lewis?" Jo piped up.

"When he's good he's Lewis, when he's getting told off I call him Hamilton. He knows the difference. "

She still didn't seem to get it.

"He's black and when he was a puppy he was so bloody fast I could never catch him while I was trying to house train him." I explained. "So I named him after my favourite Formula One driver."

"Ah." She said, laughing. "I thought it was an Inspector Morse and his sidekick sort of thing."

"I'm not that much into television." I confessed, handing her a large vodka and coke. She took a long sip and gave me a thumbs up.




Roadside Assistance



"So what's up with tomorrow?" I asked. I got the feeling that I was being set up here, as if she knew she couldn't get another car but just happened to know a kindly soul with a streak of good Samaritan in him who lived just up the road. Surely she had friends or family she could cadge a ride from? Yeah, I know I'm a sucker for a hard luck story and a pretty face but I didn't think it was that obvious.

"Everything." She said, throwing her hands up in the air and rolling her eyes. "Work first, and I have clients coming in at nine for a presentation so I have to be there early to get everything ready, then I've arranged to finish after lunch so that I can take my sister to hospital because she doesn't drive, then after I drop her off back home I've got a friend's birthday bash in town. It's like the perfect storm of stuff you need a car for when you don't have one."

"Yep." I nodded, taking a sip from my can. She did need a hire car, but now we were out of hours, and she wouldn't be able to get one early enough in the morning to meet her work commitments. And a taxi running her to work, then running her around to hospital and back to her sisters and then back here would cost crazy money. Jo did have a bit of a problem.

"Nobody you could borrow a car from?" I asked.

"My mum and dad are in Turkey on holiday, my friends that have cars need them and can't take the time off to help me with my sister, and the ones that don't work don't have cars available for them tomorrow. I guess I'm just going to have to get my sister to deferr her hospital appointment."

"No need for that." I said, before my brain could catch up with what my hormones were telling my mouth to say. "I'll help out if you like?"

She looked genuinely taken aback. Maybe I had been harsh to judge her as flirting with me to sucker me into being her chauffeur for the day. Maybe not. It was still early doors and I'm not the best at reading deception or manipulation, especially where women are concerned. My ex-wife and her divorce lawyer could testify to that, laughing behind their hands no doubt. Some women are experts at it. Maybe all women are.

"Really." I said, the words coming out of my mouth while my brain was screaming 'what the fuck are you doing?' to my voice box. Her lips were parted and I could see the brilliant whiteness of her teeth.

SHB my subconscious was repeating as my gaze fixated on her mouth.

Stonking hot bird

Sucking his balls.

Semen hurtling bellywards.

I blinked hard.

"Well....." She began again, and this time my dick began talking for me without even consulting my brain.

"I'll pull a sicky. I could do with the time off. It's been ages since I've had a day off. They won't mind. It's quiet right now, anyway."

Lewis cocked his head and looked at me oddly. How the fuck did he know we were really mental busy in work and the boss would go bananas if I phoned in sick tomorrow?

"That's...."

"Nothing," I interrupted her with a smile. "What time shall I pick you up?"

"About 7.15?"

"Okay." I agreed. I just hoped none of the other engineers saw me out on the road when I was supposed to be in bed sleeping off man-flu. Jo downed some more of her vodka and coke and then made her excuses to leave. Lewis and I saw her to the door. She struggled to pop her umbrella up then stepped out into the wet, windy night.

"Well, thank you again." She said as she turned to face us.

"Pleasure." I said, meaning it.

"See you in the morning, then."

"It's a date." I said without thinking. Jo's eyebrows raised slightly behind her glasses, not much but enough that I noticed it, then she smiled and headed off down the street without another word, rolling her eyes no doubt. I closed the door, then stood there staring at the white plastic.

"It's a date?" I asked myself disbelievingly. "Stupid hapless bonehead!"

"Woof" Agreed Lewis. I felt sure that the hound was mocking me.

The next day passed uncomfortably. I took Joanne to work, complimenting her on her appearance and wishing her luck with her presentation, then later on in the day I ferryed her and her sister back and fore to hospital. Her sister was quite tasty, too, but skinnier and a little older, I thought. A bit like Kate Bush in her Aerials phase. They shared a look as they travelled in the back seat behind me that I caught in the rear view mirror. It looked like Sue was asking Jo if we were an item, only for Jo to shake her head, look absolutely mortified and then go a little red. That killed off my aspirations of getting Jo in the sack completely.

Some women are best off as friends. I'm no great catch, I understand that, and have learned to avoid relationships with really attractive women because, simply put, I know that they can do much better and so do they. Joanne was just that type of woman. Sometimes you have to let these friendships roll along at their own momentum and see where they lead. If they end up in the bedroom, then so much the better, but forcing the issue early on runs a high chance of breaking the friendship and getting nowhere, so after witnessing that look on Joanne's face I decided to put any romantic aspirations on the back burner for all time, if need be, and just concentrate on being a friend because the more friends you have, the more options are available to you when you need to lean on somebody. One day the roles might be reversed, and if you have no friends because you drove them away by trying to get in their knickers then you have nobody to ask a favour of.

For the week and a half that her car was off the road I ferried her to work in the mornings, while a colleague brought her back home in the evenings as my finishing times were variable – if there was no work I got home early, and if we were busy then I was quite often out until late. On the two weekends I didn't see her at all, which was quite a disappointment truth be told. Hamilton, however, got more walkies than an ageing dog would like as I took him down the street, past Jo's house, and down to the river more often than was normal. In all kinds of weather.

I had gotten quite comfortable with Jo's company in the mornings. She brought me out of my hermit like existence and we had some very comfortable conversations. Normally I'm trying to wisecrack my way through those things, trying to make myself look clever and witty, but I slipped effortlessly into listen and respond mode with Jo. Perhaps because I knew there was no chance of getting my leg over. I'd stopped seeing her as a potential conquest and as such she didn't intimidate me emotionally. Good looking women tend to make me feel inferior. I wasn't on edge around her, second guessing my every word and action in some misguided attempt at seduction. The look that she had given her sister had totally killed any such aspirations. 

Then, on the Monday at the beginning of her third week without a car I got a text from her telling me that the garage said her car was ready to be collected and that she wouldn't need a ride to work the next day. I felt like I'd been dumped by SMS. Well, not quite but I'm sure you know what I mean. I knew there would be an emptiness in my days, now that I wouldn't have a lovely young lady accompanying me halfway to work from now on, that I'd have nothing to warm my hand on when her ass vacated the passenger seat outside her office. I stared at the text for a while, then, frowning, flipped the phone shut and went back to work.

When I got home that night I saw her car parked outside her house as I drove past. SHB. Stop hassling beauties. I parked up, kicked the door shut behind me, allowed Lewis to lick my hand, then headed to the fridge for a consoling Carling. Before I got back to the living room the doorbell was ringing.

I answered the door to find Joanne there in baggy jeans and a thick sweater. "Hi. Car all right?" I asked.

"Fine." She smiled. "I just popped up to say thank you for the last couple of weeks. Really. I appreciate everything you've done for me."

"No problem." I smiled. "Would you like to come in."

"No, no." She said hastily, which I'd suspected she'd do. "I thought of buying you a bottle of wine as a thank you but that doesn't really cut it for me."

"No need." I smiled. "I actually enjoyed ferrying you around."

"So did I." She said. "So how about I cook you dinner tonight? If you've got nothing planned, of course." She added quickly.

Me? Having plans? Ha! "Well, if you're sure." I replied. At the very least it gave me a night off from cooking.

"Nothing fancy, mind." She added quickly. 

"What time?"

"Eight?"

"I'll be there. Shall I fetch white or red?"

"Red." She smiled.

"Okay. See you at eight." I said.

"It's a date." She winked at me.

Some women can be such heartless cockteasers.



Dinner was, as Jo had promised, nothing special. Spicy curried soup for starters, pilau rice and a microwave chicken jalfrezi with a selection of onion bahjis from the deli counter at Asda, and a trifle from the dairy section that I knew cost about £3 because I shop there myself and had bought one the last time I'd cooked for a date. Which, by my reckoning, was four months previously.

The company, however, was beyond exceptional. With half a bottle of wine inside her Joanne was completely at ease, and so was I. We traded stories of our pasts, discussed where we had gone wrong both career wise and with our romantic entanglements, took the piss out of each other until we were both red faced with laughter and generally fixed everything that was wrong with the United Kingdom in about two hours. My biggest regret was turning up in jeans and a t-shirt, expecting Joanne to have stayed in the clothes she'd been wearing when she'd invited me to dinner, only to find her wearing a really nice knee length black dress and heels, with a candle burning on the table and soft music playing in the background at a muted level on the stereo. Not quite the raucous noise that I preferred, but a mix of Suzanne Vega, Nerina Pallot ( yeah, I had to ask who she was, too) and All About Eve that was very pleasing upon the ears, regardless. Relaxing.

At the end of the evening, a pair of empty dessert dishes and a guttering tea lite candle between us, I was beginning to wish that the night wouldn't end.

"Coffee? Tea?" She asked.

I once had a girlfriend who use to add "Me?" to the end of that enquiry, I recalled as I waited for her to do likewise. Needless to say the third option was not presented by Joanne.

"Coffee." I said, eventually. She rose to clear away the dishes and I glanced about me, noting her reading material tossed on the welsh dresser to my right, The latest issue of Cosmopolitan – otherwise known as the fuck book of choice for discerning females - lay on the coffee table, along with the Radio Times and an Oliver Stark novel. I picked up the book, reading the back cover synopsis about an American serial killer, then lay it back down on the dresser and studied the features advertised on the cover of this months Cosmo.

Bad Girl Sex – 75 ideas for nights when you want to be just a little naughtier.

Am I Normal Down There? – Very private sex questions only we would tackle.

The surprising touch that whips a guy on date #1

A Cougar Stole My Man.

At least men's magazines are honest about it. This was little more than soft porn in disguise. I guess that makes it easier for women to pick up this stuff in a newsagent without embarrassment. Just another example that shows how women are more like men these days than they care to admit.

I wonder if she masturbated to internet porn like most men do nowadays, thinking about how I whiled away many of my boring evenings.

Soon enough Joanne came back with the coffee and we sat opposite each other at the dining table. I was reminded of the song by Hazel O'Connor called Will You which starts with a guy drinking his coffee while she sips at her tea, both of them playing it cool and thinking that what will be will be, if I remembered the words correctly. I made a note to download it for my seduction cd.

Don't ask. It's something I threw together when I got back into the dating game after the divorce, some music to play in the car while driving a date home, a sort of subliminal brainwashing to get my date in the mood for taking things a little further than just a peck on the cheek to say goodnight at the front door.

INXS's Taste It was on there. Prince's Take Me With You, Kate Bush's Feel It, Foreigner's Urgent, Garbage's Hammering In My Head, Stay With Me Til Dawn from Judie Tzuke, Kiki Dee's Amoureuse - nothing overtly sexual, just stuff that gets me in the mood, that I figured might also work on women. Not that it ever did, mind. That Hazel O'Connor track would probably work a treat, though, I figured.

"Dinner was lovely." I said finally as she tidied away the cups and saucers, blew out the candle and cleared the table. The evening, it seemed, was drawing to its inevitable close. "Thank you."

"No. Thank you for all your help." She smiled back at me. "I struggled to think of some way to show you how much I appreciate what you've done – a bottle of wine, some HMV, WHSmith or NEXT vouchers, I even considered getting you a bunch of flowers, but in the end I figured I'd give you something we both wanted. It was my sister's idea, actually."

"No complaints, here." I said, misunderstanding where the conversation was going. "The Jalfrezi was top notch. That's all the thanks I'll need."

"So," She continued, as if I hadn't even spoken, "I've got something to give you under the table, and no peeking!" She told me as she ducked down and disappeared beneath the table cloth. I figured she'd stashed a Lynx gift box or something under there. Maybe I should have bought a new air freshener for the car, I frowned.

"You shouldn't have..." I began, then I felt a hand at the crotch of my jeans searching for my zipper. I held my breath as she worked at the zip, at the button, then her hand slipped inside and began to massage my rapidly hardening bulge through my boxer shorts.

"Jo," I began, but then the words died in my throat as her hand curled around my cock and drew it out through the opening that she had made in the fly of my jeans. I swallowed dryly as her massage took on a more sexual purpose, her fingers closing around the hardening shaft, easing the foreskin back to expose the swelling glans.

In moments my hard cock was sticking up like a flag pole before her face. I could feel her warm breath playing across the sensitive head, but I couldn't see a thing because of the tablecloth bunched up in my lap. Her sharp fingernails grazed the length of my rod, clawing lightly at my balls on the down stroke, then I felt a wave of liquid heat envelope my cock head as she puckered her lips and planted a warm, wet kiss on the taut, shiny glans. Her tongue flicked out and circled around the fat knob, making my cock jerk spasmodically. I couldn't help myself and lifted up the table cloth to see Jo in action.

She looked up to find me staring down at her with wide eyes as she licked around the head of my rock hard penis. "What are you looking at?" She murmured seductively, her hands closing into a fist around my dick and squeezing firmly. "I said no peeking!" She stroked me slowly, her hands milking the full length of my hard cock as she waited for an answer that never came. Her eyes bored into mine and her tongue flicked out to lick along her upper lip as her other hand tugged my jeans further down my legs.

Her tongue flicked out again, lashing at my swollen glans, then she lowered her mouth down onto the bulbous head of my prick, sucking lightly upon it, trying to force her tongue into the tiny slit of the corona. I moaned with pleasure, and my hands were making a total mess of her hair beneath the table as I encouraged her to go further down on me, to eat my meat, to fill her mouth with my manhood.

"Watch this Jim," she whispered to me as she went all the way down on me, deep throating my cock until all that was visible was a tangle of pubic hair mashed hard against her lips. She gagged as it filled her throat and then retreated, choking back a cough before repeating the action until she had trained herself to suppress the gag reflex. My fingers clutched her hair tightly as she facefucked my cock, kneading the balls on the down stroke, milking the shaft with a firm two handed grip on the upstroke.

"Are you still watching?" She asked, taking a breather and raising her eyes to find me still staring down at her. I nodded, swallowing, somehow lacking the strength to say anything in response.

Joanne took me deep into her mouth again and timed her energetic cocksucking to the encouragement of my hands. A little light pressure on the back of her head prompted her to bury my dick inside her face, and conversely a hint of a tug on her hair triggered an abrupt withdrawal, but I had to be careful not to bash her head against the underside of the dining table. I was now in control, and under my guidance the face fuck increased in tempo until Joanne was going down on me just as fast as she was capable of, then when she could take it no more she wrenched her head away to gasp in some air and to allow a gout of trapped saliva to spill out over my thick shaft and run down into my bush.

She wrapped her fist tightly around the root of my cock, holding it firmly in place, then she began to lick up and down the throbbing shaft, sucking up the saliva, pausing after a while to tease my swollen balls with her tongue, occasionally sucking one of my dangling testicles whole into her mouth. Her tongue worked hungrily over my stretched ball sac, lapping expertly at the region between my testes and my anus. She sucked on both of my wetly glistening balls one at a time, then managed to open her jaws wide enough to take the whole of my sac inside her mouth and chewed on them both together. I cried out with raw pleasure, precum fluid oozing from the tip of my cock as I struggled to hold myself back, then Karen worked her way back to the glistening, slickened head by planting wet, noisy kisses against the underside of my rigid shaft as she moved upward. 

She resumed jacking me off with her left hand while her right delved between her own thighs and diddled her clit impatiently through her knickers. Her tongue traced back up the entire length of my cock, flicking at the sensitive skin that connected glans to shaft at the end of each sweep, driving me wild with her ministrations. She could taste the salt of my precum as a bubble of the clear liquid cascaded down the veined ridges of my dick.

Joanne opened her mouth and slid her greasy crimson lips over my big cock head, the manly odour of my leaking penis strong in her nostrils as the salty, musky taste of my leaked fluids flooded her taste buds. Once again she closed her fingers around the thick base of my prick, this time sliding her mouth all the way down the twitching shaft to meet her fist. I moaned in ecstasy, the grip of my fingers in her hair tightening involuntarily as the tip of my cock nudged against the back of her throat.

She drew back her head against the insistent pressure that I was applying, her lips smacking wetly as the engorged cock head slipped out of her mouth. "You like that?" She murmured seductively, licking around the base of my glans and slowly pulling on my cock with her one handed grip, the other hand still lazily working at the damp heat between her own thighs.

"Fucking Hell yes!" I said, almost a sob.

"This is nothing." She told me. "I haven't even started yet." Jo sucked me deep into her mouth again and gently scraped her teeth against my thick shaft. She began bobbing her head more rapidly. Her hand pumped my cock into her softly sucking mouth, taking more and more of it down her throat with every plunge. The room was filled with my moans and the lewd, liquid slurping of her enthusiastic fellatio, my cock as hard as a rod of steel as I fucked it between her warm, wet, noisy lips to the background soundtrack of Katie Melua singing something I'd never heard before and probably wouldn't recognise if I heard it again.




Roadside Assistance



Her tongue swirled around and around the trapped cock-head. Her hands alternately squeezed, kneaded and caressed my full, swollen testes. I bucked reflexively beneath her, sometimes struggling to get away from her mouth, so intense was the suction that she was applying, and sometimes jerking my hips up to impatiently bury more of my meat in her throat.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned around my cock, her hand releasing the shaft, and she reached around my hips and grabbed two handfuls of my ass, pulling me almost under the table with her, forcing my cock even deeper into her mouth, drools of juicy saliva spilling from the corners as my fat knob battered against the back of her throat.

"Oh Jesus!" I groaned, grabbing fistfuls of her black hair and pumping my member in and out of her hungry mouth. She gagged on it momentarily before resuming control, nostrils flaring as she breathed, the hard, firm, thrusting jabs of the saliva slickened cock between her stretched, encircling lips increasing in pace as I lost myself in the bliss of the moment, one second my big cock hitting the back of her throat, the next ballooning her cheeks outward as I twitched and shivered under her expert assault. I think she could sense that this was not going to take much longer.

I rammed my prick into her mouth, almost knocking her head against the table, such was the violence of my out of control face fucking.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as she sucked harder, her tongue lapping at the underside of my thrusting penis inside her mouth, her teeth raking at the firm, taut flesh near the swinging balls that slapped against her chin with each inward lunge. More drool spilled out of her mouth, falling from her chin and splashing onto the floor. My cock was spasming inside her mouth, my balls were contracting, almost pulsing as I struggled to stop the dam from bursting.

Normally, when I know there's a chance – however remote – of getting my leg over, I prepare myself for just such an opportunity. Usually that means popping one of the little blue helpers that turn you from a red faced premature ejaculator if you haven't been laid for a while, to a virtual demigod between the sheets. I think it must be an age thing. Under forty you'll probably be fine, but over forty, like I was, you might find that a little insurance sometimes pays dividends when it comes to getting invited back for a return bout of energetic sheet rumpling.

The preparation is a two stage process. The night before the big date you have to carefully 'edge' using your favourite method of arousal – usually internet chat where I'm concerned. Edging, incidentally, is where you repeatedly take yourself to the brink of ejaculation and then back off which makes it much more intense when you do eventually need the Kleenex. Yeah, I know what you're thinking – that you'll most likely end up jerking off with some fat, nineteen stone hairy and sweat stinking trucker from Wisconsin pretending his name is Britney or Paula or something equally androgynous. You probably are, as most such chat site users are male, but the trick is to put this out of your mind, immerse yourself in the roleplay, and quickly disconnect after you've come before the transgendered arsehole who has just made a passable attempt at femininity lol's at you and tells you his name is actually Brian or Paul and you've just been cyber-raped. 

This means that your excess of stored semen has been flushed and your body is not so easily aroused next time around, the result of which is that you'll probably be able to last a while longer when you're in the company of a member of the opposite sex. The downside is that the sudden shock of ejaculation can leave you feeling drained and fatigued for a day or two, depending on your age, which means there's the potential for the horrors of going flaccid while on the job the next night. When you get to my age, which is 44 incidentally, and you still have a normal build, all your hair, and youthful features, your date might not be expecting it and get mightily pissed off with you going all soft on her.

Enter Viagra. 

I absolutely love the stuff. Forget first night performance anxiety. Forget the worries of blowing your load before your date is ready for it. Forget any sexual hangups you might have. After popping a bluey, wait an hour and then just throw yourself into the act. Don't worry about it not working, as worrying about it not working usually leads to it not working anyway, and just make sure you give the girl a damn good time. It's not unusual for me to able to keep it rock hard and banging away for over an hour with proper preparation, and while £7 a night (buy from a reputable supplier, folks!, cut a 100mg tab in half so you get 8 hits for £60) might sound expensive for a date, when you think about it it's an absolute fucking bargain. No pun intended. And even if you do finish too soon, you're ready to go again in next to no time. The trouble is, Viagra has specific requirements that you have to factor into your preparation.

First there's the wait of at least thirty minutes, perhaps longer, before the stuff kicks in, and then there's the relatively short duration that the stuff is active for. On the tin it says you can get 4-5 hours of fun on one tab, so you have to time your ingestion accordingly. If you're going out on a date at seven in the evening, and you're not expecting to get back to her place until near midnight, or even later if you're heading to a club, then you're cutting it fine. Make a visit to the loo about an hour before you expect to be heading home and then pop the pill. An additional benefit of this approach is that if the date is turning into a disaster then you can save the tab for the next time and leave it in your pocket.

Secondly, if you set aside the risk of sudden instantaneous death that the leaflet inside the box tells you might be a 'side-effect', there's the rather irritating fact that Viagra does not seem to work on a full stomach, or if you've been eating fatty foods. The reason for that is that the vitamin V sits on the food in your stomach, or floats on the greasy deposits, and does not get absorbed into the lining of your stomach and from there into your bloodstream. Another negative is that consuming alcohol inhibits its effects. So if your date is a dinner, or drinks, or both, then Viagra's not a great deal of use to you. If I'd had any inking that Jo would be slobbering all over my balls tonight then I wouldn't have taken Viagra anyway and instead gone for something a little more versatile.

That's where Cialis comes in. Cialis is a step up from Viagra in that Cialis lets you eat and drink (in moderation of course) and still get a raging hard on afterwards. Your erection is not quite as powerful as a Viagra enhanced one, so you don't tend to be able to hammer the nail home for quite so long before ejaculating, but its good enough to make your performance between the sheets significantly better than if you just trusted in nature. And it lasts for a day and a half which is great for weekends, so your second ride is even better than the first, your third time in the saddle is even better than the second, and so on until your heart eventually explodes from the non stop strain and you die with a great big smile on your face when your final ejaculation detonates your brain and your aorta simultaneously. While sudden instantaneous death isn't a side effect stated on the leaflet inside a box of Cialis, don't let that omission fool you as its easy to get carried away when you're in God mode between the sheets.

Levitra I haven't yet tried but fully intend to because it is reportedly less susceptible to stomach content and alcohol intake and also lasts for around 24 hours. Again the erection quality isn't quite up there in comparison with Viagra, so I have read, but I reckon it should be good enough to do the job for me as I take it for performance enhancement rather than for rigidity restoration, if you get my drift.

However, my problem today was that I had been completely unprepared for the mind blowing blowjob that Joanne was giving me. I had assumed since the day I had taken her and her sister to the hospital that she was not in the least bit interested in me physically. Maybe she wasn't and this was just a particularly unusual but certainly welcome method of repayment and I was merely worrying myself over nothing because she wouldn't be expecting me to shag her arse off afterwards anyway. This was just a blow and go. She feeds me dinner, I feed her a protein shake, then get shown the door. I win regardless. Twice, in fact.

As such I found that I couldn't hold myself back once the familiar sensations started to build in my loins. I tried doing what Frankie says and relaxing, but that didn't stem the tide at all. I tried clenching my PC muscle, but that just seemed to make things worse. In the end I just threw back my head, gritted my teeth, felt my toes curl up as the cum pump kicked in and let the tide sweep me away.

Joanne intensified her cock sucking, her cheeks hollowing with the power of the suction that she was torturing me with.

She tightened her fist around the thick root of my twitching prick and urgently began to stroke my thick, veiny shaft firmly, quickly tugging at the tautly wrapped skin in synchronisation with the suction of her lips and the frenzied thrusts of my hips.

"Oh shit!" I gasped, figuring that it was only fair that I give her advanced warning of what I was about to do so that she could act accordingly depending on her personal preferences. "I'm gonna cum!"

My cock stiffened even further in her mouth, the grip of my fingers in her hair undoubtedly painful, then I cried out as the first spurt of jism exploded out of the tip of my knob and splattered against the roof of her mouth. She stopped sucking and just held me there inside her mouth, her right hand frantically jacking off my cock to get every last drop of cum out of my rapidly draining balls. 

Thick ropes of greasy semen sprayed everywhere inside her mouth, each shot heralded with another guttural cry of ecstasy as it seared it's way up my shaft before it fountained into the dark, damp, welcoming cavern of her mouth where she swallowed it all down without making any noise at all.

I felt like I had ejaculated a river into Jo's suckling mouth.

I slumped back in the chair as she separated her mouth from my cock with a final tender kiss, my eyes partially unfocussed as she emerged from under the table, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Jesus Christ, Jo." I stammered. "That was unexpected."

"But good?"

"Holy shit yes. Unbelievable." I said as she stood beside me and settled herself sideways down on my lap, her arms snaking around my neck. My arms slid around her back, fingers finding the seam where the zipper ran down her spine. I ran my fingers up to the top. "That was so good I think I'm going to have to thank you in the same kind of way." I breathed as I began to unzip her dress.

"Oh goody, that's my favourite thing." She smiled, her eyes sparkling as our gazes locked.

"You said that was your sister's idea?" I asked, puzzled.

Jo started giggling manically. "When we were in the car driving to the hospital the day after my car broke down, she whispered to me that if I didn't give you a blowjob as a thank you then she would. I saw you glance in the mirror then and thought you'd heard her."

"No." I said, shaking my head wryly. "I didn't hear a thing." Boy, did I grasp the wrong end of the stick that day. A sudden pang of regret for a wasted fortnight of non stop fucking and sucking hit me hard.

"Bedroom or sofa?" I eventually asked, not wanting to waste any more precious going down time.

"Up to you." She shrugged as the zip stopped at her waist and my fingers glided up her bare back to worry the catch of her bra.

"I'm wondering if I should just carry on eating at the table." I grinned up at her.

She glanced behind her, an eyebrow raised. "That'll be different." She laughed. "And it's so uncivilised eating on the sofa, anyway."

"Breakfast in bed sounds good, though."

"Don't push your luck, mister." Joanne laughed. "We've both got work tomorrow."

"I was thinking more along the lines of having you for breakfast. I tend to have a very firm sausage when I wake up."

"I look forward to tasting it." She quipped back. God, she was turning me on so much just talking that I could feel myself getting hard already, and that's without the aid of a comprehensive insurance policy provided by vitamin-v. The thought of burying my face between her thighs was also helping to restore my rigidity. Eating pussy always does that to me. I don't know if it's the taste, the smell, the liquid feel or merely the thought of swirling my tongue inside a hot, wet cunt that turns me on so much. What I do know is that if I were a woman I'd be one very, very giving lesbian.

I picked her up and carefully lowered her down onto the table on her back. It felt sturdy enough – no creaking or swaying as I settled her down upon it. She looked absolutely stunning lying on her back in that black dress, legs parted and hanging off the edge of the table to either side of me. The hem of her skirt had already ridden halfway up her thighs from when she had been sat on my lap, and her shoulders were bare because the dress was by this time fully unzipped at the back. Her skin was pale, smooth, unblemished, and I noted that she'd kicked off her shoes when she'd been under the table sucking me off. All she was wearing were three items of clothing – bra, panties and dress, and it was my next target to make it just two garments. Those panties weren't going to be hiding her pussy much longer. Her ass was right on the edge of the table. It was going to be easy to divest her of those. One quick tug and they would be on the floor.

But that was too easy. Too fast. I wanted to make this last. I ran my fingers lightly up and down her calves, tracing a figure of eight around her knees, my lips lightly brushing the insides of her thighs. Joanne moaned, and a hand tangled in my hair, encouraging me to take things further. My fringe touched the hem of her skirt and I quickly brought my hands up to Joanne's flanks, easing the skirt up around her waist. She lifted her ass up off the table, helping me to expose her skimpy satin black briefs.

I kissed the smooth fabric, halfway between her navel and her pussy, and heard her sigh softly, dreamily, as my hands continued on upward, palms brushing over the dress where it concealed the swell of her breasts. I felt one of her hands close over one of mine, crushing it down upon her right tit. I squeezed the boob firmly, my kisses moving downwards, lips pressing just as insistently upon the hot, already damp patch where her pussy juices had seeped into her panties. I love that taste.

She moved my hand up her body, used my fingers to pull her dress down to expose her impressive rack, the dress little more now than a scrap of black fabric wrapped around her waist, and I hooked my fingers in the cup of her bra and pulled it down to reveal a hardened nipple that I then mercilessly tweaked with my fingertips, making Jo gasp.

My hand closed over Jo's right breast, fingers squeezing it, thumb stroking the nub of the teat. I leaned over her, studying the swell of her tits while she gazed up at me dreamily, my fingers now caressing the nipple that I had just pinched as if I were soothing it. 

My mouth descended into the broad valley between the twin mounds, then I turned my head to the left and flicked out my tongue, coating a portion of the nipple with my warm saliva. Jo shivered beneath me, then gasped as she felt my teeth raking across the bud. My tongue flicked between my teeth over the tiny teat, circling it wetly, swirling around it, lapping at it, all the while squeezing the heavy, fleshy mound firmly with my left hand.

Jo arched her back, pushing her breast up at my hungry mouth, and felt her nipple become trapped between a thumb and a forefinger, felt those fingers rolling the bud between them, pulling at it, stretching her breast from a flattened circle to a pointed cone. "Aaaahhh" She breathed, then cried out again louder as my fingers were replaced with teeth that maintained the tension. 

The hand that had been crushing her tit and pinching the nipple deftly unclasped her bra, then slid down her flanks to her hips, then glided lightly inward. My teeth released the teat, but I then crushed as much of the breast into my mouth and began to suck hard on the red, swollen boob, my tongue lashing roughly against the trapped bud.

While my left hand lazily traced circles on Jo's taut, flat stomach, my right hand moved up to her left breast and began to treat it in the same manner as I had earlier done with the other boob. First I pushed the unfastened bra aside, then I caressed the entire breast lovingly, then I began to pull upon it with my fingers while slurping, nibbling and chewing upon the nipple of the one that was still locked inside my mouth. I could feel the heat and the wetness of Jo's cunt against my hardening cock as she squirmed and writhed beneath me. The woman was bucking her crotch against my recovering penis, almost humping the solidifying flesh that pressed against her silk covered pubis, moaning loudly and spreading her thighs even wider, revelling in the pressure that she was feeling against her warm, wet pussy. One firm, fluid movement that brought nought but a sharp intake of breath from Joanne and the black satin panties lay on the floor.

Jo smiled in anticipation as she watched me move down between her legs. She felt a pair of hands grab hold of the insides of her thighs and wrench them as far apart as they could go. She trembled despite, or perhaps because of, the warm breath washing over her pussy as I studied the smooth contours of her freshly shaved fanny intently.

I dipped my face between Jo's thighs, hands sliding around to grab her ass cheeks roughly and open her cunt to my tongue. I swept my tongue over Jo's clit and instantly Jo arched her back high and gurgled dreamily.

My hands held tightly onto her ass cheeks when she bucked them up off the tablecloth and adjust her position slightly for the tongue that then snaked out from my parted lips and speared between the lips of her pussy hole.

I slid a finger between Jo's cunt lips and rubbed her clitoral hood with firm, quick, minimal movements of my fingertip. Joanne moaned into her fist as the rapid-fire vibrations against her clit thundered through her body and mind, making her shudder uncontrollably from head to toe, her body racked by sheer delight. 

"Jeesuss!" Jo gasped, shivering in delight as I furiously diddled her clit, the soaking wet pussy sliding back and fore over my face as she squirmed beneath me.

"You like that?" I breathed, now sliding my finger in and out of the gaping gash that opened beneath my touch like a pink flower. "You like having your hot, wet cunt fingerfucked?"

"Oh fuck," was all Jo could reply as she shuddered beneath my touch. 

"Answer me!" I snapped, slapping my palm hard against Jo's bald pussy, the noise echoing around the room, drowning out the sounds of Robbie Williams crooning through some inane pop song. "Are you deaf? Answer me, Jo!" I hissed again, giving the denuded snatch another short, sharp, stinging smack.

"Yesss!" Jo hissed back. I grinned, focussing all my attention on the bubbling clitoral hood beneath my fingers, making Jo shake and shudder, her legs scissoring wildly. I bent my head back down to the object of my desire, my warm breath washing over the damp, sweating pussy that twitched and vibrated beneath my touch.

I pressed my tongue flatly against her pubic mound, sweeping my tongue in a circle near the fingertip that maintained its relentless high speed rubbing. 




Roadside Assistance



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

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Driving over to Rugby for a meeting with a prospective customer, my car started spluttering on the A4304, and refused to respond when I tried to accelerate. Half a mile on, the engine was threatening to cut out altogether, so I pulled into the next lay-by, which was thankfully not too distant. 

One might assume, as an engineer by trade, that I'd know my way around the innards of a car. In fact, I know embarrassingly little about what goes on beneath a car bonnet and have never had even the slightest inclination to find out. I can fix a vacuum cleaner, no problem, and could probably even get the better of a broken washing machine if given enough time. But present me with a car that won't respond when you turn the key in the starter-thing, and I'm practically clueless.

I know how to phone the AA, though, and that usually gets me out of most pickles I find myself in.

After a forty minute wait, which I mainly spent on the phone to the Rugby office trying to get through to somebody competent enough to delay my meeting, a recovery van pulled up behind me and a young lad got out. I say 'young lad' but he must have been about thirty. He was tall and quite skinny and the fringe of his hair, which he'd gelled up, was bleached to a blondish-auburn colour. It was his hairstyle, and his jovial manner, which made him seem young, but the lines around his eyes betrayed that he'd been working outdoors for a good few years.

"Mr Furlong?" he asked, walking up to me. He had a cocky swagger to him which I instantly warmed to.

"That's right," I said and offered my hand for him to shake. I like to establish an air of formality on such occasions. Maybe I'm a bit old fashioned.

As he was checking my membership card, I glanced at his name badge. "Duncan Flood", it read. "Roadside Assistant."

He asked me what the problem was.

"It was making spluttering noises for the last few miles," I explained. "And the accelerator pedal had no effect."

"When you say 'spluttering', what do you mean?"

What was wrong with the word 'spluttering'? It seemed a perfectly adequate description.

"Well, it was faltering," I tried, struggling to think of a way to explain what the car had been doing without using the word 'spluttering'. "It was as if it was coughing... like maybe the fuel wasn't getting to the engine or something..."

The thing was spluttering. That was the only word for it.

He looked dubious; like I really had no idea what the hell I was talking about.

"Let's have a look under the bonnet," he suggested in a voice which was just on the polite side of patronising. "How do you open it?"

"I think there's a catch in the glove compartment," I replied.

Or was that where it had been in my old car? If I couldn't even get right something as basic as opening the bonnet, the guy was going to think I was a total numpty.

He opened the passenger door and leaned in to take a look in the glove compartment.

"Actually it might be underneath – in the footwell," I offered, trying to remember what exactly I'd had to do last time I'd opened the bonnet to fill up the screenwash. It was somewhere over that side of the car, I was sure.

He seemed quite occupied with looking in the glove compartment and I left him to it. Standing out front, watching other people driving past, I wondered if perhaps he was trying to find one of those tools that are specific to each car, like the alloy wheel-nut spanner which I have lying around somewhere.

After a minute or so, a catch deep inside the car clicked and the bonnet popped up slightly.

Duncan came around to join me at the front of the car and lifted the bonnet, clipping it into place. He nosed around under it, busying himself with checking that everything was plugged in where it should be and that there was nothing loose.

I took the opportunity to check out his backside as he leaned over the bonnet with his high-visibility jacket riding up. He was wearing a blue pair of heavy-duty trousers which didn't give a lot way, but I suspected he'd have quite a nice, firm bum hidden away inside them which, in view of how thin he was, wouldn't be too meaty but would have its own particular attractions lurking between his cheeks.

While I was idly checking him out, he surprised me by saying, without lifting his head from the car engine: "Some of that stuff in your glove compartment was a bit... er... bizarre, Mr Furlong."

"Bizarre?" I repeated. "In what way?"

What was in there? A packet of mints, maybe? A small road map?

He kept pulling at wires and tightening connections as if we weren't having this conversation.

"Those pictures. Drawings of men licking each other's bums."

I felt the blood drain from my face. "Drawings?"

"Yeah. And some articles. I didn't even know blokes did that kind of stuff to each other."

I didn't know what to say. I had completely forgotten that I'd left the wodge of information I'd received from Cameron in there.

He stood up and smiled at me. "Is it a gay thing?"

"Actually, no," I stammered. How on earth was I going to explain this? "I meant to throw all that away..."

"Seems an odd thing to have in your glove compartment," he chuckled.

"Someone gave it to me," I said hurriedly. I felt like a child pointing a finger and saying, "He did it, not me!"

"People give me a lot of stuff," Duncan grinned. "But I've never been given anything like that!"

I was struggling to think of why I would have information like that in my glove compartment. "I... er..."

"Look," he cut in, his expression becoming more serious. "I'm going to need to run a few tests. Get a bit of kit out of my van. You might want to sit in your car. It's a bit cold out here."

"I'm fine here," I managed to say.

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

He fetched what looked like an old CB radio from his truck and started wiring it up to my engine. I stood alongside feeling like I was a pervert and a rather gormless one at that.

After taking a few readings, he asked, "So are you into that kind of stuff then?"

"What kind of stuff?" I replied. I knew exactly what he meant but I wanted to buy a bit of time to think up an answer.

"Licking other blokes' bums," he said flatly.

I considered my response. It wasn't likely that he was going to turn nasty with me. I knew his name and could make a complaint with his company. But at the same time I didn't really want to share my sexual fantasies with a stranger.

I decided to play it fairly neutrally.

"It was something I found out about on the internet a while back," I said.

He kept running his checks and, if you were watching us from a distance, you wouldn't even know that the two of us were talking.

"Have you ever done it?" he asked.

He seemed very curious about this. Perhaps his interest was more than just academic.

"I've... er... dabbled," I admitted.

He looked over at me and grinned. "Are you gay, then?"

"Actually, no. Not at all. It's just... well... something I was curious about..."

He nodded. "Curious about doing it or having it done to you?"

"Doing it," I replied, unsure as to whether I was giving him too much information. "It seemed a very intimate thing to do to someone."

He chuckled and got back to his machine. "Cor... d'ya think?!"

Then he asked, still pressing buttons and taking readings, "So have you actually tried it. I mean, for real?"

"You seem quite interested in this," I observed.

He looked over at me again. His eyes were the colour of milky coffee.

"I just didn't know people did this kind of stuff. I mean, I like to look at stuff on the internet just like any other guy. But I'd never even heard of this."

I smiled. "Neither had I until just a couple of months ago."

He nodded. "So, you didn't answer my question. Have you actually done it?"

I was going to ask him what made him think he could expect answers to his questions, but his curiosity seemed sincere and I wondered if this might be something he'd want to investigate further on his own, just like I had over the last few weeks. I had in my mind that I might have in front of me my first fledgling recruit and I wanted to fuel his curiosity rather than quell it.

So I nodded back. "A couple of times, yes."

He grinned. "But wasn't it... like... really grim?"

I chuckled. "Not at all. It was very... er... stimulating."

"And you're definitely not gay?"

"I was married for nearly ten years. I'm pretty sure I'm not."

Duncan stared at me, clearly fascinated. I wasn't sure why my sexuality was so significant to him; perhaps he'd felt a tingling of his own when he'd looked at the drawings in my glove compartment and was relieved that this might be something that straight guys find appealing.

He got back to his machine and, having pressed a few more buttons to no avail, unplugged it from my engine.

"I can't work out what the problem with your engine is," he said. "The motherboard has probably burnt out. It'll have to be taken in."

"Taken in? Where?"

"There's a repair centre over at Lutterworth. They'll be able to run some proper tests and they'll probably have a replacement motherboard in stock. It's a pretty common make and model."

I nodded. "Would you be able to follow me there? It might start splut... er... coughing again..."

He shook his head. "You can't drive it. It's not safe. I'll phone them – they'll send someone out to collect it."

"I'm supposed to be at a meeting in Rugby."

"I can give you a lift to that," he offered. "And someone from the repair centre will bring the car over to you when they've sorted it out."

I was impressed. "That sounds great."

"All part of the service," he smirked, throwing me what could have been quite a suggestive wink.

While Duncan was back in his van radioing through for a truck to come and take my car away, I took my briefcase out from the backseat and stashed the papers that Cameron had given me into it. I'd have to throw them away as soon as I could; preferably shred them.

Eventually he emerged from his van and told me that somebody would be with us within the hour.

I felt awkward that he was having to wait with me. The radio in his van kept crackling with new calls and it sounded like his skills, such as they were, were greatly in demand.

"I'm sure the recovery van can drop me off in Rugby," I offered. "Feel free to get going if you need to."

"Don't worry about it," he said, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and sitting down on what was left of a bench near an overstuffed bin. "It's my job to take you where you're going if I can't fix your car, even if it means I get to sit around doing nothing for half an hour or so." He smirked, lighting one up, and I realised he might appreciate having a paid break from fixing broken down cars.

He offered me one from his pack – when was the last time someone had done that? – and I politely refused.

"I don't suppose you have a hip flask, though?" I grinned, sitting down next to him, and he shook his head and chuckled.

After we'd watched a couple of cars drive by, he returned to the subject I had been expecting him to.

"So this thing you do..." he started and then took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Rimming?" I asked, turning towards him.

He kept facing the road and exhaled the smoke. Then he turned to me, smiling, and said, "Is that what it's called? Rimming?"

I nodded and he chuckled. "Good name! I like it!"

After a few moments and another drag from his cigarette, he asked, "So what's the appeal, then?"

I considered his question. I wasn't really sure myself. I'd read all the theories, heard all the explanations, but I still couldn't figure out why it excited me so much.

After another car had driven by, I replied, no doubt a touch anticlimactically given how long it had taken me to think about it. "I don't really know. I just like having my face down there. I like the smell of it, the taste of it."

He turned back to face me, his expression puzzled.

"But it's a bloke's hairy arse! Isn't it... like... ugh!?"

He pulled a face like he'd just eaten something unpleasant.

"You'd think so, but no. It's surprisingly... er... arousing."

He turned back to face the road and took another long drag from his cigarette.

"Are you interested in trying it, to see what it's like?" I asked.

He smiled, and blew smoke out from between his lips and through his nose.

"It'd be kind of fun to feel someone do it to me, but if you're asking would I like to lick another guy's brown eye, the answer's a definite 'no'."

"But you'd like to feel someone do it to you?"

He turned back to face me. "Yeah, it'd be kind of interesting. I don't know if it would make me feel horny, but I wouldn't mind trying it."

"With a woman, obviously?"

He laughed. "You're lucky if you can get them to give you a blow job, mate. I wouldn't even dream of asking one to lick my ring-piece!"

"So not necessarily a woman?"

He smirked at me, flicking his ash onto the tarmac. "That's right. Not necessarily a woman."

I turned back to face the road. I felt that if I pursued this any further I would be propositioning him. I'd made my position transparently clear: it was up to him to make the next move.

We sat in silence for a while and I think he was waiting for me to say something; to make him some kind of offer. When it became evident that I wasn't – that I'd gone as far as I dare – he stubbed out his cigarette and turned back to face me.

"So when you do it to a bloke, I guess he has to be... you know... fresh from the shower?"

"I think that would defeat the whole point," I smiled. "He needs to be clean, yeah, but you want to know what he tastes like, not the shower gel he's just washed himself with."

Duncan nodded.

"So if a guy had been, say, sitting for a few hours in his van, driving around, that wouldn't be a problem?"

I nodded. "It's nice to have a bit of sweat down there... gives it a bit of flavour. So if he'd been, say, working on cars during that time, getting in and out of his van, that would make him pretty ideal."

He laughed and looked down at the edge of the kerb.

Then he looked back up at me – his eyes had a hardness to them but their colour was quite exquisite – and asked, "Do you mind where you do it? Would doing it, say, in the bushes next to some layby be a problem for you?"

I smiled at him. "Not at all. It would give it a certain... rustic charm."

He smiled back but I got the feeling he didn't know what 'rustic' meant. 'Spluttering', after all, had proven difficult.

He stood up and looked down at me and abruptly his smile seemed to freeze on his face. Within that split second I could see he was pulling back, suddenly unsure of how to proceed.

It was one thing to make jokes with a guy about him rimming you; to flirt with him and tease him with half-hearted come-ons. It was quite another to pull down your underwear and let him actually do it to you; it could present all sorts of uncomfortable questions, especially if you found you enjoyed it.

Given Duncan's change of heart, I chose not to say anything: I thought it best to hold back and let the invitation come from him. I didn't want him to accuse me of forcing myself on him or of misinterpreting a bit of playful banter. If he wanted a taste of what he knew I was offering, he had to ask for it.

He said, bluntly, "I'm going for a piss."

I nodded and he just stood there, staring at me and seemingly wondering what to do.

"In the bushes," he added.

I nodded again.

He continued to waver, half-wanting to walk away from me and half-wanting to make his intentions clearer.

In the end, he settled for: "Do you need to go too?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah. Couldn't hurt."

I got up and followed him into the tangle of undergrowth next to the layby. A car drove past as we clambered our way through the dead remains of that summer's brambles and nettles and I wondered what, if the occupants had seen us, they thought we were up to.

We pushed our way into a small clearing behind a broad rhododendron bush with thick evergreen foliage. We would still be visible from the road to someone who was specifically looking, but to casual drivers we would be largely obscured.

Duncan walked up to a tree and undid his belt. He glanced over at me, unzipping himself, and then hitched his blue work trousers down enough for me to see his red underwear underneath and the tops of the pale, freckled cheeks of his bum. His underwear had a white pattern on it but was much too folded for me to make out what the shapes were. The waistband read: 'Hello Ladies'. They looked like the leftover of some bawdy night out with his mates; a stag night, maybe.

I wasn't sure what to do: should I walk over to him, or should I go over to another of the trees and make out that I was also preparing to urinate?

I decided to hold fire and just stand there, waiting to see what he did. I clung onto my resolution that he had to be one the invite me: that was the only way this was going to work.

He continued to face the tree but keep peering over at me, watching for my next move.

I held my distance, unwilling to be the first to show my hand.

After a few moments, he asked either "Don't you want a go?" or "Don't you want to go?" I wasn't sure which.

Still uncertain as to his motives, I thought I'd better play it safe. I asked him, "What do you want me to do?"

He looked back over at me and then pulled down the back of his trousers and underwear a bit more, revealing the lower and more interesting half of his arse-crack.

"If you want it," he called over, "come and get it."

He'd been mustering up the courage to do this: standing there like he was about to piss was his way of giving himself a way of backing out. I realised that this was probably his first homosexual experience, barring, perhaps, the sort of laddish drunken gropes between him and his mates which would be more to amuse than to arouse.

That made me the sort of guy who enticed other men into having their first homosexual experiences. It was a label I wasn't terribly comfortable with.

I walked over to him and stood behind him. His bum was quite skinny but very inviting. The cleft, or what I could see of it, looked practically hairless.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.

He nodded. "If you're up for it."

Like the guy I'd hooked up with in the toilet and the waiter at the restaurant, Duncan was no doubt aware that this could be one of the few chances in his life that he'd get to experience someone doing this to him. It wasn't every day, I was sure, that people would offer him sex – even as tacitly as I had – when he was fixing up their cars and to have someone offer to do to him what I was – well, it was, if you pardon the pun, not to be sniffed at.

I knelt down behind him and pulled his trousers down a little bit lower. His underwear came with them, but the waistband clung to his buttocks, straightening the material out so that I could see that the white patterned shapes were actually old-fashioned moustaches with their tips curled upwards. I grabbed the waistband and pulled it down as well, obscuring the moustaches among the folds again.

"Never had a bloke pull my pants down," he laughed tensely.

I could already smell his arse – a familiar, piquant whiff from his crack – and it was making my mouth water.

He turned around a little and I saw his cock poking out from the front of his trousers, looking shrivelled and slightly despondent flopping over his open fly in the cold air. Its wrinkled shaft was much browner than the rest of his skin and his foreskin puckered open just short of the dry tip of its pink head.

"If anyone comes," he said, "stand up like we're having a piss."

"We'll hear them pull up," I suggested, already aware that the recovery truck would be on its way and that we might need to cut things short.




Roadside Assistance



"People might be out walking their dogs... joggers... cyclists... I dunno..."

I nodded. "Okay."

He turned back to face the tree, presenting his almost hairless bottom to my face again.

I leaned forwards and touched my nose very lightly into his arse-crack. Before I could appreciate the fullness of his scent, he pulled away, making an unnerving giggling sound. "Your nose tickles!" he snorted, looking down at me over his shoulder.

I glanced up at him. "Sorry!" I'd have to be less sensual with him; this was going to descend into farce if he got the giggles every time I brushed against him.

He turned back towards the tree and bent forwards a little to push his backside out towards me. Whatever else he was feeling, he was certainly keen to know what it was like to be rimmed.

I levelled my nose with his backside again and pressed myself more firmly into him. His buttocks were firm and muscular against my face, presumably from hopping in and out of his van all day, and the cleft between them smelled satisfyingly sharp. It was a rough, rather sour scent, far less sweaty than I had anticipated, and it had rich, almost woody, undertones.

I extended my tongue and heard him giggle again. It was rather cute to hear him laugh like that: quite girlish. He must be very ticklish in this area and had probably never had cause to realise it before.

He must have liked the warm, wet feel of my tongue sliding into his crack because he bent a little further forward, grabbing hold of the tree. He pushed his arse outwards, opening his buttocks to give me better access to his lushly-scented cleft.

I reached up with both hands and held his hips to steady myself and pushed my tongue deep into his crack. All of the men I had rimmed up until then had been very hairy between their buttocks. Duncan, by contrast, was silky smooth and, to my surprise, this seemed in no way to diminish the intensity of his taste and smell. I had assumed that a hairy crack would trap a man's odours more than a hairless one, but Duncan's taste was just as strong, although conspicuously different, from Guy's and the bloke from Asda who I had rimmed in the toilet, both of whom had been abundantly hairy. (His smell was, perhaps thankfully, a good few notches below the powerful full-on stink of the backsides of Shane the carpenter and Greg the waiter.)

Finding Duncan's wrinkled hole with the tip of my tongue and having its raunchy, acrid taste send shivers down my spine, I began to feel my cock hardening in my trousers. Running my tongue around it, relishing its biting tang, I suddenly realised how much I liked this position: squatting behind another man with my face pressed between his buttocks. It was arousing, yes, but it also felt 'right' to be poised like this, with my nose wedged into a fellow male's arse-crack and my tongue lapping at his most tender and intimate spot.

He muttered, "Yeah, get right in there!" and pushed his bum harder into my face. As he did so, his body started moving rhythmically – I realised he was rubbing his cock.

I pressed the tip of my tongue firmly into the middle of his puckered entrance and forced it open. The strong-tasting ooze from within was almost electrifying on my tongue and I urgently probed further, finding it difficult to breathe quickly enough in my mounting excitement.

Feeling Duncan's rhythm becoming stronger and faster, I reached around to grab his cock from him and take over wanking him. I found, to my astonishment, that he was by now fully and impressively erect. I had thought he was trying to rouse himself into excitement when I'd felt the rhythm of his hand: I hadn't realised that the feel of my tongue on his arsehole had caused him to stiffen so quickly.

His cock felt unexpectedly large given how unimposing it had looked in its floppy state. Its surface felt as if it was swathed with veins and its head was sticky and wet; like a fat, oozing plum.

I started masturbating it as best as I could, given the awkwardness of the angle I was at. Nevertheless, he appreciated my efforts and ground his backside against my face as if in encouragement.

I worked my tongue in and out of his tight opening, delighting in the murky, dirty taste he was exuding and inhaling as deeply as I could the more delicate but irrefutably raunchy scent of his arse-crack.

This had to be rimming at its very best and I was so pleased that Duncan was enjoying it with me. His cock was throbbing in its swollen hardness as I wanked it and from the dribbles of stickiness it was weeping onto my fingers, I could tell he was getting extremely aroused.

I pulled back from licking between his buttocks and stood up behind him. Taking my hand off his cock, I hurriedly unzipped and released my own, arching upwards at full size in response to the tastes and smells of Duncan's bum.

I had a strong desire to fuck him: right there standing behind him with him bending forwards and grabbing onto the tree. I contented myself, though, with sandwiching my cock between his buttocks, grabbing his cheeks and pressing them together with my thumbs, and working myself back and forth along his spit-sodden arse-crack.

I liked the feel of being in this position: just like rimming him, it felt 'right' and 'natural' to be behind him like this, thrusting my thick organ up and down between his bared bum-cheeks as he bent over in front of me. In spite of how slippery his crack was, his buttocks had enough friction to grip my foreskin tightly so that with every thrust my cock-head would emerge, plump and reddened, from between his cheeks. My balls were thumping against the tops of his legs, feeling heavy and full as I bucked my hips back and forth.

Duncan obviously found, perhaps to his own surprise, that he liked this position too: his hand returned to his cock and he pumped it quickly, excited to have a man pretending to bugger him and apparently finding easy to disregard any reservations that might be gnawing at the back of his mind. As he pushed his bum back at me in time with my thrusting cock, he looked up at me, over his shoulder, his mouth a grinning snarl, and said, "Yeah! This is so fucking hot!"

I slid my cock up and down his crack, masturbating myself between his buttocks. I grinned back at him, the two of us smirking at each other as if we were amused at being so delightfully naughty together. Duncan probably thought that I do this often: that I was well-practised at picking men up and of having them bend over for me. He was obviously unaware that, like him, I was experiencing and greatly enjoying my first time in such a homosexual position.

He pulled away from me and stood up. Turning to face me, he cheerfully blurted out, "I wanna do it to you! Let's change places!"

I hoped he was going to rim me and took up my place in front of the tree, yanking down the back of my trousers and underwear to expose my arse to him. Instead of squatting down behind me, though, he pushed his cock between my butt-cheeks and rubbed himself up and down inside my arse-crack as I had been doing to him.

He grabbed my hips and made like he was fucking me, the tops of his thighs making rhythmic smacking sounds against my buttocks. His balls were slapping against the bottom of my arse and I bent lower to open my cheeks wider, hoping they would rub against my hole when he thrust himself back and forth.

I bent over to give him better access and then looked over my shoulder at him grinning down at me as he worked his cock quickly up and down between the cheeks of my arse. I smiled back up at him and he said, "Yeah! Take it!"

This was clearly far more arousing than he might have expected it to be, had he ever imagined doing such a thing with another man. He liked the position of being behind me just as much as he had enjoyed being in front. He was panting as he worked himself inside the forested cleft of my arse; staring down at his erection with fascination as his shiny helmet repeatedly thrust upwards from between my buttocks before quickly disappearing back between them.

He grabbed my hips tighter, pulling my arse further towards him, and muttered, "This must be like fucking a bloke's arse!" as if it had only just dawned on him that we were simulating male-on-male anal sex.

I smiled back up at him but didn't respond. I wanted to quip something like, "No shit, Sherlock!" as Jake often would to me, but it didn't seem appropriate to make jokes.

He kept pounding at my backside and I found that, like he had, I enjoyed it hugely. Once again the position felt very natural to me: it felt right to be offering another man my arse by bending down in front of him and for him to be using me to pleasure himself. The rhythm of his organ between my cheeks and the beating of his balls against my anus were turning me on hugely.

I grabbed my cock and jerked it roughly, grinning up at him over my shoulder. He smiled down and then made another snarling face, pumping his cock more aggressively in my arse-crack. I worked back against him, pushing my bum into him with every upward thrust of his cock, and he said, "You fuckin' want it? Don't you? You fuckin' want it right up you!"

Before I had time to answer – assuming, of course, that he wanted an answer – he pulled back from me and started masturbating himself furiously. I turned around to face him and pulled at my own organ.

"I'm getting close!" he informed me as his hand pounded violently up and down the length of his organ. His foreskin was sliding back and forth across the fattened head of his cock so fast that the action looked almost mechanical.

He muttered, almost breathlessly, "D'you give blow jobs?"

Like I was a prostitute.

I didn't reply but reached between his legs and ran my middle finger from the base of his balls, back along the ridge between his legs to find his wet, sticky opening just behind.

"Ah, yeah!" he mouthed and smirked at me. "That'll do!"

I worked my finger into him, being very gentle, and took up a slow rhythm moving in and out of his hole.

"That is fucking hot!" he said and pushed his backside down onto my hand, desperate to take more of my finger.

I pushed more of it into him – up to the second knuckle – and his rhythm on his cock quickened to an even more frantic speed. He kept pushing back against my finger until he had its entire length inside him.

Wondering if I should suggest fucking him – from the way his arsehole was eating my finger, he might well be up for it – I quickened the wrist of my other hand, pumping away at my own organ.

Suddenly he gasped, "I'm there! I'm fucking cumming!"

Without thinking about it, I squatted down in front of him and opened my mouth wide in front of his cock. For some reason – perhaps having done something similar with Guy – I had an urge to drink his seed; to swallow it in gulps as it erupted from his cock.

"Ah, yeah!" he exclaimed and directed its head between my lips as the first squirts of his hot semen were ejected from the swollen slit. I eagerly took each spurt of his ejaculum, drinking down the copious flow of it as he wanked himself into my mouth. It tasted salty and acrid but I loved the sensation that I was feeding from him; consuming every drop of the exploding climax that surged in thick pulses out of it.

"Fucking eat it!" he cried out and kept working himself with his hand, milking his veiny erection to drain as completely as he could the paired nuts that dangled below it. I guzzled hungrily at his fountain, feeling his rectum spasming tightly on my finger which was still buried deep inside of him.

As his orgasm subsided and the squirts from his slit were weakening, I reached forwards and took the plump red head of his organ into my mouth, sucking the last dregs of his cum up through his cock from his gratified balls. I swallowed down the last of the ooze, wanking myself quickly and feeling my own orgasm drawing near.

He pulled back from me and my finger slid out of his arse with a low, rasping fart.

I stood up and masturbated myself as quickly as I could, which was a good deal slower than the rhythm he had been able to sustain on himself. I noticed that my cock was much larger than his – it hadn't occurred to me until that moment – and for the first time in my life, I found myself feeling a little proud of my size. It suddenly seemed to be rather a turn-on to find myself so much bigger than Duncan. Instead of feeling like I was some kind of freak, I felt an urge to flaunt myself for him; to show off my large endowment for his admiration.

I thought he might back away and pull up his trousers, disgusted with himself for going so far with me, but he didn't. Instead, he grinned at me and said, "I know what'll get you off!"

He reached between his legs, putting his hand beneath his softening cock and squatting down slightly to grope behind the almost hairless bag of his scrotum.

After rubbing himself down there, he surprised me by bringing his hand up to my face and outstretching his index finger in front of my nostrils.

"Sniff it," he commanded. "Sniff my arse."

I leaned forward and sniffed at his finger, getting a mere whiff of the scent of his anus but finding myself hugely excited by the act of him doing this to me.

He grinned at me inhaling his dirtiest scent from his finger and then said, "Lick it."

I obeyed his instruction and licked at his outstretched digit, tasting a slight tang of the strong flavour I'd enjoyed earlier.

"You dirty bastard," he laughed and pushed his finger into my mouth. "Like my arse! Go on, mate! Feed on it!"

I found myself salivating as he worked his outstretched finger back and forth into my mouth. I sucked at it like it was his cock, tasting the odorous sleaze of his backside on it; faint but distinct on his skin.

He grinned at me again and kept urging me on. "Eat my shitter! Go on! Lick it! Taste my hole!"

As I sucked at his finger – the taste all but gone – I began to climax, squirting thick strings of my seed over the deadened leaves and twigs on the ground.

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and, even while my release was in full flow, laughed, "Jesus, mate! I can't believe you swallowed my spunk!"

"All part of the service," I managed to gasp, still pumping my jizz over the ground, and he laughed again.

We cleaned ourselves up as best we could and then hitched up our underwear and trousers. Duncan seemed remarkably good-natured, given what we'd just done, and the issues I had expected him to have to face post-orgasm didn't show any signs of manifesting themselves.

He had clearly enjoyed what we had done and that seemed to be all that mattered to him. Perhaps he realised that his sexuality was a little more complex than he'd had the chance to appreciate up until that point, but if he did, he behaved like he simply cheerfully accepted it.

I wished that I had managed to be so nonchalant after my first tryst with Guy, instead of falling into a deep introspective reverie the way I had. If only my reactions to the unfamiliar could be so simplistic.

As we traipsed back towards the road, Duncan asked me: "So how do you get to meet other guys who like doing... er... that thing you did?"

"Rimming?"

"Yeah. That's it."

"You enjoyed it?" I asked.

He chortled. "Couldn't you tell, mate? I thought I... you know... threw in a few clues."

I smiled over at him. "Okay. So obviously you're thinking about how you might get to do it again?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I think so."

"What about your wife... your girlfriend... whatever?"

He shrugged. "It's not like it's anything serious. Just like having a wank with a guy licking your arse. I can't see how it could be a problem."

"So you'd tell her?"

He laughed again. "Bloody hell, mate – of course I wouldn't! But it wouldn't be anything serious so it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't be like I was seeing another woman behind her back or something."

We clambered out from the undergrowth back onto the layby.

I wondered if we had the appearance of two guys who had just had sex together. Whether people driving past would be able to hazard even a remotely accurate guess at what we'd been doing from our demeanour and the slightly dishevelled state we'd got ourselves in.

Whether maybe one in a thousand of them – or even one in ten thousand – might correctly speculate that the older guy in the suit had been squatting behind the younger man wearing the AA jacket and had given the crack of his bared arse a thorough licking.

"I'm not sure how you go about meeting guys for this kind of stuff, Duncan," I told him. "Like I said at the start, I've only known about my own interest for a couple of months."

He nodded.

"I suppose," I went on, "you could try putting drawings of guys rimming in your glove compartment. That worked out quite well for me."

He chuckled.

As we were talking, a truck pulled up with a logo on its bonnet showing a recovery vehicle with a clip art man's manically happy face sticking out of the driver's window. Underneath it read Lutterworth Vehicle Repairs; Full Motorway Recovery Service.

The man who got out of the truck couldn't have made himself look more different from the image on the logo if he'd tried. He was grey-haired, unshaven and looked determined to be as humourless as he could manage.

"Footlong?" he asked gruffly.

"That'll be him," chirped Duncan. "Definitely him," he emphasized, and chortled loudly.

I felt my face blush as I corrected the driver's pronunciation of my name.

We left him dourly hoisting my car up onto his truck with an electronic winch, and set off for Rugby so that Duncan could drop me off at my meeting.

"So... come on," he began, almost as soon as we'd pulled out of the layby. "How do you meet guys to do stuff with?"

I repeated that I was new to this but told him a little about the man I'd met in the public toilet. I failed to mention the small detail of me having to pay for my fun.

"Yeah, I know stuff like that goes on in bogs," he smiled. "I just didn't know the guys there might lick your arse."

"I don't think it happens very often," I said. "I think guys like me – and perhaps guys like you as it turns out – are few and far between."

He nodded. "It's not something you really hear of."

He was a fast driver – we were going well above the speed limit – and he had the disconcerting habit of keeping his left hand on the gear stick instead of the steering wheel.

"If ever you fancy another try, I can let you have my phone number," I suggested. "You'd have to keep the message pretty vague, though, if I wasn't in."

He didn't immediately commit himself to anything. Instead, he asked, "So you don't live alone?"

"My son Jake lives with me but he's at college most days."

"Are you seeing anyone at the minute? A woman, I mean?"

I nodded. "I'm kind of... er... dating. I'm seeing her later this week, actually. But that shouldn't be a problem. Like you said, if you were to come over to mine, it wouldn't be anything serious. No-one has to know anything."

He smiled and seemed relieved that I had at least the hint of a woman in my life. Perhaps he'd been worried that, in spite of my assurances to the contrary, that I might have actually been a gay guy looking for more than just sex.

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll give you my mobile number as well. Same goes for you too, though – be careful what you say in a message."

"Sounds fair enough."

I wondered how far he would want to go: whether he'd let me mount that hairless backside of his after I'd rimmed him; whether he'd want to penetrate me.

"Do you think you'd be interested in rimming me?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I dunno. We can find out... have some fun trying some stuff, maybe."

I smiled.

"I've never been with a bloke, not up until now," he went on. "But I've always figured that you just have to take things as they come in life. See what you like and what you don't like. Just go with the flow."




Roadside Assistance



I nodded. "That's a very embracing way to approach the world."

"Anything we do would be just for fun," he asserted. "No gay stuff. No kissing or saying stuff to each other. If I come around to your place, it's got to be like it was back there in the woods – just the two of us having a wank with each other."

I didn't remind him that what we'd done in the woods was rather more than 'having a wank' but instead readily agreed to his terms. If he was happy that 'having a wank' could extend to me rimming him and to us pretending to fuck each other, I'd be interested to see in which other directions we could stretch the definition.

Duncan and I were never going to be best mates – that much was abundantly clear – but we could, perhaps, become 'fuck-buddies' as Cameron had called it.

He pulled up outside the company I was supposed to have arrived at a good two hours earlier and we exchanged details.

"You might want to wash your face before your meeting," he suggested. "You've still got a whiff of my arse on you."

I smiled. "I can still taste your spunk as well. It keeps repeating on me."

He laughed. "Well, there's plenty more where that came from, mate. I'll give you a call sometime."

I got out of his van. "I'll look forward to it, Duncan."

He grinned and threw me a thumbs-up. "Mind you don't get indigestion!"

And then, still laughing, he drove off to his next call.

As I watched the back of his van disappearing down the street, I thought: "Robert, you absolute tart! Some innocent young lad turns up to fix your car and you end up with your tongue stuck up his arse! What the hell are you turning into?"

I smiled and headed towards the door of the building. Whatever I was turning into, I rather liked it. And if Duncan was true to his word and gave me a call, I suspected I would grow to like it substantially more.

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Next story: Badly Drawing Boy

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Roadside Attraction



For the past year and a half, I have owned, operated, and performed in a live touring sex show in Central Europe. I and my fellow performers appear at sex clubs and private functions, showing off our nasty talents for co-ed and all-women audiences. Everyone has signed a consent form. What we do is a delicious mix of BDSM and uninhibited lesbian sex.

My agency is located in Prague, and I employ five other women: three Czechs, a Slovak, and a Bulgarian. Magdalena and Petra, both statuesque blondes in their late 20's, are completing their graduate degrees in sociology at the University of Prague, and they responded to my ad in the back pages of Blesk. I recruited Jana, the Slovak, and Eva from their waitressing jobs at my favorite local pub, a few blocks from my three-bedroom apartment near Wenceslas Square. Jana is in her late 30's, while Eva is 25.

As for Simona, my Bulgarian fuckytoy, if you'd really like to know how we met...well, she is an ESL exchange student from a wealthy industrialist family, and I encountered her for the first time late one night at a disco next to the Charles Bridge.

I could feel the bass thudding through the floor, up through my boots, and straight to my cunt as I stood in line for the ladies bathroom. I'd been at the disco for an hour, looking for a younger woman to seduce and fuck. I glanced back over my shoulder, and there she was: cutely curvaceous, long brown hair slipping coyly down over one eye, black fishnet stockings, and a disgracefully short red leather skirt. She caught my gaze and looked down, then shyly looked back up at me with a timid smile. It was then that I knew--I completely understood--and heat surged through my contracting, soaked cunt. I could tell that she, like me, had had a fair bit to drink. I'd been fantasizing about young pussy all day; I needed some; now I was going to take it.

A stall door opened in front of me. I turned to the girl whose name I didn't even know yet. "Why don't we share?" I said with a commanding smile. I took her by the hand and was further aroused by her meek, unhesitating compliance. Feeling very disinhibited, I yanked down my slacks and panties and sat down to piss first, running my hands all over the deliciously soft figure of my new fuck-partner as I did so. I throbbed with anticipation. When it was her turn to go, I exacted a delicious price for her sitting in my presence. I thrust my gloriously unshaven cunt into her young face, spreading my lips so that she could eat me out in the dim-lit stall. She did her job well. I could hear women murmuring in Czech outside the door, but no one knocked or interrupted. Anyone who could see my firm-planted boots under the stall door or hear my loud groans of satisfaction knew exactly what was going on, and that knowledge brought me to a huge, raw climax right on the girl's fucking face.

It was only afterwards, lying in my four-poster bed with her buttocks tucked warmly up against my stomach, that I told her to give me her name and signed Simona up for the agency.

However, Simona was substantially less well-behaved on a recent tour of Germany I undertook with Magdalena and Petra, while Jana and Eva stayed home to handle the office duties. Let me tell you what happened in the last week of June.

We were driving from Stuttgart to Karlsruhe, following a virtually deserted, winding country road through forested country interspersed with yellow fields of canola. Magdalena was at the wheel of my Audi with Petra in the passenger seat, and I reclined across the back seat, reading a novel. Simona was slouched in the opposite corner, a pout on her full 22-year-old lips.

"I just do not understand," she griped to me for about the fifth time that day. "Why won't you put me in the opening act anymore?"

Let me digress. Our show is typically divided into three acts. The first act features me in a severe, dominant role, flogging a girl and forcing her to lick my cunt. I love to play the schoolteacher disciplinarian, raising her skirt for a first-timer. Other times, I simply embrace the role of the Mistress: wearing a maroon corset, masked, cursing out my slave with sweet abandon while I rub my soaked cunt with one gloved hand and wield the whip mercilessly with the other. I like to look out into the audience and see women masturbating, reaching inside one another's blouses and panties while I get boot worship from a completely submissive bitch: "Lick it! Yeah. Run your tongue up the sole of my boot...far better than you deserve," I say with a queenly gaze and a smile.

Act Two is typically my time to relax. Magdalena or Jana, both of whom are trained in Japanese rope bondage, may tie one of the other girls to a chair and proceed to delightfully torment her with a selection of vibrators, nipple clamps, and silk blindfolds. Other times, two of the girls masturbate together or go into the audience to suck the breasts of women onlookers.

And the third act is always the same: a no-holds-barred, improvised all-girl orgy with me at its center, enjoying what I deserve: two women sucking my big, beautiful tits deep into their mouths while the third tastes my juices and makes me scream with her clit worship.

Now, Simona was complaining because I hadn't been satisfied with the enthusiasm of her performance the month before, and therefore had denied her the privilege of appearing in Act One as she had previously. The girls were all earning at least five figures US a month, but appearing in Act One

She continued in this vein for a minute until I couldn't ignore it any longer. It was disgraceful insubordination, and certainly not something I planned to tolerate on a beautiful late June afternoon.

I shot Simona a sharp look and put my book down. "Magdalena, pull the car over," I said.

"But Mistress, we are already running late, and the show in Karlsruhe is for seven o'clock," Magdalena protested.

I took Magdalena by her long blonde ponytail. "Pull the car over. Now."

Magdalena complied promptly, which pleased me. As we stopped on the shoulder, a mix of fine sand and dirt, Petra opened her front-seat door, and stepped out. "You get out too, Simona," I said. "I've had enough of your fucking whining."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Simona said with high-pitched indignation.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that again!" I told her. I snapped my fingers. "Girls?"

Magdalena and Petra pulled open Simona's passenger door and yanked her outside, screaming and kicking. Everyone but Simona was wearing something simple and natural: Magdalena's white cotton blouse and loose-fitting jeans, Petra's traditional Czech flowered dress, my black slacks and open-necked green top. As I got out of the car, shouldering my handbag, and strutted slowly around to watch the Czech girls holding Simona down on the trunk of the Audi, I contemplated Simona's slutty attire with open contempt: a cleavage-flaunting red top with a short, matching skirt, high heels, and white silk thong panties that became all too apparent when she assumed her current face-down, ass-up position. It increased my desire to give this 23-year-old Bulgarian bitch the erotic punishment she richly deserved for lipping off to me.

"You want to be in Act One, Simona? Good. Let's rehearse." I reached into my handbag. "Look at what I have here: a brand-new leather flogger I picked up yesterday in Stuttgart."

Gripping the flogger in my right hand, I slowly caressed the twelve long tails with my left. "Oh fuck, please, Mistress, I'll behave," Simona wailed. "I didn't mean to be a bad girl."

"I don't want to hear any more of your shit, Simona," I told her calmly. "This isn't about you anymore. This is about the show. This is about me and my pleasure."

As I spoke, Magdalena nodded to Petra, who stepped away, allowing Magdalena to hold Simona in place by herself, her firm breasts pressed against the younger girl's back. Petra reached down and pulled up Simona's skirt, exposing her plump, smooth, pale white ass cheeks for my viewing pleasure, and that of anyone who might pass by.

I put the flogger under my nose and inhaled its rich leather scent. "I'm going to whip Simona's fat ass now, Magdalena," I said with a wink. "What do you think of that?"

Simona moaned. Magdalena nodded: "I think it is an excellent idea, Mistress. I hope you whip her hard."

Petra brought out a handheld video camera and began filming the scene, which always excites me. More fucking fodder for the masturbators who subscribe to my web site, jacking and jilling off to my explicit fuck scenes. I brought the flogger down with a delicious snap on Simona's ass. She screamed with surprise at the dominance of my touch.

"Oh, that's much better, you disobedient little slut," I told her. "I like to hear that. It makes Mistress's cunt wet, you know. And isn't that why we're all here?"

Without waiting for an answer, I smacked the flogger hard across Simona's ass again. "Oh, motherfucker! Oh God, please!" she screamed out. "I just want to do what you tell me."

Petra zoomed in on Simona's ass, tingled, humbled and well-used, covered with the long red welts of excitement that my flogger had left. "Oh yes, you are going to do what I tell you from now on," I said, towering over Simona as I continued to flog her. After another five hard strokes, I yanked down her panties and pushed a forefinger inside her tight pussy. It was soaked, just as I had expected. "Taste this," I ordered Magdalena, who licked my finger without hesitation. "Don't you just love the taste of a disciplined slave?" I kissed Magdalena deeply on the mouth.

I reached into my handbag and pulled out a length of Japanese bondage rope. Magdalena took it and expertly began to tie up Simona's ankles as the Bulgarian girl kneeled in the dirt. I stripped out of my slacks, and Petra came over and helped me get "dressed" for my next amusement.

A minute later, I stood wearing my favorite strap-on, not as notable for its thick girth and eight-inch length as for the vibrating G-spot attachment that I had thrust inside me.

I came up behind Simona and roughly mounted her, thrusting my long, nasty dick into her little cunt. It felt good to use her like this, and she was so wet I could hear it. Every thrust I made went right to my fucking G. I had my tits pressed hard into her back, nipples throbbing as I fucked my girl in the dirt by the road.

Magdalena clapped rhythmically to my thrusts, chanting a mantra I had taught her: "Use her hard, use her good, use this cunt like you know that you should. Use her hard, use her good, use this cunt like you know that you should." Petra was right up behind me filming, showing more of my ass than Simona's face, just like it should be. At one point, she just couldn't resist, and I felt her long golden hair brushing against my ass cheeks, as she leaned in to French kiss my anus. "Mmmmm...I love to worship the goddess," Petra said as she withdrew.

I ripped Simona's blouse open, the sound of fabric tearing so satisfying to me, and reached inside to fondle her young jugs as I fucked her. The sound of her high-pitched screams—"Fuck! Oh my God, I can't take anymore!"--had me creaming. The pressure on my G-spot was overwhelming. The vibrator buzzed right through my clit and made me push out my first loud orgasm.

But it didn't take long for me to recover. Deeply exhibitionistic, I was hoping for more of an audience. And I got it. Two tall brunette women, perhaps in their late 40's, carrying string bags with fresh produce, came out of the canola on a dirt path I hadn't noticed before. They stopped with a gasp, perhaps fifty feet away. Magdalena smiled and waved at them. I felt deeply the need to shock them and make them want what I was having. I turned on the vibrating attachment again and thrust once more into Simona, who let out a deep helpless moan of pleasure.

The women continued to watch, their eyes glued to us, clearly more aroused than dismayed now. Magdalena got down in the door between my thighs and began to lick at my lips and asshole while I fucked Simona hard. The feel of her tongue, combined with the vibrations, and the sure and certain knowledge that I was being watched by two German women as I fucked a young Bulgarian girl in a public place sent me right over the edge. "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm going to come again!" I screamed out. From behind the strap-on, a sudden gush shocked me. I ejaculated right on Simone's well-beaten slave ass. But she didn't deserve to have my goddess juices. I ground my cunt right down on Magdalena, who had been a good girl, done what was she was told, and earned the privilege of licking up the climax of my nasty public come session.

"Oh yeah, Magdalena, lick the juices out of a real woman's cunt," I told her in an empowered, trembling voice. "Simona is a little fuck-bitch who doesn't get any because she needs to understand that I demand worship 24-fucking-7. Do you understand, girls?"

Magdalena gasped her "Yes!" between loud slurps from my soaked fuck-hole.

"I want to be your slave, Mistress," Simona moaned loudly. "I just want to do what you tell me, in the show and off the stage."

"That's more like it," I responded. "Let's see what you can do in Act One tonight in Karlsruhe."

Petra helped me out of my strap-on harness, and I struggled to my feet. Magdalena unbound Simona's ankles as I waved to the two German women, now walking off up the road, glancing back over their shoulders occasionally. "Ja gut!" one of them called with a smile.

I cuddled with Simona in the back seat all the way to Karlsruhe: kissing, stroking, massaging, breathing together. Needless to say, what the four of us staged that night was one of our most erotic shows ever.



Roadside Diner Rendezvous



What started out to be a short ride to see the leaves turning this fall, turned out to be a very adventurous weekend. After having driven most of the day with my girlfriend, looking at the beautiful colors of all the autumn leaves, we decided to take a break at this little roadside diner. With still being in, the middle of no where, we walked in the diner to find that the only other people there were the bartender/cook and another elderly gentleman. I noticed that he was pretty well on his way, as he stumbled to the bathroom. 

All of a sudden my mind started to work a devious plan to tease my girlfriend while we were to await our food. We ordered and then it began. First I suggested that she go to the bathroom and remove her bra and panties. She did a little reluctant; however this was not the first time I was to ask for strange things. 

When she returned to the table our drinks had arrived. I instructed that she should sit beside me, as I like to have her close to me. She was to soon find out that it had nothing to do with what she thought!! As we sat just chatting about this and that I started to run my fingers up and down her bare leg. This a normal routine she thought nothing of it...till I started to slowly work my way up her skirt. With the look of what the hell are you doing, I continued upward. Again she asked and I told her to just relax and enjoy. To which her reply was, "You cannot do that here and I cannot keep quiet!!" I told her that she was going to keep quiet and I wasn't going to stop. She reached for my hand but I told her no and instructed that she keep her hands on the table!! Slowly she moved her hands to the table. I continued to run my fingers up and down her leg. 

My light touches were sending waves of goose bumps though her whole body. I knew this by the obviously visible very erect nipples which were standing at attention though her tight shirt. She is not wearing a bra, rarely does she, as she knows how this drives me crazy!! I kept on running my fingers up and down her thighs, occasionally grazing her shaved pussy. Driving her more and more crazy, she was really turned on now. Juices were flowing and she was trying her damndest to be quiet. Letting out a few stifled moans every now and then. Just as she turned to tell me that we needed to hurry up and leave...the waiter came around the corner and delivered our drinks. Also informing us that the food would be along shortly, I noticed that his eyes wandered downward and that was when I realized that my hand was visibly not where it should be. He smirked a little as he walked away.

I then continued to tease her. First by slowly inserting one finger into her swollen, soaked lips. Then another, she was near climax within seconds. I stopped and told her she would have to be patient. Removed my hand from her skirt and let her suck my fingers dry. When the waiter returned with our food we wasted no time. Devouring it quickly!! My girlfriend, when finished, asked to be excused to go to the ladies room. I agreed and said that I had to go to. I left the waiter a tip and then proceeded to the bathroom. When I reached it I realized that it was across the hall from the ladies room. Looking about to see if anyone was watching, I carefully opened the door.

Peeking in I could see that my girlfriend was the only one present. I slipped inside and locked the door behind me. Then stood quietly next to the stall door and awaited her to exit. When she did I grabbed her by the hair from behind and covered her mouth so no one could here her scream. I told her to calm down. Realizing it was me she then calmed immediately. I told her that the door was locked and that I was going to take her here and now!! With little resistance I led her to the sink by her hair.

I bent her over the counter and ripped her very short skirt up. Ran my hands lightly over her bare ass and then gave her a quick sharp slap on the ass. She let out a quick yell. I told her that if she was not quiet then we would not be able to continue!! She was very good with the next slap on her ass. This time all she did is moan a little. Reaching down between her legs I found that she was incredibly wet. I unleashed my rock hard nine inches and then positioned it to tease a bit. With the tip of my cock I teased her clit then rubbed it up and down her slit. Pulling back away from her then slapping her on her puckered asshole. Again she moaned, this time a little louder. 

Again I reminded her of the importance of being quiet. She nodded and then with one stroke I drove my cock, all nine inches, deep into her sopping wet cunt!! Again she moaned...this time I did not say anything. If she wanted to be heard she could. There was nothing going to stop us now. I Pumped in and out her slowly at first, just enjoying how wonderful she felt. After what seemed to be an hour, although really just minutes.

She was really starting to get into it. Again I reminded her that she needed to be quiet. I informed her that I could gag her if need be. She, having been gagged before, did not think it was necessary. She was a good girl and did not need to be told many times. She was well aware that if she did not listen and do as she was told that she WOULD get punished later.

Still pumping into her hot pussy, I started to quicken the pace. I was beginning to think that the waiter might start to get suspicious and come to check on us. Driving my cock as deep and as hard as I could. I was getting so close to bursting that I was not sure if I could stop or not. I pulled out of her, spun her around and then came all over her face. She caught a little with her mouth, but most was everywhere. She licked up what she could and then cleaned my cock with her tongue. I told her to straighten up then we needed to leave. She did and as we headed out of the diner the waiter hollered out he hoped that we had enjoyed our meal. Especially the dessert!!! 

When I looked back he just smiled, winked and said "Come again!!" I laughed as we strolled out to the car.



Roadside Distractions



The golden sunlight flooded through the windshield as Peter drove along the highway with the state forest flashing by on either side. Beside him, Lea, his fiancé of over a year, stretched out on the seat, her tanned thighs rubbing together underneath her short blue skirt. She glanced over at him and gave him a crooked smile, her green eyes dancing. She lifted a hand to her reddish blonde hair and brushed it away from her face, letting her hand fall between her breasts. She left it lying against her top button of her light blue blouse, toying with it. Peter tore his eyes away and tried to focus on the road. His concentration vanished when Lea spoke in a husky voice.

"Is it getting warm in here," she asked, "or is it just me?" Without waiting for an answer, she rolled down the window, the breeze flowing through her hair and flipping the collar of her blouse. A small glimpse of her cleavage was revealed and Peter groaned as a picture of kissing his way down those globes wormed through his mind. His shorts began to feel to tight, something Lea noticed with a sly peek. She knew she had him going and wanted to see how far she could take it. Impulsively she leaned forward in the seat and pulled her arms inside of her blouse. He wondered for a brief second what she was doing while she wriggled. He got his answer when her arms popped back into view, one hand clasping the rather dainty brassiere she had been wearing. With a little sigh of satisfaction, she tossed the piece of lace and elastic into the back seat.

Peter could make out the shape of her breasts as they swayed slightly, free of their confines under the shirt. Lea smiled and leaned back into the seat, her hand falling onto his thigh just below the hem of his shorts. He felt as if he would explode at any minute. His eyes would not focus on the road. He risked another look at Lea and saw she had undone two of the buttons on her blouse. Wait, make that three buttons. The wind through the window was flapping at her blouse, exposing her breasts for tantalizingly short periods of time. Breasts that he knew from tasting were as soft as satin and heavenly to the touch. Her hand on his thigh traveled upward, grazing her nails along his skin. Goosebumps erupted all over his body as she explored underneath the hem of his shorts. Her other hand slipped into her blouse and ran it's fingers over her breasts, bringing her nipples to attention.

Lea felt herself getting moist as her fingers crept along under his shorts. Her nipples ached from the need to have his lips on them. The tip of one finger brushed something in his shorts, something spongy yet hard. Yes, that's what she was looking for. She felt his thigh tighten under her hand. She pinched a nipple and moaned at the memory of how that hard piece of flesh felt inside of her. Her hand moved downward, unbuttoning her blouse completely to allow her breasts to be fully exposed to the breeze. Her nipples, already puckered, grew to full rigidity. She shifted her hips, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs, bringing into view a pair of white panties. 

Lace trimmed and covering her desire. Her hand left her breasts and quickly she reached under her skirt to pull off her underwear. Immediately she stroked the inside of her own thigh just below her opening. Lea pulled out her hand from her shorts only to move to his button, fumbling it open and reaching inside to grab his erection, pulling it free. There were days she was glad he didn't wear underwear and this was definitely one of them. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, bringing a soft groan to his lips. She brought her other hand up to play with her lips, one finger tickling for a moment before being inserted.

Peter saw this from the corner of his eye and could see her toss her head back with a small cry. He was so hard he hurt. His hands gripped the steering wheel till the knuckles turned white. After a few moments he reached out and cupped one of her breasts, lightly flicking the nipple with his thumb. Her back arched into his hand, pressing her breast into him. She bit her lower lip in the same way that drove him wild. Her breast felt silky to his touch. 

Lea inserted her finger fully into herself and pumped it in and out, her scent carried on the breeze in the car. Peter's hard member pulsed in her hand. She leaned over in her seat and licked along his shaft from the bottom to the tip. Once at the top, she engulfed the tip in her mouth and slowly sank her mouth down over him. She began bobbing her head up and down.

Peter scanned the road, looking for a place to turn off. Spying a little dirt road, he used all the control he had to slow the car and make the turn into the woods. Lea's mouth continued to work it's magic on him. Once he was sure they wouldn't be seen from the road, he shut the car off and pulled her up to crush his mouth on hers. Their tongues met and tangled, his hands running through her hair, her fingers still pumping in and out of her sopping canal. Peter pulled away and whispered in a raw voice for her to get out of the car. They both exited quickly.

The sun came through the trees, speckling the ground in dots of light. He hurried over to her side of the car, his member bouncing in front of him, only to grab her hand and lead her to the back of the car. He boosted her up to sit on the trunk and kissed her again. His hands found her breasts and kneaded them, his thumbs pressing her nipples. His lips traveled downward over her jaw, her neck, and further down until they closed over one of her nipples.

One hand dropped o cover her moist sex, lightly rubbing her and slightly inserting one finger. She moaned, a sound of desire and heat, fueling him. He leaned her back on the trunk so she was pressed against the rear glass and scooted her hips to the edge of the trunk. Quickly giving each nipple one last, lingering kiss, he dropped to one knee. She set both of her feet on the rear bumper and her hands through his hair as he kissed and nuzzled each inner thigh. He smelled her aroma, a musky scent which filled his head with delight. She guided his face towards her waiting passion and he didn't resist. Starting near the bottom, he skimmed his tongue up her slit, tasting her juices. Nearing the clit, he swept back down, eliciting a moan of almost desperation from her. Her arousal coated his lips and chin, flowing across his taste buds. He reveled in the idea of being her source for pleasure. 

Her hips scooted across the lid of the trunk as his lips found her button and he carefully slid a finger inside of her moist canal. He suckled her clit, flitting his tongue over it. Curling the finger deep within her, her rubbed along her walls, driving her further into insanity. Lea's cries filled the forest and only grew louder as her climax built. First clenching in her lower belly like a dragon, then curling outward to enflame every part of her body. The dragon gripped her entire body and she was plunged into a screaming, gasping orgasm. The world spun as Peter continued to lavish his oral attentions on her. Her body dropped back onto the trunk and she lay gasping, searching for breath.

Peter stood and, her legs on either side of him, pulled Lea to a sitting position again. His hands tangled in her hair as he swept his lips and over hers. Her tongue darted out to play along his lips, still tasting of her juices. Her hands passed down his back, yanking up his shirt, she lightly kneading his muscles and scratched his skin with her nails. Reaching his waist, she dipped her fingers around the front to tug the zipper the rest of the way down and, with one move, pushed them off his hips to land around his ankles. His rigid member brushed her inner thigh. She lovingly grasped it and gave it a few quick strokes before urgently imploring Peter to let her feel him inside her. 

Guiding him to her exposed vulva, they shared a deep, sensuous look into each other's eyes. Thrusting slowly, he entered her with an infinite grace and passion. When he had buried himself completely inside of her, she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he bent his head and once more began to feast on her breasts. Pistoning his hips, the forest around them grew silent as their moans of delight gained in volume. Time held no meaning for them, their bodies joined as one. His hand snuck in between them and tickled her clit. Her back arched and she screamed out in orgasm again. 

After it had passed, Lea placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. Peter had no time to be puzzled as she disengaged herself. She quickly hopped to the ground and spun around, leaning over the trunk, arms spread wide. Taking the hint, he stepped forward and, with one determined thrust, entered her all the way from behind. He moved powerfully and she moved with him, meeting every thrust. 

Their bodies slicked with sweat, he clung to her hips as he felt his passion reaching the point of no return. The feeling boiled up inside of him and came bursting forth along with a cry of ecstasy. He heard Lea cry out from underneath him and everything froze for a moment before the both slid to the ground, exhausted. Tired as they were, their arms still found one another and pulled them close. Each one whispered the other's name in the wooded glen as the sun shone brightly above.



Roadside Fun



Gil Dunlap put his truck into "park" and looked over at 24-year-old Anna Bransen. The pretty young college graduate student had look light brown hair, and she looked scared.

"This is it," he said. "Get out."

"Please don't make me do this," she begged. "I'll give you my credit cards."

"I said get out," he said. He held open one side of his jacket to reveal the gun holstered on his belt.

Dunlap had parked on one of the streets that ran parallel to Nacogdoches ' North Street . He gave her a gentle push, and together, they walked to the stretch of sidewalk between the Chili's restaurant and North Ridge Arms Apartments. They were directly across from the main entrance to SFA.

Anna's blue eyes pleaded with Dunlap , but he simply said. "Move it, Anna."

She was wearing an open gray raincoat over a white silk blouse, a long wraparound black skirt with a slit up to her thigh that revealed she was wearing dark, suntan pantyhose and strappy, black high-heeled sandals. Her large, firm breasts pressed against the front of her blouse, and he could just barely make out the shape of her nipples.

She wore just the tiniest bit of makeup, like she was about to go out on the town.

Pulling a small digital camera from the pocket of his jacket, Dunlap said, "OK, walk toward me. Now pull out the book and pretend like you're reading it as you walk."

Anna pulled a steamy Harlequin romance novel out of her jacket pocket and made like she was reading it.

"Now, run your tongue around your lips like the book is getting you hot. Good."

The young woman ran her tongue around her red lips, and then pursed them like she was about to kiss someone.

"Run your hands over your breasts as you walk."

Looking nervous and scared again, Anna ran her hands over the silky fabric that covered her breasts. Because Dunlap had made her take her bra off in the truck, the friction of the silk blouse made her nipples come fully erect. She blushed a little at how her body was reacting.

"Now, unbutton your blouse, and take it slow."

Anna glance around to make sure no one was watching, and did as she was told. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned the blouse from the top down. As she did so, the blouse opened further and further to reveal a great deal of cleavage between her 36D breasts. 

"Run your hand inside your blouse."

She did as she was told, and started massaging her big breasts. Although she was still terrified, it was still a little thrilling at the same time. She kneaded them the way she liked.

"Pull one of your tits up and lick it with your tongue."

Anna reached into her open blouse and pulled her milky white breast up so that she could lick it. Dunlap noticed that she had large brown areolas around her nipples.

"Excellent. Now unbutton your blouse the rest of the way and untuck it from your skirt."

Still trembling, Anna finished unbuttoning her shirt, and then demurely held it closed over her bare breasts.

"Anna," Dunlap warned, showing her the gun again. "Let it hang open."

She let her hands drop to her sides revealing most of her naked breasts in all of their glory. Her flat stomach and navel were just visible above the top of her skirt.

"Keep rubbing your breasts."

"Now switch the book to your other hand and unbutton the side of your skirt. Slowly again."

There were only three buttons. By the time she got to the top button, Dunlap could see the slightly darker shade of brown that marked the reinforced panty portion of her dark suntan hose. Anna paused at the last button.

"Do it."

Impatiently, Dunlap stepped forward and undid the last button of her skirt for her. Just then, the wind gusted and blew her raincoat away from her body. At the same time, it grabbed her long skirt, and it fluttered away to reveal that Anna was wearing lacy white bikini panties under her dark, suntan pantyhose with its white cotton crotch panel. Her blouse also blew open, revealing all of her naked breasts. Now, all she had on was her raincoat, open blouse, panties, pantyhose and high-heeled sandals.

Shrieking with embarrassment, Anna gathered the raincoat around her and held it closed.

"Uh uh," Dunlap said with a shake of his head. "Now put the book back in your pocket." When she'd done as he'd said, he added, " Bend down and take off your high heels."

Picking up one leg at a time, Anna undid the tiny buckles on her sandals and slowly took off her high-heeled shoes before dropping them on the sidewalk. For a moment, she just stood there in her stockinged feet.

"Use one hand to play with your breasts and slide the other down the front of your hose and under your panties."

Looking around again, Anna used one hand to squeeze her breast and slid the other one down the front of her dark, suntan hose. Her fingers found the warm folds of her labia and slipped into the slit of her vagina. Two of her fingers began rapidly massaging her clitoris.

"Ohhh!" Anna moaned. Despite herself, she could feel herself getting moist. "Ohh. Jeeze!"

"Now, pull your pantyhose down to about mid-thigh."

Tears stared streaming down Anna's face. "No. Please don't make me go any farther."

Dunlap put his hand on his gun and gave her a nasty look. Sobbing a little, she pulled her dark, suntan pantyhose down as ordered, and they bunched around her thighs. He could see her neatly trimmed bush behind the filmy layer of her lacy white panties. 

By now, college boys along North Street had noticed the show and were hooting and hollering.

Dunlap moved behind her and waited for another gust of wind. Sure enough, her raincoat blew open again to reveal her sensuous round hips above her pulled-down hose. Her white panties were pulled tight between her ass cheeks.

Moving around to her front again, he said, "Now the panties, too, Anna."

"No. Please." She pleaded.

At his glare, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slid them down to where her pantyhose were bunched around her thighs. Dunlap drank in the sight of her neatly trimmed light brown pubic hair and just the hint of her moist labia visible between her legs.

Once again, Anna tried to cover herself. She used one arm to cover her bare breasts and the other to cover her pussy.

'You're not done yet," Dunlap insisted. "The dildo."

"No. No!" she sobbed.

"Do it."

Anna pulled out a bullet-shaped metallic dildo. At Dunlap 's angry glare, she ran it over her breasts, pausing to tease her nipples with it. As she did so, she massaged her clitoris.

Then, the young woman gasped as she slid it into her vagina. She used its tip to massage her sex and then started sliding it in and out.

She used her other hand to massage her breasts. Then, she picked up the pace. Faster. Harder. Finally, she was standing on her stocking clad toes, back arched breasts and jutting forward through her open blouse and raincoat. The motion of her dildo action made her naked breasts bounce. "Ohh gosh!" Ahgh!"

She shuddered as she felt herself orgasm. Then several came in waves, and she screamed in pleasure. 

Dunlap moved in close to her and started groping her naked breasts. At first, she slapped his hands, but she remembered the gun, and let him massage her breasts. He bent down to tease her nipples with his teeth and tongue. She went up on her stockinged toes again as she had another orgasm.

Then, Dunlap slid two fingers into her moist pussy and quickly found her G-spot. Neither one of them seemed to notice the honking or the cheering. After massaging her clitoris, he began sliding his fingers deeper into her sex. With his other hand, he started stroking the silky softness of her pantyhose clad thighs.

"Yes. Yes. YES!" she shrieked.

By now, she was gasping with pleasure. When he kissed her, she hungrily kissed him back, nibbling on his lips and slipping him a lot of tongue. Meanwhile, she had unzipped his fly and was stroking his hard dick. 

"Fuck me now. Please." Anna whispered as she nibbled on Dunlap 's ear. He kissed at nape of her neck.

"We're going to get arrested, but ... OK."

Dunlap threw Anna to the ground. Pausing to massage her breasts again, he knelt between her dark, suntan pantyhose clad legs. He stroked the silky softness of her legs, and pushed them up to rest on his shoulders. He licked the soles of her stockinged feet, and rammed the full eight inches of his shaft into her pussy. He started slow, and then sped up so that her breasts jiggled with each hard thrust.

"Ohh yesss!" Anna screamed. "Fuck me harder."

Then, Dunlap used his pocket knife to cut through the waistband of Anna's lacy white panties and tossed them aside.

"What? Don't stop."

Dunlap pulled her dark, pantyhose back up, and then ripped a jagged hole over her crotch. He stroked her silky hose-clad legs again, and then widened the hole to bare her hips as well. By the time he was done, he had ripped one leg completely from the waistband of her hose and it rolled down to just above her right knee.

By then, Anna had shucked her raincoat, and was now clad only in her torn hose and open blouse. She rolled over on her side, and Dunlap stroked her pantyhose clad legs some more before he entered her pussy from the rear. She shuddered as she reached yet another climax.

"Yes!Yes. YES!"

As he thrust at her from behind, Dunlap manhandled Anna's bare breasts through her open blouse. Finally, Dunlap exploded inside of her pussy.

During their lovemaking, Anna didn't notice that her lover had undone the buttons on her blouse's cuffs.

Finally, they heard the scream of police sirens. Dunlap helped Anna to her feet, and said, "We need to get out of here. Now."

When they turned to go, he grabbed her open silk blouse and yanked it down off her shoulders, leaving her clad only in her ripped, dark, suntan pantyhose

Now aware of where she was again, Anna shrieked in embarrassment, and tried to cover herself. Dunlap shot her a mischievous grin as he gathered up her clothes and headed for the truck.

"Stop," she shouted.

Anna ran after him when he ignored her, breasts bouncing.

Finally, Dunlap stopped and handed her her blouse. She was about to put it back on when a NPD cruiser skidded to a stop out on North Street . Anna shrieked and held the white silk blouse over her naked breasts.

"Freeze!" the cop shouted.

The NPD sergeant cuffed Dunlap and took the gun from him. Then, he held up Anna's raincoat so that she could at least get back into her blouse, skirt and sandals.

As they rode together in the back seat of the squad car, Anna leaned her head on Gil's shoulder and said, "That was amazing!"

At the police station, the NPD sergeant took the two of them into a holding cell.

"That was the craziest thing I've ever seen," Tom Jackson said with a shake of his head. "It's a good thing you're a cop, Dunlap ."



Roadside Incubus



It was just after dusk when I saw her car on the shoulder of the lonely country road. A petite, willowy twenty something wearing a tight white t-shirt and green safari shorts was pacing around, while doing the old statue of liberty pose with her phone, desperately seeking for a signal. She's alone, in which I knew she would be, as I knew she would be right here in this very spot as well. There were no traps nor sabotage, but these woods are mine, so I just always know the occurrences of it. I pulled up behind her, but she stood still while giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look. I took a deep breath before exiting my truck, calming myself while I quietly murmured, "Down boy." I marched towards her, slowly, deliberately and silently. I told her there's no signal here, and asked if she needed any help. I knew she would, I always know.

She told me she had a flat, which was quite a dilemma for someone as delicate as her. She was between 5'2 and 5'4, not much over a hundred pounds, and had very hard nipples showing on her 34B cup breast from what I could tell. But I would soon find out firsthand. She vaguely knew that the jack and the spare were in the trunk somewhere, but even if she knew how to change a tire, she couldn't even lift a tire by herself. She knew it, I knew it. So I politely offered to change it for her, and she accepted. I knew she would, I always know. There was little chit-chat as she unlocked the trunk, but no names were exchanged. But she would know better next time. Since she was entertaining lustful thoughts about the mysterious stranger before her, as women are often goaded by their urges to do. See, I knew that too.

I worked quickly, with very little banter on my part. Once the spare was on he car, I loaded the flat into her trunk, then lowered the car and put away the jack. She leaned back against the car between the rear passenger-side tire and the back door, surveying my work. She told me thank you when she felt satisfied, but I knew she wasn't, I always know.

I told her that she could do better than that in my most melodious tone. She laughed it off at first, but the deer-in-the-headlights look returned when I took one small, silent, and deliberate step in her direction. It always starts with just one small step. She tensed, I knew her fight or flight response was kicking in about now. I paused, not hesitating, but eager to see which she would choose. It was in her eyes, I've always known the answer lies in their eyes.

I pounced in the same instance she tried to bolt, pinning her against the car. Her slender arms pushed against my broad shoulders to no avail. She grunted, groaned and whimpered in response with her struggle. When my lips found her neck, she went limp and could barely catch her breath. I know what you're thinking, vampire wannabe, but you're wrong. I'm a completely different animal. She managed a weak, "no" before my big, rough, groping hands found her perky 34Bs. I ignored it, I knew she didn't mean it. Her labored breathing, shuddering body, and trembling lips were warning signals, as I lifted her t-shirt to free her perfect breasts from the constraints of her bra. Those were her true feelings and desires, just trust me, I know.

My mouth meanders its way down to her overly keen, erect nipples while I continue to manhandle her tender breasts with my hands. She laid languished and paralyzed against the car as my tongue flits from one nipple to the next, lashing each in turn. I switch sides, as soon as I start to get a reaction from each attentive nipple. I tell her that I don't hear her saying, "no" now. I knew she wouldn't be able too.

She finally uttered a feeble, "that's enough" between moaning like a bitch in heat. I tell her that it sure is, then grabbed her by the back of the neck with my right hand and pulling her down to her knees. My left hand started on a path of freeing my bulging erection from my jeans. I know she has seen cocks before, but I knew she would be shocked to see mine. Once my cock is free, I look down and tell her to suck it. Defiantly, she remains tight-lipped and glares up at me.. I order her to suck it as I tap my boner against her mouth and face. She remains defiant, but I knew this would be fun. I then ask her, if she would prefer to be fucked by a dry cock as the alternative. She lowers her eyes and shakes her head no. This time, I commanded her to suck my cock and she obeyed. I can still feel the reluctance in her oral efforts, so I put my left hand on the back of her head and proceeded to fuck her mouth. At first she let me, until she started to gag so she resisted me once again. Her hands slap my thighs as she tries to pull away in vain, until finally she looks up at me with grim resignation and pleading eyes. I paused, my balls are on her chin, burning that look into my memory forever, and savoring this succulent surrender. Once I returned to the here and now, I removed my spit-lubed cock from her beleaguered mouth. I knew she had some fight left in her. So I pull her up to her feet, still by the scruff of her neck, while opening the car door with my other hand. I turn her around and bend her over without a word. I push her upper body into the car and order her to put her hands on the back seat.. She obeyed just as I knew she would.

She's trembling in this position, because she knows what men do to women in this position. Mentally she is dreading what she knows will happen next, but physically, I know what she wants; I can taste it in the air. I take a moment to admire her tight, young ass. I begin to rub, grope, and give it a few good spanks. For all my efforts, all she given me was whining for the little bit of pain. Moving on, I reach around to undo her shorts and pulled them down. She chooses now, at this very moment to plead with me. She says that she is on her way to meet her new boyfriend. She says, "please" repeatedly because they haven't had sex yet. I may not be who she wants, but I know what she wants.

She pleads to no avail, as I ever so slowly lower her green safari shorts. She dreads the cock that her body so hungers for and I eagerly fed off her delicious dread. I pause to admire her ass again, this time clad only in panties. I kiss the tight, smooth cheeks of that adorable ass, while my left hand rubs her fabric-sheathed clit. Her whimpers and ragged breathing is music to my ears, and we both know this opera is just getting started. I'm amused at how wet she is already. I ask her is she's sure she doesn't want it, to which she mumbles, "no" and something else. I merely present evidence to the contrary, by rubbing her panties in her wetness. She grits her teeth to hold back, but giving away the effect it has on her. I want her panties and I know just where I will keep them.

The next place she feels my hands as she crawls back to her senses, is of me grabbing the sides of her panties. She feels the fabric of her panties bunched up and digging into her skin. She gasps, as I rip them off her in that very next instant. I stuff them in my pocket for now. The draft of cool summer evening air on her clit tells her just how naked, exposed, and vulnerable she is right now. My right hand returns to the back of her neck, while my left grasps my thick, hard cock so I can rub the tip against her glistening, wet pussy. At first, she swivels her hips to dodge my looming invader. It's was not long before her body revolts and tries to line up her hungry hole with me to welcome the conquering foreigner. I chuckle at her body's latest betrayal, and tease her puckering lips with the object of their desire. She shamelessly moans like an addict for her fix.

She's shocked back to sobriety as I plunge my entire length into the depths of her hot, wet pussy. I hold it there, all the way in to savor the myriad of sensations. Then I pull back slowly, really slow, until just the tip is left inside, before shoving it all back in balls deep again, as hard as I can. She grunts behind gritted teeth with each brutal thrust. Now her body was getting the punishment it deserves for betraying her, the punishment it craves. I know she normally loves it this rough, but the longer I keep up this deliberately slow and hard pace I feel her desire for me to go at her faster and faster, and finally allowing her the release she wanted from her new boyfriend. She gets her wish as she loosens up, while my cock gets use to his new stomping grounds. My right hand still holds her by the back of her neck, but now my left roams between us as I start spanking her ass, groping her hanging and bouncing tits, and fingering her now-manic clitoris. It's only when I touch her clit that I pick up my pace from pounding turtle to humping rabbit, giving her a glimpse of that much sought-after release. I'm careful by not letting her enjoy the electric action for too long. I want her frustration, and her inevitable orgasm to build and build as I continually snatch away that brass ring. I know she wants the most intense orgasm I can give her.

I finally accede to her unspoken demands by gradually trading force for speed. She's writhes as she approaches the orgasm I'm giving her. The crescendo builds to a primal scream, reminiscent of a young lioness roaring to celebrate her first kill. Now I pick up a berserker's pace, recombining force with the speed her body begged me for. I let my breathing go ragged to clue her in how this will finish. Her brain finally does the math as it comes down from the high that I just gifted it. She realizes that I'm in her bareback. She pleads for me to pull out, saying that she isn't on the pill. Just to stoke the fires of her paranoia, I held it inside her without releasing in mock orgasms. She curses me, how amusing I thought. So again I accede to her demands, and pull out. I order her to flatten out on the back seat, so I can lay on top of her. I grasp my cock and place the head to her tight asshole. She begs me not to, but I push it in anyway. Gently, inch by inch it slips inside. It's tight, but I can tell she's done this before. She groans, while I slowly pump in and out of her ass. She knows not to resist anal once a cock is inside or it will hurt even worse. She gradually loosens up so I can resume fucking at my pace. I'm not too hard on her ass, but I go as fast as I can so she can build up another climax. I tell her that I'm going to flip her over onto her back and if she behaves, this will be one of the best orgasms of her life! She obeys me, like a good girl.

Once she's in position, I go at her full steam. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as this new orgasm rolled into the station. She tried to lift her head, but I grabbed her and forced her to look at me. I wanted her to scream her pleasure at me. Her world collided as the orgasm took her; she tensed and then died just a little. I was right there with her, drinking in the look on her face as I emptied my balls up her ass. While we caught our breath, I pulled out of her. She didn't move, not daring to hope this assault was over. I straightened my clothes and collected her's to give to her. She stared at me, obviously puzzled. She was expecting to be beaten, or maybe even killed, but never for me to just walk away. But I got in my truck and took off, with the remains of her sodden panties on the seat beside me. I know what you're thinking; I'm awful.



Roadside Meeting



The afternoon is hazy in only the way that August days can be. The air is heavy with moisture that is coming in off the sea. The girl feels light still even with the heavy atmosphere as she starts her afternoon walk along the path that leads through the woods along the shore. Her eyes follow the calling gulls as they wheel and swirl over her head. A sweet clear laugh indicates her joy to be outside and free. She fingers the collar around her neck. She feels the small ring that He used just last night to chain her to His bed.

She had gotten up early to take this walk. Her preparations had been long and involved. She drew a bath warm and scented with amber a fragrance that she particularly is fond of. After carefully washing all over she spent some time with the shower massage playing it up and down her most sensitive area. She adjusted the spray and felt the water beat against her small but very hungry pearl. She enjoyed the stimulation her whole body from the waist to her thighs glowing with the heat of her passion. She thought of Him and how His body brought her to the same peak just glimpsing the sight of Him.

After showering she spent some time rubbing lotion all over her tawny body. Knowing how she loves the sun she still used the one with sun screen to keep from risking a nasty burn. She quickly added some lotion to her face. She decided to forgo makeup but chooses a lotion with a slight coloration that adds to the dewy look she desires. She twisted her long hair up off her shoulders and fastened it with a single long pin.

Stepping naked from the bathroom she wandered over to the drawer to select her clothing. She picked out a pair of grey shorts and slipped them over her thighs feeling them come up into her pussy causing tingles. She is not allowed to wear panties except for special occasions and then they will be thongs for Him to view her properly.

Going to the closet she selected a shirt with long tails. Standing in front of the mirror she raised her arms inspecting her round soft breasts. He told her that He thinks them perfect yet she thinks they could be a bit larger. As she looked her nipples respond to her thoughts becoming pert and perky. She slipped on the plaid shirt and buttons only two buttons and then grabs the tails and pulling tight she tied them together under her breasts. Looking in the mirror she frowned and unbuttoned it entirely and retied it. She turned this way and that pleased with the effect of the deep décolleté. It separated her breasts and they look fuller to her eyes. A small smile came to her lips. Adding sandals she slipped out the sliding glass doors to the back yard that follows the beach path.

And oh how she loves the feeling of the wind and the sun on her skin. She could not imagine life confined inside as so many in her situation find themselves. That He allows her this freedom out of trust says much about their relationship. As she walks along the path she picks up a few stones that attract her eye. She stops on the peak of a hill to toss them at a fallen log. The sun is starting to crest over the noon hour as she looks forward on the path. She is so used to being alone here that she is startled to see a form of someone approaching.

She stands still for a few minutes watching the approaching figure before realizing that the figure is very male, very tall, and very attractive. Her heart starts pumping a bit more rapidly as she strides out towards him. She stops in the path as she makes eye contact. His pace slows as a puzzled look comes over his eyes before being replaced with a small knowing grin. Part of her wants to turn at that point and retrace her steps but she has as much right to be on the path as he and so she strides out towards the crest of the hill after first dipping down into the valley. Coming closer she notices dark blond hair, a full moustache over sensuous lips. He watches her approach as he continues with his unhurried pace. He is wearing jeans that hang a bit loose at the hips and nothing above the waist. His chest is covered with a slight sheen of sweat from his walk on skin tanned and golden. As she grows closer she can see the body hair below his navel snaking down to the waistband of his jeans. Realizing that he is smiling as he watches where her eyes have gone she blushes as she passes him and risking a quick glance she turns her head noting that he has turned and is now walking backwards on the path his eyes locked on her back.

She increases her pace moving away from his intimidation. At about twenty paces she turns to look again and seeing that he has stopped she turns taking a stance with her feet spread and knees locked ready to flee. She is feeling decidedly warm and juicy at this point. Curious she decides to be more blatant.

Her hands move up to the knotted shirt. She quickly unties and opens the shirt quickly flashing her breasts at this man walking the path in the opposite direction. Closing it she started to tie it up when she looks up and sees his eyes darken as he starts towards her. She suddenly realizes what she has done and her joy is replaced with certain fear as she darts off the path and into the dense forest trying to out distance the man who is closing rapidly.

Racing, she moves rapidly from tree to tree ducking down to try to hide then rising and darting off in another direction. She knows that she can not out run him and when she turns to look again he steps out from behind a tree and grabs her around her waist. She struggles against his strength but that is a losing battle as well. He turns her to face him holding her arms behind her back. Not saying a word he brings his lips to bear at her throat for a few seconds before bearing her to the ground with him straddling her. He forces her hands up over her head and pins them to the ground with one hand the other going to the knot that is loose now as she did not have time to fully tie it. Her legs move trying to throw him but he only chuckles as he opens the shirt. Her chest heaving she sees his eyes devour her.

He adjusts his position on her moving up a bit clasping her waist with strong thighs as his free hand wanders over her bare breasts. He rubs them along the bottom edge lifting them and cupping them in His palm first one and then the other. His smile grows as he sees her response - nipples going hard and rigid. Dipping his head he tastes her running his tongue lightly around the dark circle finally bringing lips to cover the tip and suckling softly. She continues to struggle against him but she does not tell him to stop. 

He brings her wrists down taking one in each hand and trapping them between his strong legs at her waist. She is totally helpless to what he is doing to her. Eyes wide she feels his hand go back behind his hips as it comes in contact with the straining shorts over her aching pussy. Feeling her wetness he curls one finger into the leg opening and brings his hand to stroke over her wetness. He feels the lips so velvety and slick and notes that they are swollen with lust. One hand lifts her a bit as the other pulls the shorts down as far as he can reach. As he turns to complete the action one of her wrists becomes free and she reaches up and tries to twist away. He only laughs as he strips the shorts off. She tries to push at his side with the free hand but he ignores her as he looks at her struggling legs and takes the time to move her leg to open her to his fervent gaze.

He turns back to her and falls forward onto her with his lips near her ear. “You want this girl… so either it can be easy or hard.” He says softly. Her struggle becomes less as she listens to his words. Her breathing is ragged though and her eyes wide as she nods and whimpers.

He loosens his grip on her and brings her hands to his waist. She knows what he expects and she quickly unbuttons him drawing the zipper down and running her hands over the bulge there she moves the fabric aside freeing a very hard throbbing cock from its confinement. She feels the pre-cum all over the head and the sides of it. He pushes it at her hand and she begins to stroke him. He puts one knee between her thighs then the other roughly nudging her to open for him. He uses one hand to stroke the broad head of his cock slowly up and down her throbbing pussy before settling at her opening and pushing in just a bit.

Her eyes go wide as she feels him poised at the edge of her resistance and when the next hard thrust comes she feels ripped open as she is entered. Yet it is always this moment that she craves and her back arches up in her lust for the feeling of fullness that comes to her. The fear gives way to desire as she is swept away into the space she occupies before the tension ends and she is thrown into her rapture. 

He is grunting a bit now as he plunges into her his head tipped back eyes glazed over. She feels her muscles clench onto his cock and he intensifies his movements murmuring “Yes… tighter” in her ear and she complies cocking her hips and tensing her pelvic muscles. Within her depths he stops his movement fully imbedded she can feel the pearls of semen travel up the length and explode at her cervix.

He pitches forward his entire weight on her as His body arcs and then begins to relax. She feels the soft remnant of His passion still inside her and she waits feeling his cum dripping down her to pool on the ground. After a minute or so he returns his lips to her neck and her shoulder kissing her softly. He brings his arms up to her armpits and stretches her arms up over her head again caressing the length as his hands come to grip hers tightly. He leans his weight on his elbows and forearms as he lifts himself and rolls to her side. Free now she could easily flee yet she remains still beside him.

He turns his head to look at her. “You did very well to please me today little one.” He smiles as one finger moves to the long pin holding her hair in place. With one flick he pulls it freeing her long tresses to tumble about her face in the grass. 

She lies on her back opening her legs so he can see his passion on her knowing that this will also please him. Her smile reflects her rapture in hearing his words. She would do anything to pleasure her Master.



Roadside Nookie



Keri and Ron had been together for ten years, and married for two. At 5'4" she was relatively short, but curvy and delicious. She made heads turn with her honey-colored middle eastern skin, naturally curly long brown hair and big brown eyes laced with dark, long lashes. Her large natural breasts, tiny waist, full hips and a nice tight yoga butt, fueled his daily fantasies. Ron, fit and toned at 6' even, hazel eyes that changed with the time of day, and with thick, luxurious salt and pepper hair, gave Keri her own wet dreams, complete with dirty thoughts about his thick, filling cock at 8 inches firm. 

As with most busy professional couples though, they found it hard to find time to be together. They loved each other and were greatly affectionate, but when Keri turned 30, she decided it was time for a change. After all, she was a big girl now and it was time to rekindle the early days in their relationship when they would fuck three or four times a day, and fall asleep tired yet satisfied in the living room, on the kitchen table and other various places in his bachelor apartment. 

When they met, she at 19 and he at 25, she hardly knew what she wanted sexually. But over the years, she found exhibitionist tendencies surface. Keri knew he'd be up for pretty much anything. She could just never break through her shyness and admit to her loving husband that all she really wanted was a good hard fucking on a semi-private balcony of a hotel, where she could moan loudly and the lucky passerby could not only hear her, but also catch a glimpse of her bouncing tits. The only things she managed to admit to him one night, in the slur of a third whiskey neat, was that she wouldn't mind having sex outside sometime, and in general, he was welcome to man-handle her a little more, the latter of which he applied immediately.

So she booked a series of trips without him knowing, and promised herself she'd set aside her good girl ways for a little bad girl fun. Their first trip, a few hours away to a desert resort town would be the perfect start. She decided that the drive over there would be her first chance to dip a toe in her fantasy pool, and show him that his wife had blossomed into a naughty vixen. 

The morning of the trip, they finished packing their bags, and while Ron hopped in the shower, she cooked him a nice hearty breakfast. In her eyes, he would need to keep his energy up this weekend. They enjoyed a nice breakfast while doing a little research for their destination dinner. 

When it was time to go, she went into their bedroom to change into her comfortable travel outfit, a short, frilly, layered skirt, and a ribbed tank top. She put on her favorite bra, and let the lace trim peek out of her top. She decided weeks ago that she wouldn't pack any panties on the trip. It would be a shame to cover up her freshly waxed pussy anyway, with its puffy, hairless lips.

She grabbed her sunhat and her weekend bag, and came out to the living room where he was waiting for her. His eyes lit up when he saw her skimpy little outfit and the glint in his eye betrayed the dirty thoughts that rushed through his head. 

"Ready to go, beautiful?" He asked, as he came up behind her, patting her on the ass, and herding her to the door. It was clear he wanted to get the trip started.

"Yep! I'm so excited!" Keri exclaimed, as she did a little skip towards the door, a move he knew drove him crazy, as it reminded him of her younger days. 

They loaded up the car, he slipped into the driver's seat and they were on their way. Keri made it a point to pull out her book, so as not to give the impression that this was anything other than a normal ol' road trip. He probably thought he'd get lucky when they checked into the hotel, but he certainly didn't realize what was coming. 

About two hours into their drive, and only half-an-hour away from the resort, they were finally on the lonely little highway that she insisted they take when they were planning their drive the night before. "I heard there's a hidden fruit stand there with the best strawberries! Let's take the detour and just make it part of our trip." He had acquiesced, not knowing that what she had really heard, was that there was a little highway that was perfect for a little road shoulder nookie. 

She put her book away as he continued driving. There were only a few other cars on the road, and the day had warmed up nicely. She turned on some music and reached her hand over to the back of his neck, to give him a little squeeze. He looked at her and smiled warmly. She giggled and lovingly grabbed his hand and put it on her thigh. 

"Oh!" he teased, in a mockingly sexy tone. 

Keri giggled again, then took his hand and put it up higher. Another mocking "oh" from Ron, only this time, with a hint of intrigue. Still watching the road, he lovingly rapped his fingers lightly on the inside of her thigh. He was used to little love taps on road trips, but not being used to random acts of naughtiness, he didn't seem to be expecting much more. 

She leaned over and gave him soft kisses on his cheek and neck. 

"Thank you baby," he said, and used the opportunity to move his hand a little higher.

As she continued kissing him, she let her hand drop down to his leg, towards the inside, and then gently grazed his cock. She felt it stiffen immediately. 

He looked at her briefly, then back at the road.

She whispered into his ear, "Pull over." 

"What?" he asked, genuinely surprised, throwing a couple of quick glances her way to see if she was serious.

"I said, pull OVER," smiling slowly as she bit her glossy lower lip, yet another thing that she knew he loved. 

She didn't have to tell him again. He immediately pulled over on the side of the somewhat barren road, the tires of the car kicking up dust from the dirt shoulder. 

"Now get in the back" she said with a giggle.

Eyeing her curiously, he got out of the driver's seat and slipped into the back. She got outside, walked over to the open back door behind the driver's side and started to climb in, putting one knee on the seat, letting her short skirt expose her naked ass to the road. His eyes grew wide at the sight of her heavy breasts, wanting badly to be released from the lacy bra constricting them. Once in, and on all fours in the back seat, she closed the door behind him, turned and gave him a little wink, and then kissed him passionately. He immediately grabbed Keri by her tiny waist, muttered "well come on then," in a low, raspy tone, knowing she liked it when he picked her up and put her where he wanted her.

Straddling him, they kissed deeply, wrapping their tongues around each other's, Keri then gently sucking on his bottom lip. His hands caressed her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. He could feel them hardening underneath her clothes. She unbuttoned his pants and lifted herself onto her knees. He lifted his hips up as well, taking the hint, so Keri could pull his shorts and boxers down and gain access to his already hard shaft. With the task done, he lowered his hips back down but grabbed her ass to keep her from lowering her breasts out of range from his mouth. 

He closed his mouth over her nipple, over her clothes still, with one hand on her right breast, and the other squeezing her firm ass. As he moved his hand to the side of her hip, ready to pull her panties off, he stopped, pulled his mouth away from her breast, and looked up at her intrigued. 

"That's right baby..." lowering her mouth to his ear, "I've been sitting next to you thinking about fucking you on this road," whispering softly in between luscious kisses on his neck, "getting wetter and wetter," a soft kiss on his cheek, and then his temple, "with no panties to soak up my hot, sweet juices." She moved her mouth to his and she kissed him, urgently. He moved his other hand down, and spread her ass, just how he knew she liked.

She moaned softly, pulled away from his lips, reached down and started to pull her tank top off. 

"What if someone drives by and sees those big tits?" he asked sarcastically. 

"Well they won't see much since you'll be sucking on them," she teased back, as he immediately unhooked her bra, and ripped it off her, grabbing both tits, squeezing them together, and hungrily sucking on her nipples. Keri let her head fall back, pushing her hard nipples deeper into his mouth. She kept her bare pussy, just out of reach from his cock, every few seconds or so letting it graze the head.

"Mmmmm suck on them harder baby," and as she said this his sucking got louder, his teeth grazing her flesh. 

"I bet you want to fuck me don't you? It's going to feel so good when you slide your cock inside me baby, stretching my pussy out nice and taut." Keri moaned, letting her pussy bounce up and down on the fleshy head of his cock. 

"Mmmm I'm going to remind that sweet little pussy of yours what it's been missing. It's been a bad pussy. Hiding from me like this..." he added, in between mouthfuls of nipples and handfuls of perky tits. He loved her natural breasts. They bounced perfectly, were nice and perky, and just the right combination of soft and firm. 

She pulled her nipple out of his mouth, then swung her leg over and got back on her knees next to him, so her ass was in the air, facing the road. She started taking off his shirt, and he took over, as he saw her eyeing his thick shaft. She noticed he had trimmed the hair around it short, and his bulging cock made her mouth water.

She took his cock in her hand, stroking it softly as she brushed her hair along his chest. She heard a car driving by and was sure they caught a glimpse of her pussy through the window. The thought of that made her hot. As if reading her mind, he reached up to her ass, and pulled her skirt up higher, so he could see the heart-shaped curve, and probably, to give a clearer view to anyone else who drive by.

She giggled at this, then lowered her mouth down to his waiting cock. She opened her mouth wide, and lowered her mouth over his dick, never closing her lips on it, just letter her hot breath surround it as she moved her hand up and down slowly a few times. She then tilted her head to the side, so he could see her face and mouth, and started lapping at his fleshy head with her tongue, teasing little licks, as if she was trying to make her ice cream last, all around the head, and moving down to his shaft. She switched hands and held his cock up as she made her way down to his balls and proceeded to lick them each. He opened his legs wider to make it easier, and in doing so, she slipped one of his full balls in her mouth and sucked on it gently. 

A moan escaped his lips. 

She popped his ball out of her mouth, flattened her tongue out and lick his shaft slowly from the base to the tip. Once at the top, she took his head inside her hot mouth, holding it inside while her tongue twirled it around. She slowly lowered her wet mouth over his cock inch by inch, moving her other hand down to cup his balls. She let her spit run down his cock, and made sure he heard the sounds of her slobbering all over it. He seemed to enjoy that as his moans became more frequent. She used that as a sign to suck on it harder, up and down, while she played with his balls and that little sensitive spot underneath them.

He grabbed her hair gently, and started fucking her mouth. Keri began to moan, and she knew he liked how it felt. She sucked him hard on the way up, and more gently on the way down, moving his thick hard shaft in and out, her thick, sticky lips creating the perfect soft circle. 

"Mmmm that dirty little mouth feels so good" he whispered. She looked up and locked eyes with him, as she continued bobbing up and down. 

Another two cars passed by. It made her so hot that her slobbering got louder. In and out of her hot, wet mouth, Keri mouth fucked her husband until she could feel his cock getting even harder. She pulled it out of her mouth most of the way, sucked on his fleshy head, popped it out, and then licked him from belly to chest. 

"Will you fuck my pussy like you fucked my mouth? Mmmm I'm aching for this big cock."

And with that said, he grabbed and pulled her on top of him. He selfishly sucked on her tits, and reached around her ass to tease her pussy.

"Fuck, your pussy is so wet, baby," as he raised his hand back up to his mouth to taste the nectar on his fingers. "Mmmm tastes good, too."

He reached his thumb down to her clit, and started teasing it. She let out a breathy moan. After a few seconds, he let his index finger wander, exploring the soft, almost jelly-like entrance of her tight cunt. She loved when he fingered her. He seemed to know all the right buttons to push, and with her nipple in his mouth, he was sending her over the edge. 

He let his finger slip in and out of her a few times, while his thumb continued playing with her hard little clit. 

Two cars passed by and Keri glanced to the road out of the back window, noticing another coming their way. She only saw one person inside, and what looked like a man. He slowed down a bit and watched as she arched her back more, breasts pushed in the air, one nipple in Ron's mouth. She locked eyes with him for a split second, and noticed his mouth gaping open as he drove by. Ron watched her and noticed her juices slip down his fingers. 

"You like that huh baby? Someone seeing you get sucked on? I bet he's not going to make it where he's going without rubbing one out, thinking about these gorgeous peaches. Mmmm so delicious," as he sucked even harder on her tits. 

"Mmmm yeah baby. Makes me want a nice hard fucking."

And with that, he pulled his hand out, licked his fingers again, grabbed her by the waist, and position her over his cock. Keri could feel his fleshy head poking at her slit. Her pussy soaking wet and slippery, his head found its way inside immediately. 

Keri, letting her head fall back as she lowered herself slowly on his cock, let out a long slow moan.

Up and down she started slowly, feeling every inch of him rubbing against the inside of her pussy. And then she let herself drop, grinding her puffy pussy onto his groin, bringing her head back up to kiss him. Her tongue explored his mouth as she continued to grind his cock inside her, moving back and forth and in circles, trying to get it as deep as possible. The sounds of their juices squished beneath them. 

Raising herself up, she began to fuck him. Slowly at first, but then she started going harder, slamming her pussy down to the base of his shaft, and then back up again. "Ooooo yes!" she cried, as he tried to catch her nipples in his mouth, while her great big tits bounced in his face. "Ooo that cock feels so good inside me..."

He watched her as she fucked him. He loved when she got to this point, almost like a wild animal. She moaned loud and screamed, fucking him harder and harder. 

"Fuck me Keri. Fuck me harder and watch me cum all over your pussy." This made her buck at him harder, crying out with each pump, their juices starting to splash onto her inner thighs.

He could feel himself about to cum, but knew she wasn't done. 

"I want to cum on your tits baby. Can you bring them down there for me?"

She looked at him with a naughty grin, grinding her cock inside her, she then pulled him out of her, and back on all fours, with her ass in the air facing the road, lowered her bouncy tits to the head of his cock. He grabbed his shaft, and with two or three pumps, sprayed all over her luscious breasts, as she tried to catch strings of mid-air cum with her tongue. He watched her hand reach back and play with her tight little asshole while she did it.

She let her take his cock in her mouth, and gently suck the last of his cum out. When she pulled his cock out her mouth with a satisfied grin, he shot her one back, then surprised her by pulling her up until she was on her back with her legs in the air, and immediately dove three fingers into her throbbing pussy. He quickly lowered his mouth onto her rock hard clit. She let out a scream and he knew he had caught her at just the right moment. He let a finger on his other hand reach down to her asshole, and the second he started teasing it, he felt her pussy close in tight around his fingers. By now she was wailing, demanding he fuck her harder, and suck on her sweet little clit. He did as asked, penetrating her slit over and over while he teased her tight little asshole. She was pinching at her nipples, slippery with his hot cum. 

And as she let out a big "Ooohhhhhh yes! Ahhhhh!" her hot girlcum shot all over his hand and mouth. He pumped her, more gently, a few more times, and she convulsed with each thrust of his fingers. 

She lay there, breathing deeply, sticky from their little adventure. 

"Good thing I brought wipes for the road trip," she said, winking at him.

"I hope you brought enough. We still have to drive home on Sunday," he winked back. 

They both knew, this was going to be one of their best weekends.



Roadside Ravishment



The night air was cool and crisp, and it smelled as if it might rain. Lulu finished loading the car with everything she would need on her trip. She enjoyed every moment of her trips to Muncie. Her company had sent her there for three days each week this month to help with training at the new location. The hotel had a nice pool, hot tub, and best of all, a great shower head with good water pressure. 

She was singing at the top of her lungs with the radio blaring as she sped up the highway. In the distance she could see a set of tail lights by the side of the road. She hadn't passed any cars in a while, and she was pretty well surrounded by corn fields at this stage of the journey. 

Lulu checked her cell to make sure she had reception, and slowed to see if anyone needed help.

A woman stood next to the truck and waved out her arm. Lulu stopped.

"Hey, can I help? Do you need me to call someone for you?" she yelled out the window. 

"My cell's dead, and I can't get the damn jack to move to change the tire myself," the woman replied, obviously upset. "If you could give me a hand or let me call my husband, you'd be my life-saver!"

"Sure thing!" Lulu got out of the car and went over to the woman. "I'm Lulu. Here's my phone, but let me see if I can get this tire changed for you. No need to call a man in if we don't need to," she laughed. 

"Thanks, Lulu. I'm Heather. I really appreciate the help."

The front, driver's side tire of this beat-up S-10 was in really rough shape. As she knelt beside it, she noticed the jack was a little rusty. After a few good slams, she got it moving. 

"There we go!"

"Ah, I must have loosened it for you! Hey, do you mind if I text my hubby anyway and let him know I'll be late? My phone died on me. The stupid thing doesn't hold battery any more."

"Sure."

Heather sent the text and gave the phone back to Lulu. The two women finished replacing the tire, and Heather held out her hand to help Lulu up off the ground. Lulu hesitated for a moment, but she was wearing a skirt after all. As she grasped Heather's small, soft hand, she caught a faint scent of vanilla.

"Thank you so much. Please, let me give you some cash for your trouble."

"No, it's no problem," Lulu protested.

"I insist!"

Heather reached in the back pocket of her tight, dark blue jeans. Lulu tried not to stare, but the woman had really nice curves. For a moment, she caught her eyes gazing at the gap in her button-up shirt, wondering what her breasts looked like. She shook off the thought. 

"Geez, Lulu," she thought to herself, "your not a lesbian. You just need to get laid."

Heather smiled. She handed Lulu $10. She reluctantly accepted.

"Well, I better get going. I have to check into the hotel, and I want to take a lap in the pool before bed," Lulu said as she started for her car.

"Oh, where are you staying?"

"The Westwood."

"Nice! Well, thanks again, Lulu. It was nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you, too!" 

As Lulu opened her car door, a hand grabbed around her waist and threw her to the ground.

Startled, Lulu peered up to see a large, tall, dark man standing over her. She fumbled for her cell. Before she could reach it, the man was on top of her. She kicked and struggled, but he held her arms so tight.

"You two ladies will have some fun tonight!" he said with a menacing tone.

"Heather, go get help!" she screamed. 

Heather ran to Lulu's side, but just stood there.

"What's going on? Heather! Help!"

"My names not Heather, bitch. See, I knew you'd pull over. It's so much easier than trying to get into your hotel room."

"You've been watching me?!"

"Oh, I haven't. He has. And he's told me all about you. I couldn't wait to see what all the fuss was about!" Heather smirked as the man pulled Lulu up off the ground. Heather unbuttoned her tight blouse, reached in her bra and pulled out a gun. She turned off the safety, cocked it, and pointed it at Lulu.

"What do you want? You can have all the money I have. You can have my car. I won't say anything, I swear!"

"Oh, sweet Lulu, we don't want your money. We don't want your car. We just want to play."

Tears were streaming down Lulu's cheeks. The man dragged her over and lifted her into the back of the truck. Heather continued to point the gun at Lulu while he used bungee cords to bind her wrists to the tool box. 

"This isn't happening," Lulu thought. "I have to fight now or I won't have a chance."

As the man approached her ankles with more bungee cord, Lulu began to kick and scream wildly. But, he was too strong for her.

"Oh, look, we have a feisty one, here," he said. "Put the gun away!" 

At once, the girl Lulu knew as Heather was out of sight. She heard the door to the truck slam shut. 

"If the gun didn't scare you, perhaps this will-" he started. He pulled a razor blade out of his pocket and held it up to her eye so she could see clearly. "Now, you keep fighting like this, and I'll shove this up your cunt! Do you understand?"

Lulu nodded, and she felt a few drops of cool rain blend with the tears and mascara streaming down her face. She whimpered softly as she felt his large warm hands on her ankles. They moved slowly up caressing her calves, her knees, her thighs. She was trembling. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could.

All at once, she felt a hard tug at her skirt. Then another, harder, lifting her hips into the air. She heard it rip. 

His hand slid over her small, pale pink panties as she pressed her legs together. He grazed her navel with his nose and kissed her belly softly.

"Please don't do this!" she yelled. 

He ignored her. In one swift motion, he ripped open her blouse to reveal the lacy pink balconette binding her beautiful bust. Without hesitation, he reached in and pulled out both of her breasts- her nipples perked in the cool, wet night air. 

She could feel his hot breath and rough tongue as he massaged them and moaned. She held her breath. Her body was betraying her. She could feel the natural moisture in her pussy as her muscles tensed. 

His weight pressed down on her as he spoke in a low tone directly in her ear, "Don't go anywhere now." She was relieved as his weight lifted off of her body. He tied a dark cloth around her eyes and he jumped out of the truck. 

Her mind was reeling. She couldn't believe this was happening! And she couldn't believe that what she wanted more than anything at this moment was not to be free, but to be touched. 

She could hear low voices amongst the sound of the falling rain, and she began to shiver. What she felt next was not what she had expected.

Small, soft fingers touched her face. Was she dreaming? She caught a familiar scent- the scent of vanilla. It was Heather. Well, it was the woman she knew as Heather. 

Heather licked Lulu's earlobe and nibbled lightly, as she rubbed her right hand along the hem of Lulu's panties. To her surprise, Lulu rocked her hips a bit and relaxed her legs. She could tell the moisture she felt wasn't from the rain. Heather pulled the panties taught so that they slipped between Lulu's lips. Lulu moaned. Heather removed the panties and threw them to the man. She spread Lulu's legs and pressed first one finger, then two into the tight little pussy in front of her.

"Do you see this?" Heather said to the man.

The man moaned. Lulu could tell now that he was watching, and that he was turned on. She couldn't help but wonder if he was rubbing his cock. And she couldn't help but wonder how big it was. 

She felt Heather's soft hair on her thighs before she felt the tongue on her clit. Heather sucked and nibbled on it, which made Lulu even more wet. 

"Oh, you DO like that, don't you?"

With a thumb on Lulu's clit, Heather shoved her index and middle finger in hard. Then a third, stretching the little cunt. Then four. She pounded her hand in over and over. It was only a moment before Lulu arched her back and screamed in ecstasy.

Lulu felt wave after wave of pleasure as Heather continued to work at her. She felt such relief. 

Before she knew it, Lulu felt her hand being pulled. She could feel the warm, smooth, soft skin of Heather's breast. She eagerly massaged it. 

"Come here," Lulu said softly. 

Heather removed the blindfold and straddled Lulu's face. Lulu could not believe her eyes. It was the most beautiful pussy she had ever imagined. It was already dripping with anticipation as Lulu licked it. She had never licked a pussy before.

As she licked and savored the taste of this beautiful woman, she was suddenly filled. She was filled by the biggest cock she had ever felt!

Filling her completely, and grasping her firmly by the hips, the man forced himself harder and harder into her. Every thrust was painful, but it was a good pain. She wanted more.

Lulu had never felt such complete pleasure and pain in her life. It was all so scary, and so exciting! 

The waves of pleasure swept over her again as she came. Her juices dripped and her head was spinning. She barely noticed as she was untied. 

She heard the truck's engine start, as she was lifted from the truck bed. Her knees would barely hold her, so the man helped her to her car. 

Moments later, Heather and the man were gone. Lulu slept, overwhelmed by the events that had just taken place.

As she awoke, she she the sun rising up over the corn. A car passed by, and she realized that she was naked in her car. She reached in the back seat for her luggage. On top of her suitcase was a box.

Carefully, she removed the thick black ribbon on the package and pulled open the flaps. Beneath the tissue paper was a dildo and a note that read:

"More fun than your hotel room, huh? I know it's been a while, but I can't believe you didn't recognize me! Glad you had fun with the little treat I brought for you. She's sweet, isn't she? -Arekin"

Slowly, she dressed her naked body. She was so sore. She pulled her hair up and started her engine. 

Glancing at the clock, she thought, "6:15am - better check into the hotel quick and grab a shower....ooooo, shower massager......maybe I'll just call in today."



Roadside Romance



I do a lot of driving for my job, I usually put on anywhere from three to four hundred miles on an average day, just going from place to place. I am a road map quality checker, I make sure that distances and road names are accurate. It's a great job and I get to meet a lot of people.

It was on one of these expeditions that I met Shelly. I had just finished up work around Flagstaff, Arizona and was about thirty miles away. I was driving with the window down, the Beasty Boys were on the Radio and I was loving life, cruising along doing about eighty. The wind was blowing through my scraggly brown hair. I pulled into the fast lane to pass a little white Mitsubishi. I noticed long red hair from the back and snuck a peak at the woman driving. My god she was gorgeous; curly red hair, little button nose and full lips. I was in love! Well lust anyway. I kept looking at her as I was slowing down, eyeing her full breasts stretching out the little blue tank top she was wearing.

She caught me looking. I smiled and sped up a little finishing my pass. "I'd like a piece of that." I yelled out loud over my music, not for her to hear, just from my excitement. It gets boring sometimes driving by yourself. The song finished and another one came on, one I didn't like as much, so I turned the radio down. I started day dreaming a little about what I would do to her if I had the chance. I didn't notice the little white car sneak up until it was almost right beside me. I looked over and there she was, checking me out. I smiled a big smile and she smiled back then laughed. The little four-cylinder engine in her car whined as she tromped on the gas and speed off ahead. Was she toying with me? I hoped so. Up ahead her brake lights came on, slowing her down. I caught up fast and pulled up beside her. This time she gave me this look, one that says, "I want you now!" I gave it back, along with a wink. 

She was laughing as she sped away, this time I kept up with her. She pulled to the right and let me pass on the inside, I looked at her and she mouthed, "Fuck me," then rubbed her hand over her breast. I almost went off the road. She sped away again, we must have been doing almost ninety miles an hour, good thing it was a Tuesday afternoon and there was almost no traffic on the Interstate.

I followed her down the highway for about two miles to an off ramp. She turned on her blinker and took the exit. I was right behind her. She came up to the road, and went right, almost cutting off a truck. I watched her head down the road while I waited for traffic to pass. I just pulled out when I saw the little white car turn up ahead. I came to that intersection less than a minute later and saw dust come off a gravel road about a half-mile down. I turned there. She was playing hard to get. The gravel road turned to dirt as it went into a thicket of trees. The road was rutted but I saw fresh tire marks. I drove slowly. I knew I was almost there, and so did the bulge in my pants. 

I turned a corner and there was the little Mitsubishi with the most beautiful hood ornament I had ever seen. The sexy little red-headed driver was sitting on the hood of her car, legs spread with her feet on the bumper, one strap of her top hanging off her shoulder. She was just sitting there smiling, the summer breeze blowing through her hair, and the sun sparkling off her deep green eyes. I almost forgot to put my truck in park when I shut it off. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was sucking on one of her fingers while her other hand lay playfully in the lap of her cut-off jean shorts. She looked longingly at me through the windshield of my truck. I sat there motionless, my cock trying to rip through the thick denim of my jeans. I was finally able to break her sultry gaze and open my door. 

I stepped out and she playfully sucked on one finger while she motioned me to come over with her other. When I got in reach she grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled me in. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hi," she said, then looked down at the bulge in my pants and began rubbing my erection.

I had a clear view down the front of her loose top, large freckled pale breasts were in there just waiting to be released, "hi yourself doll," I said still gazing down her shirt. She caught my gaze and knew what I wanted. She let the other strap slide off her shoulder then let her shirt slip down, uncovering her large soft bosom. I reached down with both hands and cupped their undersides, lifting them up and squeezing them. She undid my belt with a "whap" of leather then popped my button and spread them so my zipper came down. I kept fondling her breasts as she slid my eight inches out of the top of my briefs and began stroking it with both hands. There was no need to prep it, I was harder than I had been since the first time a women took her clothes off in front of me when I was 16!

I leaned over and smelt her hair, it smelled like strawberries, just what I would expect from her bright auburn tresses. While still stroking and massaging my cock she looked up at me and I leaned down to meet her, her green eyes were afire with passion and freeing one of her hands she pulled my head forcefully to hers, kissing me hard, exploring the insides of my mouth with her tongue and I hers. The hood of her car made a popping sound that startled us both a little bit.

"Is it dented?" I asked.

"I don't give a fuck if by the time we're done it's a pile of rusted scrap!" She replied and then moved my hand down to her crotch. Her jean shorts were already undone and I slid my hand down her stomach and into her white cotton panties, a neatly trimmed patch of hair welcomed me as I neared her womanhood. She spread her legs wider letting my hand get deeper into inside her pants, exploring the warm wet wilderness of gange. She moaned as my finger ran over her swollen button, then parted her puffy lips, exposing her velvet strip. I ran my finger between her lips, letting the rough callous at the base of my finger tickle her clitoris. As my finger went down, it slid gently into her anxious canal. She pulled herself into me and buried her head into my chest, gasping for air. I pushed her away and kissed her, she was in the throws of ecstasy and was greedy with my mouth. I broke away and began to move down her face, kissing under her chin, her neck, her chest. I slowly slid to my knees as I sucked on and kissed her soft sloppy breasts. 

She put her legs together slightly allowing me to slide off her shorts and panties, exposing her red muff and sultry love lips to the open air. I could smell the sweet aroma from her rose wafting up to my nostrils. I was ravenous with hunger. I abandoned the taste of luscious watermelon for that of cherries. I nibbled my way down her stomach, letting my tongue lick the flesh gently gathered between my teeth. She giggled as I licked the inside of her belly button, then moaned softly as I came to the outskirts of her passion palace. Her coarse red trimmed hairs tickled my chin as I gently kissed her groin. The dimple in my chin grazed over her clit and she trembled as the slightest touch started off fireworks in her loins. I teased her with my tongue and lips, making her groan in expectation as I kissed all around her groin, except where she wanted my tongue the most. As I moved away to her inner thigh she forcefully grabbed my head in her hands and pushed it between her legs, locking it there with her thighs. I had no choice. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath and then let a gentle breeze blow down her, like the warm breeze blowing through the trees in this desolated place.

My upper lip found her love button, hooked onto it and waited for my lower lip to close around it. I sucked it in, flicking it with my tongue before forcing it out again. My finger found the soft trail leading from her clit to her hole. I ran it slowly down, letting her juices lubricate my fingers before sliding them inside her.

She screamed out loudly and almost crushed my skull as I slid two fingers deep inside her, then bent them as I they came out, all the while giving head to her clit. She grabbed handfuls of my hair as she tried to hold back her fast approaching orgasm. I sped up my finger and tongue work, being sure to find every tender spot that would bring her to her peak.

The flap of bird wings filled the air as they scrambled from the perches on the nearby trees. A convulsion of pure ecstasy like the one she put forth could only truly be realised in a place like this, where no self-consciousness, no inhibitions or fear existed. I had never experienced a woman almost literally explode before. Her back arched off the hood and her legs squeezed so hard together on my head I thought my skull would be crushed, small handfuls of my hair were in between her fingers from where she had pulled them out.

She finally relaxed and slumped on the hood of her car, my knees were bleeding slightly from the rocks embedded in them. All I could hope for as I stood there was that she was going to be able to give me at least half of the orgasm I had given her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me cloudily; pushed herself half erect on her elbows and looked down at my cock pointing straight up in the air. "What are you waiting for big boy?" She asked, "Fuck me!"

I took my queue. She slid herself further down the hood and I pulled her into me by her knees. As my cock pushed up against her still throbbing slit, she winced. I could tell that her body had not yet settled back down. I let go of one of her legs and slid my cock down her crack and into it's home. Each movement caused a shutter. As my cock split her she wrapped her legs around my back, her strong thighs holding me in so I couldn't move. She tightened then relaxed the muscles inside her tomb, holding my cock tight in place, then let it slide out slightly.

She pushed herself up, relaxed her leg vice around my waist and allowed me to start my slow forceful thrusts. She wrapped her arms around my neck, half hanging off of me, half sitting on the hood of her car. Her ass was stuck to the car so she couldn't get the movements she wanted so I could punch deeper into her forbidden forest.

She pushed me away from her, "wait," she said and got off of the hood of her car, there was a slight dent there, a reminder of what we had done, "I have a blanket in the trunk." She walked around to the side of her car, reached through the window and popped the trunk. Her breasts swayed from side to side as she walked and her plump ass jiggled. I needed the break. 

I could feel my juices beginning to boil in my balls, but they were now retreating again, I wanted this to last as long as it could.

My pants were still around my boots; I pulled them up then slipped my boots off, then my socks. Nothing is more pathetic than a man with nothing but socks on. I let my jeans fall again and stepped out of them and walked across the gravel and dirt to the back of her car.

I stood behind her as she dug through the stuff in her trunk for a blanket. I grabbed the side of her hips and she pushed her soft ass into me, my cock fitting neatly into the crack of her ass. She clenched her butt holding my cock in place. She released it and then turned around blanket in hand. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her in kissing her swollen lips.

She laid the thick blanket down in the soft grass behind her car. We both laid down on it, side by side. My cock had lost a little of it's rigidity. She turned around and swung a leg over me, planting her red bush on my face. I could smell myself in her, and taste our sweat on her sweet lips. She moaned as I once again began my tongue work on her. She brushed her curly red hair to the side and bent over my cock.

Her hand gently pushed down the skin from around the head of my member. Her tongue lapped up the small amount of juices, hers, and mine, 

glistening from the top of my cock. She stroked the shaft slowly with her hand while she ran her tongue over the smooth surface of my head, cleaning all of our passion juice off it, then she parted her lips just enough for the tip to pop in. Inside her mouth her tongue flicked my eye, causing me to wince with pleasurable pain.

Each stroke of my tongue over her clit caused her to suck in my cock a little deeper, until I could feel the head of my eight inches tickling the back of her throat, she slurped as she tried to push what was left of my thick cock into her. Then she moved up it again, keeping the seal and sucking hard. Her hand juggled and squeezed my balls. 

When she reached the top again she playfully bit it them moved down again, faster this time, now with the knowledge of how far inside or mouth it would go. She rhythmically pumped my organ with her mouth.

I grabbed handfuls of her ass and pushed her crotch heavier onto my face, still lapping up the sweet juices she was serving, working my tongue over her swollen clit, then around it. I was getting little reaction from her until she let go of my cock from her mouth and sat up. She began grinding her pelvis up and down my face as she pushed into my chest. Small squeals of delight echoed off the nearby hillsides as I gave her her second orgasm of the afternoon.

Once again I was glad for the break from cock stimulation. 

I was on the brink of cumming again when she had stopped. I focused my mind on her orgasm and let my baby makers head back down the shaft to their home. She kept fucking my face, harder and harder, I could feel her body trembling, slowly turning into a sexual seizure. She stopped. Just sat there and trembled, leaning heavily on my body for support as the waves of pleasure passed through her.

When she settled down she laid down on me, her heaving mound still close enough to lick. Each time I did it would quiver a little bit. She looked at my slightly limp cock and once again worked it back to life with her hands. When she was satisfied she inched forward and slid over it, letting the shaft slide along her aching lust. 

When the tip reached her hole she sat up slightly and guided it inside her with her hand, then sat heavily on it, leaning forward to get as much leverage as she could. Her body was slightly weak from the lovemaking we had already had so I grabbed her hips to help her slide up and down my cock. Her insides vibrated around me as her well-lubricated hole devoured it. She clenched her inner muscles holding tight while it slide up inside her. I bucked my hips up to meet her ass as she began to ride me harder and faster. Her ass slapped rhythmically against my groin as she bounced, I could see the edges of her large breasts slightly off to her sides as she repositioned herself leaning back.

I lifted my knees and pushed up my pelvis, impregnating her deep with my manhood, I worked my way back to our former speed, pumping her hard, lifting her ass in the air and dropping it down.

I felt the tingle in my balls begin again, this time I could not stop it. I clenched my teeth and kept fucking her hard. She could tell that I was about to come by the sporadicness of my pace. She reached down and fondled my sack, increasing my inability to hold back the impending flow of love juice. I tried to will it to stop but it began to creep up my shaft.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming." I exclaimed. My toe cramped as I tensed up my body in one last-ditch effort to stop the flow. She quickly dismounted me and positioned herself mouth over my cock. She accepted the first bullet, swallowed quickly and caught the second one on her lips. She took my cock in her mouth once again as it was still erupting hot sex lava from it's crater. She could not get enough, her thirst for my juice was unquenchable. 

When I finally quit cumming she sucked what ever small amount was still pent up inside me, then wiped her mouth on the blanket. She took my softening cock in her hand and slid it inside her again, wanting to feel in erode. I was hoping that it might get hard again, but it didn't. When she could no longer keep my little man inside she laid down on my chest and looked up at me with tired eyes.

We laid there naked on the blanket under the hot Arizona sun until the chill of impending dusk woke us.



Roadside Secret



She was driving a little over the speed limit in a hurry to get to a summer class. The siren alarmed her along with the flashing lights in the rear view mirror. She pulled to the side of the frontage road, her heart was racing. She could not afford a ticket right now. 

The Officer approached her window. "License and registration," he instructed. She handed him her papers and pleaded, "Please don't give me a ticket, Officer. I'll do anything." He ignored her and stepped back to his car. "Fuck!" she exclaimed. She watched him return in the side mirror as she hiked up her skirt to reveal her garter belt. When he leaned in to return her documents, she looked into his eyes and guided his gaze down to her lap. He followed her gaze and did not look back in her eyes as he directed her to get out of the vehicle.

She obliged. He lead her to the side of the road. "Put your hands on the vehicle please," he told her. She did as he said. He commenced to slowly frisk her from top to bottom. He ran his hands down the outside of her arms and back up the inside. Then down her back, across her bottom, over the outside of her thighs down her stockings to her pumps. Then he slowly brought his big, warm hands up the inside of her legs. Up her shins, knees, thighs, hips, over the front of her crotch and to her chest. She clearly had nothing on her. But he continued.

He slid his finger down the front of her summer dress and into each bra cup. He slipped his hands in and ran them over her breasts under her bra. He lifted the back of her dress and ran his hands under the back and sides of her bra. His hands slid down her bare sides and into the waistband of her panties. He reached inside the back and cupped his hands around her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. Then he ran his index finger along the elastic to the front of her panties. 

"Do you have any drugs in your vagina?" he inquired into her ear with a matter-of-fact tone. 

"No, Officer." She was hot and panting and could barely get the words out.

"Mind if I look?" He slid his hands down the front of her panties and pulled her pussy lips apart through her underpants before she could answer. 

"Well officer, I..." 

"I didn't think you'd mind." He swiftly bent her over the hood of the car and handcuffed her hands behind her back. 

He lifted her skirt and outlined the edges of her panties with his fingers, checking meticulously for contraband. He slid his finger along the inside of the crotch brushing his knuckles against her soft hair. She gasped. 

"What am I going to find in here?" he pulled the panties aside and examined the outside of her moistening cunt. "Pot, coke--any other drugs?" 

"No, Officer. Nothing," she gasped at him breathlessly.

"I'll be the judge of that." He pulled down her underpants and left them hanging on one leg. "Spread em!" He kicked her legs open. He leaned his bulge in against her and held her there while he slipped on a pair of latex glove. She gasped again as she heard them snap. He reached between himself and her behind and pulled apart her labia with the sticky, cold gloves. He began to massage the outside of her vagina as he pushed his bulging crotch into her. "What have we here?" He inquired rhetorically. "Let's have a look and see if we can't find something." He attempted sliding his gloved finger into her dry hole and couldn't get in. "You're too dry. I'll have to get you wet." He dropped to his knees behind her and slopped his damp mouth over her crack making loud slurping sounds against her cunt. 

"OH!" She moaned. 

He shoved his damp tongue into her hole and began to smear a gloved finger over her clit. "That's wet enough," he slipped his thumbs into her and pulled her apart slowly. 

"Oh, oh, oh..." she was speechless. 

"Now I can get a good look." He crammed a finger as far into her as it would go and poked it around. He massaged her g-spot for a moment making her back into his hand a few times. He pulled his hand away and stood up, "I don't seem to be finding anything. I'll need something longer." She heard his pants unzip and the unwrapping of a condom. He poked himself in her saying, "This ought to help me find what I'm looking for."

He pumped in and out of her. He held onto her cuffed arms and pulled her to him with each thrust. "I wonder if I'll find what I'm looking for." He humped her harder and leaned down to her ear. "Do you have anything for me? Do you have what I'm looking for? Give me what I'm looking for. Come on, give it to me." He emphasized every other word with a hard thrust. 

"I told you, I don't have anything! oh-god-no," she groaned. 

"I think you do have it. I think you have it right here." He thrust harder. "You have exactly what I'm looking for right in here," his gloved fingers began to spasm over her wet clit. She began to climax and her cunt gripped his pulsing head. He thrust faster and harder, "Oh, yes. There it is. That's what I was hoping to find. Lookie there." He was holding her hair and fucking her hard from behind. "Yeah. Just what I was looking for." He said as he ejaculated into the moist condom. 

"Stay right here or I'll take you in." He went back to his car to clean up leaving her laid open and handcuffed on the hood of her car. When he returned, he took off the handcuffs as he whispered into her ear, "Bribing an Officer of the Law is a crime." He helped her back into the car and waited for her to drive away. 



Roadside Service



Good gracious, Valerie thought, of all nights to have a flat. She stood on the side of the interstate and kicked her Blazer, she felt like screaming but knew that would be absolutely useless. It was a terrible night out and she had had a terrible day at work. She really just wanted to get home, take a long hot shower, munch on whatever she could find in the refrigerator and curl up in her bed with a good book. But now this, a flat tire.

Valerie got back in her vehicle and rummaged through her purse for her cell phone, finding it she placed a call to the Chevrolet roadside service number. The call made her even more frustrated. The bored sounding customer service representative informed her that it could be as much as an hours wait because of the bad weather and so many other service calls. Now she really felt like screaming, but instead she made herself comfortable and settled in for what was apparently going to be a long wait. There was no one else she could call and even if there was she was not about to leave her Blazer parked on the side of the interstate on this rainy, sleeting and icy night. She would just wait. She dozed off listening to the radio and what woke her up was the sound of a vehicle stopping behind hers.

Her windows were iced over so she was unable to see who had stopped, but whoever it was had bright lights shining in her vehicle. She straightened in her seat and reached in her purse for her pepper spray. She could see just a little out her side window and was looking in her side view mirror when the driver side door of the car behind her swung open. She breathed a sigh of relief; thank goodness it was a policeman.

"Good evening ma'am." the officer said.

"Hi Officer. Gosh I am glad to see you."

"Is your vehicle disabled ma'am?" the officer asked.

"Yes, I have called the roadside service, but they said it would take a little while, maybe even more than an hour." Showing the officer the pepper spray Valerie laughed and said, "But I was ready for whoever that was stopping behind me."

"Smart lady." The officer said removing his wide brimmed hat so that Valerie got her first real look at him. She felt her heart pitter-patter in her chest when she looked into the most beautiful big brown eyes she had ever seen on a man. She was staring at him hard while nasty thoughts ran through her head. The officer leaned in closer to her car and she could smell just a slight whiff of his cologne. Valerie checked out the hand that rested on the side of her truck, she had a pet peeve about hands, and saw well taken care of hands. Nice neat nails, no scars and no calluses. "I hate to leave a damsel in distress stranded on a night like this, so if you like you can come back and sit in the cruiser with me. I see your fuel needle is on empty and it would not be smart to keep your engine running until the service guy gets here."

Valerie was still checking this hunk out and it took a few seconds for his statement to register. Glancing at her fuel needle she realized he was right. "Sure, let me get my purse." She unlocked her door and got out pulling her purse out behind her while the officer waited.

"This is a terrible night to be out." the officer said to her. "Are you on your way home?"

"Yes, I am." The officer opened the passenger door for her and as she was turning to get in she saw his nameplate for the first time. Officer M. McCoy it read. "This is so very kind of you Officer McCoy."

"No problem ma'am. No problem at all. It is part of my job duties, to protect and serve." he said before closing the door. Officer Mark McCoy took his time walking around the car to his side. He hated working nights like this; cold, rainy, sleety and icy. Of all the people he could have happened upon that needed his assistance he smiled at the thought of the beautiful women he had just put in his car. 

She was shorter than he usually liked his women but she was fine. She stood about five feet five inches in high heels, and was shaped like an hourglass with a set of knockout legs. She looked prissy though to him, the type that might say don't mess up my hair, or watch the makeup. He could also tell that she was a businesswoman, having observed the attaché with a laptop on the front seat of her vehicle. Well he would converse with her and find out if she would be worth attempting to get to know. Sliding in the vehicle he asked her to hold on a minute while he made a call in to his dispatcher and informed them of his current status and position.

"Sorry for that ma'am, I have to let them know of my status at all times, just procedure."

"No problem. But listen, my name is Valerie, please stop calling me ma'am, it makes me feel old." 

Officer Mark laughed and replied, "I didn't mean to make you feel old, because that you definitely are not. Did you call your husband and let him know where you are? He is probably worried." he was fishing for personal information now.

He is checking me out personally Valerie thought. "I am not married. So there is no one worrying about why I am not home yet."

"Everyone needs someone to worry about them." Officer Mark commented. "But there is no one at home worrying about me either." They looked at each other and a knowing smile passed between them. Mark felt a tingle of excitement trickle through him whenever he looked directly into her smiling face. She looked like a living breathing doll baby. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything Valerie, but has anyone told you today, that you are a beautiful woman?" He could not believe he had said that, but it was true, she was beautiful.

Valerie blushed and looked down into her lap. "Thanks Officer McCoy, that is very nice of you, and no. No one has told me in a long time that I am beautiful. I tell myself everyday, part of my daily affirmations, but it's not the same as having an extremely handsome man like you tell me." she smiled slyly back at him.

They sat in uneasy silence listening to the local R&B radio station, each feeling the attraction between them. Valerie wondered if she could ask for his number while he was in uniform and if he could give it, or maybe she should wait and see if he asked for hers. Mark wanted to ask for her number but knew he shouldn't while in uniform, but he wanted her number. Unsure how to proceed Mark sat and puzzled over his next move.

Valerie feeling a little mischievous glanced at Mark and saw his look of confusion. "So Officer McCoy, what do you do for fun?"

"Please call me Mark. Nothing unusual. Football, basketball and baseball games with the fellows usually. Bar hop on my days off...sometimes, if I feel up to it, if not I do the movies alone or the library. Just the normal boring stuff."

"For sure you've got a woman to break up some of that boredom?"

"Valerie, the truth is, I haven't been with a woman in over four months. I don't even remember how a woman smell."

Laughing Valerie held her wrist under his nose and let him sniff. "That's what this woman smell like." She said grinning slyly.

Taking her hand in his, he pressed his nose to her wrist. "And you smell good." Making a bold move he pressed his lips to her wrist and opening her curled fingers he pressed his lips to her palm. "I haven't smelled or tasted anything that sweet in a long time."

"You should smell me here." Valerie instructed while leaning over and offering him the side of her neck. "I think I taste really sweet there too." Following her suggestion Mark leaned over and pressed his face to her throat. The sweet warm womanly scent that clung to her skin struck him like straight right jab.

He felt his heart quicken and his pulse beat loudly in his ears, before he knew what was happening he and Valerie were locked in a passionate embrace. Their hands were all over each other while their lips and tongues did a dance of their own rhythm. Mark slid across the center console and into the passenger seat while lifting Valerie onto his lap.

Valerie did not know how this was happening, one minute they were talking and now they were passionately embracing. "Do I feel like you remember a woman feeling?" Valerie asked huskily as Mark's hands explored her body. He was massaging her breast through her blouse and kissing along the side of her throat.

"No...you feel better and taste sweeter than I remember." Mark answered in a nervous voice. "We really should stop this now." He said trying to keep the situation in control.

"Why? You don't like feeling and tasting a woman. You said it had been a long time. Well now you have the perfect opportunity, and what better than a cold rainy night like tonight." Sensing his reluctance Valerie decided to take control of this situation. Readjusting so she sat straddled his lap facing him; she slowly unbuttoned her blouse revealing her Victoria's Secret bra and the twin mounds of dark chocolate it held. After removing her blouse she guided his face down to her breast and held him there. Mark covered her breast with kisses while he skillfully loosened the hook in back freeing her breast for his enjoyment.

Cupping each in his hands he covered her right nipple with his mouth and ran his tongue around it before doing the same to the left. He massaged, kissed and nibbled her breast until he heard her moaning in pleasure and felt her grind against his rock hard penis. He knew that this situation was past the point of no return now and whatever was going to happen was just going to happen. 

It was useless for her to try and undress him, underneath his shirt it was mandatory for him to wear body armor, a bulletproof vest, and it would take too much to get out of it. Valerie knew she could not undress his top so she went for his belt. He automatically reached for his gun and removed it from the holster and laid it in the driver's seat. She unzipped his pants and pulled his hard penis free and began stroking the hard length of it. 

"You okay, Officer McCoy? Since you are scared to taste me, can I taste you?" she asked, looking like the cat that was about to eat the canary.

"Yes." He whispered. "Please taste me?" Valerie slid down the seat between his thighs and kissed him along his stomach where the vest stopped. She continued stroking his swollen penis until she saw a tiny clear drop of cum ooze from the tip. "MMmmm." She moaned before sticking out her tongue to lap at it.

"Oh God." Mark said and Valerie could hear his breathing change. He was unable to believe that this was still actually happening. Here he was a thirteen year Officer of the Law with a partially naked woman about to give him head while cars outside zoomed by at 65 miles an hour. This was the stuff that policeman dreamed about happening to them. "That feels so good." He said to Valerie.

"You liked that? How about this?" Valerie asked before running her tongue around the rim of his penis. Mark moaned out loud and reached down and began massaging her breast. Valerie gripped his throbbing penis and guided it into her waiting mouth. She sucked and lapped at the swollen head loving the feel of it on her tongue, tasting the clear fluid that oozed out the tip. Relaxing her throat she took as much of his penis in her mouth as would fit, and begin a hand and mouth rhythm she knew would make him cum.

Mark leaned back and just watched as she went to work. She had some serious skills, and was going at him like a professional. She was working on the head of his penis sucking and teasing it with her tongue while she stroked his length with her hand. When he felt that he could not take anymore of that she would push forward and let him slip into the back of her throat. She was moaning and purring like a cat and he knew that she liked doing what she was doing.

Pulling his nightstick free from its belt loop he extended it and placed it between her legs beneath her skirt. She moaned in appreciation and began rubbing her throbbing clit up and down on the black wooden stick. Valerie continued stroking and sucking at his hard penis, enjoying the feel of it bumping into the back of her throat, loving the velvety feel of the head as her tongue wrapped around it. Mark reached down and guided her head with his hand increasing her tempo. Up and down her head bobbed between his legs, her lips and tongue skillfully sucking and caressing his hardness.

Mark began pumping his hips up to meet her mouth, pushing himself deeper into her throat. She was humming and every time he felt his head against the back of her throat, the vibrations sent shock waves through his body. He was not going to be able to hold back much longer. He looked down and saw that Valerie had one hand between her thighs and was working fast and furious on her clit.

Valerie felt her orgasm building, taking her to the heights of her climax, she felt like she was riding a wave of pleasure and sensation. She could tell by Mark's movements that he was also getting very near to cumming. She worked faster and harder on his penis. Stroking the long hard shaft while taking all of his throbbing manhood in.

Watching her masturbate excited Mark and he abandoned all resolve and reservations and enjoyed the moment. His body tensed and he felt a cool sweat breaking out under the hot body armor he wore. Grabbing Valerie's head he forced himself deep into her furiously working mouth. "Ohhhhhh." He cried out when he felt the orgasmic release. "Oh damn girl. Agghh." he groaned still pumping up to meet her mouth. 

When Mark's penis hardened and expanded in her mouth Valerie lost all thought of space and time, but when she tasted the sweetness that he gave her, she was also carried over the edge to ecstatic bliss. They rode the wave of their orgasms together, floating higher and higher their bodies buoyant and languid.

The sound of tires on gravel is what brought the pair back to the present and aware once again of their surroundings. The windows of the car were so fogged that no one could see in or out. The crackle of a CB radio could be heard and then a door closing. Mark and Valerie both scrambled to straighten their clothes but didn't quite make it before the driver of the vehicle appeared outside the misty driver side window.

"Oh shit." Mark said in a whisper when he glanced around and saw that Valerie was still trying to get her blouse on. She abandoned the blouse and just pulled her overcoat on. There was a knock at the window.

"Roadside service here." Came a male voice through the window.

"Yes." Mark said and quickly exited the car. Valerie could hear the voices of the men talking, and Mark was giving instructions. Right rear tire, he was saying, yes it is flat. No she is in my cruiser keeping warm.

Roadside service, Valerie thought to herself. This is the best roadside service I have ever received. Taking off her panties she took out a pen and wrote her name and number on them, and then wrapped them around Marks gun that now lay in the floor of the car. She finished dressing and got out the car just as Mark was coming towards it.

"Well ma'am seems like you are in good hands now, so I should be moving on." he said sounding all official again. He looked at her longingly though and wanted to say more, but he knew that the service guy knew something had been going on in that steamed up cruiser.

"Thanks Officer McCoy, I enjoyed your company. If I ever break down again, I hope you will show up and keep me safe." Valerie said and ran her tongue across her still sex puffy lips.



Roadside Service



It was dark and pouring as Elizabeth drove home from work, winding through the back country roads she was rapidly beginning to despise. Her windshield wipers were keeping time with the static from the radio- nothing seemed to come in perfectly out here in the middle of nowhere. "What a shock that is", she thought to her self. Suddenly she heard a load roaring noise as a motorcycle came out of nowhere and passed her car, flying around the corner. His tires sprayed a wall of water over her car and in that split moment of blindness she missed a turn and smashed into the guardrail.

"Son of a bitch! That mother fucking asshole!" Elizabeth got out of her car, more angry than upset or scared about the car accident. She went out into the torrential rains to inspect the damage. She was trying to see what she could in her headlights when a low voice spoke behind her.

"It doesn't look to bad." At the sound of his voice she screamed and jumped, whipping around to see a young man in a leather jacket and helmet. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you and had no choice but to pass you, I was going too fast." At that Elizabeth's fear dissipated once again into fury. 

"You son of a bitch!" she shouted as her hand flew out and slammed into his face. The satisfying crack was quickly dampened as a strong hand grabbed her arm and forced it to her side.

"Don't do that again." He said, still holding her arm with more strength than necessary. "I told you I was sorry and I'll take you to the nearest gas station to get help, but do not think of hitting me again or you will regret it." His low soft voice made the threat all the more convincing as he moved closer, standing over her. All she could see were his dark eyes gleaming through the gap in his helmet, the rest of his face covered by the shiny black plastic. 

"I...I'm sorry," she stuttered, momentarily taken about by eyes staring seeming straight through her. "I was just angry, it's a new car, and it's fucking pouring. What do you want me to do?" 

"Nothing. Just put this on and come with me." He sat a second helmet on the hood of her car and walked away towards the bike she now saw parked a bit further ahead along the road. She stared at the helmet, trying to decide what to do. She knew her car wasn't drivable; the whole right front wheel was twisted into a tire/guardrail pretzel. It was completely crazy to drive off with a stranger, yet she needed more information from him. A name, perhaps? And please God some insurance? She sighed, picked up the helmet, and followed.

"Have you ridden before?" he asked as she approached, pulling on the helmet and hooking the strap.

"No, but somehow I think I can figure it out." She said caustically as she stood next to the bike, hoping her sarcasm would mask the terror that was slowly building in her thinking of riding with this clearly unsafe driver on wet roads at night. She realized she was breathing harder than necessary when she saw his eyes lower to her chest, her tshirt soaked and clinging to her every inch, the quick nervous breathing giving her away. She suddenly felt self conscious, knowing he could tell not only that she was scared but that she was cold as her nipples hardened in the chilly rain. 

"Fine then, get on." He said, slowly raising his eyes back to hers, completely unashamed of his blatant staring. She did as he commanded, only to hide herself from his gaze. As she wrapped her arms around his shoulders she shuddered, the heat of his body instantly warming her. Her fear turned to excitement as he pulled away from the edge of the road, adrenaline pumped through her as the bike accelerated. Here she was, clinging to this dangerous man, rain stinging her flesh, adding tiny flashes of pain to her already heightened emotions. She was getting into the ride, loving every turn as it allowed her to hold on even tighter, feeling his muscles through his own wet tshirt, practically sliding her hands over the hard flesh. "Get a grip, Elizabeth, Jesus, he'll think you want to maul him or something, that you're completely insane!" she thought to herself, letting her thoughts wander to getting his name and number, knowing she could call this man, maybe get herself another ride, a look at his sure to be gorgeous face. Lost in her daydreams, she missed him turning off the main road, winding the bike down an even more remote path than they were on before. 

A more basic need broke through her ponderings about 10 minutes later, the need for a restroom. Looking around, she didn't recognize any of the few houses in few. Then she realized that they should have reached the gas station by now, they had been riding at least a half hour. She tapped his shoulder and shouted close to his ear, "Pull over, I have to go to the bathroom!"

He obeyed her, slowing the bike along a dark stretch of forest where she would have some cover. As soon as the bike stopped she pulled off her helmet and harshly said, "Where are we? We aren't on 14 anymore."

"I know," was the reply. "I'm taking a short cut I know to a mechanic friend of mine. He'll help you out for a lot less money."

"Oh, well why didn't you tell me that in the first place? I didn't even bring my purse with me, I don't have money anyway. I was planning on calling a tow truck to just meet me at the gas station and take me back to my car."

"Look, we'll discuss it later, I thought you had something to do?" he said, gesturing to the woods.

She sighed, and stepped off the road, trying to forget her anger and just get this horrible night over with. The rain had tapered off but the ground was complete mush as she walked through the first of the trees, trying to make sure she was completely hidden from his view. She had always hated peeing outside, it was just a joke if you were female. She unzipped her jeans and lowered them, trying to keep them off the mud. As she began to slide her panties down she heard a twig snap and froze.

"Keep lowering them, I can't see your ass through fabric." came that soft low voice that had so frightened her earlier. 

"Go away! This isn't funny." She shouted, trying to cover the tremble in her voice. Instead of hearing him leave the footsteps came closer, until she could feel him standing behind her. 

"I said pull them off. You can't pee through them." His voice was right at her ear, and her whole body began to shake. 

"I can't with you here, please leave me alone." 

"You can, and you will. Now." 

She turned to face him, trying to muster up anger instead of terror. What was he trying to pull? She had to go badly now and the fear was not helping the situation. With a gasp she felt her body release and warmth spill out, soaking her panties. With dismay she saw him lower to his knees and then felt a rough yank as he ripped her panties down. She screamed in shock as she continued to pee, now exposed to him. "Please, what are you doing?" she yelled. He didn't respond, just stared at her pussy as her warm pee flowed over it. She felt herself grow aroused despite her self, realizing that she could make out his appearance in the night. He had left his helmet with the bike, and his face was hard and sculpted, sexy and rough. She was paralyzed as he stared, not moving even though she was finished peeing. The next thing she knew his mouth was on her pussy, licking her clean. She gasped with shock and pleasure as his tongue assaulted her clit, then slid down and entered her, probing her body with its warmth. Her body reacted before she could even think, grabbing his head and holding it in place, forcing him to continue. 

After a few moments he grabbed her arms and ripped them away from his head, pulling her down to his level. He slammed his mouth against hers and she could taste herself on his lips, which turned her own even more. The shock of it all was fading as her hormones took over , causing her to deepen the rough kiss as he pulled her down on top of him, laying down on his jacket which she hadn't even seen him carrying. Roughly he flipped her over and slid his hips higher towards her head, shoving his now hard cock in her face. She resisted slightly but he grabbed her head and as he forced her mouth towards his cock she opened her mouth to accept it. It was big and warm and pre cum dripped from its tip, she licked it as she slid her mouth down over the length of his dick, getting as much of it in her mouth as possible. He was still forcing her head and he picked up the pace, holding her heading as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Slightly gagging but loving it she continued to suck as best she could while he fucked her mouth, her pussy soaked now with anticipation. He pulled out and she got a chance to beg, "Fuck me, please, fuck me." 

In response he yanked apart her legs and slammed his now rock hard cock into her pussy, the length of it disappearing inside her as she screamed. He was larger than anyone she had been with and pain mixed with the pleasure of having her aching pussy satisfied. He began to fuck her at a furious pace, slamming his entire length in her each time, his balls slapping into her ass. She held him tighter and tried to keep up, the sensations overwhelming her. Her clit begged for more attention and she began to massage it with her fingers while he continued his attack, he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders enabling him to slide in even deeper. 

"Oh god, yes, fuck me!" she screamed, and he slammed himself into her even harder, moaning as he did in his own pleasure. 

"Oh, god, I'm going to cum!" she cried as the sensations quickly overwhelmed her, his hard cock pushing her over the edge. She was so close when she felt his dick pulse inside of her and warm cum shot into her, spurt after spurt filling her. The thought of his cum inside her sent her over the edge and her pussy clenched around him, milking the last of his cum as she came. 

Reality quickly set back in as she came down from her orgasm and took a second look at her surroundings, a dark wet forest in the middle of bum fuck nowhere with a strangers cum dripping out of her. 

"Oh my god, what did we just do? I can't believe you did this to me!" she shouted as she pushed him off and grabbed for her jeans, sitting in the mud a few feet away. She didn't even remember taking them off completely. She hastily pulled them on as he zipped up his own with a smile. 

"I didn't do anything but watch you piss and thank you for letting me see." He said, picking up his jacket and walking back towards the road. She stood in the woods, shocked at her own behavior. What had she been thinking? Fear had caused her to forget herself. Her shock grew as she heard the roar of his motorcycle.

"Wait!" she screamed, running towards the road. "You can't leave me here!" She reached the side of the road in time to see his taillight dimming in the distance. 

"Unbelievable!!! That fucking bastard!" she screamed, walking down the road a few feet in complete frustration with herself. As she followed a turn in the road she nearly walked into a car smashed into the guardrail. The fucker had simply driven in a circle. Completely done now, she opened the door, picked up her cell phone, and called her husband.



Roadside Show



We chatted twice through e-mail and then I called her cell. She confirmed my intentions and got to hear my voice. We agreed to meet for a drink at a midway point and if all checked out, we'd go to a nearby hotel. She arrived at the bar wearing a low scooped top advertising her ample breasts and a form fitting skirt, showing off a delicious full ass. I was very interested and our small talk was punctuated with soft touches and progressively hungry glances.

We left and drove the quarter mile down to the Executive Microsuites, bordering the busy 101. By luck of the draw we had a room all the way at the end, facing the freeway, on the third floor. On entering the room, the first thing I noticed was the settee under the picture window. I wandered over and pressed down on the cushion, glancing back with a wicked smile and a laugh. We proceeded to kiss, standing beside the bed, first tentatively then with more ardor. I pulled away to take a quick shower to get all clean and fresh. She broke down the bed and waited for me.

Slipping up next to her as she lay on her tummy, I caressed, kissed and massaged her. I poured a little oil on my hands and kneaded her muscles to the sound of her submissive sighs. Her legs parted to my gentle urging and my pinkie glanced up and around her lips. she shifted back, exposing more of her to my ministrations. My fingers circled and rolled her puffy engorged outer lips as her hips shifted back more. I positioned myself behind and penetrated her now wet hole, while kissing her soft thighs and full tush. I began a slow steady rhythm, twisting my fingers, my thumb grazing her hardening clitty. She moaned loudly, nearly startling me, as my tongue slipped down her ass crack to tease and swirl around her puckered rosebud. My fingers went faster and faster, until I felt her pussy gush and spasm. Her aching shuddering O was a wonderful reward and a presage of things to come.

We cuddled for a bit on the stripped bed, her body radiating heat and sex. She slid down and lapped at my twitching hard-on, engulfing it in her wet warm mouth. After a short spell, I urged her "I want to take you by the window..." She looked up at me, cock filling her mouth, and hummed agreement. 

Angela mounted the settee, her ass and pussy splayed before me. I sheathed up my stiff cut cock and moved behind her. Out the open drapes I could see the heavy slow traffic on 101 crawling by. I rubbed my cock slowly up and down her wet pink slit and pushed it in with a mutual "OHHHH!"

Outside, I could see the cars stopped or crawling by. We were not more than 50 feet from the freeway, exposed to all the travelers. In addition, there were three maids taking a break under a tree across the parking lot. One looked up and grabbed her friend's attention. 

"You like to be getting fucked doggy while you show your swaying breasts to all those people, don't you Angela?!" My grunts interspersed my running commentary as I reached below to circle her nub in my two fingers as my thick cock filled her wet pussy.  

"Yes, yes... I'm a slut! I love it! That's it, fuck me faster!" Her mumbling profession grew in volume as my balls slapped into her with each stroke. 

The young Mexican maids were mesmerized as I pounded Angela in long strokes. Her pendulous breasts swayed wildly as she pressed closer to the window. Cool conditioned air caressed our hot genitals as we fucked, wantonly, openly, exposed to the people below. She came is a loud shudder, my own orgasm not long behind. We uncoupled and slipped back to the bed in a gale of laughter and kisses. 

That afternoon continued for another two hours, trying it in many positions and speeds. We languished in 69 for perhaps twenty long minutes. What followed were the best 8 months of an affair. We both brought new partners into our play and experimented with more exhibitions and other kinks. Alas, she moved away and despite a lingering e-mail relationship, all good things come to an end. Nothing could match that first Roadside Show. 



Roadside Stand



On the back-roads of upstate New York, there are a lot more things going on in some of those sleepy rural areas than meets the eye, or at least that was the way in was back in the 60's. Take the Brennan farm in Trenton Falls, for example.

...

This was going to be the third time that I had driven up Neversink Road this afternoon. The first time that I had gone past the Brennan farm, Jenny had been sitting in her lawn chair behind the table of produce, and she waved when she saw me approach. Jenny seemed disappointed when I changed my mind at the last minute, waving back at her and stepping on the accelerator.

The second time I went back the Brennan farm, there was a beat up Studebaker parked off the road next to the stand. I didn't recognize the car, but since Jenny wasn't at the stand I knew where the driver was. In the barn with Jenny.

I felt a twinge of jealously as I sped past, wondering what the guy was doing with Jenny. Judging by the shape of the car, I was pretty sure he was going the cheap route, but then again you never know. Here I was driving a rusty Ford Falcon and I was planning on going top shelf with Jenny. What I was going to get nobody else even knew about, I reckon. 

The Ernie Charles Special, I called it. It wasn't on the menu, that was for sure, and when I had suggested it Jenny had to ask her father how much to charge for it. Ten dollars came the verdict from Daddy. 

That's a lot of money for a 63 year old retiree living on Social Security and a skimpy pension, but then again, it isn't like I have a lot of vices. A nightly snort or two of bourbon, a cigar on special occasions, and Jenny. That's it.

As I made the long loop around Trenton Falls, I thought back to how I had found out about the Brennan farm, and about Jenny. The roadside stand had been around for many years, and I had never paid it any mind. Back then I thought it actually was a vegetable stand. Of course, up until my wife Clara passed away, there wasn't any need for me to know about it.

Jenny was the youngest of the four daughters George Brennan had. I suppose that the elder three had flown the coop, most likely the first chance they got. Farming isn't easy, and when you add on the responsibility of running the vegetable stand on weekends, let's just say that it wasn't the ideal situation for a young lady.

I barely remember Jenny's older sisters, except that they were all tall and pretty girls with rosy cheeks, golden hair and butts that filled out their Wranglers to capacity. Jenny was sort of the runt of the litter in the Brennan family.

Oh, Jenny was tall alright, probably near six foot tall like her sisters, and she had the same strawberry blonde hair that they did, but that's where the similarity ended. Jenny was rail thin, built sorta like Olive Oyl on the Popeye cartoons, and not very pretty either. Some might even say downright ugly, but not me. I thought she looked real fine, and who am I to complain about looks? I'm a 63 year old guy who looks every bit of it.

It took about ten minutes to make the long circuit back to the Brennan farm, and that was plenty of time for the last guy to finish his business and leave. You weren't supposed to stop if there was another car at the stand, I had found out. Daddy didn't like that, according to Jenny.

And you didn't take longer than five minutes either, I had been told. Much longer than that, and Jenny said that Daddy got angry and would sometimes come in and find out what was taking so long. That didn't appeal to me, and besides, I was so revved up and horny come Saturdays that I never lasted long anyway.

There she was. Jenny was alone at the stand, and this time I pulled over onto the side of the road. Jenny got up out of the bent lawn chair and assumed her usual position as I slowly made my way up to the stand, my legs creaking a bit from sitting in the car for so long.

"Afternoon Mr. Charles," Jenny said in her drawl that sounded kinda dumb for a northern girl, but maybe she was trying to imitate Ellie Mae from the Beverly Hillbillies TV show. "Thought maybe you weren't going to stop by today, seeing how you went by before."

"Forgot something at home," I lied, and although I had told myself that I wasn't going to stop today, I knew that I would eventually. Rain or shine, I knew I would stop every Saturday and be pulling my wallet out of my back pocket while looking at the produce on the table.

Tomatoes, potatoes - hell, I had plenty of that stuff at home. It was Jenny I wanted, or at least as much of her as I could afford, and as I nervously fiddled with a tomato I didn't want, Jenny did as she always did, reaching up and holding onto the rail above her head.

I did as I inevitably did, raising my eyes to follow Jenny's movements that exposed all of her that you could see for free. The red and white checkered shirt would open slightly, exposing the inside parts of Jenny's titties. You could call it cleavage except Jenny's breasts were so small that there wasn't any valley between them to speak of.

My eyes strayed to Jenny's arms, long skinny limbs that were bronze up to the bicep in what we knew of as a farmer's tan. In this shirt, with the sleeves torn off, Jenny's pale upper arms were exposed, along with her bony shoulders, and as she posed there my eyes took in the wild sprays of strawberry blonde hair that sprouted out of the deep recesses of Jenny's armpits.

"Daddy don't think women should shave anything," Jenny had told me when I had first commented on the abundant hair under her arms. "He says that we should be natural."

George Brennan was probably the worst train-wreck of a father that a girl could have and deserved to rot in hell, but he was right about that. Every time I saw Jenny's armpits I was reminded of my Clara and how she would enjoy how I would play around with hers.

"So what looks good today, Mr. Charles?" Jenny asked, breaking me out of my daze.

I smiled and fished around my wallet for the right bills. A ten and a five. When I pulled the bills out Jenny smiled.

"The Special," I said as I handed Jenny the money, and her freckled hand came down and took the bills, stuffing them into her jeans pocket and nodding for me to follow her back to the barn.

...

Jenny Brennan had a price list for the produce, but the menu for the other stuff wasn't written down. I knew the prices by heart, and they hadn't changed since I started stopping here last year after first getting wind of it.

"Jenny's her name. She's no beauty queen. Nothing like her sister Jill was, but still better than doing it yourself," Chester Hood had whispered to me one time during one of my rare stops at the South Trenton Pub, or STP to the locals. "Tell her that you don't see anything you like on the table, and she'll give you the score."

I hadn't really believed old windbag Chester, but after I stopped that following Saturday and did what Chester had told me to do, Jenny did indeed give me the score.

"Three dollars for the hand," Jenny had told me, which was what I went for that first time.

I had been led back to the barn, which was like every other barn I had been in, except for the back stall, where a horse long gone probably used to reside. There, a chair and an old couch were placed against the back wall, with a worn rug on the dirt floor. 

Jenny had me take my pants and shorts down and took me over to the couch, holding a bottle of Corn Huskers Lotion in one hand and coaxing some of it into her other.

"Aren't you going to get a little comfortable yourself?" I suggested.

"I can take my shirt off - ain't wearing no bra - but that's five dollars more. I got little ones, but they're real perky."

I nodded, passing on that for this time.

"Pull up your shirt a bit," Jenny advised as she looked at my equipment. "Sure do have a big one, don't you mister?"

I don't know how big it is, and I suspected she said that to everybody, but it was still nice to hear. Even nicer were Jenny's hands, which worked over my cock with such skill that even though I was nervous and was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get it up, she had me hard in less than a minute.

After that, I was powerless to keep from cumming. The incredible way Jenny's hands squeezed my nuts and milked my cock had me ejaculating all over myself in seconds flat. Jenny giggled as the cum kept spurting out of me long after it should have ended.

"Guess it's been awhile," I said while Jenny grabbed a roll of paper towels and cleaned me up, and that was almost as good as the hand job had been, with the young lady even meticulously cleaning the goo from under my foreskin before declaring me done.

"I'll be back," I promised Jenny.

"I'll be here," Jenny said, neither enthusiastically or morosely. Just a statement of fact.

...

"Boy Jenny, you look extra pretty today," I said as I got as comfortable as was humanly possible on the lumpy old couch.

Above me, Jenny was undoing the last of the buttons of her blouse, exposing her skinny torso, ghostly pale except for a little V at the neck and her arms from the bicep down, which were deeply tanned.

"I think maybe you might be extra horny today, is more like it," Jenny said with a smile as she saw my cock, which was already at half mast.

That might have been a result of looking at Jenny's titties, which were the reason I spent the extra five dollars it took to get Jenny's shirt off. They were little, about the size of apples, and on her long and lean body they looked even smaller than they were. Her puffy aureoles took up nearly the whole breasts, and were worth the price of admission.

My hand cupped Jenny's breast as she calmly knelt next to the couch, letting me play with her titty for a bit. The plump nipple responded in my palm, getting even fatter, which made me smile. Finally Jenny prepared me for my "special", but it didn't take long because I was almost hard by the time her slender fingers wrapped around my cock.

"Didn't recognize the car that was here before," I mentioned casually while Jenny pulled down my foreskin and began to slowly stroke my cock.

"Never saw him before," Jenny said casually. "He bought a hand. Had a real tiny pecker. Nothing like yours, Mr. Charles."

Jenny would never mention names, but would occasionally throw in little morsels of business information like that for effect, and when she saw my cock was fully erect she casually lifted her arm for me.

The wild spray of strawberry blonde hair that sprang out of her armpit was just a bit moist, and it was the scent of that faint trace of perspiration along with the aroma of Ivory soap that filled the air when my fingers raked through Jenny's underarm.

Jenny purred like always, smiling a bit as she saw my expression change from the kindly old coot to the randy pervert as my fingernails slid through the untamed jungle, prepping the lush forest for the next phase.

"How's that, Mr. Charles?" Jenny after she had leaned forward and slipped my cock under her arm and began to bagpipe me.

"You know how it is," I grunted, looking down as the head of my cock popped in and out of sight, the knob surrounded by that sweet strawberry blond fur.

It wasn't the feeling of the act that did it for me, because while the warmth and moistness of her underarm felt nice around my cock, it wasn't any better than her hand. Instead, it was the visual aspect of it that got to me, and actually doing it instead of just reading about it in that book, The Joy of Sex, was magnificent.

"Oh, Mr. Charles," Jenny said. "Your cock is drooling already. I better slow down or else you'll cum too fast. Don't want that to happen, do you?"

"No," I managed to grunt, my vision getting blurry from the sweat pouring down from my brow. "Want to meet you sometime Jenny. Take you out on a date."

"I can't do that," Jenny said. "Daddy wouldn't let me do that."

"Sneak out," I said, wanting to kiss her so badly.

"What would we do?"

"Anything you want," I said. "What do you like to do?"

"Can't tell you that," Jenny teased. "You would think I was disgusting if I said the things I would like you to do to me."

"No," I wheezed, glancing down to watch the cum drooling out of the beet-red head of my cock like it was a leaky faucet. "I wouldn't. Tell me. Please."

"Well, what I would really like you to do to me is to take my panties off and lick my pussy first."

"Your pussy," I grunted. "Is it hairy?"

"Course it is," Jenny giggled. "Then after you get we all wet I would want you to put me on all fours and spread my bottom with your hands and lick my you know what."

"Tell me."

"Daddy don't like me to curse," Jenny said, squeezing my cock tighter in the fold of her arm.

"Please," I whined.

"Okay," Jenny said, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I'd want you to lick my... asshole. Put your tongue inside of me."

"Your asshole," I choked, my heart racing. "Is it hairy too?"

"What do you think?" Jenny cooed. "Course then, after you got it all slick you'd have to put your dick up in there, but be careful because yours is so big. Ooh! There you go!"

I was cumming as Jenny spoke, my cock spurting out a few jets of milky white cum onto my belly before it just oozed out of me. The sap was still drooling out of my dick as it began to delete, and it was then that Jenny took it out of the steamy fold of her armpit and milked what remained inside of me, finally pinching the head of my dick hard until it retreated back under the foreskin.

"Gonna need two towels today, Mr. Charles," Jenny declared as she reached for the roll and dried off my cock and stomach as best she could before standing up and putting her blouse back on.

"Was it good for you, Mr. Charles?" Jenny asked as she watched me get to my feet very slowly and try to get myself together.

I had gone from being a 63 year old man to feeling like a kid again in the course of five minutes, and now I felt like I was 100. My body ached as I pulled my pants up under Jenny's watchful eye, and most likely her father's as well.

"I love you, Jenny," I whispered to her as she escorted me out of the barn. "Let me take you away from all of this."

"Mr. Charles," Jenny said. "You're sweet. You gonna come back to see me again I hope? Real soon too. You're my favorite customer."

"I will," I said as we went out into the bright sunshine.

I got to my car and drove away, looking at Jenny through my rear view mirror as I left. When I had gotten out to the main highway, I stopped at the South Trenton Pub for a beer and a bump before heading home.

I took the long way, past the Brennan Farm, and saw Lester Hammond's pick-up truck parked at the stand. I accelerated as I drove by, the jealousy burning my neck as I went past, vowing to never go back there again. 

Jenny didn't love me. To her I was just another guy getting off in her barn. Asshole Lester Hammond was in there, probably putting a rubber on his pecker and getting head. No more for me, I vowed. I was through with Jenny.

All bullshit, I knew. Next Saturday I would be right back out there, probably just going for the three-dollar hand job because it was getting near the end of the month and money would be getting tight.

That would be alright though, because Jenny would tell me lies and I would get off, and just like Chester Hood had said, it was better than doing it yourself.



Roadside Trouble



So Kim's driving across country on her way to meet Dan, this really great guy that she met online.

They seemed to connect on so many levels, that it was crazy. Movies, books... and more importantly, what turned them on.

Kim was getting wet just thinking about it. The things they had talked about. Jealousy. Getting spanked. Fucking in public.

Kim looked down at the speedometer, and realized that she was going over the speed limit. In thinking of Dan, and the dirty things she wanted to do with him, her foot had pressed down harder on the gas pedal, her subconscious literally driving her to get to him more quickly. 

All of a sudden, the car jolts, and Kim hears the familiar "flub flub flub" of a flat tire. Oh well, at least she was close enough she could call Dan to come help here. Their first time meeting would be at the side of a highway, instead of at his home.  

Kim calls Dan, tells him the situation and where she is located, and turns on the radio to chill until Dan gets there. She thinks more about the fun they are going to have together.

* * * * *

She lets one of her favorite scenarios play in her head. Kim had brought along one of her favorite outfits, a very short skirt with a white oxford shirt, and knee high stockings with heels. With her hair pulled up, and her dark plastic glasses, she would make the perfect little librarian. 

She couldn't wait until Dan found her in some remote corner of the library, and told her that she was putting books back in the wrong place. She didn't know what she was doing, and needed to do better than that. Kim would have to learn her lesson. 

Dan pushed Kim against the bookshelves, running his hands from her breasts down to the hem of her skirt, and then underneath.

"You little slut. Not only are you not wearing any underwear, you're already wet!" He takes his fingers and puts them in her mouth, letting Kim taste her desire. He kisses her hungrily, pushing her so hard into the bookshelves she whimpered. 

"You like that? You like how it feels to be pushed around? It's time for you to learn to follow direction and do what you're supposed to do."

He turns her around to face the bookshelves, making her place her hands on them and lean in, so her little white ass took out.

"What are you doing? What if someone walks by?" Kim whispered loudly.

"Be quiet. I'm going to teach you what little librarians get when they don't do what they should." Then Dan smacks her ass so hard you can see his handprint.

"Dan! Stop! Someone's going to hear this, I don't want to be caught!" Kim utters in a frantic tone.

"Shut up, or I will hit you loud enough someone will hear!" Dan whispered in her ear.

Dan then gently rubs the spot where his hand had landed. Removing his hand, he waits a moment, and then smacks her other cheek. Kim whimpers, and a tear rolls down her cheek.

Dan again caresses the spot where his hand had just landed. But instead of removing it this time, he slides his hand gently down her soft crack, to where he feels a growing wetness. Kim moves her pussy to rub it against his hand. 

"You like that, do you?" Dan says as he gently teases her wet little pussy with his fingers, lightly rubbing her slit, and tracing around her wet hole without actually going in. He swore he could feel her getting wetter, the little cunt. 

Kim is squirming against his hand, trying to get him to make some real contact, to penetrate her with one of his fingers.

Kim begs. "Please Dan, I need you inside of me, filling me!"

"I'll fuck your tight little hole when I am ready to, you little whore!" He told her.

Dan teases her for a few moments longer with his hand, while very quietly unzipping his pants and taking out his raging hard on.

He grabs on to her side with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to her drenched pussy. He teases her little hole, just rubbing the tip of his dick up and down her slit, and then just grabs on to her hips with both hands, and then rams his cock all the way in. 

Kim gasps at this sudden intrusion.

Daniel continues to pound away very forcefully, while Kim holds on to the shelves for support. He reaches underneath, and rubs at her little clit. The sensation makes her tighten so much around him that he has to cum, but he wants to try and hold it off. 

Dan pulls out of her pussy, and uses his fingers to lubricate her tight little asshole, sliding them in and out as she pushed back against his fingers.

"Please fuck me there baby, I need it so bad!" She cries.

Dan asks, "You need it? Tell me how much you want it."

"I need to be fucked in the ass so bad, I need to feel your dick all the way in me, and have you cum inside of me." She said.

So Dan positions his dick right at the tight little ring, and then rams it in, in one quick movement. Kim squeals.

"Shut up you stupid cunt, do you want someone to hear you?" Dan said as he started to slowly fuck her in the ass.

He moved very slowly in and out of her, while holding her butt so she couldn't move back to force him in farther. She cried and pleaded for him to be rough, but he wanted to take his time and make her crazy.

Finally Dan can take it no longer, and grabs her ass so hard that his fingernails dig in, and buries himself in her up to the hilt. He starts slamming her hole, one quick pump after another, until he releases his hot load into her ass, filling her completely. 

Dan pulls out, and straightens himself up. "Get yourself together, you look like a mess."

Kim quickly looks herself over, and straightens her hair and skirt. The area stunk of sex. A pleasant reminder for them of what just happened.

* * * * *

A rapping on the window brings Kim out of her reverie. It's Dan! A giant smile comes over her face, and she gets out of the car and leaps right into his arms.

"What were you doing? I had to knock on the window a few times to get your attention." Dan asked.

"Oh, you know. Daydreaming. Maybe I'll tell you later." Kim said with a wink.

So Kim goes to sit in Dan's car, while he changes her tire. When finished, he comes around to the passenger side where she is sitting, and she gets out to see him.

Not being able to hold herself back, she kisses him passionately, letting her hands roam over his body, and then caressing his swollen package. Dan opens the car door, and bends her over the passenger seat, turning her little skirt up over her ass. 

"Glad to see you followed direction, my girl." He said as he saw that she had no underwear on, and she had a smooth shaven pussy. He took his cock out of his pants, and rubbed it up and down her smooth pussy, spreading her juices over her opening. 

Dan pushes his cock just inside of her, and starts to fuck her gently. Kim is going wild at this point, she is so turned on. Dan pumps in and out of her until he starts to feel that familiar tightness that comes before a woman's orgasm. So, he fucks her harder. Dan pounds away at her on the side of the road, until they come together, Kim bucking wildly, and moaning loudly. 

Dan pulls out, and they compose themselves so Kim can follow him back to his place. On the way back, Kim has this satisfied smile on her face, thinking of what she just experienced, and what was still in store...