2 comments/ 95541 views/ 5 favorites Road Head By: Sean Renaud Karen had spent the whole day smiling the entire day in anticipation. She'd even gotten up extra early to make sure that her hair was done into those beautiful crimson curls that always got compliments. She'd chosen a pink and black camouflage patterned strapless top and a short netted black skirt for the occasion. The caramel hued beauty didn't normally wear any make up but today she had her eyes done up in a green eye-shadow named sage and glossy red lipstick as well. The occasion was her knew friend, Mark, was coming over to detail her car. That was his plan at least but she had other intentions for the six-foot two slender blond with the cool blue gaze. Karen was pretty sure that her car would be involved with whatever happened but it was probably going to be more dirty than clean. She'd been sitting at her computer, idly exchanging instant messages with her boyfriend and master; Kris when the doorbell had rang. She'd literally knocked her chair over in excitement as she shot up and bounded to the door. There he was, exactly how she'd hoped he would arrive. A black wife beater hung loose around his narrow frame half tucked into a pair of jeans that had been black in a former life but now were closer to gray. His blonde hair was done up into gelled spikes that made his hair look almost brown. "Ready?" He asked with a smile stepping into the house and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her brow. It was difficult to see the blush that rushed over her body but it was impossible to conceal the cheesy grin that came with it. Her voice had temporarily fled as she looked down over his body chewing on her lower lip. "Yeah, well I was mostly gonna watch and organize my CDs." She said finally bringing her finger between her lips. "Alright." Mark smiled turning and walking back toward her black Jetta. "Where's the hose?" Karen pulled her finger from her lips to point before quickly returning it. She couldn't believe how much she wanted this; it wasn't like she needed sex. She'd been with her Master only the day before. She needed him. There was something about the way he stared at her, something about that icy blue gaze that captivated her. Mark glanced over at Karen and half smirked as he picked up the hose and started toward her car. He knew the look on her face, it was the same look she'd had when they'd gone out to eat with his friends. It was the same look she gave him when they'd been sitting in the back of his best friend's truck getting drunk off cheap beer. It was the same look she gave him whenever he walked by and he knew exactly what it meant. Mark knew he wasn't there to clean the car. Oh that would get done too, he'd already decided he wanted to see how far he could push her but that wasn't why he'd come over. He turned the hose on and slowly worked his way around the car. "Wait!" Karen screamed running up behind him. "I need to get inside." She said waiting till he pointed the water from her car to climb into the passenger seat and grabbed her CD's. "D12, Eminem and Obie Trice all belong together. Then MA$E, P. Diddy and Lil' Kim." She muttered as she organized her CD's according to label. She was about to start in on her rock when she looked up. Only the glass was separating her from him. He was already soaked through from cleaning the car, the shirt clinging to his smooth stomach. His nipples were poking through the shirt and the thought of tasting them already sent a quiver through her pussy. Her jaw almost dropped at the sight of his cock, now perfectly framed in dripping denim. He was definitely well endowed, probably as big as her boyfriend from the look of it. She hadn't noticed that she was staring until he tapped the glass and setting her already fluttering heart to a racing speed. He motioned for her to roll the window down and slowly she cranked it down. "What?" She asked. "I'm done." He replied with a sweeping motion. "Wanna look it over?" She did want to look something over but her car definitely wasn't on her mind any longer. Karen hoped he couldn't see her grinding her legs together desperately trying to relieve the excited ache between her thighs. "Get in the car." "But I'm all wet." He grinned stretching slightly and leaning over. Karen bit down on her lip again watching the tip of his hard cock peek over the band of his pants. "Put down a towel. I'm hungry." Karen replied reaching into the backseat and draping a towel over the driver's seat. Mark pretended to consider it for a moment as he savored the fire in her eyes. Then he just shrugged and consented striding around the car and climbing in. "What do you want to eat?" He asked as he adjusted his seat all the way back leaning back and starting up the car. "I dunno, you choose." She shot back coyly trying her best hide behind her cascade of curls covering her face. Of course it served more to make her look like a vixen than shy, it didn't even conceal her eye as it continued to roam over his flesh. "Go on." Again he gave her that lopsided grin without completely turning to face her. "And just so you know we're eating at Subway." There was only one Subway and it was a good fifteen minutes away on the freeway. Mark was too busy driving to see the mischievous smirk creep over her painted red lips. Karen quickly unfastened his pants and tugged them open enough to get a better look at his cock. It was a shade darker than the rest of him; almost the color of caramel and pushing free of his still soaked boxers. That evil smile only widened as she wrapped her fingers around the piece of flesh and started slowly pumping her fist over it. Karen's tongue slipped between her lips moistening them again as she stroked him. This wasn't Karen's first lover, she'd bedded a few before coming to him but this was her first Caucasian. It was the first time she seen a white dick and it amazed her. Already the tip was starting to turn purple from the blood and glisten with pre-cum before he even acknowledged her. He was doing a pretty good job of ignoring the black woman to his write until she started concentrating entirely on the tip rubbing his pre-cum around for lube and then more squeezing than pumping. His organ slipped easily through her grasp faster than she could pump finally drawing a light gasp from him. Mark only turned slightly towards her his lopsided half smile becoming a full smirk as his body tensed up. You wouldn't know he was getting a hand job by the look on his face or the way he continued to weave through traffic. The only real indication was his stomach, tightened so much that his abs had become a barely visible six pack. "Bet you won't give me road head." He teased throwing right arm back over the seat to get it out of her way. She didn't need to be dared to suck. Karen had practically been waiting for permission to escalate things. In just a few seconds she'd adjusted her own seat back and moved onto her knees with her head in against his stomach. Inches from her lips she continued to pump his cock grinning at the glistening tip. It was really her first white cock and for the moment she was enjoying just staring at the smooth piece of meat. Finally she wrapped her lips around the head and started flicking her tongue all around it. He really was packing and as long as her boyfriend/master but not quite as thick as started slurping her way down over his shaft. As the inches of rock hard flesh slipped into her gullet she could feel his excitement grow. Karen purred lustily as she paused with roughly three inches of a seven-inch cock in her mouth enjoying the perfectly smooth texture before moving on. Mark's grip on the steering wheel tightened into a death grip as the ebony princess serviced him at sixty-five miles per hour. He knew a few of the eighteen-wheelers and lifted trucks had gotten a pretty decent view of the action from this side. Those on the far side of the vehicle had gotten to stare at her mocha hued ass since that skirt of hers had ridden up the moment she leaned over. It didn't matter to him one bit that he was seen getting road head from a beautiful black woman at eleven o'clock in the morning. His only concern was that he wasn't sure how long he could hold out against those painted lips and he wanted to fuck. He also didn't want her to stop as he brought his hand from the back seat and started running it gently through her hair. That was Karen's weakness. After four years with her Master pulling, yanking and stroking her hair anything touching her hair instantly turned her on. This time it only served to stoke the flames her pussy so wet that her aroma was filling the car as she sucked. She could literally feel his pulse through his cock pressing rhythmically against her tongue as she pushed the rest of his shaft past her lips. Karen could never do this for her master, he was just to thick to slip into her throat but Mark was just right. Her eyes were watering and she was consciously restraining a gag but she'd done it and pressed her nose to his stomach. She backed up enough to get a breath and then plunged back down onto his cock again taking it entirely into her throat. Mark's eyes had drifted shut as he just enjoyed the feeling of her sucking and the sounds of her slurping his cock. He didn't even notice that he was drifting until a blaring horn yanked him back from the edge of rapture. He took a deep breath and stared around him. He'd missed his exit but obviously didn't care. He just exited the freeway at the next off ramp and drove down one of the dozens of dirt roads in the area pulling up along side a tree and leaning back. Karen smiled as she pulled her lips up dragging them over his shaft the entire way making certain to smear as much of her red lipstick over it as possible on her way up. "Kinda tired." "Then lets fuck." Mark suggested with his usual one-sided grin and peeled his shirt up over his head tossing it into the back seat. Karen grinned pulling her top off as well then shimmying out of her thong as he dragged his pants down over his legs. As soon as she'd gotten free of her panties Karen scooted up and over so she was straddling her seats. He climbed up on top of her guiding the tip of his dick into her dripping cunt. "Don't tease." She begged wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down against him. Karen loved the way he felt against her, his smooth stomach and chest crushing her breasts down with each thrust. The smile had long since melted into a wordless moan of pleasure as he rapidly pumped against her. The entire car was rocking as he thrust into her balancing on the tips of his toes and across the seats. Beneath him he watched as her tits bounced beneath him and her eyes shut as she pawed his back. Somehow she'd managed to remove her shoes and roll down the windows during the action. He only noticed because she had stuck her feet out the windows while they fucked. "Mmmm I'm gonna. I'm gonna." Karen chanted as she started getting close to her orgasm. Mark could feel it already, her muscles squeezing tight around him and her eyes squinted shut. "I'm gonna cum!" She shouted in his ear wrapping her legs around him and drawing him deeper into her. Slowly she relaxed and lay back unraveling her legs as she smiled up at him. Her reddish hair was covering her face. "Mmmm don't stop." She purred arching her back as he pulled his cock out of her. "Turn over." She smiled and obeyed. Still straddling the seats as she got to her hands and knees and let him push back into her. Mark gripped her hips pulling her back against him as he started fucking her again. "Cum. Cum inside me." Karen begged looking back over her shoulder. She bumped her hips against his meeting his thrusts as she continued to beg him to cum. "Oooh I felt it." She purred the first time he throbbed inside her. Her muscles squeezed back in response. "Cum on, cum." She repeated her eyes glazing over as she approached a second orgasm. Each thrust pushed her close and closer to the edge but what set her off was Mark's pleasured moan and the sound of his labored breathing. Karen screamed out clawing at the car seats as her own orgasm crashed over her as he sprayed her insides with cum. "Thanks." He finally whispered into her ear kissing her shoulder and starting to pull away. "I really hate this part." She groaned clamping her legs together as soon as he was out of her and scooted back into her seat. Karen reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a package of baby wipes taking out a few before handing him the package. "You came a lot." She muttered as she cleaned herself. "Thank you." She smiled leaning over and kissing him on the cheek before tossing the used wipes out the window. "We're still going to get Subway right?" Mark turned toward her and gave her half a smile. "Of course." After wiping up he pulled his boxers and pants back on and started driving while Karen grabbed her cell phone and started clicking through it. "Who you callin?" Mark asked as he handed Karen her shirt. "Kris. I always tell my Ma- boyfriend, its part of our agreement. He doesn't mind if I fuck around but I have to keep him informed. And I have to make sure you remember that he always comes first." Mark nodded and went back to driving. "Hiya Kris, you'll never guess what just happened. . ." Road Head Adelaide. Her name evoked images of serene mountain passes for most men, of an evening sun gently setting behind a jagged Alpine peak, plunging the green slopes of a hidden valley into the evening shadows. Yet Adelaide's life was a battle between who she felt herself to be and what her moniker implied. She was nothing like the stereotype of a flaxen-haired Swiss maid dressed in billowy pastel farm dresses – demurely milking cows and mechanically churning butter in between roaming the pastures and singing sweet mountain lullabyes to the farm animals. In actual fact, Adelaide met that prescribed image in only one way; her hair was flaxen, but only because she'd bleached it. Adelaide had never seen a farm animal except in picture books or packaged in the plastic containers her mother brought home from the supermarket. And as far as her being demure, she was anything but in life and on the soccer field where she screamed for victory as she ran the course of the field. In fact, the grass of the soccer field was the closest thing to wilderness that Adelaide had ever stepped on. That was why she was so totally unprepared for where she was now, next to her broken-down Jetta on the side of a country road, with the sun already hidden behind the leafy branches of the road-side trees. "SHIT!!!!" Adelaide screamed again at her car as she kicked the front tire of her car with the same foot that had just scored three goals against some hillbilly team – which through some quirk of the school system, was in the city's College league – outside of her home city of Seattle. The car for its part, remained impartial to Adelaide's tyranny, and unperturbedly continued to leak steam from under its hood. "SHIT!" Adelaide kicked the tire again, and then stormed to the rear door and flung it open. She ripped through her sports duffel and finally found her cell phone under her soccer cleats. Flipping it open, she punched in the number for the local AAA, only to be greeted by a persistent beeping. Looking at her screen, Adelaide saw that she had no signal. Adelaide muttered what was fast becoming her favorite word for the day, and eyed the trees around her. Adelaide flung off her jacket and strode over to a sturdy maple with evenly spaced and strong branches, gripped a branch at chest level, and heaved herself up onto it, scraping her shins on the grooved bark beneath her until she was sitting on the branch. "Shit," Adelaide muttered again, but she stood up and continued climbing in her first-timer's awkward fashion. At 15 feet off the ground Adelaide looked down to fish her cell phone out of her pocket, gasped at the site of the branches under her, and very nearly toppled off the branch she was standing on. Regaining her balance, Adelaide concentrated on the groove in the bark at her eye-level, and punched the AAA number in by touch. This time, she was greeted by a faint strand of country music. "Finally" Adelaide spit into her mouthpiece. Yet no operator came on the line, and the country music just seemed to grow louder. Confusedly, Adelaide looked down into her cell phone and saw that she still lacked a signal. Bewildered, she looked around her, yet none of the squirrels seemed to be strumming a gut-bucket, and there was no hawk picking melody on a banjo. Then she heard the deep rattle of a heavy engine down the road, and she saw a young blond man hollering along with the country tune on the radio from behind the wheel of his dinged and muddy Chevy pick-up. The Chevy slowed and stopped as it pulled up to Adelaide's Jetta, and the driver flipped open the door and lazed out of the driver's seat. "Hmmm, not bad for a country boy" Adelaide thought as she admired the 20-year old's unshaved face, his tousled hair, and the subtle outline of his chest muscles against his torn and dirty t-shirt. The blond man looked around the landscape, couldn't see anyone, and was getting back into his truck when Adelaide called out, "Wait, I'm up here!" Peering up into the darkening sky, the driver of the Chevy exclaimed, "Well shit! There ain't gonna be any keys up in that tree sweetheart." "Fucking bumpkin" Adelaide seethed under her breath. But in a voice devoid of the distaste she felt inside, she called out, "Wait, I'm coming down." And with that Adelaide jarringly dropped from branch to branch until she landed on the ground with a sod-muffled thud. "Name's Pete Rogers, I figure you could use a lift. There's a service station down the road. Hop on in," Pete stuck out his hand and Adelaide grasped it delicately, fearing to touch to closely the hand that for all she knew had been used the whole day to clear cow crap. "Adelaide," she responded, "and thanks." And with that Pete lifted himself back into the driver's seat, and pointed lazily to the passenger door of the truck cab. "A pleasure" Adelaide muttered as she opened the passenger door herself. The interior of the cab smelled like hay and stale odor, because, indeed, Pete had been flinging shit all day at the farm down the road he'd worked on since graduating from high school. Adelaide, for her part, had no idea what the smell was, only that she hated it. All Pete could smell was the perfume Adelaide had sprayed on after the victory, and he couldn't figure out what the hell that was. He thought that perhaps a barn mouse had died in his glove compartment again. Two minutes into the trip down, Adelaide's and Pete's self-control broke down, and they burst out together with "What the hell is that smell?" The two looked at each other stupefied for a few seconds, thinking that finally the other had smelled it too, and then they both burst out laughing. "I reckon a mouse went and died in the glove again" Pete said, giggling. Adelaide breathed in sharply, and drew her legs in close to her chest, keeping them away from the glove, which made Pete laugh all the harder. Irritably, Adelaide shot him a frosty glare, but Pete's laughter was loud and rhythmic, and as it continued, Adelaide realized how funny she must look, and how funny it was that a dead mouse was freaking her out, and she joined in. Looking at Pete in a new light now, the two of them laughing together, she was surprised to feel somewhat dismayed when Pete passes a farm gate he'd obviously seen before and announced, "Fifteen minutes to go, and Bob at the Exxon'll have that foreign piece a shit of yours running again." "Great" Adelaide breathed, as she watched Pete casually take a hand off the wheel, clutch the knob, and heave his truck into fourth gear. Adelaide found herself staring at the hand as it flexed and then rested on the curved knob of the gear shift, admiring the tendons and veins that flexed out of the work-worn hand, and how Pete's bear and taut forearm flexed in a gentle curve with those tendons as he shifted the car. A new country song came on the radio, and Pete, recognizing this one, began humming the tune, but Adelaide didn't notice. In her mind, she saw herself reach out and start caressing the hand tensed and ever so slightly trembling on the shifter knob. She delicately ran her fingers along the curved ridge of Pete's forearm muscle before she traced the ridge back down and gently cupped Pete's hand with her own. Then, taking Pete's hand off the shifter, and resting it on her neck, she unbuckled her seat belt, slid to the edge of the passenger's seat, and leaned towards Pete until her head was resting on Pete's chest. Threading her hand over the stick shift, Adelaide slowly lifted Pete's T-shirt until the worn cotton stretched across his chest and held, then, running the side of her face down Pete's stomach, she coaxed her fingers behind the hem of Pete's jeans and slowly ran the backs of her fingernails along Pete's tensing shaft. Pete moaned at the wheel and Adelaide felt the car speed up as Pete tensed all over. Pleased with his reaction, Adelaide stroked Pete's stomach with her tongue, and then encircled Pete's now pulsing member with her hand and gave it two slow, almost luxurious pumps. With her ear against Pete's stomach, Adelaide could feel all of Pete's body trembling with small shivers of anxiety and anticipation. With her free hand, Adelaide traced a line down from Pete's navel to the button of his jeans. Adelaide traced the outline of the button, tugging it up at the edges, causing Pete's jeans to rub along the tip of his penis, at which Pete moaned again. Then, with a deft movement, Adelaide eased the button through its loop and slowly unzipped Pete's jeans, freeing his love-stick from its denim prison. Like the prow of a ship, Pete's cock now stood at attention, piercing the fly of his boxers. Adelaide took her head off of Pete's stomach, and began to lick his shaft in slow motions, up and down the length of his dick. On the way back, Adelaide would spin small circles along the sides of Pete's cock, and with each circle, she felt a new pulse in Pete's member. Adelaide enjoyed toying with Pete like this, feeling him shiver and tremor in response to her touch, liking how Pete was losing the equanimity and looseness he so casually displayed when he shifted gears. "Ha!" Adelaide thought , remembering the flexed tendons of Pete's hand on the shifter, "and he thinks he can grip a knob!" And with that Adelaide plunged Pete's member into her mouth, sucking him all the way into the back of her throat. Pete couldn't hold it in any longer, and he yelped out loud before settling back into contented moans of shivering excitement. Adelaide brought Pete in and out of her mouth rapidly four or five times, and then rested her lips at the beginning of the bulge of Pete's head, and made small circles over the tip of his penis. Pete gripped the steering wheel harder and tried to hang on for the ride. When Adelaide sensed Pete was about to burst, she commenced to bring Pete into and out of her mouth first slowly, and then rapidly, until Pete was thrusting up into her mouth as she went down, and Pete's ass slapping against the car seat formed a staccato rhythm in sharp contrast to the slow country song coming over the radio. And then Pete's whole body tensed in one brief spasm, he heaved a sigh out of his mouth, and a firey feeling burned up from Pete's scrotum, up his shaft, and into the waiting cavity of Adelaide's mouth. Dripping cum from the sides of her mouth and leaving a trail along Pete's penis, Adelaide continued her journey up and down Pete's hard shaft, following it back down into his boxers as it retracted into itself to settle comfortably among his balls once more. Suddenly Adelaide was jerked against her seatbelt and out of her daydream. "Whoa, almost missed that turn in the dark." Pete exclaimed as he veered the pick-up into the Exxon station. "Billy will set you up real good," Pete told Adelaide when she stepped out of the car and shut her door. Pete had left his motor running. "Best of luck" Pete called as he popped his clutch and his pick-up lurched forward. "Bye! Thanks for everything!" Adelaide called out to his receding taillights. Road Head "Don't be shy." She put her hand on his thigh. "I am shy." "You weren't shy the night we met," he said. "Don't go all Virgin Mary on me now. You can touch anything you like." "We're in a car. People will see." "People saw us at the bar, and that didn't bother you." "You didn't have your cock out at the bar." "Only because you didn't take it out. I had to put your hand on my cock because you didn't do it yourself." "Because I wasn't sure you wanted me to." "It should have given you a clue when I finger fucked you." She crept her hand up his thigh. "It gave me a clue that you wanted to finger fuck me. It didn't tell me you wanted me to grope you." "Most women would have figured it out." "You might have noticed, I'm not most women." She glanced out his window. "Look, they're looking right at us. If I had your cock out right now..." "They wouldn't see it, because your mouth would be on it." "So they'd see me sucking your cock?" "Do you think they'd know what you were doing?" "Hmm. A woman with her head in a man's lap while he's driving down the road. It would be pretty obvious, wouldn't it?" "And that idea makes you horny, doesn't it. You like the thought of people seeing you being a slut." Slowly she moved her hand to the front of his jeans. His swollen cock showed her that the idea of being seen turned him on as much as it did her. But she didn't want to admit being turned on. "Maybe." "No maybe. Stop playing so shy." "I've never done anything like this before." She tugged at his belt buckle. "I don't even know if I can get this thing undone." "Use both hands." She shifted in her seat. "I can't reach with both hands. Are you even going to be able to drive if I do this?" "I've driven a police car in New York City at rush hour. Took corners on two wheels. I think I can drive on a straight highway while you suck my dick." "Then why don't you help me with your belt?" "Oh, no. It won't be that easy. If you want my dick, you take it out." After a moment of fumbling, she managed to unbuckle the belt. The sound of a horn caught her attention and she looked up to see a pickup truck beside them, a grinning young man staring out the passenger window. "Shit, someone saw!" she said. "Saw what? You haven't done anything yet." He waved at the young man. "Give him a show." "What?" "You heard me." His voice lowered to a growl. "You want my thick, hard cock. You want to touch it and suck it. And you want others to see you doing it. There's someone right there; let him see." The pickup truck kept pace with them as, with nervous, clumsy hands, she undid his jeans. The head of his cock peeked up over the top of his briefs. She pushed the briefs down and grasped his cock. Her eyes met those of the man in the pickup, and she licked her lips as she jerked off her man. "That's it, baby," he said. "They're watching you, aren't they? How does that make you feel?" "Wet." "Finger yourself, then." "I can't." "Too bad, then. You'll just have to suffer until we get back to my place after our date." He glanced at the pickup truck. "I think he wants to see you suck me." She bent and licked the head of his cock. There was no way to get comfortable here, having to lean across the console between the seats, but she wanted to suck him, wanted to be watched. As much as she hated to admit it. "Stop teasing and suck my dick," he said. She took his cockhead into her mouth and sucked. He moaned in approval, encouraging her to slide her mouth down further. "They're still watching, baby," he said. "They can see your mouth on my cock." She looked up, but from the angle she was at could no longer see the pickup. She'd have to take his word that the vehicle was still beside them, that the young man was still watching. Just knowing it was a possibility aroused her so much that she wanted to beg him to pull over and fuck her. Instead, she sucked him harder. "Mmm, so good!" he said. "Damn, they're gone. Too many people trying to pass us. I can't drive too fast right now; it wouldn't be good if we got pulled over while you're giving me a blow job." From their right, she heard a louder vehicle. Was another driver watching? She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock inside his briefs and licked the head and shaft above her hand. "There's a tractor-trailer beside you," he said. "The driver can see right into the car. He can see your ass while you bend over sucking me. Wiggle your ass at him, baby. Give him a real eyeful." She did as he said. The tingling between her thighs was unbearable, and she thrust her hand between her legs, trying for some relief. "That's it, baby," he said. "He's watching you play with yourself while you suck me." The loud engine faded. "Damn, he took that exit," he said. "But I bet he'll have nice dreams tonight." "No one's watching?" she asked. "Keep sucking me, baby. And watch the teeth." She took as much of his length as she could into her mouth, then pulled back. Picking up a rhythm, she fucked him with her mouth, making him gasp. She heard another horn from her side of the car. "Ah, another viewer," he said. "Nice SUV, a man driving and his girl beside him. They're both looking over here." He paused. "She just bent down. I think you gave her an idea, baby. I can't see what she's doing; they're higher than we are. But I bet she's going to suck him now." Laughter. "He just gave me the thumbs up." She gave the head of his cock a hard suck. She wanted to taste his cum. But abruptly, he pushed her away. "This is our exit, baby," he said. "Better stop. We're coming to the toll booth." She looked up with a mischievous grin. "I thought you wanted people to see." "Yes, but I don't want to get arrested. Sit up." She moved back to her side of the console. He pulled down the hem of his shirt to cover his exposed cock. "I should make you close my pants back up, but there isn't time before we get to the toll booth," he said. "If I close them up, I won't be able to finish you off after we go through the toll." "You won't be able to anyway. The club is right off the exit." "But I didn't make you cum." "That's all right. You'll just have to try again on the way home." Road Head Dinner was excellent. We had gone out to the Mona Lisa, a fancy little fondue place downtown, for a romantic evening. I wore my slinky black dress that revealed more than a mouthful of cleavage, and several inches of thigh, along with black strappy heels. Your button up shirt and slacks were classy but cool, and I couldn't resist how sexy you were when you pulled off that look. When you picked me up, you didn't speak a word before you started kissing me, pressing me into the door. You bit my lower lip as you pressed your fingers into my lower back. After several minutes, you broke our mad embrace, smiling and taking my arm to go to dinner. Sexual tension is an understatement. I wanted you, and you so clearly wanted me. I could barely keep your eyes on my face, seeing as I tried so hard to flaunt my cleavage. And I did a mighty fine job. You eyed my body as I stood to use the restroom. You watched me sit, watched me move, watched me watch you watching me. You watched the soft mounds of flesh move with every breath I took. I know you wanted to touch, to taste my salty skin. I knew you would. And my skin tingled at the thought of your hands and delicious tongue working your way around my body. We barely talked over dinner, taking in the scene—the sexuality that filled our little corner of the restaurant. I rested my hand on your thigh, and you pushed further, resting your hand on the crease of my leg and hip, mere inches from the bare mound of my pussy. I giggle, wishing you would plunge your fingers into me. But you don't. You wink, you flirt, I flaunt and flirt back, but nobody makes a move. Not in the Restaurant. We finish the meal and walk outside. The air is chilly—a slight breeze blowing past us. I wrap my arms around myself and you follow suit, hugging my body close to yours as we near the car. You turn to open my door and notice my hard nipples. You had a growing suspicion all night that I had not been wearing a bra, but couldn't tell because of the dim lighting. You felt the stiff nipple brush past your palm as you held my body. It was too much to take. You turn me aside and plunge your face into my cleavage, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. I moan inaudibly—mere breaths and sighs of mounting pleasure. You move the dress down, revealing my swollen breast and firm nipple, immediately taking it into your mouth and teasing it with your skilled tongue. You work it like you always work my clit—in slow circles, then running over the tip, then pressing your tongue flat against it and sucking firmly, before moving away to tease the sensitive spot once more. I trail my hand down your body, one locking into your hair, the other rubbing the bulge in your pants. You groan as I press your face firmly to my breast. You stop suddenly, pulling away from me. My breast hangs from my dress. You smile and run to the other side of the car. I look around and tuck my chest back into the revealing dress, climbing back into your car. I wonder what startled you away from the moment, wishing I could feel your tongue probing my wet heaven, your length plunging into me until we climax together. I'm lost in thought, and when I come to, I notice my hand is dipping into my pink flesh. I turn to look at you and see you trying hard to concentrate on the road, wanting to touch me so badly. I place my foot on the dash of the car, revealing my pussy to you completely, playing with my clit. I bring my wet fingers to your lips and you suck and nibble eagerly, tasting my sweet arousal. I move down, unbuttoning your slacks. You sit up so I can slide them down enough to reveal your erection. I pull your warm cock from your pants and boxers and lick the tip like a lollypop, sending shivers through your body as u drive. I lean back and blow on the wet head, causing you to groan as you attempt to focus on the road. I look up at you, seeing you smile a concentrated smile, hoping to get more, and hoping not to wreck in the process. I lick all sides with my tongue flat against your hard flesh. I take you into my mouth fully as you drive, making sure not to bump the steering wheel with my head bobbing on your cock. I reach down to play with myself as I suck on you. I swallow the head, massaging it thoroughly with my throat, before I take you out fully to focus on the sensitive base and the spot right under the helmet on the head. Your hand rests on my head, pushing further, wanting to remain in my tight constricting throat. I bring my hand—wet from my pussy—to your cock and stroke you. You smell the juice, and your mouth waters. You're about to break. I see you looking around as you drive, continuing to drive you mad with pleasure as I suck your cock vigorously. I twist my head to apply pressure to every point on your cock, massaging you to the point of breaking. I feel the car stop but don't stop sucking on your throbbing member. I focus on the tip, massaging the base with my wet hand. You pull me off of you after a few more moments. Before I have the chance to look around to see where we are, your tongue is assaulting my mouth—forcing past my lips to taste my tongue. I moan as your hand starts stroking my body. My hand remains stroking your cock as you touch me. You pull away. "Get out." I'm startled at your sudden aggressiveness. "Baby, get out of the car," you tell me again, opening your own door, slightly reassured. I open the door and get out. You come around to my side of the car and shut my door, opening the back. You push me into the seat, but before you climb in on top of me, you push me backwards and drape my legs over your shoulders. I feel your hot breath on my warm pussy, the sensation soon replaced by that of your warm wet tongue. I moan as you thrust your tongue into me, licking my G-spot, sending harsh shivers through my body. I clamp my thighs around your head as you eat me out eagerly. Your tongue focuses on my clit, knowing I'll cum on your tongue in no time at this pace. You frantically urge me on, and I finally convulse and spasm on the car seat, almost screaming in intense pleasure. You climb into the car after my climax, slamming the door behind you. You press into my body firmly, moving to kiss me immediately. You rub your hips into me. I pull my dress over my head and throw it in the front seat. Your mouth latches to my breast once again as you toy with my clit with your fingers. The sensitivity drives me crazy, and I beg you to stop. Instead, I feel you pull your pants from your body. I unbutton your shirt, but before you are fully undressed you thrust your huge cock into me firmly. I gasp and scream at how full I feel with you inside me, fucking me slowly (at first). I scrape your chest with my nails as you drill into me. One of my hands moves to the door above my head, pushing against it to be sure I don't smack my head. I know this will be quick, and our pace will quicken to a dangerous speed for such a small space. You continue your thrusting into me as you remove your shirt and throw it into the front seat along with my dress. Before I can start fucking you back as roughly as you are doing me, you pull out. I sit on your lap, straddling you and sliding you back into me. I spread my legs across the seat and bounce on your lap. You see my breasts bouncing in front of you, and bury your face in them as I ride you rapidly. I place my mouth next to your ear and begin moaning and breathing into your ear. Your hands find a place on my hips, controlling the pace with which you drive your cock into me. I feel you start to let loose, about to lose control. I contract the walls of my pussy around your cock, urging you to cum. Finally, you do. You dig your nails into my skin, and I do the same to you. We cum together, spasming together. It feels like an eternity, but in actuality our orgasms blend together for all of 30 seconds or so, and leave us panting for air in the steamy car. After a few more moments, I start laughing hysterically. I climb off your lap, kissing you playfully at first. We both note the foggy windows, laughing to ourselves about how abrupt this encounter was. I lean down to suck your cock clean of our mixed cum, making you groan. I smile as I get out of the car, making sure no traffic is around. I'm unaware of where we're parked, but it's secluded enough that we didn't get caught in the middle of our fuck. I climb into the front seat as you climb into the drivers seat, buttoning your slacks as you start the car and pull into the road. I'm still naked, and instead of putting my dress back on, I put on your button up shirt. You laugh, looking at me in my black heels and your shirt, thinking of how sexy it would be for me to perform a strip tease for you. Just put on a black top hat and a long tie and we have a taboo evening ahead. We arrive home, and you laugh as you have to get out of the car shirtless and escort me into my house in your shirt. Anyone looking knew we'd fucked. We didn't care. The truth is, anyone looking in my bedroom window about ten minutes after we walked in the door would have seen me riding your cock with reckless abandon two more times before we crash into a pile of orgasmic bliss on my bed and pass out for the night, drained of both our cum and energy. Road Head "So would this be a bad time for road head?" Her voice was soft and very matter of fact and it was all he could do to keep his eyes on the road when he heard those words. "No such thing," was his response. Suddenly his jeans were significantly less comfortable. She was watching him closely and noticed his growing problem. It would be impossible not to notice that monster when he actually let it grow. Sitting in the driver seat, wearing jeans and a seat belt, he was unable to adjust himself so the discomfort just continued. He could almost feel her eyes sliding down his body to his crotch, taking in every slight reaction he was already having at the idea of her warm mouth and skilled tongue. She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over towards his side of the truck, letting her hand graze his right thigh as she slid from the outside of his leg inward. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers gently slid over his balls and up the other side where his cock was tortuously caught between his left leg and the jeans. Suddenly the pressure from her hand increased as she stroked the length of him with her palm. "We only have 15 minutes before we get there," he reminded her. Chuckling to herself she looked at him and made a face, but her hands had found the button and zipper. He lifted his hips as much as he could under the steering wheel. Fortunately they had just hit the highway and he could use cruise control. She reached in and gently dislodged his still growing source of delightful agony. The moan that escaped her lips was almost as powerful to him as her touch. "That will NEVER get old," she said as she leaned over and let her tongue immediately start to circle the straining head of his cock. "WHAT?" He had no idea what she meant by that. She stopped long enough to give him an incredulous look. "Seeing your rock hard cock emerge from your pants because you want me to suck it ... will never get old." She said it almost mockingly and immediately resumed licking him. "Oh," he felt a little silly now and couldn't even think of anything negative she could have meant. He put his hand on the back of her neck as she leaned over him, making sure to keep his left hand firmly on the wheel. He felt her relax her shoulders and knew what was about to happen. Slowly, steadily she opened her mouth and slid his cock further and further into the back of her mouth. He felt her tonsils and uvula slide over his sensitive head and moaned as she just kept going. "Now THAT will never get old!" It took a lot of effort to get those words out coherently as he struggled to focus on the road while she was doing something miraculous with her tongue while he was still deep in her throat. She raised back up and he heard her inhale deeply. He knew she couldn't breathe with him that far in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his head again and used her hands to stroke him for a second. She turned her head slightly, enough to look up at him out of the corner of her eye so she could see how he was doing. He growled at her, a deep guttural sound that instantly made her wet no matter what she was doing when she heard it. "I want to swallow your cum before I get out of this truck," she barely got the last word out before she was rapidly sucking up and down on his cock, alternating between deep throating him and focusing on the sensitive spot underneath the head. She let her saliva run down his shaft and used her hands to make up the difference as she worked him steadily in the way she knew would get him close. She didn't let up for a while and she knew they had to be getting close to their destination. She knew he was trying to hold back and not give her the load she wanted. Suddenly she felt the motion of a curve as they slowed down and she knew they were exiting the highway. She moaned around his still rock hard member. He felt the moan to his core and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer but he wanted her to work for it. He slid his hand up her neck to grab her hair and pulled it just enough so she could feel the tension. She gasped around him and seemed to get even more enthusiastic about her task. As he turned into the parking lot he saw their friends waiting on them at the other end of the building. He though of being caught and pushed her down onto his cock harder. She opened her throat and took him deep as she felt the stream of fluid rising up his shaft and exploding into her waiting mouth. He grunted and tightened his fist around her hair as he slowed down for a speed bump. She almost let go of his cock because the speed bump caught her off guard but she knew how much trouble she'd be in if she spilled any of his cum on him! She swallowed all he pumped into her and made sure to lick him clean. He was glad for the slightly tinted windows as they eased up to the parking spaces near their friends. She tucked his quickly fading member back into his boxer briefs and zipped him back up. She turned slowly and sat up on her side of the truck as if she'd been looking for her purse of something on the floor. She pulled the visor down and smoothed her hair and made sure her make up was touched up as he parked. He leaned over and kissed her ear while whispering, "You are SO in for it later tonight." She smiled as he got out complaining loudly about women and how they took so long to get ready at home and then had to check themselves again before even getting out of the car. She licked her lips, still tasting him before she popped in a piece of spearmint gum and climbed out of the truck. He had come around to open the door for her and she winked at him as she slid to the ground. "So what movie are we seeing again?" she asked everyone. He walked up and put his arm around her, placing his palm on her lower back and stepping close to her as they followed the crowd up to the ticket counter. Road Head This is a short version of what my boyfriend and I do when we drive together. We are both 20 years old, enjoy sex to the fullest, and can't keep our hands off of eachother. On the highway there isn't much to do so a girl has to entertain herself. As usual I'm not driving, you are. We know what happens when you drive. I smile at you. You ask me what I'm thinking. In reply my hand goes on your thigh. Your smile deepens as you say oh. My hand travels to your crotch when I start to lean over and lick your ear. Every bit of you is sexy to me. The way you sigh, how that sound comes out, mmmm. Sucking your earlobe into my mouth while my hand is busy with your button and zipper. Your dick already hard because you know what I'm about to do, my hand going into your pants, rubbing your dick. I slowly pull your dick out; my breathing deepens, my mouth watering for the taste of you. If you only knew how much I love swallowing your dick. My head in your crotch, breathing on your dick, that sigh coming out of your mouth. My tongue swirling around the head of your dick while one hand wraps around the base. Pressing my mouth against your dick, pushing saliva onto it with my tongue, my hand coming up to rub my saliva down your hard dick. Opening wide, lowering my mouth onto you. A deeper sigh and the words oh baby comes out of your mouth. Your hands on the steering wheel, still driving while your woman sucks your dick. My mouth stopping half way down your dick, lips wrapped around tightly, pulling back up slowly. Going back down again, but farther and farther until I get your entire dick in my mouth. Your dick feels so good tickling my tonsils. We pull off the exit. As we drive past people you pull me off until we can go the back way home. I kneel in my seat and lean over to suck your dick. Your dick in my mouth, your hand slides over my ass. Moaning around your dick, sliding my mouth up and down faster when your hand slides in my pants to play with my wet pussy. Baby your fingers feel so good in my pussy. Sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy. My mouth around the head of your dick, plunging down sucking as hard as I can. My cheeks sucked in around your dick, tongue pushing against the underside, pulling up slowly sucking hard. Your fingers push deep into me. Pulling my mouth off moaning for you, begging you to pull the car over. Your reply is pulling into a driveway of an abandon place. You get into the back seat and pull your pants down to your ankles. I take mine off and sit on your lap. Rubbing my pussy against your rock hard dick. You grab my hips and moan. Teasing you longer, I rub my pussy against your dick. Getting your dick all slippery, my pussy getting hungrier for you. I reach between my legs and put the head of your dick in me. Watching your face as I slide down you slowly. Sitting on your dick for a few seconds, moaning in your ear. Sliding up and down slowly, rocking the car with us. Within minutes the windows are fogged and we are sweating. I slide down faster, slamming my pussy onto your dick. Baby you feel so fucking good in my pussy, my moans getting louder. I kiss your lips, moaning into your mouth. Your hands holding my hips harder, I slow things down. Slowly sliding up your dick only to slam back down on you. Rotating my hips when I'm sliding back down. You tell me to stop; you're close to cumming. I sit on your dick and stare at you. Your head laid back against the seat, breathing hard, feeling your dick throb in me. When you look at me I slide up and watch your eyes roll back into your head. Your fingers dig into my hips as I'm fucking you slowly and stopping. You look into my eyes and I start again, but a little faster; your breaths uneven as you mutter curse words. Moving my hips up and down faster on you. You whisper again that you're about to cum. I don't stop this time. I press myself against your chest, moving up and down faster. My arms wrapped around your neck, my cheek pressed against yours, moaning into your ear. Sitting on your dick when I feel your body tighten. Your fingers dig into my skin as your dick spews into my hot greedy pussy. Hearing you moan and say oh fuck is the hottest thing I have ever heard. We hold onto each other while we catch our breath. I slide off your dick and your cum starts oozing out of me, running down my thighs as I put my pants on. We get back into our seats and drive the rest of the way home, satisfied for the hour. That is how we entertain ourselves on a drive. Road Head and More Author's note: I originally wrote the first part as a vignette, but due to word limits I had to add a continuation, in which I tried to mirror the urgency of the first piece. Enjoy. ************************ I'm ready; I'm rarin' to go; I don't even want to wait until we're home. I just want to get at you right here, right now, in the front seat. Rub you through your pants a bit, undo your belt, slide my hand down until my fingers reach your silky shaft. Quickly work your cock up and your pants down just enough. Unbuckle my seat-belt, lean over, apply my mouth. Remind myself to breathe. I'd start by deep-throating you a few times to relax my throat and re-positioning myself to kneel on the seat. Then I'd go to work, both hands and mouth, moving somewhat quickly for safety's sake. While I slide my hand up and down your thickening shaft, sliding back your foreskin, I kiss your lovely head, then gently part my lips over it. At first I'd suck teasingly, just the tip with just my lips, and then slowly add little flicks from my tongue. After a little more tip-tongue fun, I'd start working you into my mouth, beginning that rhythm that I know will make you come for me. Every sixth or so stroke I slip your delicious cock further into my mouth; soon it's pressing toward my throat, but I know there's so much more of you to take! As you get closer, I back off, worried about my molars on your girth and wanting you at your hardest. I work my hand more vigorously, trying to hold a steady pace despite my rising anticipation. I can feel your entire length twitching. I hear you gasp through clenched teeth "I'mgonnacome!" I hum appreciatively, your grip on the steering wheel tightens, you plant your feet flat on the floor, and then I feel your hips buck. I gag a bit as your hot, heavy load shoots into my throat. I try to take you as deeply as I can and that second gag sets off my mini-orgasm, built on the danger and novelty of it all. I groan around your cock, my throat imitating my pussy, trying to swallow as much of your glorious orgasm as I can. ************************************************ He needs me in his mouth. Now. Pulls into the back of the parking lot, shuts off the engine, tells me to push back my seat. Gets out, scans the deserted lot, comes around to my door, reaches for the handle- Takes a deep breath. I didn't wear underwear today, and my dress is already hiked up to my crotch when he opens the door. I recline the seat and smile smugly up at him, beckoning with my eyes. He folds himself into the footwell, kneeling between my legs while I rest my feet on the dashboard. His big, strong hands grip my big, strong thighs, allowing him to pull my opening apart gently by pressing his thumbs into the meat just below the intersection of my hip and pelvis. I know what he's trying to do, and he grins when he succeeds in making my pussy click with its own juices smacking together. I grin back, biting my lower lip in anticipation. We both know how much I like to be teased, but right here and now's no time for the slow build up. Getting caught isn't likely, but his legs could quickly go numb. They're probably still weak from earlier. I pass a laugh off as a gasp, and he takes this as indication to press one of his thumbs against my opening, just letting the pad rest against my pulsating pussy. I narrow my eyes at him, and he gets an adorably serious look on his face. He must think of cunnillingus as the most sacred act he can do for me, or maybe for himself, because he always performs it with such reverence. At first, he runs the tip of his tongue lightly up my un-parted, dangly inner labia. Then, he plants his lips firmly over my fleshy clitoral hood and sucks, burrowing his tongue in threateningly, but not daring to delve deep enough for my buried, over-sensitive clitoris. Sucking my mound is heavenly, but direct stimulation is like being burned with a match. Not to worry, though: I have him well-trained. Hood-sucking quickly turns into nibbling, which he continues down my labia minora. As they part, my juices moisten my thighs and run down toward my butt cheeks, making me feel just as gooey outside as inside. I let out an excited cry when his teeth pinch my left labia minora; he pulls it slowly further and further with his upper incisors and tongue, stretching it away from its home just outside my majora. He knows how crazy this gets me, and sure enough I'm arching and moaning, balls of my feet planted against the dashboard and butt hovering off the seat. My give-a-damn has officially busted as anyone could look in the windows now to see me bridged against the dashboard, eyes closed, mouth open, and my man's face clearly between my legs. I let out a moan punctuated by a shriek as he clamps down and suddenly pulls hard, making my labia sting for a split second before it snaps back out of his mouth. I feel it puffing up, engorging heavily, as he dives back down for the right one. This one he proceeds to roll around between his teeth rather roughly, playing less nicely since he knows it's more reluctant to stretch. I'm a gasping, whining, writhing mess, gripping the head of the seat and jerkily rolling my hips against his firm tugs. Once that one snaps back against me and I've finished my long, impassioned moan, we meet each other's eyes. He's smiling, I'm staring him down, slightly crazed. I don't even have to tell him. He pushes his face into my nethers, opens his mouth like he's eating an apple, and sucks my entire plump mound in for a moment. With that tease, he presses his tongue against my dripping opening, fluctuating pressure but not yet penetrating. I can't tell which one of us he's torturing more. I want to ride his fucking tongue! Instead, it slides up between my labia minora, skipping gingerly over that part just above my opening that is always the first to get overstimulated. He flicks the tip of his tongue deeply under my clitoral hood, causing me to shout in surprise and would-be distress, but immediately he's sucking my hood and fiddling with the puffier, danglier parts of my minora with his tongue as he draws them inside his mouth. Inside my vagina, I can feel my g-spot swelling in response to the indirect clitoral stimulation. Outside my vagina, I feel one of his hands un-cup my ass cheek and place fingers against my slick perineum. I make a loud, vaguely affirmative noise as he rubs his fingers and thumb along my crack to coat them in my juices. Meanwhile his mouth is hard at work, suckling and nibbling my engorged flesh. When he places two fingers against my vaginal opening, we can both feel the unintentional resistance. He curls one away, and I sigh deeply, trying to relax and knowing just how damn good that one finger is going to feel. Sure enough, he slides effortlessly into the second knuckle, officially sending me over the threshold from loud moans to quiet screams. He easily finds the distinctly textured, spongy mound of my swollen g-spot and initiates tiny, gentle wiggles against it, just like I taught him. My legs begin to tremble from this stimulation, seizing violently on either side of his head. Soon, my yelling dies down. I gasp for air once- twice- hold my breath- and then feel that glorious release. The tightening of my vaginal walls peaks, my whole body relaxes and exhales, and then I convulse crushingly over his one finger, grinding my pelvis into his face as my abs clench with the intensity of electrocution. My left arm flies out and smacks the headrest of the driver's seat; my right knuckles rap against the passenger window. My brain files the sound away under "Things That Will Hurt Later." As the blood rushing in my ears recedes and my corporeal body begins to metaphorically reassemble, I notice his slower, sloppier sucking on my soaked mound and groan appreciatively. He slips his finger out of me and I'm thinking desperately that he can't be done yet! I gasp, wanting to tell him to suck faster, but still with one foot in le petit morte. His insistent tugging at my labia and clitoral hood is milking me, causing ample amounts of my juices to course down my legs, but it's not going to bring me over the edge again as-is. The thought crosses my mind that we should have grabbed the dedicated car towel, but at that moment he finally does something to bring my head back into the game. He grabs me by the hips, hard, digging both thumbs into the parts of my iliac crests that form the peaks of my pelvic vee. The rough motion and nerve hotspot stimulation snap my focus back to his face and the sticky, swollen pleasure zone buried just a tongue's depth away from his wet lips. I snap my head up, wide-eyed, and see him straining to look up at me over my pubis. I gasp, "Tongue. Now!" and let my head fall back against the headrest with an audible thud. Finally, he releases my labia and nuzzles his way down to push his extraordinarily long tongue into me. As his nose nestles up against my clitoral region, his tongue meets no resistance. For about two repetitions he works his tongue like a small dildo, in and out, in and out, holding it rigid for me. Then I take over, feet planted firmly on the dash and powerful legs pumping my pubis against his face. I reach for his head with one hand, then both, allowing my butt to drop and using my shoulders to brace against the seat. Viciously, I clench his hair with my hands, and then his entire head between my thighs as I draw my feet up off the dash and hover them near his ears. Frantically, I gyrate my hips against his tongue, loving the feeling of the one thing that can't possibly hurt me pressing against my g-spot. Suddenly, I feel it, like a rubber band snapped inside me. I know I'm about to come, and I clench my entire body around his head, his face, his glorious tongue. I'm curled up like a shrimp, holding most of my torso up with just my powerful abdominals- and then suddenly I feel a second snap deep inside my vagina. I cry out, almost in pain as I spasm even more tightly, and then a cascading, floating feeling roars through my body, causing me to arch back and then curl with each wave of my orgasm. I almost feel like I'm trying to make like a starfish and send my entire vagina out into his mouth; the convulsions leave me winded and shallowly gasping for air once the long orgasm has died down to searing aftershocks. As I jump and jolt in aftershocks, he kisses my clitoral hood and asks smugly, "Shall we go up to my apartment now?"