0 comments/ 24703 views/ 0 favorites Situation By: KKILOEPPS I recall a fantasy of mine that took place at the fair grounds. After months of planning, I was finally meeting my best friend's girlfriend. Now after seeing her last girlfriend, I pictured a butch character with spiked bracelets and necklaces. Now, very few people surprise me, but in fact I was just that, surprised. While devouring a Hot Dog, Brittany walks towards me with an angelic beauty on her arm. Immediately, my eyes locked on this angel. "Hi, this is Nancy. Nancy meet my best friend Samantha." said Brittany. Our handshake was greeted with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, you can call me, Sam. So you're the one who has stolen Brittany's attention." I replied. "Well, I'd like to think so." said Nancy. "Maybe it'll be my heart next", said Brittany. Fast forward the roller coaster rides, bumper cars, and pit stops at the restrooms to 8 p.m. "Sam," said Nancy. "Yeah, what's up?" I said. "I have a favor to ask of you." replied Nancy. "Okay, what kind of favor?" I replied. "Would you join me on the Strawberry Swirl, please?" asked Nancy. "Of course, but where's Brittany?" I asked. "In the restroom, I think the nacho and cheese's caught up with her." answered Nancy. Two minutes later, we found ourselves sitting in the strawberry, waiting for the ride to begin. "Are you okay? You seem nervous." I asked. "Yeah I'm okay. But I am kind of nervous. Usually, Brittany puts her arms around me, when we get on rides." replied Nancy. "Well if you want... I'll put my arms around you." I said. "Thank you. I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable." asked Nancy. "Oh no not at all, it's not a problem. I do this all the time for my best friend's girlfriends." I answered. Nancy starts laughing. "I love that I've only just met you and already I feel comfortable enough to tell you everything. Has that ever happened to you?" asked Nancy. "Actually, right now I feel comfortable." I replied. We both feel the ride vibrating as the ride begins. I put my arms around Nancy's warm body. I could feel her heart pounding against mine. I was sure she could feel my heart beat as well. As the ride's speed increased, I felt her body press up against mine. "You okay?" I asked. "Yes." Nancy answered. It was like the ride pulled her body closer to mine on purpose. I felt my lips kiss her forehead. Then I kissed her cheek. Nancy lifted her head and kisses my lips. So there we were kissing... and not just kissing, but passionately kissing, while my best friend is in the restroom puking her brains out this very moment. When the ride finally came to a stop, I broke our kiss. "What's wrong?' asked Nancy. "I'm sorry." I said. "Sorry for what?" asked Nancy. "I took advantage of this situation." I replied. "No, you didn't. I like this situation." answered Nancy. We exited the ride only to find Brittany waiting with a bucket in her hand. "Maybe we can do this again sometime." asked Nancy. "Soon, I hope?" I replied. "Oh very soon." said Nancy. Situation Heather looked at the line in front of her. Three people. She turned around and looked behind her. One person. And for this, they said 'Allow three hours to go through security'? To be fair, she was leaving on a Saturday morning flight. The lines probably looked worse than this during the week, when they had loads of business travelers to deal with. And it wasn't like Heather really minded. She'd much rather zip through security quickly and spend a little quality time with her mp3 player than stand around in a long line while people stepped back and forth through the metal detector. Only two people in front of her now. Heather handed her boarding pass and driver's license to the security guard to be checked. In just nine hours, now, that same driver's license would be getting her served in a hotel bar in Puerto Vallarta. Sun, sand, surf, and perhaps a cute boy or three. One person left. Heather pulled her headphones and put her mp3 player in her carry-on, then flicked her fingers through her short blonde hair to fix the slight mussing that the action had caused. The terminal beckoned, complete with restaurants, overpriced gadgets, and magazines for people who hadn't brought anything to do. It was a place designed to kill time, and as soon as she passed through security, Heather would have quite a bit of time to kill. She put her carry-on bag and her purse on the conveyor belt, and emptied her pockets into the tiny bin. After a moment's effort, she added her watch and her sandals to the small pile of stuff. Holding onto her boarding pass, she waited for the guard to beckon her through the metal detector. After a moment, the bored-looking black woman on the other side of the gate did just that. When she stepped through, Heather was actually shocked to hear the buzzer go off and a bright light flash on the side of the device, stabbing into her bright blue eyes and forcing the pupils to contract. She tried to think of exactly what it was she'd forgotten. "I, um..." The woman looked like she didn't care why the buzzer had gone off. "Step back," she said, "and then try stepping through again." Heather did so, and even as she was stepping backwards through the gateway, the buzzer sounded and the light flashed red in her eyes. "OK, ma'am," the guard said, "empty out your pockets before you come back through." "They are empty," Heather said, turning them inside out and trying not to let any irritation show in her voice. She'd heard horror stories about dealing with airport security, how they would take any kind of perceived rudeness as an excuse to drag you out of the line and spend hours going through your stuff. That was not how she wanted to spend the time before her flight left. She stepped back through, and the buzzer and light both went off again. Heather blinked. Did they really have to put that thing right at eye level? "OK, ma'am," the woman said, "try taking off your belt and stepping back through." Heather felt more than a little embarrassed as she pulled her belt through the loops and handed it to the guard. There were now three people behind her, and all of them looked at her with varying degrees of annoyance. But Heather knew that when you were in the security line, you were pretty much completely at the mercy of the people running the show. She stepped back through, and sure enough, she got another buzz and flash. When it subsided, Heather blinked a few times. They'd certainly made that thing hard to miss, hadn't they? It felt like it was jabbing straight into her optic nerve. "OK, ma'am," the guard said, "if you'd like to step back through and come over here?" She gestured to a chair. "We're going to need to do some additional security procedures." The guard reached over to the radio clipped to her collar. "Frankie, this is Keisha. We've got a bit of a situation, here, and I need you to take over for me for a bit." Heather heard Frankie respond in a staticky tone as she stepped through the metal detector again. The flash caught her even more off-guard this time, as she hadn't really been thinking of this last trip through as part of a screening. She was too worried about the sound of the phrase 'additional security procedures' to think about screwing up her eyes to avoid the light. Half-blinded, she wandered over to the chair in a daze. The other passengers, of course, were just glad to get her out of the way so that they could get through security and get on with their own trips. Heather had never been more jealous of a collection of random strangers in her life. After a few moments of sending luckier travelers on their way, Keisha let the new arrival, Frankie, take over. She walked up to Heather and said, "If you could please step over here, ma'am?" Heather followed Keisha. She knew right now she didn't have a choice. It was stupid and pointless, but her only hope for getting to her plane, her vacation, and everything that went with it was to do what Keisha said and convince her that she was a good little airline traveler like everyone else. It sucked, but that was the way the world worked. Keisha took out a small wand-like device with two blinking lights on the tip and began running it over Heather's body, starting with her bare feet. She could actually feel goosebumps where it passed, and worries about harmful radiation danced through her head. How exactly did these things detect metal, anyway? By the time Keisha ran it over her thighs, Heather was actually shivering. When it got up to her breasts, the wand beeped, and Keisha gave a nod. The bored expression on her face didn't change, but she sounded a bit more serious as she said, "Alright, ma'am, if you'd like to step back into this office with me? I'm afraid we have a few more additional security procedures to go through." She took Heather's boarding pass from her unresisting hand. "Don't worry, ma'am," she said, checking the time on the boarding pass, "we'll still get you to your flight on time." Keisha took her through a door into a small, windowless room with a series of cabinets on the wall, and a row of hooks on the door. The thick carpeting on the floor felt good under Heather's bare feet, and the soft lighting felt good after so many bright flashes. Beyond that, she felt a sort of numb terror overlaying all her other emotions. Somehow, she'd made some sort of huge mistake, she knew that much, but she couldn't tell what it was or why it was screwing up her trip. Getting angry wouldn't help, either. It'd just make things worse. All Heather could do right now was be polite, helpful, and do what she was told, and hopefully these people would understand. Keisha was reaching for her radio again. "Ms. Samson?" she said. "I think we have something of a situation here. Could you join me in Security Room Three?" There was a staticky response. "I'll go ahead and start without you, then." Keisha looked up from her radio and over at Heather. "I'm going to need you to take your shirt off, ma'am." Heather blushed. Part of her felt deeply awkward about taking her clothes off in front of a strange woman--not that she had anything to be ashamed about, of course. Heather was quite proud of her slim, lithe body and everything that went with it. But she didn't know Keisha at all. The other woman could be some sort of pervert. Still, if it was the only way to get out of this...Heather pulled her T-shirt over her shoulders, revealing a set of pert breasts kept hidden by a pink brassiere. She hung the T-shirt up on the hooks. "Um," she said. She realized she hadn't said anything at all in some time. She'd just been going along with the flow and doing what she was told. Reasserting herself at all, even by the tiny act of speaking, seemed suddenly hard. "How...how much longer is this going to take?" "That depends on you, ma'am," Keisha said, taking the wand back out. "If you do what you're told, it'll go a lot smoother and quicker." She began to wave the wand over her, from the top down this time. She scanned it over the back of Heather's head, and Heather felt a distinct sensation of dizziness wherever it passed. She was really starting to get worried about exactly what this thing was doing to her, now, but Keisha's words echoed through her brain as the other woman worked the wand around to Heather's face. 'Do what you're told. It'll go a lot smoother and quicker.' Keisha waved the wand back and forth in front of Heather's face several times. Heather actually lost count. The woozy feeling was so strong, now, and it was all Heather could to to focus on the little blinking lights on the tip and keep her eyes open. She hoped Keisha would be done soon. She was really starting to feel fuzzy. The lights were making trails in the air, and her eyes were having difficulty tracking the wand now. Just then, the door opened and another woman slipped into the room. Heather started to look over at her, but the sudden motion of her eyes produced a near-sickening headrush, and so she kept her gaze focused on the wand. "Ah, Ms. Samson," Keisha said, as the door closed. "Glad you could get here so quickly. We have what you might call a situation." "Not a problem," Ms. Samson said, looking over at Heather. "Have you finished wanding her yet?" "Just about to," Keisha said, waving the wand down now over Heather's body. Heather followed the lights down with her eyes, her head drooping as the wand skimmed over her skin. It seemed to cause dizzy tingles the whole way down, but again, it beeped when it got to her breasts. "I see," Ms. Samson said firmly. "Yes, you were quite right to call me. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" Heather wanted to look up at Ms. Samson, wanted to defend herself, but she just remembered what Keisha said. 'Do what you're told. It'll go a lot smoother and quicker.' So she just kept staring at the floor, and contritely said, "I...don't know, ma'am. I'm very sorry for all this trouble. I wish I knew what was going on." Ms. Samson sighed. "I've heard all that before," she said. "The fact remains, we need to put you through a few more security procedures. Go ahead and take off all your clothes." Heather blanched. Strip naked in front of two strange women, in a public building? But she kept hearing Keisha's voice. 'Do what you're told,' it said. 'Do what you're told.' Keisha rested a hand on Heather's bare shoulder. "Look," she said. "I know it's a little embarrassing, but it's just a normal security procedure. Here, I'll go ahead and take my clothes off, too." She unbuckled her belt and took her pants off, letting them slide to the floor. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, ma'am." She unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it over her shoulders to reveal a pair of heavy, voluptuous tits. Her body was thicker and curvier than Heather's, but still pretty in an 'Earth Goddess' sort of way. "Even Ms. Samson's going to take off her clothes," she said, unsnapping her bra. Ms. Samson let out an irritated sigh at that, but said, "Oh, very well. If I must." She pulled her own business skirt off, revealing sea-blue panties, dark stockings on her legs and a garter belt. The panties quickly followed. "I trust I can leave my heels and stockings on?" she asked as she took her blouse off and removed her hairpins, shaking her ash-blonde hair out of its bun. "I don't think Heather will mind," Keisha said, slipping her own panties down onto the floor. "Will you, Heather?" Heather felt overwhelmed. None of this felt particularly fair to her; she knew she was no crazy terrorist, and to put her through all these extra security procedures seemed downright silly. But she knew that protesting wouldn't do any good, and that she had to 'do what you're told, and it'll go a lot smoother and quicker', and these two women had gone to a lot of trouble to make her comfortable, and she knew she had to 'do what you're told,' and she was feeling too woozy to really make a complaint, and she had to 'do what you're told', and... Her hands made the decision for her, pulling down her shorts and panties in one smooth motion. She stepped out of them, and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. The moment her bra hit the ground, Ms. Samson let out an angry "A-ha!" She stepped over to Heather and grabbed her left breast. "And what do we have here?" Heather was so confused now. She didn't even know what Ms. Samson was looking at, but the other woman seemed so angry, and Heather knew it must all be her fault. She was so worried that she wouldn't be able to board her plane, and all she wanted to do was make Ms. Samson happy so that she would believe that Heather was a nice person and let her go on with her vacation. Tears practically ran down her cheeks as she said, "i'm sorry," not even knowing what she was apologizing for. "A nipple ring!" Ms. Samson said, grabbing the tiny piece of jewelry and twisting it back and forth. Heather moaned and whimpered, the whirling blend of pain and pleasure overwhelming her confused and exhausted mind. "What were you thinking, girl?" "i...i..." Heather's mind felt like it was coming apart now, none of this made any sense anymore and she just wished it would stop. The only hope she had, the only chance of making it all stop was to do as she was told. She clung to that like a lifeline. "Were you even thinking at all?" Ms. Samson pinched Heather's other nipple, as if to show her the proper piercing-free way to present her breasts for air travel. "i...i...no...sorry...no..." Heather actually felt her brain shut down, then. The air just went out of her lungs in a sudden rush, and she knew that trying to think about any of this, trying to worry about any of this, trying to understand any of this would just get her in more trouble. She just needed to do what she was told and all her troubles would go away. "I can tell." Ms. Samson let out an almost theatrically angry sigh. "We'd better make sure she doesn't have anything else on her," she said, lowering Heather gently to the floor as the girl's knees went out from under her. "Keisha, would you like to do a body cavity search?" Keisha went over to the cabinets. "With pleasure, Ms. Samson," she said, opening the cabinet to reveal an array of sex toys. She pulled out a thick, long, double-ended dildo and took it over to the other women. "You'll need to help me, though." "I think I can arrange that." Ms. Samson laid Heather on her back, and the girl mewled slightly in confusion as she felt the soft carpet against her body. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment as Ms. Samson went to the desk and got out a tube of lubricant. Ms. Samson returned and began to liberally lube up the dildo. "Let's see what we find in there, young lady," she said as she pressed the fake cock at the entrance to Heather's cunt. Heather let out a gasp as the woman relentlessly pushed the massive sex toy into her pussy; the lubricant helped a lot, but it still felt bigger than the toys she normally used on herself. But that was probably because this was a security procedure, she realized. They needed to search every cranny of her snatch. Heather felt Keisha now, impaling herself on the other end of the dildo. Keisha pushed herself at Heather, and Ms. Samson helped make sure that the double dong just slid in deeper and deeper, filling her so completely. Heather just moaned. She was so glad that they weren't angry with her anymore, it felt so...so... She felt Keisha's body against her own now, the dildo all the way in. Their cunts were barely a hand's with apart, and Ms. Samson took full advantage of that, diddling both of their clits as they rocked back and forth on the carpet. Heather gasped again. She felt the dildo in her, searching her out completely, finding every nerve and sensitive spot, running over them again and again and again until... When her orgasm hit, Heather was so lost in pleasure that barely even realized it. After a while, Heather felt Ms. Samson straddle her face, tasted sweat and musk as the other woman pressed her ready twat against Heather's mouth. Heather couldn't even remember the reason for this security procedure, but she didn't worry. There was a perfectly good reason for everything they did in this room, and she didn't always need to remember it. She just needed to do as she was told. Ms. Samson was telling her that right now, and even if those words sometimes dissolved into incoherent grunts of, "oh, ohyeslickmeyes," Heather knew it was important to listen and do what she was told. It felt like hours before Keisha finally pulled the dildo out of her slick, oozing pussy and Ms. Samson rolled off of her cum-covered face. "Now then, young lady, do you understand exactly how serious this whole situation is?" "yes, ma'am," Heather responded, her breath still coming in gasps. "And do you understand how important it is to follow the instructions of Transportation Security personnel?" "yes, ma'am," Heather said, her voice thick and muzzy. "Good," Ms. Samson said, her tone somewhat mollified. "I suppose we can let you board the plane today, but when you return from Mexico, I think you're going to need to come back and clear up this whole situation more definitively. It might take several visits, but I think you'd much prefer that to the alternative, right?" Heather had no idea what the alternative was, but she said, "yes, ma'am," anyway. "Very good. Keisha, how long before this young lady's flight leaves?" "Another two hours," Keisha said, pulling her clothes back on. "Plenty of time, then." "Oh, yes." Keisha finished dressing. "In fact..." She opened the door just enough to slip out, and as she did so, Heather heard her say, "Frankie, could you come in here? I think we have a situation." THE END Situational Advantages Author's Note: This story contains MMF sex with consenting adults who are all 18 years or older. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------ Andrea giggled drunkenly as Brett pulled her on top of him, Walter rubbing her jean-covered ass from behind. She knew that she was drunk, but she didn't care... her long time boyfriend, John, had just broken up with her a week before and she was free. Maybe she hadn't wanted the freedom, but hell, since it was here why not take advantage of it? John had always refused to do any kind of threesome with her, he had some deep seated fear that she would leave him for the other person. Well now he'd left her and she was getting to fulfill one of her fantasies, a threesome... two guys and her as the only female, the receiving end of their lusts and attention. She moaned as Brett's hands slid her shirt off, Walter pulling just as insistently at her jeans... their hands felt so good on her smooth skin. It wasn't just that she wanted to do something that John had never agreed to, she was also unbearably horny. The alcohol didn't help either, it had always made her more flirtatious, more daring... more lustful. Now she was half naked and writhing between the two guys... Brett's hands slipped inside her bra, lifting her breasts out of their confinement as Walter undid the hooks on the piece of clothing. Kisses trailed down her sensitive back, his tongue flicking out to lick her smooth skin and send little tremors through her body as his teeth bit in slightly. "Oh yes..." she moaned... her back arched as Walter nibbled on her back, bringing her breasts to Brett's face and he sucked a nipple into her mouth. She'd had no idea it would be so fantastic... two mouths, four hands roaming all over her body, and all she had to do was take it. They grabbed at her, rubbing and caressing, their mouths sucking on her flesh as though they couldn't get enough. Walter pulled her off Brett, lying her down so that she was on her back. The two men slid on either side of her, pulling off some of their own clothes... she could feel their dicks pressing against her thighs as they lowered their mouths to her nipples... one mouth on each nipple. Gasping, she writhed between them, someone's fingers trailing down to slide under her panties and into her already soaking slit... It felt so strange to have two mouths on her nipples. Brett was much more gentle, rolling her nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, sucking it deep into is mouth. But Walter bit down on the tender bud, nibbling and chewing on it... the combined sensations made her writhe with excitement, fingers dipping into her pussy completing the effect. Brett pulled off of her nipple and moved up to kiss her, she turned to accept the kiss, their tongues twining as Walter began to bite at the nipple Brett had just occupied. The fingers pushed into her pussy even deeper, making her moan into Brett's mouth. Then Brett moved up even further so that he was sitting by her head, pulling off his boxers so that his cock pointed straight as the ceiling. Walter helped turn her so that she was on all fours, her head level hanging over Brett's cock. "Suck it Andrea," Brett said, pushing her head down to his dick... her lips opened to take the head of it into her mouth and he moaned. Behind her, Walter ripped off her panties with a force that made her squeal around the meat in her mouth... she lowered her head onto Brett's dick as much as possible, making her position herself so that her ass was in the air, offering herself to Walter. Something hard and firm rubbed against her pussy, teasing her horribly as it slid up and down between her soaking folds... she moaned around Brett's dick, taking him deeper into her throat as his hips thrust upwards. Her throat worked convulsively as he shoved himself into her mouth, her lips only a bare inch away from his groin she was swallowing him so deeply. It felt like her entire body had given way to lust and sensation. Then Walter began to push into her hot hole and she thought that she might explode from the pleasure... she was still so tight, even though she was wet, and he had to work to get himself inside. Painful pleasure that made her whimper around Brett's dick, his hands on the back of her head trying to push her further onto him. Slowly more and more of Walter's dick sank into her from behind, and Brett managed to push her all the way onto his shaft, her lips wrapped around the base of his dick. The whimpers that Walter was creating massaged Brett's dick in her throat, and Andrea struggled not to choke on him. Then Walter began thrusting in and out of her pussy and she let go of all control, allowing both of them to use her body, taking her on opposite ends... their dicks seemed to push into her, trying to meet in the middle of her existence, shoving deeper all the time. Andrea moaned and whimpered as someone began playing with her breasts, the hot shaft in her pussy stabbing deeper and deeper with every thrust, stretching her wide and shoving her onto Brett's body. The three of them moved in unison, Andrea the grunt in the middle of their poles, taking it from either end. Walter's hands gripped her breasts tightly, she knew they were Walter's because Brett's were lost in her hair, pushing her head down onto him as he fucked her mouth. Pinching her nipples, he pulled them and rolled them, making her writhe on his dick as he took her from behind like a bitch. His hands dug into her tender flesh as she backed herself onto him, feeling fire curling in her belly and reaching for it with all her being, working herself back and forth on his dick as he plunged into her. Her pussy tightened around him as she began to thrash in ecstacy, her throat closing over Brett's cock as she tried to let out a primal scream of ecstacy. The two men bucked against her, inside her, and her throat worked as Brett began to spill heavy cream into her mouth. Shuddering, her entire body tightened as orgasm whirled around her in a maelstrom of sensation. Fucking her harder and harder, Walter's grip on her breasts became almost unbearable as he shoved into her body, her pussy splaying outward against his groin as he rubbed himself up and down, his dick bouncing inside of her. Her orgasm spiraled out of control as he swelled inside of her and began to cum, his dick moving inside her even as he held himself completely still against her body. They all shuddered and lay still, both dicks slowly shrinking inside of her... and then Brett pulled out of her mouth and moved down so that he could touch her, stroking her gently. "That was fantastic," sighed Andrea. "Damn straight it was," Walter grinned as he pulled his dick from her sopping pussy, "We should do it again sometime." "Definitely," agreed Brett, "I didn't even get a taste of that sweet pussy." Situations How do I always seem to get myself into these Situations? Ok, ALWAYS might be stretching it just a bit. I'm still fairly young, only in my late 20's. I'm 5'5, & about 130lbs. I've got ass length straight hair. Here is the situation: I'm in a late model Ford truck with Bruce at the local park. I don't mind saying that I was enjoying every inch of his 10 inch cock! I was moaning so loud, I thought the glass of the truck would break. Bruce had me coming in my jeans from the moment he started nibbling on my earlobes and caressing my tits with his very skilled hands. He currently had me riding his cock. MmM! GAWD! It seemed like his hands was everywhere. While I was sliding my pussy up and down his cock, his left hand got hold of my right breast and guided it into his mouth. At first he teased my nipples with his tongue & lightly sucked on it. His right hand was planted firmly on my ass. I could feel his middle finger playing with my asshole. It just made me moan even louder because I knew what was going to come next and I couldn't wait! He grunted for me to stop. Which I didn't. I just slowed down a bit. To my surprise Bruce gave me a stinger of a slap on my ass and again told me to stop. I did stop. For 2 seconds, then started riding him again. With both of his hands gripping my ass and a low moan, he lifted me up until his cock was no longer in me. He slammed me down hard onto his 10" cock ramming it up my ass. After a couple of minutes of holding still in surprise, Bruce said, "When I say stop, I mean STOP." Of course being the stubborn bitch that I am, I didn't listen and started moving slowly up and down his cock. I started moaning. GOD! He felt so good fucking my ass! I heard him moaning too, which made me ride him even harder. Again he moaned for me to stop. When I didn't do as he said, he lifted me off of him and threw me on my back onto the seat. "I told you to stop! Since you won't listen, I'll have to punish you!" With him saying this, I started to shake a little. Bruce has never talked to me like that before. I nervously laughed as he sat up, reached into the glove box and pulled out some tape. I looked at him, puzzled. "What are you going to do with that?" To my amazement he replied, "I'm going to use it to tie uou up with." Still laughing a little nervously I said, "Your kidding right?" The look in his eyes told me that he wasn't. Now I REALLY was scared! He took my left hand, wrapped the tape around my wrist a few times, then taped the other end to the bar above the door. He then did the same thing to my right hand. I looked up at him, shocked. "What are you going to do to me?" He gave me a look of hungry, sexual lust as he pulled my ass to the edge of the seat. Then he spread my legs apart and proceeded to tape my legs the same way that he had taped up my hands. When he was done taping me up, he reached into the glove box again and pulled out the biggest dildo I had ever seen! He shoved that monster down my throat when my mouth dropped open in amazement. "Suck on it bitch!" I moved my head from side to side until the monster of a dildo was out of my mouth and asked him, "what if I don't?" Bruce gave me a slow, small smile and rammed the dildo into my pussy. HARD! He pulled it out of me, put it to my lips and demanded, "Now suck it bitch!" Again he shoved it down my throat, almost gagging me. As he watched me sucking on the dildo, he began stroking his already hard cock. Suddenly he pulled the dildo out of my mouth and shoved it up my ass. I screamed out in pain from the suddenly semi-lubricated intrusion. Bruce stroked his cock to match the rhythm of the fucking my ass was getting. I started to moan. DAMN! It felt so good! He stopped fucking my ass suddenly and just looked at me smiling. I whimpered, wanting him to continue the ass assult. "I knew you had some kinkiness In you and I'm going to see just how kinky you are!" With that he straddled my face, put his cock to my lips and told me to suck him. As my lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him as he thrust. "OH MY GOD!" I heard him exclaim just before he let loose, shooting cum down my throat. He continued fucking my mouth, getting more aggressive with each thrust until he was fully erect again. He looked at me smiling. "Your a very good cock sucking bitch!" With each thrust his moans got louder. He looked down to watch his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. "OHH!! FUCK!! Suck it harder bitch!! MmMmM OHH!! FUCK YEAH!!" He moaned. Just when I thought he would cum again, He replaced his cock with the dildo and shoved his cock into my ass, reaming me mercilessly. Bruce simultaneously fucked my pussy and ass. To keep me from moaning too loud, he shoved the unused end of the dildo into my mouth and told me to suck it like a good cock hungry bitch. In no time Bruce was cumming in my ass and I was moaning, grinding and cumming right along with him. As Bruce collapsed on top of me breathing hard, he undid my restraints. We got dressed in silence, then Bruce drove me home. He gave me a deep, passionate kiss and said he'd call me later. I managed to climb out of the truck, up the stairs into my house. Then what happened next, chilled my bones . . . . But that's another story.