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The Pic

By: Pornokeo



Is This What You Wanted?

I received the attached pic of my wife on Tuesday in my e-mail with the following note attached:

"You were right! I do enjoy a strange cock. I'll call you tonight."

Love Bren

She had gone to a business conference in southern California on Thursday of last week and was to return this coming Friday night. 

When I first viewed the pic, my stomach started to tie in knots, and then without warning, I got the hugest erection that I had ever experienced. 

The longer I looked into her eyes in the pic, the harder my cock became.

'It was her new boss, Ted,' I imagined. Brenda, my wife had just been promoted to Ted's department and with her new promotion she traveled a lot, which she had always wanted to do, selling the software her company produced.

The night before she left we were making love and I repeated my most exotic fantasy of watching another man take her and fuck her. Hard and long. This fantasy was at time a turn on for the both of us, but I was never able to convince Brenda to actually act out this fantasy, but now it seems she had and this was her way of letting me know. I couldn't wait until she called that night.

I went to work, but I was really a write-off as far as getting anything accomplished. My mind was on the pic and the look in her eyes. Every time the vision came into my mind my cock hardened and I still got the knots in my stomach. I snuck out of the office a little early and headed straight home. I couldn't wait to see the pic again. I felt like an addict looking for a fix.

The first thing I did upon arriving home was to check my e-mails. There was one there from Brenda Barker, San Jose Hilton, San Jose,

'Hmm. She was in L.A.?' I thought. I opened it immediately.

"I won't be able to call you tonight as Ted and I traveled to San Jose to catch a customer. His office was in San Fran', but we were meeting at his home. Ted bought me the cutest thong bikini. I just hope there will be time to catch some rays. Got to go now."

Love Bren

That was it. I was a little disappointed, to say the least. I open the previous e-mail she had sent and opened the attached pic. 

My cock began to harden it came up on the screen. I then noticed the cock that impaled her. It was much larger than my own. It seem to fill her completely. I just hoped that he wouldn't stretch her too much. I found myself stoking my erection. I wanted to wait until she called, but it seemed as if she wasn't going to call and my manhood need some relief, so I proceeded to wack-off as I looked at Ted's cock buried deep within my wife. It wasn't long before I could feel the pressure building deep within my loins. Then I exploded. 

The first spurt shot out about two feet, followed by a second just falling short of the first and then the third, much shorter than the first, but the feeling was so much more intense. It almost felt like the fist time. 

Every nerve in my body seem to relax as cum continued to trickle out the end of my softening manhood. The phone rang and brought me out of the trance I was in.

"Hi Babe." It was Brenda.

"I thought you were unable to call," I said as I wiped up the mess.

"I had a moment and Mr. Renolds let me use his phone. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"Not really. I was just checking the e-mails." I said in an attempt to open the door so we could discuss what she was up to and whom was up her.

"Did you like the pic?" she asked with a chuckle. "This is what you wanted, right?"

"Was it Ted in the pic?" I questioned.

"Yes!" was her response. "He was my choice. Do you approve?"

"Does he know that I know? I mean, does he know that I'm involved?"

"Of course, silly. Who do you think took the pic?"

"So, how many times has he enjoyed my wife?" I guess I was a little jealous.

"Oh, a couple and maybe a few more times before I get home. Is that OK? This is what we talked about and the opportunity arose so I followed through. Do you have a problem with that?"

I was totally unsure of anything at the moment, but I didn't want to rock the boat so I assured her that everything was OK and to enjoy her week.

"See you Friday!" she said.

"I can't wait!" I answered as she hung up.

The week dragged on. I thought of Ted balling my wife out of shape all week while I waited in the wing. I realized this was the first time and that there would be mixed feelings. The whole scenario seemed to really excite me and I masturbated like a school boy until finally Friday arrived. I left work just after lunch and hurried home to be there when Brenda arrived.

I took a quick shower which didn't have to be so quick as she arrived a few hours later that expected.

"I expected you a few hours ago," I said as I gave her a deep kiss.

"Ted had a few things to be taken care of." she said with a guilty look on her face. I noticed she had on a new skirt. It was much shorter than anything she had in her closet. And her blouse was the low-cut style which revealed quite a bit of cleavage.

"I can imagine," I said. "I can't wait to suck you off!" I stammered out. I don't know why, but I had an insatiable urge to eat her pussy. 

"Let me have a quick shower first," she said as she tried to slip past me.

"You can shower after I'm done with you," I said. "That is if you are not too sore from your week with Ted!" 

"But!" was all she said as I steered her into the bedroom.

I lifted her skirt and revealed the cutest pair of thong panties in black lace. As I slid them down her thighs the familiar scent of her pussy filled my nostrils. My cock was at full attention as I spread her legs revealing her sodden crack. I spread the lips of her pussy and Ted's cum oozed out and down her crack. I was drawn to the sight and immediately started lapping her crotch. She relaxed as I tongued her clit. Ted's cum mixed with my wife's juices was quite pleasant.

"Do you enjoy the taste of Ted's cum?" she asked as she had her first orgasm. "Do you like to eat your wife's cunt after it's been had by another man?"

"Yes!" I screamed as I went down for more. 

"Yes!" I repeated as I came in my underwear without even touching myself.

"Well I really enjoy Ted's cock and he really enjoys fucking me. He said he will fuck me as much as I want. He said he doesn't want you to be there when he's fucking me, but he will permit you to lick up after he's done. Are you OK with that?" 

'Was she asking for my blessing?' I thought. 

"Yes, yes", I said as I crawled between her legs and inserted my stiff shaft into her pussy. I was right. Ted had stretched he so much that it didn't feel the same anymore. The tightness had gone.

"That's good because Ted is going to be my steady boyfriend and I plan to fuck him as much as he can stand," she said as I continued to pump my shaft as deep as I could.

Things had definitely changed. For the better? We'll see. All I know is that I am having the largest orgasm that I have ever had and yes I do still have knots in my stomach when she goes out.

The Piccadilly Line



Do not read below the title if you are under the legal age to view pornography in your region, or feel you may be offended by themes of sex, bondage or humiliation.

This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

******

It was 9am at King's Cross tube station. The Piccadilly line was packed with commuters. People were everywhere.

A pair of wide lust hungry eyes found a convenient gap in the crowd and focussed on a pert, firm bottom as the female it was attached to waited patiently on the platform for the next train to arrive. She had a minute to wait. The owner of the eyes had a minute to wait. She wanted to travel. He wanted her.

60 seconds to scan, in some detail, the fine curves of her backside and the delicious length of her legs from the high heeled boots to the top of her tight black trousers where the low cut hipster style revealed an inch or so of naked flesh. The eyes strained to see if the top of her panties could be seen before moving on up to the fur hooded green jacket keeping her warm. He imagined that she wore nothing under the jacket but that was, alas, unlikely to be the truth.

Her dark brown hair was highlighted with blond streaks and taken up into a pony tail. His rear view of her was gorgeous and he shifted himself slightly so that he could see his subject from the side. He visually traced the outline of her forehead down and over her cute slightly turned up nose and further to her full pouting lips. He smiled - she was stunning.

20 seconds to go. He looked up and glanced once to his left, nodded, and then to his right whereupon he nodded once more. On both occasions he glanced briefly back at the girl and mouthed 'hood'. His 2 accomplices acknowledged the signal. Now it was clear to them all who was to be their next victim. The train trundled into the station and the crowded throng surged forward.

It took some pushing and shoving but they were used to it. They were in position near to the long silver steel pole that served as a hand grip. The girl sensed their presence. The 3 men were bunched in tight around her. Her slender 5 foot 4 inch frame was boosted by the 3 inch heels she wore but she was still completely dwarfed by the close proximity of their 6 foot frames. Her jacket was zipped half way and her blouse had enough buttons undone to reveal her firm tantalizing cleavage. She could sense them staring down at her drinking in the sight of her flesh. She looked nervously up and smiled. 

Then she felt it. Cold, sharp, steel on her skin.

"Don't move!" 

Another blade. 2 now scraping viciously at the naked flesh revealed above her tight black trousers.

"Not until we instruct you."

She felt a third blade and inhaled, holding her breath not daring to move. Now she was completely restricted by the close proximity of 3 sharp points. One at each side of her and one at her back.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Grip the pole with both hands." 

She did.

The men now closed in even more and the poor girl could hardly see the other passengers despite the crowded nature of the tube. One of the men moved to her front and stood with his back to her. He reached behind and touched her naked stomach. She flinched. She was more sensitive to that touch than all the blades put together. She was only threatened by 2 deadly razor points now but she felt no less exposed.

Fingers stroked her stomach. She swallowed.

"Let your hair down!" 

The pressure of the sharp points increased. She removed one hand from the pole and did as she was ordered.

"Good girl. Now grip the pole again."

His fingers, operating blind, toyed with her fly buttons until the top one popped open. The remaining ones were relatively easy to undo and so the hapless girl felt her hips and groin exposed to the stale air of the train carriage.

"Please. No."

He smiled and turned to face his prey. Inches away from her his fingers still toyed with her flat smooth stomach.

"What's your name?"

"Jessica."

"What colour panties are you wearing?"

"What?"

"Colour, now, quick!"

"White",

"Perfect".

She chewed her bottom lip in a manner that made her even more alluring.

She felt his fingers pulling at her zip. Her trousers were such a tight fit that they did not slip but stayed, moulded to her shapely legs and bottom with the exception only of the front piece. Her fly opening had been peeled to either side confirming that in fact she was indeed wearing white panties.

Fingers tugged at the helm of white silk.

"Mmm nice".

"Please".

"Shut up!"

He gripped the silk and pulled. She moved with him as her panties started to wedge between her soft pussy lips.

"Ohh!"

He pulled harder.

"Please!"

Jessica gulped a mouthful of air.

The fingers then strayed under the soft material and delved deep enough to brush against the top of a very neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair.

"Ohh!"

"Good girl".

A digit brushed her labia and then, having peeled the wedged panties away from inside her slit, his whole palm cupped her.

"Ohh!"

A long finger stroked the length of her moist lips enticing them into an ever dampening state.

"Turned on eh?"

"Please".

"You're soaking".

"Ohhhhh!"

His finger slipped into her and Jessica felt him begin to circle her inner pink folds.

"Shit, don't, please."

"Come for me, come for us, come now!"

One finger became 2 and then 3. Jessica groaned.

Her groin humped his hand as the slick moisture aided his cause. Her head slumped against his chest as she writhed in growing, agonising ecstasy. He could feel her tremble. He could feel her thighs squeeze together. He could feel her come.

"Are you coming?"

"Oh fuck, yesssss!"

"Go on then, come all over me!"

Jessica wanted to cry out but knew she couldn't. Not here. Not on a crowded tube train. She could still feel the sharp prick of the knives at her skin and, as she gave herself over to the glorious orgasm that was about to wash through her, she released the steel hand pole and laid her palms flat against his huge expanse of chest.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Come, Jessica, come for me."

His hand cupped, squeezed and poked. She was stimulated beyond the edge of reason. Her head rested on his T-shirt. Saliva stained the faded cotton where she had dribbled evidence of her excitement.

A sharp intake of her breath signalled that Jessica had been released from her personal impalement. Thoroughly embarrassed the girl looked up into the face of her tormentor pleading, silently through her wide, satiated eyes.

She continued to lean against him as her dishevelled trousers still clung tightly to her body. 

"Was that good?"

"Uh?"

"Was it good?" His tone now more severe.

She looked wide eyed. The blades still pricked her.

"Y...y...yes," she stuttered knowing that it was the right answer but also that it reflected her true feelings in a submissive somewhat perverse sense.

The tube trundled on having passed Russell Square and Holborn before Jessica finally realised that it had stopped at Covent Garden. They had only been on board for 10 minutes and she had been brought to an embarrassing, humiliating climax by 3 men gathered round her on a very busy, crowded underground tube train.

"I need to get off here."

"The men just smiled." She wouldn't be getting off anywhere just yet.

"Clean me!"

"Uh?"

He held up his fingers to her pouting mouth. She swallowed hard and tentatively kissed his fingers. Her tongue flicked out touching his rough finger ends. Jessica tasted her own juices then kissed some more this time running her small pink tongue over the damp moist residue. 

She sucked. 

First a little then a lot as she cleaned him of her own orgasm. Sucking. Kissing. Licking. Cleaning.

His hard on was raging and she could sense what might happen next.

"Please don't rape me."

"What here on a crowded tube? Don't be stupid."

More people poured in and the overcrowding became even more extreme as the train moved away once more.

"Touch me."

"Uh?" She looked up. 

Touch me. Touch my cock. Slide your hand up and down it."

The close proximity of the knives told her that she had no alternative. Jessica closed her eyes and reached down.

She felt his hard on, it was big. No, it was huge. He groaned softly.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

Again the knife pricked and she did as she was ordered.

"Make me come."

Holding the steel bar with just one hand Jessica felt the length of his prick as the tube rolled into Leicester Square station. The crowd, if anything, eased a little. She looked up at the man whose back was slightly arched as she ran her hand along his rigid erection. First she moved a little tentatively but soon she increased the pace as the train pulled away once more. He groaned and she felt a strange pleasure at the reaction she was able to solicit from him.

The denim covered shaft seemed to be bursting from within as Jessica moved her fingers first slowly then quickly drawing him nearer to his climax.

"Oh, fuck, yesssss!"

She chewed her bottom lip in a very attractive and cute kind of way as he began to hump against her hand.

"How..oh..oh..old are... you, Jessica," he moaned.

She looked up.

"Eighteen, I'm eighteen."

She wanked him harder now and faster. She was conscious of the need to end this ordeal as quickly as possible but she had to admit to having strange feelings of desire in her own stomach.

"Fuck...oh...fuck!" he groaned, "I'm going ... to ... oh... come for you!"

She flicked his burgeoning straining end with her thumb and felt his groin twitch. He was nearly there. Despite her recent orgasm she also moaned softly and, although Jessica could not see it, the man's 2 accomplices stroked their own erections vigorously. 

He was ready and she stroked faster.

"I'm going to come, tell me to come."

"Come for me," she moaned.

"Oh fuckkkkk yessssssssss!" 

Jessica saw some of the other passengers look over at them and smile, but she finished him off feeling his grinding hips pumping seed into the restrictive cover provided by his jeans. She coaxed every last drop of sperm out of him after which the somewhat faded denim was beginning to turn a patchwork of darker blue.

The tube rattled to a halt. Jessica glanced up. It was Piccadilly station and she pleaded silently for them to release her.

The man sensed her obvious plea.

"Not yet you gorgeous little slut, you need to taste me first." 

"No, I can't not here people would see me on my knees!"

He laughed.

"No you silly girl not like that, like this." 

He flicked open the button fly on his jeans and took hold of Jessica's left hand. Her eyes were screwed tight shut and she grimaced as he placed her fingers inside his jeans. He wore no underwear.

"Oh yes," he sighed when he felt her touch his cock - now only semi erect. Jessica grimaced as she felt his penis in the flesh and the globs of sticky seed plastered around the end.

"Scoop it up and eat it," he whispered so as not to be heard by his fellow passengers.

"W..w..what, no I couldn't. I wouldn't ..."

"Do it!"

The sharp blades made themselves known once more and poor Jessica moved her fingers into the globules of sperm. All 3 men watched entranced as she cupped her hand and retrieved thick strings of his juice. It dripped from her fingers as, with a last pleading look, she scooped it up and into her mouth like honey.

"Good girl. Now again."

Once more she swallowed large deposits of his spunk until, finally, she couldn't easily get any more. He fastened up his trousers and watched as she licked her fingers clean. Then he fastened her trousers up as well.

You can get off at the next stop if you want. Jessica looked up at the large tube map. The next stop would be Green Park. She nodded.

"Yes please."

"But you need to do one last thing."

Jessica looked directly into the man's eyes.

"What?" she said almost defiantly.

"My friend here will unfasten your bra."

Jessica flinched as she felt hands roam under her jacket and blouse and unclip her bra strap.

"Then I will cut the shoulder straps like this."

A moment of panic overcame her as she thought that she might be scratched, but the knife slipped smoothly and simply through each shoulder strap.

"And I will pull it away like this. Voila!"

With that he took the middle piece connecting the 2 cups and pulled. Jessica's bra came away into his hands.

"Ohh!" she gasped as the shock of the material leaving her body registered.

"Now I have my souvenir. If we just re arrange you like so..."

He pulled the zipon her jacket all the way down and then he undid 2 more buttons on her blouse revealing much more of the firm breast curves making it obvious that, not only were her tits gorgeous, but also that she wore no bra.

The train came to a halt.

"Bastard." Jessica looked up and smiled. "That'll cost you fifteen quid!"

"Well you will use names like Jessica. I've got an Aunt Jessica and I couldn't get her face out of my mind. You were lucky I got a hard on at all!"

"Oh you actually got one on then?" She mocked.

"Piss off," he laughed back quietly.

"Got to go boys. Same time same place?"

"Yeah Sam, see you tomorrow."

And with that the lovely Samantha pushed through the crowd and was gone.

THE END

As always I am grateful for criticism, suggestions, ideas etc. Feedback is always very welcome. Please don't forget to vote. Sfor.



The Pick Up



I had been sitting at the bar for about twenty minutes sipping a cold one and checking out the action. Women were sitting in groups of twos and threes, some even solo enjoying their cocktails and unwinding after a hard week at the office or job or whatever they did to earn their keep. Laughter mingled with the cigarette smoke drifting lazily around the tables. All together a pleasant atmosphere where the trials of the outside world melted away. Because tonight was Saturday night and I felt strangely exhilarated. 

My eyes scan the room looking for that special someone to spend the evening with when I saw you leaning against the bar while sitting on the stool. Calmly smoking a cigarette and taken leisurely sips from a frosty Margarita. You turned around and studied the crowd tasting your cold drink. I watched as you brushed away the advances of several men. But I’m intrigued. You were beguiling me from a distance. And as sure as the moth is drawn to the flame, I had to try my luck with you. 

Before I set forth I looked you over. Hmmm! Perhaps late thirties, early forties. Sort of a dark blond hair. Nice solid body. Even sitting on that stool I could see you had the kind of ass that a man would love to get his hands onto. I also noticed and appreciated the solidness of your thighs and calves. Now I know many males like the big boobs, but for my money the best part of a woman’s body outside of her mind is the derriere. So stirred up and with nothing to lose but a bruise to my pride I ambled my lanky frame towards you. 

“How ya doing?” I asked. 

“Not bad. How about you?” you replied. You then raised your glass and took a long swig of the Margarita. 

I almost stumbled over my words. Seeing your eyes for the first time took my breathe away. They are this beautiful blend of gold-green and brown overtones that are absolutely stunning. “I’m fine, thanks,” recovering from my surprise. 

“Nice to know. ”you answered taking another deep draught from your Margarita. Draining the drink you set the empty glass on the bar. 

“Care for another?”

“Sure why not. ”

I ordered another round of drinks from the bartender. When it arrived you suggested that we might be more comfortable finding a table instead of standing at the bar. 

You led the way. The sway of your hips, an erotic beacon, guiding me through the crowd. “This looks fine. ” Then you sat at a secluded table in the dimly corner just off from the main flow of traffic. 

We sat together with a view of the dance floor and engaged in small talk while we drank. It was shortly after our conversation had begun that you first stroked my crotch with the back of your hand. My immediate reaction was that it was just an accident. Then it happened again this time with a more insistent pressure. Turning your hand palm down and firmly rubbing my now hardening cock you asked how I was doing. 

I was near speechless. Here I was in a secluded, though public, area with a foxy woman feeling the growing lump in my jeans. “Just fine. ” I stuttered. “How about you?”

You grinned slyly. “I have this spot right here that needs some attention.” You then guided my hand to the slit at the front of your dress, parted your thighs and slid my fingers to your waiting pussy. 

I moved my finger under the dress and to my amazement you were not wearing a stitch. My heart began pounding harder as I stroked your silky pubes. I was a little nervous about being spotted, however my fermenting lust overcame any inhibitions I may have had and I proceeded to gently finger your moistened labia. 

Your eyes took on a radiant appearance as you began subtlety shifting your hips to the rhythm of my finger fucking. You whispered, “Go a little faster and rub my clit more. ”

The combination of your coarse language and your mounting pleasure at the semi public display cause my hard cock to strain against the fly of my jeans. Unzipping my pants you released my cock and continued to rub my erection. The effect was incredible. If this kept up I would cum in a few minutes. 

Just as I was trying to maintain my composure you began to close your eyes and take sharp breaths. 

“Oh, I’m going to come!” you whispered hoarsely in my ear. “Ughhhh, Ughhhhh!” Then you quickly pushed my hand away from your very wet pussy. 

You leaned back into the seat still with a firm grip on my engorged member. “I really needed that. ” Then you reached for your cigs and the remains of your Margarita leaving my neglected pole all alone. 

I sat still for a few moments with my member exposed under the table. I tucked my penis back into my pants figuring that you were done for the evening. 

“Let’s get another drink before we leave,” you said demurely with no hint in your voice to suggest you had just had an orgasm. 

“Sure, why not!” Who the hell could figure where this was all going. 

The small talk continued as we played with the ice in the drinks. between pauses in the conversation. We flirted and kissed each other the way lovers do. 

“I think it’s time to go. Why don’t you come home with me, honey?”

“How can I say no to you? Sure, let's go. ”

We left the bar and headed to our autos. “You can follow me in your car. I only live a few blocks away. ”You laughed and turned on your heel. 

Within a short while we arrived at your place. I was out of my car in a flash and horny as hell. 

No sooner had you turned the key, opened the door and stepped inside, we were in an impassioned embrace. Scrambling hands and nimble fingers soon had the clothes stripped off and on the floor in an untidy pile. 

Your hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to your waiting pussy. “Eat me now...I’m so fucking hot for your tongue. ”you ordered me. 

No encouragement needed here. I breathed in the musky wetness of your cunt. Beginning with licking your labia I worked my way towards your erect clitoris and applied tongue lashing after lashing. The juices of your pussy covered my face and I continued to inhale that wonderful fragrance of a woman in full heat. 

Both your hands pushed my face harder into your sex. “That’s it...yes that’s it...Ohhh...Ughh... Then came your second cum of the evening. It smashed against your psyche like waves on a storm strewn beach. And again you pushed me away. 

Taking me by the hand you pull me down the hall and enter the bedroom. Scrambling up onto the bed you assume the doggy position. 

Now I must say that this was a magnificent sight to behold. Your ass is perfection. Wide and solid. I’ve never seen one that is so appealing. The crack of your pussy exposed the puffy pink engorged lips framed in blonde pubic hair. I’m in heaven. This is truly a turn on. I can smell your sex and it is an aphrodisiac. I can’t wait any longer and thrust my hard dick into your waiting cunt. 

You shove back with every plunge forward. Now I’m hammering your pussy for all it’s worth. I grab both your ankles and continue to fuck you harder. 

“UUUGGggggghhhhh...”You begin your climax. “OHHHHhhhh... Oohhhhhhh!”

As the orgasm runs it’s course your pussy clamps down on my harden dick and now I’m cumming also. “OOHHhhhh...GGOooddddddd!”It feels like I’m shooting buckets. 

We collapse on the bed. That post coital calm descends on us as we lay wasted side by side. 

You roll over to me and kiss me. “Good night, Honey.”

I kiss you good night also. “Sleep tight dear.”

And now the husband and wife fall soundly asleep.



The Pick Up



OK I admit it, over the last twelve months I've developed an extreme lust for the security guy who comes in to collect our banking. All the flirting, the teasing, the cheeky smiling and the jokes about his 'big gun.' It was mutual, but forbidden - he was a colleague, of sorts, after all.

But nothing, NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened when we were finally alone together. 

There was a fire in the far end of the shopping center, a small one, but none the less a good opportunity for a cigarette outside, a coffee from the cafe over the road and a break in the sun while we waited for the center to be reopened. It was a nice opportunity to have an impromptu break, chat with my co-workers and perve on the cute guys from the electronics store upstairs. 

When Ben showed up to pick up the money, his last pick up of the day, he complained a little about how he really should be getting ready to head home and sit by the pool with a bourbon, but sat down next to me and lit up a cigarette. As usual he took the opportunity to tease me.

"Glad to see you're working hard then."

"Of course, you should know that. I’m an extremely hard worker, always ready to offer whatever services necessary, with a smile" I told him flashing him an especially cheeky one.

"Whatever services necessary?" Ben’s eyes twinkled as he raised one brow at me with an extremely sexy smirk. 

"Sweetie, you should know that; I'm always willing to please." 

I looked at my watch with a sigh, all business again; as always backing off before things got too interesting, horny as I was, this was work time. 

"You know, I think they're going to be a while. Do you want to just make the pick up tomorrow, or we can try the back entrance and see if we can get in through the rear door; how much trouble will it cause if you don't do a pickup?"

He gave me a very slow smile "I think I'll pick up regardless, actually. Let's try and go in through the back though, give it a shot."

After telling my staff that they might as well head off for the day - as soon as I'd got the banking I wanted to do the same - Ben and I walked around the other side of the center to the trade entrance of the center was. Surprisingly there was no one there. We supposed that security must have been all trying to keep an eye on the irate customers who were being stopped from buying their cigarettes, groceries and other mundane items. Technically, we should be outside the center with them - it was a fire hazard after all, but instead I lead Ben down the corridor to the back door of our storeroom. 

Standing outside the door, I fumbled at my keys, the rear door being the one we rarely used. "At least you get to go home after this, I still have to stick around ‘til the end of the day, I'll get skinned if I just leave the store like this, tempting as it is." The response came a little closer than I expected, and I felt Ben press his body against me from behind and the rumble of his low voice came close to my ear causing me to shiver briefly. "I don't think I'll be going home any time soon and I expect you'll be a lot less eager to leave by the time you have to." 

I turned to look at him. "And how do you figure that exactly?" Plucking the keys from my hand, he leaned in and nibbled on my lower lip, eyes watching me close enough to leave me more than a little disorientated. 

"Can't you guess?" I moaned ever so softly as his lips pressed hard against mine his tongue penetrating my mouth, my cunt instantly moistening at the warm, smoky, taste of his mouth. I heard an unexpected click that made me step back, but not the door. His cuffs were now on my left wrist, and when I stepped back, he snapped my right one into the other bracelet. 

Aggravated, I looked at him, fury in my eyes and heat coursing through my body. "What the fuck do you think you're doing"

"That’s exactly it," he smirked "what the fuck?" He grinned and unlocked the door pulling me in after him.

The door was barely closed behind us when his hungry mouth again found mine and he pushed me back against the door. I kissed him back, torn between anger and lust before hitting him with my cuffed hands in the stomach. 

"Oh you're going to play it like that?" He said and pulled me inside, pushing me hard up against the shelves so I could feel a rock hard pressure against my ass. "That better be your gun", I growled as I felt the quick snap of the cuffs being unlocked and re-locked, fixing me against the shelves. 

"Not that kind of gun babe" he said as I felt his warm, wet lips on my neck and I felt his hands pull my ass close up against his crotch. I moaned involuntarily, struggling to turn, uncomfortable in my restraints but at the same time wanting anything that he could give. His hands moved lower, running down over my thighs ‘til he found the bottom of my skirt, which they soon moved under and I felt his thumbs hook against the side of my thong his finger tips brushing the sparse, freshly trimmed pubic hair.

His cock was hard against my ass and his tongue insistently licking at my neck and ears, lips sucking with gentleness that belied his somewhat rough and forceful touch. He pulled the panties down and I stepped obediently out of them, too turned on to do much more. Down on the floor from pulling them down, I felt him settle in between my legs and the hard thrust of his fingers pushing deep into my cunt. My skirt by now was up around my waist, riding my hips. 

He pumped them into me for a few long moments, the musky smell of my wet cunt scenting the air before I felt the lightest brush of his tongue against my swollen clit. Feeling like my knees would buckle I held onto the shelving and leaned my head against it, barely thinking straight enough to be able to muffle my moans. I felt his fingers leave my cunt and his hands move to knead my ass as he worked to balance himself and his tongue moved down licking the engorged lips of my pussy, lapping up every drop of moisture and I heard his muffled breathing in time with my own. His tongue, moist and warm darted into my throbbing cunt in tiny little jabs as I felt him move one finger back to my cunt swirling in against both my own, and his, lips wetting it and I moaned, loudly now, knowing what was coming....

There is nothing quite like someone else’s fingers penetrating you, a mans are completely unlike my own, small female fingers, and his, somewhat stubby, thick and a little rough being forced into my ass, while I writhed against his face was an experience that I wouldn't trade. His tongue was harder now and pressed firmly into my cunt, fucking me with a quick intensity and I could hear him moan softly, as he tasted my wet fluids. The finger in my ass was moving slowly and fluidly as it fucked me and was forced as deep inside as he could manage. I soon felt it joined by another and as the fucking intensified, he moved his tongue to lightly flick over my clit. Pleasure surged through me and I came so hard that if I hadn't been firmly fixed against the shelving, powerless to do otherwise, I would have swooned to the floor. 

He stood up, and after a moment I turned to look at him, his face slick with my cum and I felt him pull my shirt up over my head. I reached as high as I could and it sat bunched around my arms. My bra quickly followed and I felt him standing behind me his fingertips lightly tickling my nipples as I felt his rock hard cock, still clothed, thrust against my bare ass. 

"Those pants ... had better be... coming off." I panted as I writhed desperately rubbing my naked ass against his crotch, straining futilely against his cock. He stepped back and I waited for the sound of his belt unbuckling, but instead felt a sharp, hard slap against my ass, leaving it stinging. 

"You should really learn to behave better when someone has you in cuffs...You'll end up in all kinds of trouble."

I kicked one leg backwards towards him, not really figuring that I'd get a direct hit from my current position, but managing to clip his shin regardless. I heard him grunt in pain and again felt a slap, far harder this time, against my ass cheeks. 

I moaned in pleasure, far louder than I had meant to and not stifling it quickly enough to escape his attention and heard him chuckle softly. "Oh, so you like that do you" he said, and when I turned my head to gauge his reaction, I saw him retreating to the other end of the storeroom, after a brief stop at the desk.

"Fuck it, Ben, get back here, where the hell do you think you're going?" I snapped at him, turning back against the shelving and trying a quick tug at the cuffs.

I found out soon enough, when the stinging pain of the blue plastic stripping that came around some of our boxes hit me squarely on the upper thighs. Instinctively I moved my ass away from the pain and again felt the plastic hit me. I moaned, not bothering to stifle it this time and again pulled at the cuffs. 

"You better not be trying to get away from there." I heard, as three quick strokes in succession clipped my already burning ass. I whimpered softly, and stood very still against the shelves. "I'll behave, I'll be good, I promise." I told him, playing my part, and almost immediately felt the smooth, light touch of his fingers over what I imagined where the red marks from my lashing. 

I felt him move closer towards me and again those soft lips sucked gently at my neck and shoulders.

"Good," he told me between kisses "because if you behave yourself, you'll get what I know you want." I sighed softly and nodded complacently as I felt one hand move back down to my cunt, stroking around my clit with gentle, nimble fingers, never quite touching it, and making me wetter still. 

In my state of lust fuelled distraction, it took me a minute to recognize the sound that I was hearing, that of the heavy buckle on his jeans being undone with his free hand, and the jeans being pushed down. He stepped closer and I felt the tip of a rock hard cock press against my lower back as he pulled me towards him, his hand now back on my nipples flicking at them gently. 

Surreptitiously, slowly, in an effort to avoid a further spanking, I moved my ass back just slightly so I could feel the full length of what felt like a nice fat cock press against my ass crack. I opened my legs a little further, and raised myself up on my toes, our closeness in height meaning that thankfully, this wouldn't be too difficult to manage.

"I noticed that you know," He said, tweaking my nipple hard enough to cause me to yelp, "lucky for you, you're not the only one who's been looking forward to this." I felt him move away and rummage through his pants for his wallet, and spent a few moments of anticipatory angst as he rolled a condom onto his cock. I stifled a soft moan of impatience and again felt his cock pressing against my ass, which I turned up a little to allow him access.

I felt him reposition himself as he rubbed the head of his prick against my still sopping pussy, agonizingly slowly, for both of us it seemed as I heard him pant just a little. 

Slowly, almost too slowly, the head of his cock entered me, large enough (and having not happened for a while) so that it hurt just a little sliding into my tight cunt, causing me to let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

He slid, still taking his time, making me want it more, inside me his cock feeling huge inside my tight, swollen cunt, filling me completely as it worked its way balls-deep inside me.

His hands found my hips and he began an almost excruciatingly slow, rhythmic fucking. 

I held onto the shelving, trying hard to remember to stay up on my toes to offer him easier access, clenching my cunt muscles tight around him and causing him to exhale loudly in my ear. His thrusting became harder as he forced his way in – and out- of my throbbing cunt. I loosened my grip on his eager cock as I felt the motion speed up his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrusted deep into me. One hand moved its way up my body, toying with my nipples before he returned it back to my hips working hard to keep is balance in his state of extreme excitement. Both of us were panting as his thrusting started to change rhythm, quick, but deep, long strokes, with a slight pause between the in and the out and I started to feel my cunt swell with the beginnings of an orgasm. I moaned softly and he picked up the pace, obviously getting closer too. He buried his face in the soft spot where my neck meets my torso and I heard his mumbled pants, “fuck” “oh yeah” suddenly all his horny eloquence gone as he got closer, in turn making me more and more excited. 

His rapid, horny fucking became almost mindless, every thought lost in the tight wetness of my cunt and as I felt my pussy edge closer to cumming and start to contract I heard him pant “oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

As he leaned close in against me to steady himself with one hand against the shelving, the slight change of position, bringing me to the edge, my cunt swelling in contracting in an unbelievable, mind-blowing orgasm. I heard him, close into my ear moan loudly as he came for what felt like an eternity hard and deep inside me.

Over, but hardly sated, he pulled out and stood with his head resting on my shoulder for a few long moments, the sweat trickling down my back as I too, caught my breath. Disposing on the condom, he grabbed the keys and released me from his cuffs, kissing me long and hard, as I wondered whether this was an ending or a beginning.



The Pick Up



Even though I was nervous I entered the adult book store with one goal in mind. A task set by my Master. I had no idea if I would be able to pull it off or not but if so, it would prove to be extremely interesting. I can hardly believe he wanted me to do this.

I browsed shelf after shelf always keeping an eye out for my intended target. In the past I'd flirted with men before but never quite to this extent. I feigned interest in the movies as I moved along. 

My long skirt flowing about my ankles with nothing on underneath. That alone heightened the experience. I wore a simple peasant blouse again with nothing on underneath. I hated the trappings of a bra and panties and went without them every chance I got. 

Several couples browsed the shelves of books, movies, and toys but still nothing caught my eye. I couldn't believe how many men actually visited one of these establishments. What intrigued me were the movie stalls, which lined one wall. There were a total of six doors with a bench seat, a TV movie screen, trash can and a box of tissues in each one. 

Already I had been there three hours and there wasn't a prospect in sight. I was starting to lose hope. The men that came and went didn't appeal to me sexually or otherwise and the majority of them were white. I had no desire to screw a white man. If I wanted that I could always have Master. No, tonight's special playmate was to be a fine dark chocolate appetizer.

In all of my years of having sex never once had I crossed the border and delved into a night of hot meaningless sex with a black man. I had always heard stories from other girlfriends stating that there was nothing like screwing a black man. They also reported that a black man was more endowed than any other race of males, which I highly doubted but none the less I wanted to finally experience this taboo for myself. 

The fantasies were no longer enough. All they accomplished to do was to make me want more. There were very few black men in the town where Master and I lived. There were still some parts of the deep South that had little tolerance for any other race but white like themselves.

I let go of a deep sigh. My interest waning. Close by another female examined the assortment of vibrators. It had also been quite some time since I had played with another woman. It seemed as if all of my urges were catching up with me in one night. I watched the way her weight shifted from one foot to the other. Her breast was large and barely contained by the tank top she wore. I found myself inching closer to her just to smell her perfume and get another look at those beautiful breasts. 

She must have caught me staring for she turned at just that moment and crooked her finger at me motioning me to come closer. I swallowed the lump in my throat. 

"Do you like what you see honey?"

"Yes."

"Good here is my number call me," she whispered leaning in close towards me. She cradled my cheek in her soft palm and kissed me so tenderly that it left me breathless and wanting more of the same.

"Mmm..."

"Call me."

Before I had a chance to say anything else she was gone. I needed some fresh air. I turned around and there he was strolling into the place. 

He stood at least six feet tall, broad shouldered, mustache. He was casually dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt with black cowboy boots. Jeans so tight that it left nothing to a woman's imagination. For a brief moment our eyes met. I slowly let my tongue slide across my full bottom lip before smiling at him. He returned the smile. 

I continued to watch to see if a woman would join him but none did. I went back to browsing the aisle making sure to stay within his eyesight. 

I stopped before several movies showing interracial couples getting it on. One of the doors across the way opened as another customer left the booth leaving the door wide open as the porn show continued. There was no takers for the empty stall. 

My heart started to beat a bit faster as he came closer pretending to be interested in the same tapes. 

"Do you see anything that interest you or maybe that you could recommend?"

The deep timber of his voice making me grow weak in the knees. I reached out grabbing the stand for support leaning slightly forward making sure to give him a gracious view of my breast. My nipples already at peak attention making the rings quite visible to anyone interested enough. 

"Yes actually, quite a bit," I spoke looking him over from head to toe as my tongue once more darted across my lips. Even my toes curled at the sight of this man.

He smiled moving closer to me. So close that I could feel his body heat as well as my own. He smelled of Old English cologne. I inhaled the scent of him enjoying the way it played with my senses. 

"Well, have you ever had the pleasure of making love with a black man before?"

Straight to the point isn't he? I like that.

"No why do you ask?"

"I just thought since these seemed to interest you so. Personally I preferred vanilla pudding."

I let my hand trail from my throat down the front of my cleavage letting it come to a stop just above my pussy before letting it drop completely. Silently he followed my every move. I was beginning to feel slightly empowered by the fact that he was interested. 

"No I haven't, I'm afraid I'm still a virgin in that arena."

"Well maybe we can do something about that?" he said moving directly in back of me grabbing hold of my hips and leaning into me. 

I felt my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment but when I realized no one was paying us any heed instinctively I rubbed my ass against him showing my eagerness. His hands moved from my hips to my plump cheeks rubbing them generously as he gathered my skirt in his hands. 

"Hmm..."

I moved away from him and went across to the empty booth turning so that only he could see what I was about to do next. I slowly lifted my skirt up revealing my shaven pussy to him. I pulled the lips apart revealing the dark inner pink sanctuary I was offering for his pleasure. Within seconds he had joined me in the booth shutting the door. My breathing was labored as his hands sought out my pussy probing, sinking into my wetness. He placed his sticky fingers to my lips commanding me silently to lick them clean. I devoured them hungrily.

He growled low in his throat pressing me further into the back wall. His eyes wild with lust.

"Spread your legs," he ordered not giving me an opportunity to deny him. 

"Yes Sir."

I felt the palm of his hand hold my cunt before one of his fingers slid into me making me moan with pleasure. I threw my hips forward wanting more of this strangers touch. My body was on fire. I grabbed his shoulders for support letting strands of my hair fall forward hiding my gaze from his view.

"Oh yes that feels so good."

"Does it now? Stand up on the bench and keep your skirt lifted while you spread those pretty little thighs of yours," came another dictate.

My mind went wild at the implication of his words. Not only was this man fulfilling a long standing fantasy of mine but he was also doing the one thing that drove me crazy beyond anything else.

"Yes... Sir," I barely managed to get out as I obeyed. Mesmerized I watched him set down and lean his head back with his tongue out. I felt the pressure of his grasp back upon my hips as he helped me to lower myself unto his tongue. Furiously he licked, nibbled and bit at the tender chunks of my flesh making me absolutely helpless to do anything other than comply with his every wish.

I couldn't help but wiggle my ass back and forth letting his tongue play me like a fine tuned instrument. My soft moans filled every corner of the booth. 

At last he came up for air. He looked up at me and demanded I get down. His own breathing was shallow. He tugged at his groin the bulge in his jeans quite obvious.

"Keep the skirt raised is that understood? You like being controlled don't you my white little bitch in heat?"

I could say nothing to discount the claim so instead gave a curt nod of agreement. He patted the bench beside him indicating that I should kneel and lean over his lap. 

"Unzip my jeans and remove my hard cock for you slut."

"Yes Sir, with pleasure."

"You like me calling you dirty names don't you?"

"The dirtier the better Sir."

"That is such a turn on."

I went to work removing his cock from the confines of his jeans. I stared in wonder at the size of him, he wasn't huge but he was by no means small either. Reverently, I placed my lips to the head of his dick and kissed it lovingly before taking and rubbing each side of my face against his hard on. 

"That's it worship my cock. Suck me whore."

I let go of a small whimper as his finger delved into the tightness of my ass, fucking it the same as if he was fucking me with his cock. By this time I was drenched in my own juices, my hips moved against the finger fucking trying to get him to go deeper. I took him almost swallowing him whole in the wet recesses of my mouth. 

"Hmm... yes that's it, bitch, take all of me," he moaned increasing the intensity of his finger fucking. The pain ripping through my tender ass was brutal but even so I wanted more.

Suddenly, the finger was gone from my ass and he was shoving me off the bench and making me straddle him. He sank into the warmth of my pussy and bucked like a wild bronco. His hands squeezed my breast painfully making me shudder against him. With one last thrust he busted a nut inside of me filling me to the brim. He cuddled me against him softly kissing my neck. 

"That was fun I never expected something like this when I came here tonight," he confessed. 

"Yes that was rather nice, thank you Sir."

For the first time his glance caught sight of my wedding ring. He grabbed my hand and twisted my band. The look on his face full of questions yet he never opened his mouth. Still I wished to put him at ease.

"Yes Sir, I'm married and yes my husband knows all of about tonight. As a matter of fact my Master is the one who sent me here."

"I see."

But I knew he didn't see at all. I could feel his cock growing hard once more probing at my backdoor. I rolled my hips a bit to show my compliance and interest in still more sex with him. He raised me slightly off of him rubbing the head of his dick against my sopping cunt just enough to enable him entrance. 

"Oh."

"Shoo, it's alright take a deep breath and relax."

"That's easy for you to say."

Suddenly I felt his hand tighten about my throat as his other arm encircled my waist making any means of escape impossible. 

"I won't put up with teasing bitch!" he spat against my ear and drove his cock further into the tightness of my ass not caring if he hurt me or not. The pain over rode my mind making me dizzy. I hung to the edge of that cliff but felt myself responding to the semi forced sex with an intensity that scared me. 

It seemed like only a matter of seconds before he was filling me again. I felt small tendrils of his cum seeping out my crack. My eyes burned from the loss of restricted air flow. I sucked in huge gulps of air upon release. I straightened myself up making sure that once more my clothing concealed everything. A bit shaken from the aftermath of our shared passion. I left him with a smile.

I had accomplished the task my Master had set out before me. I'd finally had my cherry broke a second time. I was no longer a virgin to the dark pleasures of the night. I left without a backward glance, climbed in my car and headed home to Master who was waiting up for a full report.

I walked through the door and he smiled pointing to a spot at his feet. Quickly, I made my way to him and knelt happy and content. I laid my head upon his leg sighing. I was never so happy to be home. I was back where I belonged.

"Present yourself," he commanded.

I scooted away from the couch and remained kneeling although I opened my legs fully and raised my hips making sure that my skirt remained out of the way. I laid my forehead to my crossed wrist and awaited his enjoyment. I was his pleasure slave trained in the ways of old.

"Did you complete your task girl?" he asked walking fully around me. His eyes noticing every little detail of my disheveled appearance. The strong scent of sex and being used by another male clung heavily to me. 

"Yes Master," I whispered shivering under the intense scrutiny of his gaze. I could feel myself become eager for yet more sexual gratification.

He came to a halt behind me and knelt letting his hands lightly rub my ass before his other hand slid between my legs. His finger playing in and out between my well used swollen pussy lips. He inserted two of his fingers probing and when he pulled them out they were laden with heavy semen. The tops of my thighs were coated with dried cum.

"I see you have indeed been well used tonight, good girl."

"Thank you Master, this girl is glad she is found pleasing."

Once again this sex slave was brought to the heights of undeniable pleasure all for the sake of love. 



The Pick-Up



I was doing my weekly shopping. It was one of those chores that I hated doing. But as I choose to live alone I have to do it. 

The day suddenly brightened when I saw this vision bending over, reaching deep into one of the chest-freezers. Naked lust ripped through my mind, my cock gave an appreciative twitch, as I feasted my eyes on her taught rounded buttocks. Her jeans clung to her like a second skin and my eyes were burning with desire as I gazed at her butt. My cock throbbed in anticipation in my jeans. She had the kind of butt that wet-dreams are made of! Once before I had seen her but that time had been unable to get near her. 

I wanted to screw her beautiful ass, my prick was getting harder by the second, I longed to go and talk to her but my nerves had completely shattered and I was shaking at the prospect of wanting this woman. To be honest it was a long time since I had successfully pulled any woman and I doubted my ability to pull a beautiful woman like the one I was looking at, when my hit rate with real dogs had been a zero all year!

As I walked down the next aisle, my mind was in overdrive thinking about what I could do to her voluptuous body. My cock was pressing against the material of my jeans. I was getting looks from the entire woman in the aisle. Wheeling her trolley full of shopping, she strolled up the same aisle. Then, what I thought would never happen -happened. She came up and spoke to me, in a soft-sexy Welsh accent. "I see someone in your family, likes baked beans." 

"No, they're for me!" I replied, "I live alone." Her sparkling blue eyes gleamed in response to my answer. 

"I really don't know how I'm going to get all this back to my place." She said looking at her shopping. Her eyes kept glancing at my bulge as we talked and the smile that played on her lips seemed full of promise. 

Suddenly she stopped, took a long hard stare at my groin and said "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?" 

"If you come back to my place, I'll show you." I replied.

"Tell me," she said. "What do you think is the most attractive part of my body."

For a moment I was thrown by her question. I gulped. Recalled that old saying, honesty is the best policy. Then said. "Your ass."

"I'm glad you're an ass man." She replied. "Now let's get out of here."

She was now walking in front of me, wriggling her hips as she strolled over to the checkout. I began to feel as though a thousand butterflies were gathering in my stomach as a warm pleasant sensation began to enter me.

She looked back at me. "Ok!" she said running the tip of her tongue across her lips.

As I bagged up my own groceries, I saw she was standing at the entrance of the store waiting for me. We walked to the car. I put her shopping on the back seat, she got into the car and I took the trolleys back. As I walked back to the car, I saw she was applying fresh lip-stick. I got into the driver's seat and started up the engine. 

There was hardly any traffic on the road, so I put my foot down and in record time, we were outside my place. I parked the car in the garage, turning off the engine. We got out of the car and left the shopping where it was, as all I could think of was fucking the ass off her. I strolled straight into the kitchen and filled the kettle, she sat down and made herself comfortable in my black leather chair.

"Have you lived here long? She asked. 

"Exactly one year." I replied standing at the entrance of the lounge. Our eye's met in unison. 

"God; it's hot in here." She said removing her top to reveal her huge breasts, her nipples stuck out erect and pink. I strolled over to the window where she was sitting, luckily there's a net curtain up, I thought to myself pulling the curtains. And then began to suckle on her right nipple as I pinched her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger. The hardness of them felt like stones in the middle of cherries and oh boy: they tasted just as sweet! 

"Oh babe suck it, bite me, do something … don't stop now." She gasped arching her back, lifting her butt off the seat. I pushed my free hand between her legs and felt the dampness spreading through the material from her crutch.

I bent my head and for the first time in a year smelt that distinctive musk of a woman's come. Without a moments hesitation I unbuttoned her jeans, she lifted her ass off the chair and her jeans came down with ease. 

That's when I saw she was wearing a pair of black silk panties. Slowly I slid my hand over the slippery material. I began to rub her clitoris through her panties with the tips of my fingers whilst pressing my palm against her mount. 

"Don't stop now!" She cried when I lifted my hand. I slid my hand inside her panties, my fingertips exploring her knotted abdominal muscles. "Touch me down there." She said in an urgent half whisper, grapping my arm and stabbing her nails into my skin.

"Oh yes … do it harder … faster … don't stop. For Christ's sake don't stop." She murmured as I rubbed my hand up and down her already, wet smooth slit, pinching her clitoris between my index and middle finger. My other hand relinquished its hold on her nipple to remove her panties. 

My cock was now hard - I thought my jeans were going to split as I struggled to undo the button of my jeans. I knelt between her legs and began circulating my tongue around her glistening bud. Her breathing was becoming heavy as my tongue darted in and out of her wet vagina. 

She clasped the back of my head, grinding herself against my face as she came in torrents. All I could do is slide my tongue in and out of her vagina, savouring the taste as her juices trickled along my tongue. Gusher is the only way I could describe her. At times I was swallowing so fast and my lips and face were so wet that I thought she was giving me a golden shower I then licked up and down her slit, pushing my tongue in and out of her cunt hole. 

Then, when at last she fell back and relinquished her hold on my head. I trailed my tongue slowly down her labia, over her perineum to the tight puckered bud that was her anus. My tongue massaged the tense muscle moving in circles until it began to relax. Gently but insistently my index finger joined my tongue, both working in tandem until the tight bud began to bloom. I licked my finger and slowly began to enter her - she wriggled her hips drawing my finger into her. 

I spread her a little more by sliding my middle finger alongside my other finger. Now her hips were moving like an eccentric pendulum drawing my fingers deeper into her. I opened my fingers and slipped my tongue into her, tasting her meaty spiciness.

"Oh yeah-fuck me. Fuck me right there!" she screamed. Pushing me away she scrabbled to undo my belt, I assisted and in a trice my pants were around my knees.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders, lifting her hips. She must have locked her ankles, because she gripped my neck with her long legs - pulling me towards her. My engorged cock butted against her open entry. She gave a little gasp when I thrust with my hips. I stopped moving whilst she wiggled herself into a position where she could comfortably accommodate me. 

"Go on give it to me."

I needed no more bidding I slammed my cock hard into her, our pubic bones colliding in a bruising smash. She slipped her hands under my shirt and began to rake my back with her nails. "Go on! Go on! Harder fuck me so I fucking hurt don't fucking stop!" She yelled all the time spurring me on with long slashing rakes with her talons. I could feel the warm blood flowing from the scratches that ran from my shoulders to my buttocks. The pain I felt only serving to enhance my desire. 

Not that there was any need for her to urge me on, because I was driven by need to satisfy my own animal lust. My cock moved like a piston pounding in and out of her ass. The air was filled with the sound of my exertion, her cries of delight and the creaking of the chair. I could feel the weight building in my balls as they began to fill. My cock swelling seeming to double in size – I wish it really did!

Then I was coming, great thick creamy jets were spattering inside her. "Oh so fucking good." She said, "I love it when I can feel the spunk swilling around inside me, when I feel really full."

Unusually my cock was still hard when I pulled it out of her. "Oh wow you can go again!" She exclaimed. "Come on lover boy do me this way this time." She got up and bent over the chair, I licked my finger and moving it in a circular motion I began to massage the rosebud that was her anus. At my touch the bud bloomed and her hole opened up under the pressure of my fingertip. "Don't fuck around lover just get back into me. Do it now! I want it now! Do it!"

I pushed the head of my cock against the entrance - at first it was still tight and unyielding. I thought that she had misjudged her ability to go twice maybe she was too sore. Then I felt it give a little. Suddenly the head was in her and I felt her ring tighten around the shaft. I began slowly thrusting into her, each thrust going a little deeper until at last the entire length of my cock was once more embedded inside her. 

I gripped her hips and began to screw her with long slow thrusts. As she got more excited she began to move her hips pushing back to meet my movements. Keeping the pace slow I knew that I could keep going for a long time, and screwing an ass like her's was heaven and I wanted to stay in heaven.

Then her thrusts became more urgent. She made little mewing cries. Grasping her hips I tried to keep everything long and slow but she was not having it. "Come on fuck me hard, bang it into me! Come on fuck my ass babe! Come on!"

I had no choice I had to speed up, my belly was slapping against her buttocks as I pounded my cock into her. I grabbed the back of the chair with one hand as my cock pumped furiously into her hole. She held on to the arm of the chair supporting herself and with her other hand she began to rub her clitoris frantically.

Sliding my hands up and down her body, I grasped her hips. My thrusts met hers as my balls and belly slapped against the cheeks of her ass. Her moans of pleasure had become louder with every thrust of my cock. Her cries were becoming louder still. One last thrust, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back as streams of cum filled her ass-hole, I left my cock in her, to go soft and with an audible plop it fell out.

She fell back into the chair and I lay on top of her. For what was only minutes but felt like eternity, we kissed passionately. She then pulled her lips away from me and looked into my eyes, we both got up. 

"Take me back to my place." She said.

I pulled my jeans and pant's up and then went over to the front door. She fumbled into her bag, pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. As we both left, she said with a glint in her eye "Who knows maybe by the time we get to my place you'll be ready to do it again!"



The Pick Up



Edited by JennyWren

I am sitting at the bar alone drinking my beer, trying not to stare at you, like every other guy in the room. I can't stop myself from sneaking the odd surreptious glance. It's not, trust me, that I don't want to, because, hell, I do, but I hate the thought of you catching me. That's what you're after, I think, the attention of every man in the bar, whether they have a woman with them or not. Me, I'm no extrovert, so I content myself with the odd shy look and focus on the pint in my hand.

You are wearing a low cut white shirt, which shows off a deep cleavage and a pair of big nipples clearly visible through the shirt. A short black skirt with a long slit up the middle provides an ample view of your soft pink thong when you bend over ever so slightly. To top it off, you're wearing a pair of black high heels showing off your beautifully toned legs, and, when you walk, your ass. I am wearing a white t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. 

My surprise must be visible when you take the seat next to me. "Hi hottie, are you going to buy me a drink?"

Caught like that, I'm completely flustered and bumbling. I order you a beer, and you seem to enjoy the fact that you are torturing me by talking with me. My shyness seems to turn you on, as you start hitting on me. Quite soon and you lay your hand firmly on my thigh and begin rubbing my leg, leaning into me so that your breast rubs against my arm. "I think you're sexy, you say softly."

My cock is extremely hard now and I'm trying to think of other things to make it go down. Unable to handle your advances, I stutter, "Erm, are you enjoying your beer?"

In response, you run your tongue around the top of the bottle and then close your lips on the rim and slide your mouth down the neck.As you do this your hand moves down onto my hard cock and as you give it a squeeze you say, "I think it's time you took me home".

As we leave the bar to hail a cab, I can tell that every guy is jealous of me. Inside the taxi I become a bit more comfortable, "Why did you choose me to take you home, you could have had any guy tonight?"

"Don't be offended sweetie, but tonight I want to get fucked by a guy who I'm suspecting never gets laid".

I don't want to admit that you're right so I simply shrug.

"I find shy guys like you are so surprised to be in bed with me that they try super hard and I get some of the best fucks I've ever had. I love bringing you quiet guys out of your shells so that you completely dominate me."

As you lean in, kiss my neck and rub my cock, you whisper, "Plus, it's your lucky day".

As we arrive at your apartment,any doubts I had about being used are completely wiped off the planet. My eyes follow every jiggle and sashay of your ass up the stairs and when we arrive at your door I stroke your curvy ass. You remove my hand telling me to be patient. 

We go through to your bedroom. You unbutton your shirt and your beautiful big boobs spring out. I am just about as horny as I have ever been and I feel a dark side come out of me. Remembering what you said about being dominated, some hidden, inner sexual demon takes control, and I hear myself say the words, "Bitch, kneel on the bed."

Not only do you do as I command, but you show a high degree of eagerness. As you kneel on the bed I take off my pants and place my hard cock between your supple breasts. You immediately hold your voluptuous tits, tight up against my cock and I thrust myself between them. I ride my dick up and down between your magnificent tits and after about five minutes I tell you to open your mouth, which you do. I guide your head down onto the tip as it pops out between your breasts. You suck away eagerly as I pause between thrusts holding it sticking up out. You then slide your damp mouth further down my shaft letting your boobs go and let my cock pass into your mouth and your throat. You then slowly remove your mouth from me, looking directly into my eyes waiting for my command.

I say, "Slut, eat me," and you just attack my cock with your mouth, your lips, your tongue. You suck the tip hard, digging your teeth into it, then you suck the whole length of me rapidly and with such force it feels like you are stripping off a layer of skin. All the time your eyes have never left mine. I realize that I have never had such a painful or more pleasurable blow job. At this point, I cannot stand idly by, and now thrust my cock into your mouth. You suck even harder and your tongue wraps itself around me . I am in such a heightened sexual state it doesn't take long before I am ready to cum. As I feel this getting closer, I pull out and you are reading my mind as you squeeze those boobs of yours together, lifting them up just in time for me to shoot my hot sticky cum all over them.

You squeeze my balls as you lick my head and I feel you suck my cum as it oozes on out, and I let out one enormous groan of sheer satisfaction. As you continue to suck me I say, "You're one dirty little whore."

You stop briefly, and breathlessly reply "I'm you're dirty little cum-filled whore".

I watch as you greedily lick me from your nipples. Then I push you down onto the bed as I kneel on the floor and take off your panties which are completely soaked at the crotch. I open your legs wide then place my tongue on your hot, wet pussy and let the taste of you seep into my taste buds. From here, I begin to lick along your pussy as you squeeze your boobs and pinch your nipples. My tongue enters you and with big licks my tongue feels out every single inch of your pussy. My tongue then darts quickly in and out of you . I replace my tongue with two fingers and as my fingers start to fuck you, you arch your back and move your hips in rhythm to my fingers.

I then suck on your engorged clit. I nibble and bite it and I feel you pull at my hair in response to the pleasure I'm giving you. I suck your clit hard and fast as my fingers rapidly fuck you. With my fingers in your pussy making circular motions, I move on up your body. I begin to suck at each nipple, nibbling it and plucking it with my teeth. I now kiss your neck, then your ear. When my mouth is at your ear I whisper, "Slut, where do you want me to fuck you?"

"Everywhere, I want your cock to fill every hole," you proudly boast.

I respond, "You really are a cock-hungry slut"

I have been pressing my hard cock up against your swollen clit. I shout at you, "Tell me you want me to fuck you, tell me you're a dirty slut, tell me you're a cock-whore"

You have reached down and are rubbing my cock up and down against your clit. You repeat everything I said to you. I push my cock deep into you, and you start to chant, "I'm your cock-whore, I'm your cock-whore..."

This really turns me on and I pound your pussy, mercilessly calling you, "Tramp" "Bitch" and, "Whore". I am still standing on the floor as I pound you and I pull your hips hard onto me, as I continue to fill your pussy with my cock. You are moaning so loudly as I fuck you, and I want us to get more physical; you have such an incredible body, I want to own it. I want to feel my body on yours and your skin against mine. I lift you up while I'm still inside you and move onto the middle of the bed.

I move my cock slowly now as you have taken control. You clamp on down with those muscles of yours, firmly grasping my cock and then you ride along it. Meanwhile, I am engrossed by your boobs. I squeeze them all over, kissing them and nibbling them; so soft yet soooooo firm and I feel privileged to play with them like this. As you begin to ride my cock faster I take your nipple in my mouth rapidly my tongue flicks it, tugs at it, and I feel it grow inside my mouth. I then put your two nipples together so that I can suck on them both.

As I delight in sucking away there, you bring me back to the little matter of our fucking, as your tight pussy is still riding me and now I feel your fingernails dig into my back. I lower my chest onto yours and again relish the feel of your boobs. I am now thrusting harder again and you pull up your legs at your knees further opening the entrance to you, letting me penetrate you deeper and deeper. With your legs in the air, you plant your high heels firmly into my ass. Once again I'm confronted with pain and pleasure. As I pull out, your heels dig into me forcing me to thrust my cock deeper into you.

I reach under your back and grip your shoulders, pulling you down onto me as I pound you and your pussy's grip is getting tighter and tighter as your nails and heels dig into me, creating a frenzy of sex.

Your moans become calls of, "Fuck your slut, harder, harder"

My grunts become "Bitch, bitch, bitch".

The bed is bouncing, the springs are creaking, your body's arching cat-like, my body's tensing, our sweat is pouring, our juices flowing, the heat is growing, bodies slamming, , faster, faster, harder, harder an orgy of sex. Climaxing, I hug on to you tight, with my cock deep inside and you grasp me breaking my skin with your nails , I release a full load of cum, shooting it right on up into your pussy. You scream and I continue thrusting hard into you, while you bite me hard on the shoulder; your body bucks and your pussy, with a vice-like grip on my cock, is totally saturated.

We are completely locked together when you scream loudly, "Fuck, yes" and collapse under me.

I relax and my head falls into the cushion of your boobs. I can feel our combined cum flow out of your pussy down over my balls and even as my cock grows smaller I don't remove it from inside you.

What would have been unthinkable two hours now seems so natural. I am on a sexual high, with a feeling that there are a few more fucks on the cards tonight. I take my weight off you and lie at your side. You turn and nestle your hard ass up against my cock. With one hand I stroke your ass feeling its firmness. You respond by rubbing yourself slowly up and down against me. So comfortable, now, we have the feel of old time lovers, and pause... a gentle hiatus before before the next explosion of serious fucking.



The Pick Up



Thrae has always been a fun planet for me. I have visited different parts of Xerom for both business and pleasure. I'm here now for a pickup, but this short trip has been even better. I had ordered on-line through the BMC (Black Market Corp) custom Mech parts for my new jet cycle and pathfinder from this Venian dude who set up base in south Proton for locals and outsiders, which appreciate high tech mechs and gadgets. That's my first stop of many with my star-ship. I cloak and land my ship for a short while to make the rest of the trip by foot.

Having an altered jet cycle and hyperspace vehicle had been a dream of mine for a long time and now it's about to come true. Earth has many things, but shit like this is way too expensive and hard to come by. Around these parts of Proton and on other planets, it's a cinch. As I begin walking, I set my ship to autopilot by remote control on my watch. The little blue blip tells me how far it is and changes to green as I get farther away from it.

Normally I would have gone to Gothos to have this done but he's one of the best, works cheap, and best of all...he works in trade. Lucky for me he was exiled for smuggling Venian information and diplomatic secrets to their sworn enemy. The Martians, but that tale is for another time. 

I finally made it to the trader's not so secret, secret body shop.

"You're three minutes late." he began, while scanning me for wires and the like. "Don't you trust me Vinny?" I asked, with my hands up in the air like the wanted criminal I am. 

"I trust no one, human" he replied "and don't call me Vinny." 

"Well, what am I supposed to call you Vinny? You never gave me your name," I said with a pause, allowing my hands to drop to my side and fish through my pockets. 

"I know...maybe shit-head or snitch."

"Vinny is fine Kipp" he finally surrendered. "Can we finish this now?"

"Did you bring it?" 

"Have I ever let you down before Vinny?" I said, handing him a small shiny black mini disk. 

"And you are sure that it's all here correct?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's all in there."

"What's in it anyway?"

"If I told you, then I would be forced to kill you, human" he answered as he unveiled to me the most beautiful jet-black cycle I've ever seen.

"You've outdone yourself this time Vin."

"Whatever..." he added.

We signed the papers late in the evening, and told me my pathfinder was sent to planet Jomedra for Jomedranite crystals.

That stuff had properties that would do unknown wonders for my ride.

"Okay, whatever you say Vinny - just as long as I get there on time. Look, I'm getting tired and I really need..."

"No." He cut me off and showed me the door. "I'm sorry, not tonight. Find some other poor bastard to bother. Good night and enjoy your cycle."

Well, it was too far to walk to my ship at this hour of the night and my teleporters battery cell was too low to work at this distance. I hopped on my jet cycle and searched around town for a while. With luck on my side, I rented a room somewhere at the edge of Wicked Ville and hoped to get an early start to Gothos. I have business there with an old N'Orrian chick. As usual, I overslept and the owner never came up to make sure I checked out. 

I washed up and headed down to their roach hut for some morning grub. Eggs and some Aquaductean bacon sounds good to me with a mug of Berry-berry Juice. This stuff looks more like milk than juice, but it's a little stronger than milk. It makes the old bones in humans stronger and helps develop new calcium deposits.

I finish breakfast, and check out of the inn. I didn't get on the road until after ten thirty by my watches' calculations. The blip was now a bright aqua color. "At least the ship is doing well." 

I look up into the sky and see a few Optifulars, about three or so scrambling in the air with what looked like a one legged humanoid. My guess is he lost in trying to get away from them.

"Oh well, he's too far off now to help and I'm already running late." 

I quickly notice the benefit to the jet cycle I had not anticipated. I will never have to put gas into this thing ever again. It's laced with solar strips to power up the solar crystals inside, by any light source. He also added a shield boost to it. Now those fucking cops on Earth can't touch me, and with it connected to the jet modules, they would have an even harder time catching up to me. 

It puts me way above the traffic speed limit and it would seem that the wheels were left on for show and could run on pure battery should ever the crystals become damaged. The jets granted me a height advantage by three feet, which gave me a great view. The view was even better from time to time as I passed other locals on their steeds, vehicles, and large caravan carts. Occasionally, I would look down and see lovely legs through the window -- I would even catch a glimpse of frilly bush peeking out from those females who wear no undergarments or go out in the buff, making it easier for me.

I try out the bikes' new cruise control and do 60mph after I got out the Inns' no-speeding area. I figured there would be fools going a lot faster that would get the attention from bounties or scavengers looking for mech vehicles to take for parts. Those kinds seemed to lurk everywhere around these parts of Proton. Up ahead, I noticed a rusty red semi-convertible like caravan with a female's long blonde hair flying in the wind. Seems that she's the driver -- I hope no ones in the passenger seat...unless it's another female of course. My speed was just a little below hers so I slowly crept up on her. 

As I closed in, I hoped she would be an elph. I heard the sound of her stereo system blasting tribal music mixed in with what sounded like techno over the wind noise. The music must have covered the roar of my bike because there was no reaction as I came closer alongside her vehicle. Yeah, I know... you would think my bike would have a silent mode right? Well it does, I just like the sound of an old fashion earth bike__ I am human after all... well most of me anyways.

To my delight, the lovely lady seemed to be human in appearance but her tribal tattoos that rode up her left arm told me she was an Amaxon. By the looks of things, it also seems she has other things on her mind. Her gray skirt was pulled up and her hand was busy working her pussy inside her panties, amazingly keeping time with the beat of the music. It looked like she was having a good time as she cruised. I had a hard time concentrating on the road and watching this wonderful female do herself. I hoped she wouldn't notice for a while so I could keep watching. I guess I should've had Vinny boy install a mini-cloaking device in this bad boy. I'll make sure to have it done on Gothos.

Suddenly, she reached for something on the seat beside her. "Was it a gun?" I wondered -- then she noticed me. Everything happened so quickly -- I hadn't had the time to swerve away. Yet, her only reaction was to lower her tinted visor to get a better look at me. I wonder if she knows I can see really well through her tints. Oh, did I forget to mention that my vision has been heightened? She must have liked what she saw because she reached right back into her panties, glancing up at me with a smile. I thought "Freak."

We were well into a long deserted stretch of the roads' pathway and I saw her check the mirror and scope monitor for other vehicles and the like. Seeing none, the blonde reached down and began to unlock the bands that kept her short skirt together. The sides fell back by the breeze to reveal her silver bikini-like panties; the crotch was dark with dampness. She looked back up at me for approval as she stroked herself through the shiny garment. I was grinning like an idiot and my shlong was becoming uncomfortable as it expanded in my jeans. I reached inside to shift my rod and felt the wetness of my pre-cum already flowing. This horny vixen was making me hot.

I looked back down at the well-toned female, pulling the band of her panties out so I could see her bush, gleaming wetly. Then she turned on her auto cruise control, made sure the wheels were aligned, then let go of the steering wheel to grab the sides of her panties, and jerked them down past her shapely hips. She grabbed the wheel with one hand, working the soaked frilly material the rest of the way off with the other. Now her gorgeous pussy was fully exposed to me. Not needing her feet for the pedals, she turned slightly sideways and put her right leg across the seat, spreading her cunt wide for me. Her hand reached down and opened the lips, showing me her shiny clit protruding from the slit. 

It looked like a little dick, which made me wonder for a second. She kept her eyes on the road as she exposed herself to me, her hand eagerly jamming two fingers into her dripping snatch. 

She drew her slick fingers out of her hot pussy and swirled her clit again, flicking it back and forth. Her fingers flew faster and faster in her hole and her driving became erratic. I knew this was getting dangerous so I flashed my lights and beeped the horn to get her attention. She looked up at me with glossy eyes and I pointed to myself, then at her, then off to the side of the road. 

She looked to ponder the notion for a minute, then nodded and motioned me to follow her. She floored her semi-convertible and pulled ahead. I prayed that none of those bounties or the reptilian beings known as Sxurians, who patrol this area were around right now. I sped up my ride to keep up with this horny Amaxon and we soon passed 80mph.

We cut through and passed two forked roads, then saw her turn signal as she took the next right. The blonde barely slowed down passing the heard of Kokogups, the beasts of burdens on this planet. We were on a deserted tree-lined back road -- not even any wildlife seemed to be within sight. After about four miles, she indicated a left turn and pulled off onto a dirt-road that leads into the trees. A hundred yards or so in, she came to a stop in the shade of a huge old Manga tree; its fruit looked like a four-inch bright green eggplant and let me tell you...it's not sweet but it helps with stomach acids. 

I pulled in behind her as she hopped out and sat on the trunk of her ride. I had a real cannibalistic grin on my face as I went up to her. As I approached her, she seemed to be growing in height. This female had to be at least six and a half feet tall. I thought this race ranged a little under six feet. Oh well, a humans gotta do what a humans gotta do. I asked for her name, but she clasped her hand over my mouth and shook her head. 

"No, my little handsome stranger." She said lying back on the trunks' hot lid, spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up in the process. I bent over slightly to look into her lovely beaver, still dripping with her juices. I grabbed a fist full of cunt hairs and shook it gently. She moaned softly. I dropped to my knees on the bumper and placed my face in her crotch. She smelled delicious! - Like fresh Rondu berries. I wormed my tongue out and flicked her clit. She thrusted her pelvis up at me but I backed off, and waited till she relaxed to flick the little clit again. I teased her like this for several minutes, then sucked her muffs' button into my mouth and gnawed on it gently. 

She went wild, bucking her snatch on my tongue. I slurped at her center of pleasure, then without warning slid two fingers deep within her cunt, curling them upward to press on her G-spot. She immediately went into a massive orgasm; her convulsions caused my fingers to be flooded with her love sauce. I then jammed them even deeper into her Eden.

I finally slowed my thrusts as she calmed down from her high. After a few moments of her catching her breath, she slid from the trunk and dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands scrambling at my leather belt and zipper.

"Let me see this meat of yours." she begged, after finally getting it open and pulling down my pants all in one big swoop. Not wearing any underwear, my rod sprung out and bounced in her face. She was in shock how rigid my seven and a half inch fuck stick was. She gave it a kiss on its crown, and sucked me long and deep into her mouth all the way to her throat. She ran her tongue around and around the underside of my cock head as she cupped my balls. God this is heaven! She was a very accomplished cocksucker because I could feel her muscles milk my cock with the back of her throat. It was almost more than I could stand!

I looked down and saw that she had driven her hand back into her cunt, playing with her clit and finger fucking herself as she gave me brains. Finally, I reached under her shoulders and pulled her up, then spun her around and pushed her down over the trunk. I know I'm short, but this towering bitch made me feel four feet tall, even bent over like she was. She stretched out and arched her fat ass in the air. Her skirt had fallen over and covered her glorious ass so I dropped to my knees behind her and slid the gray material up over her extended buttocks.

I couldn't resist another taste, so I gave her sopping hole - which I could see was still swollen and puffy -- a good long lick from her tender clit all the way to her wrinkled little brown eye, pausing only to wiggle my tongue in as far as I could.

I then stood up and positioned myself behind her. She reached back and grabbed my dick, pulling me forward so that it was at the entrance to her pussy. I waited a moment to build the anticipation. 

"Damn you're gonna love this" I said, then drove my cock into her as hard as possible, immediately pounding in and out of her as fast as I could. 

She started grunting as the pleasure built until she was screaming softly. "Oh yes, my handsome stranger...fuck this pussy good and hard." 

I knew I was getting close to blowing my wad so I slowed down a bit to wait for her, but then I could tell from the clenching of her vaginal muscles that she was approaching another climax. I drove my rod into her even harder as she began cumming; I felt my jizm boiling up inside my balls.

As she began climaxing, the Amaxon started to scream far louder than before and I hoped that the hundred yards we were off the road would be enough for no one to hear but it wasn't. The whole area became alive and strange creepy noises began. I just knew something big was coming our way. Then the woods fell silent. That was not a good sign. For the next few seconds though, I didn't care anymore, as I blasted my seed into her tight twat. Stream after stream, her swollen beaver was still squeezing my cock to get every last drop from me.

Exhausted, I fell onto the ground with my arm over my eyes, still reveling in the strange pleasure of fucking a female who stood well over six feet and whose name I didn't know. I heard her vehicle start and I looked up to see her pull around the big old Manga tree. She stopped beside me and held out a piece of paper.

With my pants still around my ankles and her passion juices dripping off my now flaccid prick, I stood up to take it from her. She smiled her cute smile at me again, and then drove off. I looked at the parchment and saw that it had her name and her twenty on it.

"Call me next time you're in proton," the note read in common writing.

I smiled to myself as I made myself presentable, got back on my new jet cycle and headed back to my ship. I still have an appointment with that N'Orrian on Gothos and have to pick up my pathfinder before we meet. I hope the visit there doesn't kill me. Who knows -- I just may get lucky again.

End of a beginning.



The Pick Up



It was a warm Friday night as I stepped off the train. You had left a message for me earlier saying you would pick me up from the station. You said you had a treat for me. I was excited to know what your plans were but had been unable to get hold of you. As I left the train my imagination was running wild. My cock was stiff and I put my hand in my pocket to try and hide it. As I got into the car, I stiffened more. You leaned over to kiss me and rested your hand on my groin letting out a little 'mmmm' as you felt my hardness. I couldn't take my eyes off of you as you pulled out of the parking space and into traffic.

You were wearing a beautiful white blouse that was unbuttoned to reveal the tops of your breasts. You had on that long black skirt with the split up the leg. It had fallen open just enough for me to see that you were wearing some lovely, silky hold-ups, and a bit of the smooth, soft flesh of your upper thigh was revealed. As we hit the highway, I ran my hand along your slender leg, over the stockings and further up to feel your panties. They felt silky too. And small. My time to murmer 'mmmmm'.

"Where are we going," I asked, as I ran the palm of my hand up and down your slender leg.

"You'll see," you replied, as you moved your right hand to my groin and started to gently squeeze my cock through my pants. "Just have some patience and sit back and enjoy."

I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes, enjoying touching your leg as we sped along. I felt you pull on my zip and then your hand inside of my pants. My cock was as hard as rock as you pulled it from its confines and gently stroked it up and down. I could hear other cars passing, and being passed by us, and this excited me even more; thinking about what we were doing as all those people were going about their daily business. I felt your hand wrap around my cock and your thumb swirl around the tip, spreading my pre-cum over it. I explored the top of your stockings and ran my fingers along your upper thigh, occasionally running it higher to brush your panties. I could feel the warmth of you through them and I thought of how much I wanted to taste your sweet pussy. I felt the car pull off the highway and took a quick peek to see where we were.

It was a small road that wound it's way through a thickly wooded area. I closed my eyes again and wondered if you had scouted in advance. After a couple of minutes the car left the paved road and began to gently bounce around off-road. I resisted the urge to peek again and just sat enjoying the moment, enjoying you pleasuring me and enjoying touching you. 

The car came to a stop. You leaned over and kissed me sensuously. Then you dropped your head and I felt your hot wet mouth on my cock. Your tongue flicked across the tip, lapping at it, giving it long hard licks as you rose and fell in my lap.

You gave me one last long hard suck and jumped out of the car. You walked to the front, and rested against the hood. I jumped out too and stood in front of you, leaning you back and lifting your legs. The skirt fell back along your legs and exposed your beautiful white thong panties. The tiny strip of material disappeared into your pussy as you lay back on the hood. You must have unclasped your bra as you left the car because your hands were now lifting it over your gorgeous breasts which you fondled, tweaking your nipples, making them harder and harder. I undid my pants and dropped them to the ground, my hard cock swinging in the warm evening air. I placed your long, stockinged legs on my shoulders and leaned forward to lick your soft thighs. You smelled so good, so delicious. I hooked my thumb into your panties and pulled them aside. Your pussy was glistening wet. I ran my tongue along your sweet slit pressing a little harder as I stroked it over your clit. I placed my palms on your buttocks with my thumbs on your inner thighs and spread your pussy lips as I sucked and licked your wonderful sex. You were so hot and wet I felt your love juices flowing over my tongue and face as I pleasured you. 

I felt your hand on the top of my head pushing me onto you harder as your hips rose to ride my tongue. "Fuck me," you gasped, as you slipped off of the hood and turned, placing your palms on the car. I stood behind you, lifted your skirt high and pulled your panties to the side as I thrust my rock hard cock deep into you. I grasped your hips and began to thrust hard. I felt the thong material rub against my cock as it slid in and out of your soaking wet, hot pussy. I heard you gasp and felt you shudder with pleasure as orgasms ran through your body. Your hot cunt felt even hotter and wetter as I felt you cum and my cock fucked you harder and harder until I could hold out no longer and exploded into you. We collapsed onto the ground and kissed and cuddled like a couple of teenagers. 

"Wow, what a treat," I said, finally. 

"And we still have the rest of the night," you said, mischievously.



The Pick Up



"Damn it, Norman! Why do you have to drive so god damn fast?"

They had been on the road today for only a few hours, although it seemed like days. It was hot in the middle of the summer and the desert, through which this seemingly endless road ran, provided absolutely no relief. But the '74 Olds 98 4-door hardtop with its 455 engine was cruising effortlessly over the asphalt. The A/C was working great until it gave out three days ago, so they were speeding down the highway with all four windows down.

Norman ignored her complaint as he usually did to avoid an argument. He smiled and checked to make sure the cruise control was holding steady at 85. He wore sandals with no socks, plain Bermuda shorts, and a short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt which was unbuttoned exposing his chest. It was hot and this provided a little relief. He wore sunglasses and a well-worn Yankees baseball cap. He relaxed with his right hand on the wheel and left arm out the open window. A half-empty, pint bottle of Old Grand-Dad lay on the seat beside him. He was doing better today - it was ten o'clock in the morning and he still had half the bottle left.

Michelle was hot and sweaty on the vinyl bench seat and although she wore a lightweight summer dress with a scoop neck, beads of sweat ran down between her breasts. She had her dress pulled up to her thighs and one bare foot was on the metal dash in hopes that some air would reach up her legs. Her sunglasses were essential against the summer sun and her right arm dangled out the open window feeling the wind as the nearly 20-foot long sedan sped through the hot, desert air.

She reached over and turned the radio on. There hadn't been any reception all morning, but she went through the routine every 15 minutes or so. She turned the volume up enough so they could hear the static over the wind noise. Norm glanced at her with a "here we go again" look. She turned the dial all the way to the left, down where the 55 number was. Then she slowly turned the dial up toward the 16. Every time the static sound changed she would move the dial back and forth slightly hoping that there would be a station there. And there never was. She always said, "Shit," under her breath as she gave up and continued to move the dial up. After three or four minutes she reached the end. "Damn it!" she cursed and turned the radio off.

"It's so damn boring! God, I'm hot. Why aren't there any radio stations out here? You'd think we were on the moon or something. I don't know why we ever decided to do this. At home at least I could go to the pool and try to cool off. When are we going to stop for gas? I need another cold drink."

"Take it easy, 'Shel," Norm replied. "We just got gas 50 miles ago – we can go another three hours. We're making good time. Why don't you read your magazine again or do your nails?"

"Fuck you!" she spat out, shooting her most evil look at him for suggesting that for the umpteenth time.

He glanced over at her and smiled to himself. She was hot when she got mad. He looked down at her legs which were almost completely exposed now as she had pulled her dress up even higher. "Killer legs," he thought to himself. He looked up at her chest in profile now as she was angrily staring straight down the road. Her C cups filled out the fitted bodice of that summer dress just fine and he thought how nice it would be when they got to the motel, turned the A/C on, and were able to take their clothes off. Maybe tonight he'd get lucky.

He reached for the bottle on the seat beside him, unscrewed the cap, and took a healthy swig. "Ahhhhhhh..." he said as he screwed the lid back on and put the bottle down.

And he thought of how she looked when she walked out of the motel bathroom after her shower with the towel up around her head as she dried her hair. She'd usually just stand there in front of the A/C with her legs slightly spread and her tits would shake as she vigorously dried her hair. He gulped at the thought, reached down and repositioned himself in his shorts, and then returned his attention to the road.

"What's this?" Michelle asked as she squinted through the windshield glare trying to see something on the side of the road up ahead.

"I don't know," replied Norm. "Wait a minute. Looks like somebody..."

"It's a hitchhiker!" Michelle exclaimed. "Don't stop! Keep going!"

As they approached the hitcher at high speed, they could tell it was a man with a large backpack on the ground beside him. He had a beat up western hat on, jeans, and a tucked-in shirt open down the front. He looked straight at them with his thumb out as they sped by.

Michelle noticed his week's growth of beard and his rolled up shirt sleeves.

Norm hit the brakes immediately.

"What the hell are you doing?" Michelle yelled at Norman as she turned in the seat and looked at him. "I told you not to stop! We can't pick up a hitchhiker! Damnit! You never listen to me!"

Norman ignored her as he pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road some 50 yards past the hitcher. He looked back through the rear view mirror.

Michelle turned in her seat and looked back at the hitchhiker. "He's not even coming! He's just standing there. He doesn't even want a ride. Let's go, Norm," she said, knowing full well that she would be ignored.

Norm continued to look behind using the rear view mirror. He shifted gears and the car began to move backwards.

"Norm! Norm! What are you doing! You can't do this! Oh, shit!" she said as she realized what was happening.

Norm continued to back up using the rear view mirror as a guide. Fuming, Michelle just sat down in the seat, put her legs on the floor in front of her, and stared straight ahead with her arms folded under her breasts. Her agitation pushed her chest out with each deep breath.

Norm slowed down as he approached the hitcher, then sped up slightly as he missed the brake with his foot and stepped on the gas instead. He recovered and slammed on the brakes but was half a car length past him when he stopped. Norm changed gears and moved forward. He stopped the car when the hitchhiker was even with Michelle's open window.

The hitch hiker stepped forward and leaned down into Michelle's window. She moved her head back slightly, glanced at his face quickly as she did so, then returned her gaze to straight ahead.

"Howdy, folks," he said. "Thanks for stopping."

"Uh... That's O.K.," replied Norman. "Where you headed?"

Leaning with both forearms along the bottom of Michelle's open window, the hitcher looked down into Michelle's cleavage and inadvertently grazed Michelle's upper arm with his right hand. She shivered at the touch.

Continuing to gaze between her tits, he felt her shiver and purposely touched her arm with the back of his fingers. She felt his touch, but continued to stare straight ahead. Between her anger at Norm and an unexpected touch from this stranger, she knew something just happened.

"Hey, you know," he answered. "Down the road. Where you guys headed?"

He glanced down at her exposed legs and her bunched up dress. Out of Norman's sight he slowly stroked Michelle's arm with all four fingers of his hand. Her body tingled from her arm to her pussy. She tried not to move, but her legs involuntarily spread slightly.

"That's where we're going - down the road. California, maybe, if we make it," Norman answered.

"That's fine with me," the hitcher responded.

There was a pause. Norman was leaning forward in the seat looking toward the hitcher who was leaning into Michelle's window. The hitcher looked up at Norm while surreptitiously caressing Michelle's arm. Michelle continued to stare straight ahead with her arms folded.

They had stopped the car and the heat closed in on them; more sweat ran down between her tits.

Norm broke the silence. "Would you like a ride?"

"Yeah, that would be great," he replied, but made no movement except to continue to stroke Michelle's arm.

"Uh.... O.K. Here, let me help," Norm said as he shifted the car into park. He opened his door, got out, and walked around the back of the car.

Michelle turned her head and looked the hitcher straight in the eye. Neither said anything as they exchanged the look, then the hitcher moved his hand away, stood up, and turned to meet Norm. She pulled her dress down over her knees.

"Uh... I'm Norman. Norm for short, and this is Michelle. I didn't catch your name," he said as he opened the rear door on the passenger's side.

"Jake, here. Jake, for short," he said. He turned, stepped to his backpack, and hefted it up. Norm could tell it was heavy.

"That's looks heavy. Whatcha' got in there?" he asked.

Without looking at Norm, Jake slid his backpack onto the back seat of the car.

"Personal stuff. All I own."

Jake got into the car right behind Michelle.

"Uh... O.K.," Norm replied, slightly embarrassed for asking a personal question. He closed the door and walked back around the car to get in. Without speaking, he put the car in gear and eased back onto the road. Nothing was said as he finally set the cruise at 85.

Jake leaned forward over the back of the front seat just to the left of Michelle who continued to sit still and stare straight ahead.

"Nice car," Jake said.

Norm brightened up a little. "Thanks, it's a -"

"'74 98 4-door sedan with a 455," Jake interrupted. "They only made 'em with the 455. Nice road car. Does the A/C work?"

"Yeah... I mean... No... I mean it quit a couple of days ago. Must be low on freon," Norm answered.

"That's a shame," Jake said. "And during the hottest time of the year." 

He glanced down at Michelle's cleavage. "A body could take to sweatin' if it gets much hotter."

Jake looked at the bottle on the front seat and kept up the banter. "Ole' Grand-Dad, huh? Mind if I take a swig?"

"Sure. Go ahead," Norm replied without looking over.

Jake reached down for the bottle, twisted the cap off, and held it upside down at his lips. Two glugs and he lowered it.

"Damn, that's good," he said as he capped the bottle and dropped it back onto the front seat.

With his right hand, Jake reached around the side of the front seat and touched Michelle's right arm. She shivered again, but didn't move away. He began to rub her arm with his fingers.

She felt those tingles again and in just a few seconds she lowered her hands to her lap giving Jake the outside of her arm from her elbow to her shoulder. He took advantage of it, slowly caressing her arm from her shoulder down to her elbow and back again.

"So Norm, what do you do for a living? Are you independently wealthy?" he asked.

"No, I'm not rich, although we do have a little saved up, don't we 'Shel?" he replied.

"Yeah, damn little," she said under her breath so only she and Jake could hear.

"What was that?" said Norm.

Jake answered, "She said 'Yeah, we do.' But what do you really do, Norm, besides save your money?"

Michelle's anger at Norm had cooled and her body was becoming excited on its own. She slumped down in the seat a little and shifted slightly toward her door.

"Oh, I do this and that. A little this and a little that. It's enough to get by and then some," Norm said defensively.

Jake kept rubbing Michelle's arm, softly but firmly. Her breathing increased. Even with the wind blowing in through the open window, she had to open her mouth to get more air.

"Yeah, I know a lot of guys like that. Some do O.K. and most don't. I guess they're the jack of all trades..." He paused, then "...and we all know the rest."

Jake put his hand on the inside of Michelle's arm and pushed outward.

"Norm, did you ever do any real work? I mean with your hands, where they get dirty and you had to take a shower when you get home to wash all the sweat and dirt off 'cause you were working so hard during the day? Ever have a job like that, Norm?" He pushed Norm a little.

Michelle put her right arm up and laid her elbow out the open window. She wondered what was happening.

"Yeah, lots of times," Norm answered. "When I was younger I used to buck bales on my uncle's farm. That was some hard work. At the end of the day my cousin – he was older than me – him and me would go in to town. He'd buy some beer and we'd look for some pus.... er, ah, girls. Those were good times. Hard work, though."

"So, did 'ya ever get lucky? Findin' girls," Jake kept it up while his right hand moved to the side of Michelle's breast and began stroking it, still out of Norm's view. He felt her stiffen in the seat. She moved her left leg to the top of the center hump which opened her legs. She pulled up her dress to her knees.

"Yeah, lots of times. Russ, that was my cousin, kept the back seat hot with different ones. Most of the time I sat up front, feeling the car rock and drinkin' beer. Every once in a while one of the girls would get tired and come up and sit with me. Then, Russ would just have one to deal with back there. More than once I got to feel some nice ti... er, ah, breasts." Norm voice trailed off as he turned slightly melancholy with his memories.

"Sounds like some good times, Norm," Jake continued as he applied a little more pressure to Michelle's breast.

"How 'bout after you grew up, Norm? Any knuckle-bustin' jobs?"

"Well," Norm replied, encouraged by the possibility that someone might be interested in his life. "For a while I ran a fork lift at Dexter Steel Supply. That was some hard work – dangerous, too."

Still out of Norm's sight, Jake pinched the side of Michelle's breast between his thumb and forefinger at the mention of the words "hard" and "dangerous." She shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Norm went on. "We had long angle iron and steel pipe and we'd have to put them up on the outside rack, sometimes fifteen feet high. Had to be careful the load didn't tip on you -"

"Any college for you, Norm?" Jake probed, interrupting.

"Naw," Norm said. "Tried a trade school once, but they were too slow for me. Michelle, here, is the one with the brains," he bragged. "Graduate degree in – I can't never remember how to pronounce it – kenes...kinesiology...something like that. Got's to do with movement of your body, gettin' in to different positions and how it all works together. Isn't that right, 'Shel?"

There was no response from Michelle.

"Yeah, she's good. Up to a hundred bucks an hour with some of her clients. Right, 'Shel?"

Again, no response.

"Is that right?" Jake said as his hand traveled down her side from her breast down to her hips where he could feel her thong beneath her thin dress.

"That's pretty impressive." He rubbed his thumb over her thong outside of her dress.

The play continued as they traveled on down the road. Jake keeping up with the questions and comments to Norm. Norm droning on and on. Michelle saying nothing and trying to sit still, but wondering what was going on. Jake kept it up with her breast and moved down her side to her hip once in a while. She began to feel a nervous excitement.

After a while, "There's a truck stop and restaurant up ahead, Norm," Jake said. "Let's stop for lunch – you're buying."

Norm touched the brake to release the cruise, slowed down, and pulled off the highway into the station by the gas pumps.

"Might as well get some gas," Norm commented.

"Good idea," Jake countered. "We'll meet you inside."

He got out of the car and opened Michelle's door. She looked up at him, swung her legs out, and got out of the car. Jake closed the door, grabbed Michelle's left arm, and directed her toward the restaurant. She shook her left arm as if to release his grip, but it only made his grip tighter.

"It's cooler inside," he told her.

The sign said, "Seat Yourself," so Jake picked a booth along the far wall where he could see out the front. She sat down on the inside and he sat beside her.

"Soon as the waitress leaves with our drink order, you should get up and go freshen yourself. And when you come back, I want you to give me your panties," Jake ordered.

Michelle just stared at him.

The waitress came over and put down two menus. Jake ordered three iced teas. The waitress left.

Jake slid out of the booth and stood up. Michelle didn't move.

"C'mon," Jake said, and motioned her to get up. Michelle slid out of the booth and walked back toward the restrooms.

Jake sat down and watched the front of the restaurant. Pretty soon Norm showed up and stood inside the door looking around for them. He saw Jake sitting there and made his way over to him. Norm sat down opposite Jake.

"Damn, it's hot out there, but it's nice in here. Where's Michelle?" Norm asked slightly out of breath.

"She went to freshen herself. We ordered you an iced tea. Here's your menu."

"Thanks," Norm replied.

They continued some light discussion about the weather, the price of gas, and the food.

Michelle showed up back from the restroom and stood at the edge of the table. Norm started to get up, but Jake said, "I got it," and stood up.

He took Michelle's hand as if to help her into the booth and her thong was passed from her to him. She slid into the booth, Jake put her thong into his jeans' pocket, and slid in beside her. Norm just looked at him.

"Better figure out what you want, Norm," Jake said. Norm's attention returned to his menu.

Jake and Michelle shared a menu. The waitress came with their drinks and they ordered.

Soon the food arrived and they ate without saying much. The waitress brought over the tab and left.

"Give her a good tip, Norm," Jake demanded. "She did a good job and they don't get paid shit. And pick up a couple of pints of Old Grand-Dad for the road."

They all got up and walked to the cash register with Norm leading and Jake ahold of Michelle's arm. They waited in the cool while Norm paid and bought the bottles. Then they walked out into the hot to where the car was parked. Norm went around and got in.

Jake guided Michelle to the rear door and said, "Wait." He opened the door, reached in, and pulled his backpack out. He opened the front door and put his backpack on the seat next to Norm.

"What's going on?" asked Norm.

"Just drive, Norm," Jake told him. "Just fuckin' drive."

He closed the front door, turned to Michelle, and said, "Get in."

She got in and slid to the left side of the back seat right behind Norm.

Jake got in and closed the door. "O.K. Hit the road, Norm."

Norm had to use the outside mirror as he backed out of the parking space as his inside view was obstructed by the backpack. He pulled out onto the road and soon had the cruise set at 85.

Jake started in with Norm, asking him about different parts of his life, even his family. Norm was more than willing to keep the conversation going with someone other than Michelle. His attention was on talking and the road.

Time passed.

Jake reached over with his left hand and unbuttoned the top button of her dress. She pushed his hand away, but didn't touch the button.

Pretty soon he reached over and unbuttoned the next button. Again, she pushed his hand away, but didn't touch the button.

Keeping up the conversation with Norm, he reached over and unbuttoned the third button of her dress. She pushed his hand away and her dress opened to expose the top of her bra. She didn't touch the buttons.

By the time he had unbuttoned six buttons and her dress was open to her waist, she had braced herself with her left hand on the back of the front seat and her right hand pressing down on the seat beside her. Her hair was blowing around and in front of her face and her breathing was uneven. She shook her hair back and looked at him. He could see her breasts rising and falling with each breath as they struggled to break free.

He kept Norm talking.

He reached into his pocket and took out his folding knife. He opened it.

She looked at it and silently shook her head, "No!"




The Pick Up



He calmly reached over, carefully placed the knife blade under the center of her bra, and pulled the knife forward. With little pressure, the sharp knife cut the bra and her breasts sprang free of their constraints.

She gasped and her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. Her eyes were wild with fright and excitement. She gathered herself and gradually straightened up. Her breasts stood out proudly, unrestrained. Her nipples were hard and distended. 

He put the knife away.

She shifted in the seat with her back against the door. The wind through the open window blew her hair all around her face. Her tits stared at him as if they were alive.

She pushed one hand on the back of the front seat and her left arm was across the back of the back seat. Her left foot was on the floor and her right leg was bent at the knee and touching the back of the seat. Her tits were at attention pointing straight at him.

He nodded at her. She didn't move, but just stared at him.

He asked Norm another question and Norm began another long, drawn out response.

He looked over at her and nodded again. She didn't move. Then she slowly moved her right hand to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her knees. She put her hand back on the seat.

He nodded at her again. She pulled the hem of her dress up past her knees and put her hand back on the seat.

Even with the wind blowing in through the open window, the heat and excitement caused beads of sweat to run down between her tits.

He nodded at her again. She raised her right leg and put her foot flat on the seat. Her dress slid all the way down. She reached down with her right hand, bunched up her dress, and pulled it up to her waist, revealing herself completely. Her breathing had slowed somewhat, but was deeper and more labored.

He asked Norm another question.

He looked over at her as she was sitting there, displaying herself. He reached out his right hand and she took it with her left hand. In one smooth motion he lifted her to his side of the car onto his lap, facing him with both her legs outside his. He pushed her back against the back of the front seat and leaned forward and began kissing her tits.

Norm's vision of them was completely obscured by the backpack which took up the major portion of the center of the front seat. Norm continued talking.

He held her arms down by her wrists as he licked the sweat from between her tits. He moved to her left tit, kissing and sucking around her nipple and then encircling it with his lips and sucking it into his mouth. His mouth moved to her right tit, biting the nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

She was breathing hard now, causing her chest to rise and fall with each breath. He took advantage of that, holding his mouth just off her tit and then licking it and grabbing the nipple with his lips when she took a breath. He switched back and forth as she began to fidget on his lap.

He stopped to ask Norm another question, leaned back slightly, and released her left wrist with his right hand. He began to massage her left breast with his right hand, kneading it and pinching the nipple. He could tell she was under some stress trying to hold still and keep hidden behind the backpack in the front seat. He released her right wrist.

"Hey, Norm! Gimme' your hand," he told Norm with authority.

"Huh? What?" Norm replied not understanding what he wanted.

"I said 'Give me your hand.' Grab the wheel with your left hand and reach your right hand over the back of the seat," Jake explained.

"Why? What do you want?" Norm said still puzzled.

"Just do as I god damn tell you!" Jake almost yelled. "Give me your god damn hand!"

Michelle's eyes were wide with excitement and fear as she realized what Jake was going to do.

Norm grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand and shifted slightly in his seat so he could move his right arm up and over the back of the seat.

Jake grabbed Norm's wrist and moved his hand onto Michelle's right breast.

"What the...?" Norm spluttered. "What the fuck's going on?"

"You're grabbing her tit, that's what's going on. That's some nice tit, isn't it?" Jake taunted all the while holding Norm's hand against Michelle's breast.

"Why, you son of a bitch!" Norm hollered. "I'm gonna stop this car and beat the shit out of you!"

"He's got a knife!" Michelle yelled.

"What?" Norm asked.

"He's got a knife! He's got a knife!" Michelle repeated, clearly agitated with two men's hands on her tits.

"You keep goin', Norm. Don't even think of stopping," Jake said calmly but in control. "You just keep drivin' and enjoy what you can."

"Feel how soft it is, and firm. Squeeze it, Norm. Pinch that nipple. God, those are some hard nipples." He held Norm's hand tightly on Michelle's breast. Norm's fingers began to squeeze her tit.

"That's it. You can almost get your hand around her whole tit. I bet she likes it rough. Squeeze it rough, Norm," Jake continued to direct Norm.

"You fuckin' bastard," Norm said under his breath, but he increased his manipulation of Michelle's tit.

"Yeah, well, you're lucky and you just don't know it yet. We're all in this car together; we might as well enjoy the ride," Jake maintained. "You do like it, don't you?"

"Fuck, yes, I like it," Norm said. "I just don't know how -"

"Don't you worry 'bout how or why," Jake said. "You just enjoy it, and keep your mind on the road, for god's sake."

Still holding onto Norm's wrist, Jake reached down with his right hand and began stroking the inside of Michelle's thighs. Her one exposed tit was standing straight out, the nipple was hard and red and wet with Jake's saliva. He leaned forward and took the nipple into his mouth and touched her sex.

"Oh!" she said and her body jumped. He began to rub her pussy lips.

"What? What's going on?" Norm asked as he felt her body suddenly move.

"Norm, god damn it!" Jake replied angrily. "I told you just to drive the god damn car and enjoy the feel. I'm not doing anything that you wouldn't do."

He moved his mouth back to her nipple and clamped down on it with his teeth. He pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and spread her legs more.

As he slowly pumped her with his fingers, she began to move her hips back and forth. He bit her nipple harder. He pinched her pussy lips between his thumb and forefinger, pulling down while pushing up into her with his fingers. She groaned.

She moved her left hand to the back of his head and pulled it harder into her as she leaned her head forward so her mouth was close to his ear.

"You bastard," she said. "You fuckin' bastard."

He responded by grinding his hand harder into her cunt. She pushed down against his hand.

After a short while, Jake lifted his head up and pulled his hand out from between her legs. He reached up and stuck his fingers into her mouth; she began to clean them off.

He pulled Norm's hand off her breast.

"O.K., Norm," he said. "Time's up. Go back to driving with both hands." He pushed Norm's arm back toward the front seat. Norm shifted and moved his arm back.

"Probably sore from reaching back here, anyway. Have another hit of Old Grand-Dad."

Michelle's breathing had slowed, but she was still sucking on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and said, "Button up."

With her bra destroyed and pushed to each side, she began to button up the front of her dress. Her tits were straining against the dress and her nipples stood out like marbles. She left the top button undone.

He moved her back to the other side of the seat. She sat there looking at him and pulled her dress up to mid-thigh.

"Norm, pass one of them bottles back," Jake ordered. Without looking back, Norm held a bottle of Old Grand-Dad over his shoulder. Jake grabbed it and took two healthy swigs.

"Ahhhhh... Damn." He offered the bottle to Michelle. She shook her head "No." He offered it again. She made no motion. He offered it again. This time she took the bottle and turned it upside down on her lips. "Glug, glug." She handed it back to him and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"That's a girl," he said as he capped the bottle and passed it back to Norm.

Norm was agitated; Jake tried to calm him down.

"That's some good whiskey, Norm. You've got good taste. Nice car, too. It's too bad the A/C's not working. You got a nice woman, too, Norm. First class, don't you think?" Jake went on.

Norm realized that somebody just said three nice things about him – never mind that it was nothing about him personally, that it was just about things he had – he couldn't remember that ever happening before.

"Damn right!" he replied. "I always go first class. That's the only way to go. Why, I remember the time when..." and he started off on another story (maybe some of it was true) about himself and the things he had done.

Jake moved to the middle of the back seat with his right arm resting on the back of the front seat. He reached out with his left hand and began to play with her breasts. Before long her eyes were closed and her head was lying back against the seat. The wind through the open window was swirling her hair. Her hands were at her side. He unbuttoned her dress so he could access the hot, firm flesh. She relaxed while he took advantage of her tits.

The car slowed.

"What're you doin', Norm?" Jake asked surprised.

"It's hot, we need gas, and Michelle needs a cold drink. Don't 'cha, Michelle?" His voice raising on the last question. "I'm gonna stop at this truck stop."

Jake looked over at Michelle who began to button her dress.

Norm pulled up to the pumps. Jake and Michelle got out and went inside without saying anything. Michelle went straight to the restroom; Jake went to the soft drink coolers.

When Norm came in to pay, Jake had several bottles of soft drinks on the counter along with three 32 oz. plastic cups and a bag of cubed ice. Norm looked at him and was about to ask Jake what was all this for.

Jake said, "A little mixed drinks with ice, Norm. Easy to take driving down the road. Just pay the man. And get a big bottle of Old Grand-Dad. I'm kind of beginning to like that."

Norm paid and the clerk put all the bottles in a bag. Jake grabbed the bag and the ice.

"Where's Michelle?" asked Norm.

"She'll be along," Jake said as he turned to look at the back of the store. Michelle came out of the restroom and walked toward them.

"Here she is. Hit it, Norm," ordered Jake.

They walked out into the hot, late afternoon sun toward the car, still parked at the pumps. 

Norm hesitated as he walked around the front of the car. "I suppose you're still -"

"Drive the damn car, Norm. I'll fix you a mixed drink with ice."

Resigned, Norm got in behind the wheel. Michelle opened the right rear door, got in and slid to the other side. Jake got in and put the bags on the floor at his feet.

"The sooner you hit the road, Norm, the sooner you'll get this cold drink." Norm gunned it back onto the asphalt and the car climbed rapidly to cruising speed.

Jake looked over at Michelle. She held out her hand. Jake reached out and she gave him her bra. He grinned and dropped it on the passenger's side of the front seat, beside his backpack.

Then he proceeded to make some drinks. Michelle held the cups while he filled them with ice, what looked to be about 3 ozs. of whiskey, and topped it off with Coke. He handed the first cup to Norm.

"Here you go, Norm. Don't drink it too fast. Enjoy." Norm took the cup and took a nice, long drink. 

"Ahhhhhhh..." he said. "That's good."

Jake made two more stiff drinks, took one and gave one to Michelle. They leaned back on the seat, felt the wind blowing in the windows, and savored the cold drinks.

Pretty soon Jake reached over and unbuttoned Michelle's dress so he had access to her breasts. He reached down for an ice cube and quickly placed it on her right nipple.

"Oh!" she cried as her body jerked from the sensation. Immediately the nipple stiffened up. He rubbed the ice around her nipple and her tit. He moved it to her left side and soon both her nipples were standing straight out, hard as rocks.

Jake put the ice cube to her mouth and she opened and took it while sucking the coldness from his fingers.

"Ready for another, Norm?" Jake asked knowing full well what the answer would be.

"Sure," Norm said as he handed his cup back over his shoulder. Jake grabbed it and tossed the ice out the window.

"Always use fresh ice," he said before anyone had a chance to ask.

He made another drink. "Here 'ya go, Norm," as he handed the cup back to Norm.

Norm said, "You know, I was thinkin'...."

"Yeah, what were you thinking, Norm?" Jake responded.

"I was thinkin' we should stop up here after a while. You know, before it gets too late. Wouldn't want to be shut out of a motel room. Besides, we're all hot and tired. We could rest and go get supper."

"God damn, Norm," Jake said. "That's a good idea you got. Let's do a couple more drinks and then find a place to stop."

Proud of himself, Norm said, "O.K."

It turned out the next stop with any motels was an hour further down the road. By that time Norm was reaching his drink limit and Jake had made Norm slow down to 60 from 85. Jake had been making Norm's drinks weaker and weaker, but Norm didn't know the difference. The more liquor in him, the more he talked; often without even being prompted with questions.

That was just fine with Jake as it gave him more time to molest Michelle when he didn't have to keep Norm talking. And Jake was doing a good job at it; so much so that Michelle was in disarray. Her dress was completely off her shoulders and her legs were splayed wide across the back seat. She was about half-drunk from the strong drinks Jake was giving her and she was putting her own ice cubes on herself. Jake was keeping her hot and bothered with his almost constant mauling of her tits and nipples with his hands, fingers, mouth, and teeth. He would suck and bite at a nipple, then pull away; then Michelle would apply ice to sooth the pain. He kept her legs spread; caressing her legs and thighs without touching her sex even though it was on full display. Her pussy lips were red and puffy and slick with her juices. He had other plans.

"There's some motels," shouted Norm as he touched the brakes to disengage the cruise control. "We're gonna' stop here."

Jake peered out the windshield and, sure enough, it looked like a good place to stop. As Norm took the exit, they discussed which motel they wanted. They chose a nice-looking one with a pool and parking in front of each room. Norm pulled in to check-in at the office.

"O.K., Norm," said Jake. "Go in and get us one room on the ground floor with two queen or king beds. I don't want none of those doubles or singles. And find out where a nice steak house is; I think I'm going to be hungry after a while. And don't let on that you're drunk."

"Ah'm not drunk," replied Norm, slurring his words.

"That's right, Norm. You're not drunk. Don't fuck it up. Now go."

Norm got out of the car and went into the office.

Jake looked at Michelle. She was just sitting there with her drink in her hand. "Give me your drink. I like looking at your tits, but you need to button up." He took her drink and she began to make herself presentable. By the time Norm got back she was ready to go.

"Room 15," Norm said has he got into the car. "Halfway down by th'end of the spool."

"What'er you waiting on? Let's go and park in front," Jake said.

Norm maneuvered the car out around the pool and parked in front of number 15. They got out and went into the room.

The room was nicely furnished for a motel. There were two king beds along one wall opposite a large chest of drawers that held the flat screen TV. There was a table with two chairs in the corner with a desk lamp and some brochures. On the other side of the chest was a large easy chair. Beyond that was a small closet and the bathroom. Norm went directly to the A/C unit in the wall and turned it on full cold.

Then Norm and Jake went back out to the car to get Jake's backpack and the suitcases. They put the suitcases and the backpack on the bed nearest the window. Jake put the bag of ice in the bathroom sink and filled the ice bucket. He put it on the small table with the bottles of Old Grand-Dad and the soda.

Michelle announced that she was going to take a shower. Norm smiled at this, thinking of what it might lead to. Michelle got her bath things out of her suitcase, went into the bathroom, and closed the door.

"Norm, you're not drivin' now. Let's get serious 'bout drinkin'," said Jake and he proceeded to fix a couple of strong drinks.

Norm sat on the floor with his back against the foot of the bed and Jake took the easy chair opposite the bed.

By the time Michelle emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel and drying her hair with another towel, Norm was shit-faced drunk. Jake had been pushing drinks at Norm just as fast as he could take them, while Jake was barely into his second drink.

Michelle's towel extended just far enough to hide everything and her long legs drew the attention of both men. She walked between them and stood in front of the A/C unit and began to rub her hair dry.

"Shhee ursally does this withsout any towel," Norm, clearly drunk, told Jake.

"Lose the towel, 'Shelly!" Norm called, looking over at Michelle. Michelle ignored him.

Norm continued. "Dry your hair like you ursally do, 'Shel," he said. She continued to dry her hair and ignore him.

Norm went to his hands and knees and crawled over to Michelle, reached up, and pulled the towel from her, leaving her naked with her back to them both. She hesitated a second, then continued to rub her hair dry in front of the A/C unit. Norm turned and looked back at Jake with a look of accomplishment, then crawled back to the foot of the bed. Jake handed him another drink.

Pretty soon, Michelle finished drying her hair, put the towel in front of her, and turned around. Norm stood up, staggered over to her, and maneuvered her in between the beds with a little struggle from her. He pulled the towel from her, half threw her onto the bed on her back, said "I wanna make love," and began to take his clothes off. He got on top of her and began to kiss her with no response from her. In a short time she pushed him off and he rolled off the bed onto the floor between the side of the bed and the wall. He started to snore as soon as he hit the floor.

Michelle propped herself up on one elbow and looked at Jake. He set his drink down, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off. He kicked his shoes and socks off, unbuttoned his pants and took them off. He pulled his boxers off and his hard, stiff cock sprang free. He dropped the boxers on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

Michelle slowly got up off the bed and walked the few steps over to the easy chair and stopped.

"Why don't you sit on the floor?" she asked him.

Jake slid off the chair and sat on the floor with his back to the chair. Michelle stepped forward, raised her left leg onto the right arm of the chair, grabbed hold of the back of the chair, lifted herself up and swung her right leg over the left arm of the chair. Jake was looking up with his head leaning back on the seat cushion. Michelle was poised directly above him.

She slowly lowered herself onto Jake's face.

Jake knew what to do and Michelle began to rock back and forth and from side to side, enjoying the sensation of his mouth and tongue. Jake reached up and put his hands on her hips and followed the rocking motion. She moaned. She rose up a little and Jake ran his tongue up each side of her pussy lips, then ran it flat down the middle licking up her juices. He sucked her lips into his mouth and tongued her clit. He pulled his head away and blew on her cunt. Then he moved up to suck her clit, biting and tonguing it. Her juices ran freely, coating his face and running down his chin. The only noises in the room were the A/C, Michelle moaning, and Jake making kissing and slurping noises on Michelle's cunt.




The Pick Up



After what seemed a long time, Michelle leaned forward and rose up. She said nothing, put her hands on the seat cushion, slid her legs backward, and slowly slid down the front of Jake's body to rest on her knees. Without stopping her motion, she reached down, grabbed his cock, and impaled herself with it. Now Jake moaned.

She put her arms around his neck, leaned forward, and licked her juices from around his mouth. She kissed him full on the lips, pushed her tits into his chest, and began to fuck him with the same rocking motion she had used when she was sitting on his face.

She changed positions, squatting over him and touching him with only her hands on his shoulders and her cunt on his cock and fucked him the full length with every stroke.

She sat hard on his cock, leaned back, and put her legs on his shoulders, bending her knees and fucking him with a short motion.

She leaned up with her legs still on his shoulders, grabbed her hands behind his neck, and pulled herself up and down on his cock.

She sat sideways on him, pushing herself up and down with her hands.

She faced away from him, squatting over him with only her cunt touching his cock, lifting herself up and down.

Still facing away from him, she went to her hands and knees, taking all of his cock into her cunt and she lowered herself onto his hips. She began to rock back and forth, effortlessly taking him full stroke.

After a time, she pivoted on his cock, kissed him, and stood up. Her thighs were slick with wetness halfway to her knees. She walked over to the bed, lay down on her back, raised her knees up, and let them fall to her side on the bed. Jake got up, went over to the bed, and began to fuck her with her drunken husband on the floor beside the bed.

They set a rhythm of movement that matched their bodies, their hard breathing, and their moans and groans. They reached peaks; Michelle came easily on her back with her legs in the air or pinned against her shoulders. She would groan and call for more; he would hit her hard and she would come with her eyes closed, shaking her head, pounding the bed with her fists, and clawing his back with her fingers. They drifted through peaks and valleys with only the sound of their bodies slapping together.

"God, I've never fucked like this before!" she confessed. "I must have come a hundred times! Don't ever stop fucking me! I can't take any more. You've got to stop. My pussy's so sore it wants more of your cock. You've got to come. I've got to rest. You're fucking me to death!"

Jake pumped three more times, then pushed in and dumped his load deep into her cunt.

"Oh, fuck! I can feel it hit me! Oh, my god!" she said as she came hard again.

They relaxed and he lifted himself off and lay down beside her. Her pussy lips were red and swollen as if they would never again come together. The lay beside each other, their sweaty bodies touching as their breathing slowed. The cool air hit them.

"You hungry?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"Me neither. But I'm cold. Can we get under the covers?"

They pulled the covers back and crawled into them. They were asleep in no time.

...

Jake woke up and looked at the time on the cheap, clock radio that was in almost all motel rooms. It was a little after ten p.m. Michelle was on her back, sleeping soundly and – what was that other noise? It was Norm, still on the floor between the side of the bed and the wall, snoring loudly.

Jake lay back down and thought about the events of the day. In all his days of hitching, this day ranked up there among the best. He smiled and realized he was hungry.

He gently shook Michelle to wake her. "Michelle, wake up. It's Jake."

She stirred and rolled onto her side facing him. "You going to fuck me again?"

He smiled, leaned over, and kissed her. "You hungry? You want something to eat?" he asked.

"You mean 'food'?" she replied, grinning.

"Yeah, food. I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

"O.K., that sounds good. I don't always like to fuck on an empty stomach!" she teased him.

"Well, let's eat first, then we'll see what happens. I suppose we have to wake Norm so he can pay for dinner."

"Hell, no. Let him sleep. I'll get his card and we'll go. He'll probably be out until morning. Besides we'd have to wait for him to wake up, get up, sober up, and clean up. By then I probably wouldn't be hungry anymore."

Michelle got out of bed and went over to where Norm's pants were lying on the floor. She fished around and found his wallet, opened it, and took out his AmEx card. She held it up.

"He always like to use this; makes him feel important. Even with the $180 annual fee. Let's go."

They freshened up, got dressed, and left the room locking the door behind them. Norm never did tell them where a good steak house was or if he even asked the desk clerk about it. So they went to the office and asked. The recommendation was for a place a half mile away. Michelle went back to the room, got the car keys, and they drove to the restaurant. They had raw oysters for starters and inch-thick New York strip steaks, cooked rare. A bottle of expensive wine helped wash it all down.

The charge on Norm's card was approved and they drove back to the motel. Norm was still out and in the same place as when they had left. Jake moved the big chair around and they sat together watching TV.

After a while Michelle got restless and said she was going to bed. She got off of Jake's lap and went into the bathroom. Jake was still watching TV when she returned, so she stood between him and the TV and began to undress. When she was down to her panties, she stood with her legs spread, raised her arms over her head, and stretched.

"It's bedtime for me," she said.

"You smell like sex," Jake replied switching the TV off.

"Good," she responded with a smile. "Are we going to fuck again?"

She took off her panties, threw them at Jake, and skipped over to the bed nearest the window. She pulled down the covers and got on the bed on her hands and knees with her head toward the wall. She looked back over her shoulder at Jake.

"You comin' to bed?" she asked as she suggestively spread her knees.

Jake got undressed, climbed onto the bed, and they fucked hard until they both came.

They lay beside each other, exhausted, their bodies touching.

"I'm leaving early in the morning," Jake disclosed.

"Mmmmmm..." she murmured. "Probably just as well. You would probably fuck me to death if you stayed."

They pulled the sheet up over them and went to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, he was gone.



The Pick-up Artist



She wasn't sure why she was here. Her desire for a drink aside, this wasn't usually the type of place she came to whet her appetite for a martini..

As in most bars she'd encountered over the years when she came by herself, she was approached by more than one man offering to buy her her next drink. She seldom said yes to those offers, and tonight was no exception.

Until he walked in that was. She hadn't noticed him, too enthralled by the text message she'd received from a co-worker. She felt his presence before noticing him standing next to her. Not too close as to invade her space, but close enough that she knew he wasn't just standing there to place his drink order. He was trying to get her attention.

He ordered and she knew he was looking at her then as was the bartender.

"And whatever she's having," he sold boldly, as if there was no possibility of her saying no.

It was on the tip of her tongue to brush him off as she had the others who had approached her that evening, but as she eyed him she knew that he was the exception. She nodded and the bartender went about making her another martini as he took the seat next to hers.

He didn't say anything, but then he didn't really have to. Instead, they quietly sipped their drinks together until the music started. He stood, setting his glass down.

"Dance with me."

It wasn't really a request nor did he seem to be asking if she even wanted to dance, which of course she didn't. She wasn't a dancer and that wasn't why she came here tonight for sure.

She slid off the stool, though, not missing the looks more than one man cast in her direction as they walked toward the dance floor. She wasn't the greatest dancer, but she was good at flirting and dancing was little more than using her whole body to do that. So, she put it to work, brushing against him in time to the music. First it was the fronts of her thighs, her chest, and shoulders then she turned around letting him get a glimpse of her bare back before she pressed her ass against the front of his pants.

His hands went to her hips then and she thought maybe she'd gone too far, given him more than he'd really signed up for. His hands hard at her hips, firmly holding her against him gave her a very different answer. He started dancing back, only his hips were thrusting against her ass in a deliciously wicked way.

She gave a small gasp when a thumb grazed her back, left almost completely exposed by the dress she'd chosen to wear that night. It wasn't the most functional thing, but it covered the parts that she was legally required to keep hidden. That was all that mattered.

One song turned into two with his arms sliding almost possessively around her waist as they continued dancing with her back pressed firmly against his front. She could feel it affecting him and grew not just warm but wet in places at the very idea that she was responsible for that reaction in him.

She turned around then, ensuring she didn't break free from the hold he had on her. Her arms went around his shoulders, pressing herself closer against him. She gave him a smile, biting her tongue a little to stop herself from asking the question foremost on her mind right now. It didn't really matter.

The music playing didn't concern either of them, they were dancing to their own it seemed. And were on the same page with the type of music, at least to the point that whatever each one had playing in their head it required them dancing close.

She lost track of how long they'd been out there together, dancing in their own world to their own music. It had been a while, though, because the bar's crowd had thinned out.

She slid her hand into his, breaking his hold on her waist for the first time. She stepped away from him then, glancing at him over her shoulder she tugged on his hand. A clear message she wanted him to follow her, come with her.

He followed without her having to say a word. Smart man. She liked that, liked that she hadn't had to say much to this point. As she led him outside to her car, she doubted she'd be saying much for the rest of the night. At least if she had her way.

She stopped at the passenger side of the car, her back flush against it she drew him toward her and slid her arms around his neck again. She kissed him then. Unnecessary maybe for it was clear what they both had on their mind. Flowers, romance, an exchange of names and numbers wasn't it.

Some might think she was drunk, but anyone truly observing her would know she'd barely had more than a few sips of either martini she'd had that evening. So, she was perfectly sober, reaching for the front of this man's shirt and starting to work her hand under it to feel the warmth of his skin, darker than hers, directly.

Her lips opened, tongue finding his as he took the queue and reached into the top of her dress, taking one of her large, round, and achingly heavy breasts into his hands. She gave a sharp gasp into their kiss when his fingertip found her nipple, stroking it not once but twice. And again before closing his fingertips around it in a pinch.

He increased the pressure to the point she wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain. She broke the kiss then, letting her head fall back against the car door.

Apparently, he wasn't done with the kiss as his mouth found her neck. She groaned softly as he sucked and bit the skin there. He was going to leave a mark and she knew she should stop him, but as his hand continued its magic on her breast she didn't have it in her to stop him from doing anything just then.

Instead, she did just the opposite of stopping him, sliding her hands to the back of his head so as to prevent him from stopping his pleasantly torturous feasting at her neck.

She murmured in protest when he moved his hand away from her breasts until she felt his hand rest against her thigh. She was wearing stockings so her leg was bare where he touched and she shivered a little, knowing in a minute or two he was going to discover it wasn't the only thing bare.

At least she hoped he was going to.

His hand slid higher along her thigh, pushing the dress' hem up with it. She moved her hand to reach for it, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist and drawing it over her head. He held her off with one hand while the other continued pushing the hem of her dress up.

She knew when he'd realized she was wearing absolutely nothing under the dress. The lack of bra was obvious from the beginning, but going without panties was a surprise. And the reason she'd protested his pushing her dress up so far. It was too late now, anyone walking could notice though it was pretty dark where she'd parked.

The word stop was a moment away from coming out of her mouth, but he was one step ahead of her. He released the wrist he held captive and used his hand to tug the tie at her neck holding the top of her dress in place. It fell to her waist, leaving her breasts bare, nipples peaking not just from the attention he'd paid them earlier but the night air.

He took one in his mouth and she knew there was no stopping him now. He seemed to have that power over her. He sucked and laved the nipple with his mouth and tongue, taking it between his teeth for a bite painful enough it had her moving to her tip toes in an attempt to get away.

His other hand was stroking her lower lips, sliding along her creases there without actually entering her, which she found both exciting and frustrating. She was, if she was honest enough to admit it to herself, horny.

He guided her to the hood of her car, her face down against it. The sound of his zipper warned her what was going to happen, but she was more focused on the feeling of the cold metal against her torso, her aroused nipples pressed into it.

She should have thought of a condom, but it was too late for such things as he was pressing into her. He didn't waste time with gentle strokes. He was there, pushing against her opening, forcing her lips to part and accept his length. He gave her little time to adjust before he was inside of her, deep and hard, making her cry out.

"You want company?" he practically growled as he thrust inside of her. His hands were at her hips, holding her in place as he moved almost roughly within her.

"Damn girl," he said after a moment, noticing the same thing she had apparently. The rougher he was, the wetter she got. He took advantage of that knowledge, thrusting so hard and deep she knew she would have issues even sitting in her car to get home that night pain-free.

His hands slid along her thighs, spreading them and locking them together as he needed or wanted her to do. He spread them wide, his fingers running along the crease of her ass finding her hole there. She gasped as he slid a fingertip inside of her. One was joined by two, thankfully he wasn't as rough with them as he was his cock. At least until he'd gotten her ready to be handled that way.

She moved against him as best she could considering the position she was in. She had a hard time deciding which hole she wanted to get the most attention.

He took that decision away from her, too, pulling out of her and sliding his wet cock between her ass. He thrust it that way a couple of times, teasing her she imagined. She reached behind her, a hand going to either cheek so she could spread them, telling him without words what she wanted. It didn't matter at this point which hole he was in, she just wanted him inside of her somewhere.

Apparently, he understood her unspoken invitation because he pressed into her opening soon after. She groaned, unable to stop herself as she felt her ass getting filled with his length. She wiggled her hips a little, wanting to feel more of him. Wanting her to fuck her as he had been doing before deciding to change places.

He soon was thrusting into her as hard and deep as before. A couple of his thrusts were so hard that they scooted her body up along the car, which was somewhat painful against her bare breasts. One hand shot to her mouth when she cried out again, louder this time. She couldn't help it. It was wonderful even if it meant she was the biggest slut in the world. She loved it. Loved this man pumping into her ass as if he owned it, owned her, and had the right to be there.

His pace picked up. She knew he was getting close when he slid his hand around her waist, reaching between her thighs for her clit. She went off so powerfully she thought she'd faint. He wasn't too far behind her, she heard the soft groans that he evidently couldn't stifle as his cock pulsed inside of her, filling her with his sperm.

After a few minutes, he was still though he was still inside of her, sliding his cock in and out ever so slightly. Apparently he wasn't ready to pull out any more than she was ready for him to be out. Eventually, he had to. She felt a hard slap to one of her ass cheeks before his hand slid between her ass, sliding a finger into her hole. He withdrew it and she felt a trail of his cum left behind by his finger. And then his hand was gone, soon to be brought down against her in a harder spank. She cried out not having expected it. He did it again, this time she didn't make a sound unsure if he was testing her. Again and again, he spanked her, stopping once in a while to coat her ass with his cum almost as if it was meant to be the soothing balm she needed for the fiery heat she felt on her ass.

He stepped away, zipped up his pants and helped her off the car's hood. She wasn't sure she'd be able to walk to her car door, but she managed somehow. He opened it for her, letting her slide in without so much as an attempt to kiss her.

She started the car, reversing out of the space with the image of her partner for the evening illuminated by her headlights. He didn't move, she figured he would eventually once she'd left.

She drove home, straightening her skirt as best she could before going inside. No one was home so she went straight to her room and to the big bed there that waited for her. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her ring, sliding it onto her left ring finger where it belonged. Afterward, she removed her dress and dropped it in a nearby chair so she'd remember to get it cleaned.

Moments later, she heard the front door open and close, heavy footsteps on the stairs and then the approach to her bedroom.

She had just made it to the bed, naked and lying on her bed, her ass still on fire from the spanking she'd received outside the bar. She smiled when she saw him, the smile grew wider when she saw him reach for the zipper on his pants. That meant he'd had as good a time as she did.

"Hey baby," she purred, spreading her legs to welcome him to her where he belonged. "A funny thing happened to me on my home tonight."

"Me, too," he said huskily, driving into her hard and fast. "My, my," he said, running his fingertip along the mark on her neck. "I guess I don't need to ask what your funny thing was."

She chuckled softly with a shake of her head, arching her neck in invitation. "Leave me more," she whispered.

He didn't have to be asked twice, marking her once again on her neck before dropping his head lower to focus on her breasts. Breasts only a little while ago he had treated so roughly he kissed and licked as if they were the most fragile of things. And, she supposed, in some ways they were for not too long from now someone else would be sucking on them, but for a very different reason.

~The End~ 



The Pick-Up Game... 01



My name is Mikoli Greene. I am married to a big, beautiful woman named Sandy. Sandy is 5"7" tall, wears size 20 clothing, and has 38DD breasts. 

Sandy had a major health crisis that required surgery to correct. This was the early '90's and surgery techniques were not as sophisticated as they are today. The surgery left a twelve inch long scar across Sandy's belly three inches above the belly button and the loss of muscle tone while recuperating had hastened the beginning of the sagging of her breasts. Before the surgery, our sex life was great. We had sex every other day. On the weekends we would have sex two or three times at least over the entire weekend. Sometimes it was slow, gentle love making. The other times it would be pure animal fucking. Sandy would even initiate sex occasionally. After the surgery, our sex life changed, from every other day to once a week. On the weekends we would have sex once both days if I was lucky. Sandy never initiated sex. She went to therapy for a year to help her with herself image issues when I finally complained about her lack of enthusiasm for sex. Our sex life improved a little after that but not back to the way it was before the surgery, yet better than before therapy.

 "Mikoli, I know you're not happy with our sex life. I try to make you happy, but I can tell you're not."

 "NO, Sandy! You're wrong! I'm happy!" I exclaimed lying through my teeth. 

 "Oh Mikoli, why would you hurt me like that?" Sandy said to me as she started sobbing quietly. "You promised never to lie to me, yet you just did!"

"Oh, crap busted!" I thought to myself. "Don't just sit there, stupid! Do whatever you need to do to make this right!"

 "Okay! Okay! You're right! I'm not totally happy with our sex life. I didn't want to hurt your feelings by admitting it. That didn't work though did it? I still ended up hurting you!" I said to her as I grabbed her into my arms.

 "Can I get back to what I was trying to say now?" Sandy inquired of me. (She had always been a take charge type person in the past. That was the second time since her surgery that she had brought that side of herself out again.) "I have an idea that might help spice up our sex life."

"I'm all ears!"

"You remember when I was working at the store and how excited I got when men would hit on me?" 

"Yes?" I answered questioningly.

 "What if we tried something similar?" 

 "You need to be more specific, Sandy! Do you want to pick up guys for sex again? Are you going to do them here or somewhere else? I thought we agreed we were done with that!" My voice always got louder when I got angry. 

"NO! Nothing like that! You're the only man I want to have sex with for the rest of my life! It's something different!"

 "Okay, I'm sorry I yelled at you! 

 "Okay! I was reading a back issue of a women's magazine in the doctor's waiting room before my appointment last week and I read this article about a method one couple used to spice up their sex life. It was called "The Pick-up Game". Basically the wife would go into a bar alone and let strange men hit on her. The husband would be sitting somewhere else in the bar watching. When the wife was sufficiently aroused from the attention or if a guy got too aggressive, the wife would signal the husband. The husband would whisk her out of the bar and take her either home or to a room in the hotel the bar was in. They'd have the most intense sex when they were alone together." Sandy explained to me. "Do you think we could do that?"

 What was I going to say, no? She would know it was a lie because the little guy had sprung to attention as the images flashed through my brain while she told me her idea. 

"Yes! Yes, I think we could!" 

From her flushed cheeks and the increase in her breathing, I could tell Sandy was excited as well. I pulled her down beside me on the couch and started kissing her, caressing her and started undressing her. When I got her blouse off, I saw she had on one of her bras that unhooked in the front. I loved those bras! So much easier to unhook! All most instant access to her big, beautiful chest melons! I dropped my head and started licking all over her breast avoiding the nipple. I switched to her other breast and did the same thing. When Sandy was squirming and moaning incoherently, I grabbed her nipple in my lips and swirled its tip with my tongue. When Sandy arched her large but beautiful ass off the couch, I knew she was ready for a good fucking.  

 We helped each other wiggle out of our clothes on the couch. I couldn't resist swiping my tongue up and down her slit a couple of times, savoring her sweet nectar. I lifted up and rubbed the bulbous head of my dick on her slit imitating the motions of my tongue.

 "Stop teasing me!... Fuck me!...Shove your fat dick in me! Please... Please make me cum on your fat dick!"

 I started driving my dick into her fast and furiously as she was thrusting her pelvis up to meet me. After ten minutes of that frenetic pace, Sandy started moaning and grunting in the way she did before she came. She arched her ass driving herself to me and held as she shuddered in her orgasmic release. I continued to pump my turgid member in and out of her. I slowed to nice, easy strokes as Sandy relaxed. After she had caught her breath enough to talk, I asked if we could change positions. I slipped my dick out of her hot, moist center so that she could get into doggie. I lined back up with her dripping, gaping hole and slam into her to the hilt in one stroke. 

"You've already had your cum! It's my turn! I'm going to pound this pussy till I cum!" 

  "Do it! Use that pussy to get off! You know I'll cum again anyway!" 

  I tried as hard as I could to pound her pussy into submission. I knew the attempt would be useless, but I could try. After ten or fifteen minutes of hard and fast drives into her body, I felt that familiar tension in my balls. With one hard plunge, I emptied my scrotal contents into her hot, deep well. I felt another orgasmic shudder from Sandy as she reached her release as my steamy seed bathed her interior walls. Sandy collapsed down onto the couch with me following. I lay on top of her back with her beautiful ass against my crotch. I sat on the other end of the couch when Sandy indicated she needed to get up. She turned and sat beside me as I gathered her into my arms.

 Sandy and I discussed ways, where's, and how's of implementing "The Game". Our first foray was in the bar of a hotel a few blocks from our house. She wore a blue dress that hugged her upper body and the hem of the dress fell to mid-calf. It had built-in support that pushed her gorgeous breasts up and out. She applied just a touch of makeup to her face. She wore black thigh high hose and black pumps with two inch heels.

Sandy took the second to last seat to the left of the bar while I took a table to the side where I could see her profile and her full face when she turned to the left. We had done our homework. The seat to her right was occupied by a regular, a female barfly who would be there till last call. Occasionally that lady would leave with a man, but normally the bartenders had to put her in a cab at closing time. The empty seat to Sandy's left was the only easy access an interested man had to her. I did not care to see his expressions. Sandy's expressions were all I cared about. At the first sign of distress from her, I planned to move in and whisk her out of there. 

  Sandy ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri because her meds prevented her from using alcohol. 

 Ten minutes can sometimes be so long and sometimes be so short. In this case, it seemed short. That is how long it took for the first guy to make his move. He was 5'8" tall with a receding hairline and a big gut sticking over his belt. I knew when I saw him that Sandy would not give him much more than a polite hello and no thank you. I was correct in my assessment. When he spoke to her, she turned her head to him and said something then shook her head no. She turned back to the bar and ignored him. He finally took the hint and left. He hadn't got more than five feet from Sandy before the next guy moved in. 

 Guy number two had the potential for more than a hello and no thank you. Six foot tall, full head of brown hair, a small paunch in the middle; he didn't invade Sandy's space like the last guy had. He leaned against the bar and just turned his head to speak to Sandy. She turned her head to him and they started a conversation. When Sandy turned her body toward him on the barstool, I knew the flirting had begun. He sat on the stool beside Sandy facing her. Sandy let him touch her on the upper arm. They were laughing and touching each other lightly. I could tell Sandy was getting aroused, as was I, as was her admirer. Sandy had allowed him to caress her upper thigh. Every time he leaned in to try and kiss her, she leaned away. When he placed his hand on her mound, Sandy grabbed his wrist and literally threw it away from her body. She turned all the way to the right facing the female barfly, that being our signal. I had already started in their direction when he placed his hand on her sex.

"Hi, honey! Sorry I'm late! Have you been waiting long?"

 I could tell Romeo was pissed but didn't really care. We left the bar arm in arm and stood next to the passenger side door of our car making out like teenagers. We rushed home quickly, but safely, where Sandy attacked me as soon as we were in the door. We had the most intense fuck session since before the surgery. When we had calmed down, we when upstairs to bed and made slow, gentle love to each other. We would do "The Pick-up Game" once every two months for the next year. We stopped when it went wrong, but that is another story.

             To Be Continued



The Pick-Up Game... 02



Sandy and I played "The Pick-up Game" on different weekends of every other month. We found a night club on the other side of the county from where we lived. There was a nice, clean hotel next door to the club. We would get a room for the night on weekends we were going to play the game. Sandy would be so excited from the male attention on those nights that she didn't want to wait the twenty to twenty five minutes it would take to drive home. That suited me because I would be so aroused from watching Sandy flirting, dancing, and being felt up by other men that I didn't want to have to wait either. 

Sandy and I would go to the club on date nights just for us, also. We got to know the regular bar tenders, waitresses, and bouncers on a first name basis. The first time we played "The Game" at the club, a waitress named Beth came and asked me if everything was alright between Sandy and me. I explained what the deal was and Beth cautioned me that it could back fire on us one day. I didn't know how prophetic her words would be.

Sandy and I had been playing "The Game" for a year now. The warning that Beth had given me early in our pursuit of "The Game" was forgotten. It would come back to the forefront of my mind fairly quickly on that particular Saturday night. 

We had some rules for "The Game". No going to a table with a man. No kissing on the lips. No removal of any clothing, visible or invisible. No argument when I decided it had gone too far. We went to the restroom at the same time so Sandy was in my sight at all times outside of the restroom. We left together, just the two of us. The fucking like animals after was an unspoken rule. 

Sandy was dressed in her sexiest outfit, a new red dress with a form fitting upper portion that accentuated her beautiful 40DD breasts. The hem fell at just above the knees. She had on little black open toed, spaghetti strapped shoes with three inch heels. Her brown hair was cut to frame her round but beautiful face. Her green eyes had that sparkle they got when she was happy and/or excited. She had applied just a touch of color to her cheeks. Her lips wore the muted red shade that she preferred and she was beautiful.

I went into the club first to get into position. Sandy followed five minutes later and went straight to the bar. Jim, one of the regular bar tenders, had her virgin daiquiri waiting on her when she got to the bar. It only took five or six minutes before the first guy approached Sandy at the bar. Bill was a regular customer at the club. He was about 6'1" tall, brown haired, in fair physical shape. He had been at the club every time Sandy and I had been. I think he knew that Sandy and I were playing some kind of game. He had seen us together in the club on numerous occasions. After approaching Sandy one time when we were together and finding out real quick that that was a no-no, he had to have figured something was going on. Sandy had flirted and danced with him in the past. He was none too happy when I swooped in and whisked Sandy away the one time she had spent most of the evening cavorting with him on the dance floor. Sandy was polite to him this night, but he got the message fairly quickly that nothing was going to happen between him and Sandy tonight.

I was a bit surprised when after Bill had been turned away, two men approached Sandy. One was blonde, 6'3 or 4" tall, muscular physique under a blue three buttoned polo shirt, and black or navy blue dress slacks. The other one was 6', with black hair, the same muscular build; wearing a yellow button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. They sauntered up to Sandy, one on either side. I should have gone to her then, but we had only been there thirty to forty five minutes and didn't want to spoil Sandy's fun.

The men and Sandy started talking and laughing together after the first five awkward minutes. Sandy would turn her head to talk and smile at one or the other. Everything seemed to be under control so I relaxed. It was when Jim brought Sandy a fresh daiquiri that the trouble started. Blondie got Sandy to turn her stool toward him. I watched as Blackie poured something into her drink. At that moment I went to find Tony. 

Tony was the main bouncer for the club, 6'6" tall, at least 300 hundred pounds of pure muscle, Tony was the scariest looking man I had ever met. He was also the sweetest, funniest man I had ever met. That side only came out after someone took the time to get to know him.

"Tony, Sandy's in trouble at the bar!" I exclaimed to him when I found him. "Two guys are hitting on her and I saw one of them spike her drink! I'm no match for either of them! Will you help me?"

"For Miss Sandy, I would take on the whole Titans football team!" Tony answered me. 

We hurried to the bar. A couple of Tony's bouncers must have seen the urgency in Tony's face because they started following us. I was in a panic when I didn't see Sandy or the men at the bar.

"Jim, please tell me you saw where they went?" I yelled to Jim.

"They went toward the back corner!" 

"Oh, no!" I thought to myself rushing in that direction. "Anything could be happening to her back there!"

The back corner of the club was very dimly lit. As long as you didn't get too loud and obnoxious, most anything went.

I saw Blackie standing at the farthest booth in the corner. He was standing with an on guard sort of pose. I could just barely see Blondie's head. I could not see Sandy, but I knew she was in the booth with Blondie on top of her. Blackie saw me coming as I rushed towards the corner and took a defensive stance. I should have let Tony go first, but I wasn't thinking clearly. Sandy, my precious Sandy, was in trouble. Blackie must have seen something in my eyes or maybe it was the gang of bouncers I had following me at that point. Either way as soon as I was close enough, he sucker punched me. I wish I could say the adrenaline in my system allowed me to shake it off, but I can't. When he hit me everything went black. What happened after that I wouldn't find out about until later.

I awoke with a start. "Why is it so bright in here?" was my first thought. "Oh, why is my head hurting so badly?" was my second. "Where am I?" Was the next. "Oh, God where is Sandy? Is she alright? What have I done?" were flying through my head like machine gun bullets.

"Where is Sandy?" I yelled out as loud as I could. That was not one of my better ideas because my head started pounding even worse. The room started spinning as I fought a bout of nausea.

"Please be still, Mr. Greene. You have a severe concussion. You're in the hospital. Your wife is in another room down the hall." I looked up and saw a pretty red haired lady in a nurse's outfit looking down at me.

"Is Sandy..." was all I was able to get out before Nurse Redhead grabbed my lips between her thumb and fore finger and did the universal "be quiet" sign to her own lips.

"No more talking! No more sudden movements! Lie there and rest!" Nurse Redhead admonished me. "I'm sure you'll hear the whole story later, but not now." With that I drifted back into the darkness.

It was sometime later when I awoke again. I could feel someone was holding my right hand. I looked to the right and she was there. My Sandy was holding my hand. Before I could say anything, she gave me the "be quiet" sign with a shake of her head. 

"The doctor wants you to be still and not do anything for at least another ten to twelve hours. The punch you took combined with the back of your head hitting the concrete floor gave you the severest concussion he has ever seen. He was surprised by your brief moment of consciousness two days ago." Sandy was telling me as she struggled not to cry.

"Two days!" I thought to myself. "I've been out for two days!" That was when I noticed all the tubes and wires going into and onto my body. I had an IV in each arm. I had a catheter coming out of the little guy. I had patches with leads running from my head and my chest. How bad of a shape was I in?

"When you can talk, I'll tell you everything!" Sandy said to me. "I'm alright. They just wanted to observe me until the drugs were out of my system. I love you, my big, brave, stupid husband! What were you thinking rushing in like that! You could have been killed!"

I started to say something when Sandy grabbed my lips in her thumb and fore finger much like Nurse Redhead did before. "Man, don't they know how annoying that is?" I thought to myself. I again drifted off into the black. At least that time my dear wife who I loved more than anything in this world was with me.

The next day the doctor gave me the okay to start talking and getting out of bed. It had been four days since the incident. Sandy and I talked for hours. I found out that the men had drugged her with a mixture of ecstasy and Rohypnol, the date rape drug. That she was not the first woman they had done it do. How they each would take a turn there in the back of the club before taking the women to a room in the same hotel Sandy and I used. How they would double team them in the room. How they left them for the maids to find the next day. How a couple of the women ended up in the hospital from being anally raped. How the two men were in ICU of the very same hospital I was in from the beating that Tony and his bouncers gave them. And the most surprising part was how the club's owner was going to pay for both our hospital and doctor bills. When I asked why, Sandy said it was to avoid another lawsuit from us on top of the ones already filed against the club by some of the women that that had happened to.

Sandy and I continued to go to the club. We stopped "The Game" after our narrow escape. Sandy never told me what went on in the booth before I got there and I was too afraid to ask. We resorted to role playing and other activities that only involved the two of us. Life went along fairly well until the time came that it didn't. But that's another story. 

The End



The Pick Up Line



Sitting with my legs crossed at the ankles I became painfully aware that I was only one of two women at the meeting. Across the highly polished burl wood maple conference table sat market managers from various states all gathered to make excuses for their end of the year figures. I scanned the faces but kept my glances low to avoid the uncomfortable eye contact. These were the very same people who had been cramming my Inbox the last few months asking to re-evaluate their status reports before the meeting. The men lined the outskirts of the table listening intently as the South Regional manager flipped over a chart. My job was already done and I was there just for the sake of appearances, therefore my mind started to wander aimlessly. 

I loved the feeling of the nylons on my legs as they rubbed against each other. I shifted my weight from one side of the chair to the other, folding and unfolding my legs quietly, trying to keep from attracting attention. Laura Hardcorn was the only other female in the room. I was certainly surprised when she came in with her crimson red skirt- suit and a flashy scarf draped around her shoulders. Her blonde hair was perfectly placed around her shoulders with neatly lined lipstick to match. I had expected an old battle axe from the emails I had received through out the year, but instead she had oozed of sex the moment she walked in. I felt self conscience about my navy blue pin-stripped suit, feeling muted in her presence. 

“Now as we can see in these reports that Sofie has produced...” Bob Graham spoke as he indicated to open the folders that were laid in front of them. “This year proved to be a difficult one pushing back the formal plans in regards to Texas.”

I started to listen in when I heard my name and sat uneasily as everyone in the room eyed me at the mention of the reports. Smiling I opened to the third page and prayed to God that this meeting would end before I turned forty. Sometime during the speech I found myself counting seconds in my head. I found that I was always more than a few seconds ahead of the clock on the far wall. Time was dragging. I thought about pulling out my Palm Pilot and seeing if I could get away with playing Diamond Mine without getting caught, but then thought it through and ended up recounting the books on the outlining shelves.

It was past 6 o’clock when the final flip chart was folded over. I distinctively heard a sigh of relief fall on the crowd, I couldn’t agree with them more. As I was collecting the documents and placing them in my brief case, Mike Palmer, the Detroit area manager slid next to me. He was tall at least 6’2 with sandy brown hair and blues eyes that made him look so young for his age. He looked good in a suit with his broad shoulders. He displayed a boyish charm when he smiled.

“Hey Sofie we’re heading out to this bar, do you wanna join us?” he asked flashing that smile.

“Umm… wow, I’m surprised you guys would even ask me. I thought I was playing the devil today.” I laughed.

We had been corresponding through emails the last few months going over some numbers and exchanging horrible office jokes. . I was even able to recognize his hint of sarcasm in the most mundane letters. Now with him standing there so close, less than an inch from touching my heart raced, I felt as though I had known him for ages. He was not what I thought him to be, younger and had a sweetness to him that was found in fourteen year olds. He made me feel like a little girl, giggly and instantly I fell into playing the flirting game. 

“Well, you didn’t make it easy for us you know? Those were some pretty high figures that you projected.” He said handing me another manila folder.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” I commented, smiling when our fingertips touched as he handed off another folder. 

There was a moment of hesitation and then he brushed his index finger against mine. It was so quick and light that I could have taken it for just an accident if only my mind wasn’t already racing with lewd thoughts of him throwing me on the table and fiercely ripping my clothes off. He must have known something was up because he was smiling with his eyes and a devilish grin spread across his lips. Perhaps he didn’t know the finer details of what I was thinking but a tickle of arousal hit my core.

“Hey Mike are you coming?” A voice charmed its way between us.

“Definitely Laura, just asking if Ms Lee would join us.” He responded without breaking eye contact. “So will you? Join us that is.”

I held back the girl like giggle that was bursting to get out and sighed. “Sure where are you guys heading off to?”

“Umm I’m not sure I think it’s a place called The DownTown. Yeah, that’s it. So you’re game?”

“I guess so. Are you guys leaving now?”

“Looks like it.” He said turning his head to see the gathering around the door.

“Well, I’ll have to meet you there. I have a few things I need to get done tonight so I’ll catch a cab or something.” I stuffed the last of the paper work in.

“Alright then, I’ll see ya, okay?” he placed his hand on my shoulders and I nodded my head as a response.

I was flattered to have someone flirt with me. It had been awhile since I was even able to crawl out of the den like office to enjoy myself. Getting a drink sounded pretty good after this meeting. Plus it didn’t hurt that Mike would be there. I spoke causally with some of the regional managers left in the room and verified the agenda of tomorrow’s meeting before heading back to my hotel room. Finally there, I threw my briefcase on the bed and scan the closet for something decent to wear.

I wondered if I should have left my suit on to blend with the rest of the crowd, but felt that I was too plainly dressed to go to a bar. I found my little black skirt that I called my secret weapon on a hanger still covered in plastic from the cleaners. I slid on a thin pink pastel peasant top that had a key-hole opening giving only the smallest of glimpses yet still tantalizing. The skirt was tight around all the right curves and I loved how I looked in it. I touched up my hair and make-up grabbing my favorite crimson lipstick that I carried around for such emergencies. No matter what a woman wore the right lipstick shade made her a goddess.

I checked my email, sent off some more spreadsheets, and called my voice mail. Everything was set until as I was walking out the door, I heard the hotel phone ringing. Could it have been Mike? But he didn’t know my room number, I didn’t think. I reached over the other side of the bed and picked it up.

“Hello.” I said dropping my voice faking a Kathleen Turner tone.

“Hello there, did you turn off your cell phone?” I recognized the voice as Tom, vice president of sales.

“Umm I must have forgotten to turn it back on after the meeting.” I said resuming my normal voice. I hated how he jumped right into things and never had much to do with pleasantries.

“That spreadsheet that you just sent, are you sure those are accurate projections for the plains market? It’s a bit off balance between the three branches don’t you think?”

“Shouldn’t you be having dinner instead of still working?” I questioned him.

“Well you’re working aren’t you?” Tom laughed.

“Actually I was…”

“Glad you’re so committed! Could you look at the spreadsheet with me?”

“Umm..now?..Sure I suppose.” I said with a bit of hesitation. I should’ve been committed for agreeing.

I sunk into the chair and got comfortable at the little work area in the hotel room. I knew this was going to be a long call from Tom’s tone so I kicked off my heels and settled in. Sometime in the revision of the third spreadsheet I was able to convince Tom that no more could be done, the figures were as is and unfortunately they were just going to stay unbalanced until more people could be hired for that region. With that I hung up the phone and stared at the red lit alarm clock by the bed.

It was almost nine and I knew for sure after that call I needed to get out of the box like room. I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door looking forward to at least a few cold drinks. I got a cab and slid into the back seat still thinking about a cold beer.

“Where to lady?” the cab to driver asked peering into the rearview mirror.

“Umm..to … ahh shit!” I had forgotten the name of the bar. 

The driver turned his head and gave a questioning look. I could not remember the name. Did he say it was someplace downtown? Dammit! I threw my head back and thought how miserable I had been the last few hours and how much I had looked forward to getting out. And I was really looking forwarded to continuing the flirtation started earlier with Mike. I let out a sigh and regaining my composure.

“Do you know of a good bar to get a good cold beer?” I asked the driver.

“Lady you’re in New York, there’s a good bar on every other block.” He said a bit condescendingly.

“No matter, someplace close then.”

He drove me about three blocks to a little dive with the name Paddy McGee on the outside. I handed him the cash and went it to the bar. It was actually not so bad inside. There were guys sitting around the bar that looked like permanent fixtures and people playing darts off to the side, your standard Irish bar. I walked up to the burly bartender that was wiping the well worn counter with a bright white towel that contrasted everything there.

“Wha..can I get yew?” he asked with a mixture of accents leaning against the bar.

“Lemme think, I’ll have a Bass.” I chuckled to myself thinking when in Rome.

“Ahh, not from aroundtheseparks, eh?” He asked rolling the words on top of each other.

“Eh.” I responded.

He slid the beer on the counter as I was scanning the room. There were booths on the outskirts, but mainly small round wooden tables scattered about with rickety old chairs adorning them. Smoke curled around my fingers from the lit cigarette as I started to regret picking up the phone. Nothing really was accomplished except that I changed the headers of some of the sheets, a waste of two hours. Staring at myself in the mirror behind some liquor bottles, I thought that I didn’t look too bad for being tired and annoyed with myself for forgetting the name of the bar. Sitting alone there I felt the weariness in my body. 

I had placed my hair up earlier in the morning, but with all the time that had past since then, little wisps of hair fell down framing my face. My lips were still painted red, my best feature I thought. While placing the bottle to my lips I noticed through the mirror somewhere in the background a man that was staring in my direction. He was standing tall still partially hidden in the skewed shadows of the irregularly shaped bar, but I could see sense his presence, demanding. I was amazingly shocked that he locked on without waning. Something in me stirred, feeling his stare on my body. I shifted, feeling self conscious again as he roved my frame with his eyes. And those eyes. Even from a distance I could see the soft brown eyes that held strength behind the chestnut colored veil. I had completely pushed out all my previously emotions and desires and was succumbed to the need that I had forgotten in these past few months.

I was the one that broke the eye contact nervously and when I raised my eyes again he was gone. I turned quickly in my chair searching the room. He stood at 5’10, slim with curly brown hair cut short, amazing eyes, and perfectly shaped lips with a scruffy beard that made me want to scratch it with my finger nails. But he was gone. I felt the all too familiar stirring in the pit of my stomach that poured to that spot in between my legs. I shifted in my seat feeling the tension mounting in me. 

As I sat there contemplating how long I was going to nurse the beer someone approached asked for the time giving me the two finger “hey there” disco point with his watch clad hand. I smiled and told him 9:36 fighting back the urge to say something smart. I found once I was done with my beer another had mysteriously appeared with the guy at end of the bar tipping his beer bottle my way. I lifted the beer and winked and turned slightly, hoping he got the hint. After two more beers I became a bit tipsy and rummage through my purse to find my lighter. This would be my last smoke before heading back to the hotel I told myself. Thankfully tomorrow’s meeting was not until late afternoon so the alcohol should be worn off by then. I noticed then a rich smell of a good cigar coming from behind me. 

There he was again, only this time with a classic corona between his pianist fingers nodding his head to something playing through the raspy speakers. I thought the scene amusing, an assortment of people around him all nursing beers and laughing with darts in hand. I never got the attraction to darts, but I did feel the attraction towards him. Wrapping my fingers around the neck of the beer bottle I forced myself off the stool and headed towards him trying to think of clever things to say. I didn’t want to lose him again and I found bravery somewhere from the middle of my lust. I had grown tired of waiting for him to come to me, so I made an unprecedented first move. I told myself if things didn’t go well it wasn’t my town I’d be gone in a few days, right? 


I noticed the band around the cigar first of all, a nice La Gloria not a bad choice I thought. I saw more puffs of smoke rise around him. I couldn’t think of anything to say, but then this came out between my lips:

“Hey there, is that a Churchill in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me?” I laughed as I approached him.

He lowered his head shaking slowly from side to side with a grin on his lips. When he finally looked up he slid his hand in his pocket producing a single cigar case.

“Well it’s not a Churchill, but will a torpedo do?” he chuckled.

“If that’s what you’re offering, sure I’d be most happy to receive.” I chose my words carefully leaving the awkwardness in the air a bit longer. “Darts is it?”

“Yup.” Obviously he was a man of little words, well so far.

He popped open the top of the cigar case and laid out a Fuente which made me smile. He handed it to me and a Colibri torch with a cutter attachment, I thank him silently. I rolled the cigar between my fingers feeling the well veined wrapper. A nice double guillotine cut and an even light, burning around the edges then forming the perfect ash ring. A tap and there was that perfect amber glow about the center. It burned even and smoothly. I took a draw and rolled the smoke in my mouth before letting it seep out between my lips.

“Very nice indeed.” I commented passing back the lighter.

“Definitely.” He said watching my lips form around the cigar.

“So is this a normal thing for you? Hanging out in bars, smoking cigars, and letting women pick you up?” I didn’t hold back the laugh that followed.

“Not really, but it’s pretty nice so far.”

“By the way I’m Sofie and your name?” I asked

“Ian, Ian McFarlane.”

“Irish name?”

“No Scottish.”

“Oh really a Scot at an Irish bar, interesting.”

“They have good darts here.” He said rubbing the feathers of a dart with his thumb.

The small talked continued and I became mesmerized by his hands and how they moved around as he spoke. He was a local, in fact he lived just a few blocks down from the bar and told me he came around here often to throw a few darts and drink beer. He was just your manly kind of guy. There was nothing about him that even seemed like a boy, he exuded man all over. He liked to drink, work, and watch the game on Monday nights. Somewhere in our conversation his hands had slipped onto my exposed knee sending shivers through me. I could feel my nipples pressing out stretching the thin material. It was evident that he noticed my reaction to his touch. I felt the wetness trickle past my soaked panties covering my thighs with my juices. As I pressed my legs together I could feel the slipperiness. The throbbing had begun from my clit as he continued to speak in my ear with the music covering our conversation. I could hardly handle the sexual tension I felt just then. He leaned to tell me about some cord that was played by some musician. I turned my head hastily in hopes to steal a quick kiss, but it flowed into a long passionate exchange.

His hands grasp my face holding me still as his tongue invaded my mouth. I moaned satisfaction between our lips. I sucked on his bottom lip as we parted for but a moment, my need to ravage his body thrusted me back to the kiss. I kissed his chin and licked his ear lobes as people watched our foreplay like a movie trailer. I couldn’t hold back, my timidity lost somewhere as I amorously took from him what I desired. I covered his hand that was now on my inner thighs and squeezed roughly as he felt the first of my wetness covering his finger tips.

I looked into his eyes as I broke away from the kiss and smiled. I giggled at my brashness then recovered my jacket standing up quickly, grabbing his hands to pull him towards me. I didn’t care if any of his friends knew what was happening as he missed his turn at darts. He followed me out the door glued to my hips. Dashing past the lobby and falling into the elevator, his hands found my desires as we embraced again. His tongue licked the roof of my mouth ticking and caressing me all the while. Instantly I found myself quivering under his hands as he squeezed my breast in one hand and my throbbing pussy in the other. He couldn’t have missed my juices flowing down my legs as his fingers hooked under the elastic of my panties. Pressed against the bar in the corner of the elevator he lifted my ass up against it allowing him more leverage to seize my body. His mouth sucked kisses from my neck as I looked up to see the camera light blinking red. I smiled thinking we must be putting on a show for someone. 

Raising my right leg at the hip I was able to wrap it around the back of his legs. He pulled down the collar of my shirt exposing my naked breasts. His lips found my nipples, hard and pulsating under his wet tongue. His mouth formed a seal around one and he sucked deeply sending shivers down my spine. I was in bliss shaking from the pleasure. He began to grind his hips into me and I could feel the rough texture of his jeans against my engorged clit. Ding! And the door opened. 

I was brought back into consciousness as we poured out of the doors still grasping at one another. I couldn’t get the card in fast enough to open the door that slammed opened against the stop. With our lips still interlocked I pulled him in by his blue sweater virtually falling backwards and stumbling onto the bed. We tore into each other’s clothes ripping off my now saturated panties to the floor. I had hardly a moment to admire his body, firm with strong arms and the perfect little trail of hairs that led to his beautiful cock. It was fully engorged and pulsating from desire. I could see the tell tale sign of pre-cum glistening on the head that was shaped so divinely. I had lain back against the pillows so hot that I wildly pawed at my own tits with both hands. My nipples stood out proud, pebble hard as I ran my open palms over them. I excitedly pinch them between my fingers as I trembled.

Eagerly, he was against my body pressing his weight pinning me down on the bed as his mouth explored my responsive skin. I was alive and dizzy with need as my head spun. His mouth crazily sucking on my neck leaving goose bumps behind. He found my nipples there under my fingers that he had to pry off. With his teeth he nibbled at the base of a nipple flicking his magnificent tongue around the top that sent a surge straight down to my clit. I was already pushing on the brink of explosion. I squirmed, my thighs rubbing together as my anticipation grew to a scorching need inside of my pussy. His body slid down my frame his mouth never leaving my skin. The pressure and friction of his body between my legs was electric sending me even farther. 




The Pick-Up Line



I can see it very clearly in my head. I can see you at the dinner party, smiling, a drink in your hand when you see her, sitting alone at the bar. I can see the smile that brightens just a little more as you walk up behind her, noticing and appreciating her curves so well detailed by her dress. 

I can see you lean in beside her, close enough to demand her attention, invading her space and knowing it. I can see her turn to look at you; I can see her eyes look you up and down. I can see her smile back at you, meeting your eyes.

"You don't know me," you say, "But I just want to thank you, for looking and dressing like a woman." With that, you turn, and walk away, leaving her wondering, smiling after you. You turn and catch her eyes, catch her smiling at you.

I don't have to be there by her to know she's breathing a little more quickly. I don't have to be there to know her pulse is elevated. I don't have to be there to know that her pussy is wet as she considers you, as you walk away from her.

I don't have to be there, because you've said things not half as charming as that to me, and I can feel the warm wet feeling spread through my pussy, soaking my panties. I can feel the way her skin tingles just a little. I can feel her legs turn to jelly when she tries to walk. I can feel the desire that pulses through her body. 

Just hearing you telling me about the encounter has me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. I move more, rubbing my legs together, enjoying the friction against my clit. Wanting more so badly. Wanting the feel of your body against mine. 

As I listen to you give me more details of the encounter in my ear, I lean back on my couch, and unbuttoning my pants, I slide my hand into my panties. I can feel how wet and slick my pussy already is. In my head, I fantasize that it is you, lightly tracing a finger across my wet lips, moving up and down, teasing me, making me beg for more. 

I want you there, sliding your dick in my pussy, filling me so nicely. Instead, I go back to imagining it is your fingers that have dipped into my pussy, pushing in to rub lightly against the walls, feeling them contract, trying to hold your fingers here, and wanting more at the same time. I imagine your fingers moving up to my clit now, rubbing slow circles around and around, just barely touching me, making me squirm.

I can see that same confident smile that I know you gave her, I can see it in my head as you are able to make me want you so effortlessly. I groan out loud as I feel your thumb press hard against my clit, then your fingers moving so quickly across it, I push against you. The constant stimulation has me arching my back, biting my lip, and then panting my way through an orgasm. 

"Please," I beg in between pants as I lay here on my couch, feeling good as the orgasm electrified my system, but far from satisfied.

"Please what?" you ask me.

"Please, fuck me."

I hear you laugh in my ear. "That would be hard to do from this far away, besides, it sounds like you did a pretty good job of that yourself."

"Not nearly good enough. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick fucking my pussy, hard. I want to feel you inside of me as I ride your dick and feel your fingers on my clit until I cum so hard I scream. I want you to fuck my ass. I want..."

Before I could continue, you stop me. "Me too, and I will. Soon."

"Not soon enough," I sigh as I bring my hand up so I can lick my juices off my fingers, only to move them back down to my pussy, wanting another orgasm to ease the frustration of having you only on the phone, not here with me. 

"No, not soon enough, but I have to go, I have work to do."

I whine my reluctance, knowing it only prolongs the inevitable. Knowing you have to go, and that I too have things that need my attention. Petulance does me little good, either in keeping you on the phone or in making myself feel any better, so I give it up quickly and change tactics. "Busy tomorrow afternoon?"

"I don't know, I'll try to make it work though."

"Good, you do that," and now I'm smiling as I hit the END button on my phone. 



The Pick Up Line



His breath was hot as he hovered above my sex. Extending the tip of his tongue he ran it in the slit between my swollen lips. I propped up the pillow behind my head so that I could see how he ate my pussy. His hands found my legs and ran along the smoothness until he lifted them at the knees and pulling up and back splaying my legs as wide as they could go. I was quaking under him, anticipation mounting. I grabbed my breasts again squeezing them together and using my thumbs and forefingers to tweak my eraser like nipples. With one thick lap he covered my entire pussy as he sucked and pulled on each of my labia as though he was trying to suck the flavor out of them. I was stricken with such pleasure that I could not command my own body, but willed it to him. I could see my thighs shaking as he kissed and licked each of the soft inner folds. His tongue dipped in and out of my aching pussy as my hips voluntarily lifted up to meet his mouth. Flicking, he touched my frenzied clit. His mouth clamped forming a tight seal. I cried as my moaned turned to screams as pleasured washed over me in torrent currents. My back arched, knees raised, my hands pressing onto his head, and my mouth agape, so much of pleasure that only a silent scream came out of me. Quivering my breathing trembled, letting only short bursts of air to escape my lungs. I then felt the gush of my cum flowing out of my pussy, stemming from such a raging orgasm drenching him entirely. I could hear his tongue lapping up my juices which only escalated my delight. 

I could not move. I was frozen in gratification, lost to the world virtually senseless except for the thrashing bliss emanating from my pussy. My eyes were shut, my toes curled, and my fingers clenched onto the bed spread, I was enjoying every moment of my orgasm. I didn’t know what was happening around me until I felt scalding heat penetrating my wet pussy as the walls of my cunt were being forced open. With my pussy contracting and ebbing I could feel every centimeter of his swollen cock slide into me. I cried out again as I could feel my orgasm subsiding and the new sensation building. He did not waste time. His body pressed my legs apart so I could easily hook my legs around his hips, his strong arms and shoulders holding up his weight as he thrusted into my wet pussy. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with that distinctive sound that turned me on so. His pubic hairs rubbed and tickled my all too sensitive clit as he pulled out almost completely and thrashed back in to the hilt. I could hardly catch my breath between my shaking and his poundings. I clutched onto his shoulders and back, digging my fingers into his skin as screams left my body. I could not get enough of him! I wanted him to bury all of his cock into me. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God Yes fuck me!” I cried, followed by his guttural grunting as he moved faster and faster with each stroke.

He did as before hooking my knees with his hands, only this time lifting my leg higher so that it was resting on his shoulder. Pressing down on my legs brought my hips up creating the most amazing sensation as his hammered into me over and over. I felt as if every part of me was being filled and I was stuff with pleasure. Then that incredible feeling emerged again and instead of feeling a warm blush of a good orgasm I felt flaming heat bursting through me like a cannon spinning me into the air. Tension in all my muscles, shaking again, trembling again, but now blackness fell due to the intensity. My mind shut down, my body tightened and I was gone. 

I don’t know when I started to breathe again and when voice returned to my throat, but once able to I cried, “Oh God Ian cum inside of me!”

Immediately I felt the erupting spasm of his orgasm filling my clenched pussy. He was grunting into me thrusting his cum deeper and deeper. His dick erupted and crammed rope after rope of cum inside. Exhausted he fell onto me, his cock still throbbing his heart beat in my pussy. His body drenched in sweat, his breath quick and halted as his cum seeped out from between us. 

I felt his cock contract down and slip outside of my tender pussy. He rolled onto his side resting his head between my breasts. Once he regained some of his motor skills he began tracing my nipples with his fingers-tips. I lied there satiated until I realized that I missed something that I couldn’t resist. With my index finger I reach between my legs and scooped up some of his cum that had trickled out of me. I placed it between my lips. I could taste the salty sweetness flooding my taste buds. I swirled the mixture of our cum with my tongue savoring the flavor before swallowing down and then licking clean my covered finger. I realized then I would never be satisfied with boyish flirtation again; I now knew what it felt like to be with a true man.

My breathing had slowed down so that I could feel his fingers no longer just tracing but nipping at my receptive nipples with his finger-nails. I smiled telling myself again how late the meeting was going to be. Was I even essential to the meeting? I could always email everyone the spreadsheets in the morning. I kissed his forehead lightly and felt the familiar hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh. I smiled.



The Pick-Up Truck



You picked me up mid afternoon and we drove into town making polite conversation about the weather, family and assorted projects you had on the go. I fidgeted with the hem of my skirt. Blushing a little when I realized I'd been unconsciously hiking it up, I smoothed it back down over my knees. 

We stopped at a pub for lunch. I sipped a beer and nibbled calamari rings while you consumed a burger and plate of fries, washing it down with coffee. I ordered another beer to prolong our stay and let you digest for a bit. I had bad intentions and didn't want an upset tummy in my way. I chuckled inwardly at my scheming. 

I watched your hands as you prepared another coffee and played with the cup. I watched your lips moving and the smile that kept playing across your face as you recalled stories from younger times. Occasionally glancing into mine, your eyes flitted about the room as you searched your memories for more stories to tell. 

I reached across the table and touched your hand. I'd wanted to do that for some time and only just now worked up the courage to do so. You stopped talking. 

"You know, I was somewhat disappointed the other evening when I sat in your lap," I said loud enough for you could hear but quiet enough that my voice didn't carry. 

"Oh? Why?" You had a look of concern on your face. 

I smiled reassuringly and said, "All that talk about how much you love boobies and the girls never got mauled. Even when I placed your hand on my chest, you seemed to freeze up. Why is that?" 

"I dunno, I..." You looked nervous. 

I sat back in my seat to give you more space but didn't let up. "I want to go for a drive when we leave here and find a nice secluded place to park your truck." Your lips pressed together in a tight smile. "I want you to push the passenger seat back and climb in. Then I want to sit in your lap." 

"Play with boobies." It cracks me up how childish you are. Such a contrast to the beautiful mind I know you have. 

I sat back in my seat and took another sip off beer. Under the table I reached across with my toes and nudged your ankle, slowly sliding my foot up to your knee and back down. It was just a silly gesture, playing footsies under the table. It used to mean so much more when we were young. On my second pass up your leg you grabbed my foot and rested it in your lap, your hand wrapped tightly around it, your fingers digging into my arch. 

"Mmmm... that's nice, " I murmured. "I wish I could reach over there right now and tease you hard." 

"What makes you think you haven't?" 

The waiter brought the check, it was paid and we left. I exaggerated the swish of my hips as I walked, enjoying the play of my skirt around my knees. I glanced over my shoulder to see you following, walking a little more stiffly, and chuckled. 

I stood between you and the passenger door so that you couldn't simply let me in. I waited for a kiss. It was swift. I suspect you are nervous about being seen around town with me, not being your wife and all. Fair enough, I climbed in. 

"Where to?" I asked. 

"South I think," you said. Yay! We were going for a ride. 

I watched the countryside slide by as you drove. You felt the need to fill the silence with conversation about a quad you were tinkering with, a construction project, family tales. I smiled, listened and nodded appropriately, occasionally glancing at your face, trying to memorize the contours. 

You turned down a gavel road off the main highway and we drove a bit farther before we came to a partially developed driveway that went nowhere. "I'm thinking about buying this section," you said wistfully. Hmmm, nice. It was secluded. 

You sat awkwardly for a moment. I removed my seat belt and reached down between my legs and found the seat adjustment lever. I pushed the seat back as far as it would go. "Come here," I directed you and climbed out of the truck to wait. You did as you were told and came around to the passenger side. 'Good boy,' I thought and followed you in. 

I straddled your thighs with one knee on the seat and the other foot braced against the floor. I leaned forward for a kiss, soft and tentative, than sat back, my elbows resting on the dash. You must think I'm some sort of brazen hussy the way I've been acting so aggressively. This is not easy for me. I'm really quite accustomed to being the one who is pursued. I wish you would make an effort and take what you want. I know you want something. Your silence speaks volumes. 

I took one of your hands and tucked it under my t-shirt between my breasts. "The girls missed your attention the other night. They prefer the attention of strange hands to my own. I'm not fragile." You still hadn't moved. I took your hand and slid it over my right breast and squeezed your hand around it. "Yes please." I leaned forward for another kiss. I took your other hand and placed it on my left breast. Your thumbs began to play lightly across my nipples and they began to stiffen. "Much harder," I whispered. 

I rested my fore arms on the back of the seat and ran my fingers through your short hair. I started to grind my pelvis into your thigh, moaning softly as I got worked up. "Please," I begged. I really wanted you to let go with me, just be carnal for a while. 

You lifted my shirt, pulled down my bra cup and squeezed my right breast before pulling it towards your mouth. Your tongue played lightly over the nipple at first then you wrapped your lips over it, sucking and nipping lightly. I moaned encouragingly. You sucked harder, kneading my flesh with your strong fingers. The sensation was electric. My back arched for you and a wave of moist heat washed between my legs. Having lost your inhibition, you turned your attention to my other breast. "Yes," I whimpered. 

You pulled your mouth away so that you could watch my expression. "Ahh!" I gasped as you pinched my nipples hard. My mouth fell open in a silent oh as you applied more and more pressure. I ground myself into your thigh. Even through your jeans you could feel the heat radiating from me. 

"Do it. I want to see you lick it," you said and released my breast. Your hands fell to my hips. I grinned and leaned back cupping my breasts, pushing them together. I flicked my tongue over the left nipple and then the right. You smiled at the show you were being treated to. I leaned in a little further and sucked my nipple into my mouth. Mmmm... it was tender. I bared my teeth so you could see the grip I had on it. "That's hot." 

I let go of my breasts and reached for your waistline. "May I?" It's always polite to ask. "Um, no." You paused for effect while I pretended to pout. "I'm kidding! Hell yes." You assisted me in undoing your jeans, releasing your huge cock. 

I sure do like playing with that. I love how big it is and how far my hand can travel as it slides up and down it's length. I love the smooth texture and that heat that comes from it. I love the solidness of it and the sheer weight in my hand. Your cock is such a treat and I'm a lucky girl to be allowed to fondle it. I tried to wrap my fingers around it's girth but couldn't. I squeezed it and leaned forward so I could whisper in your ear. 

"Tell me what to do. Anything you want. I want to please you. I want to get you off." You started to laugh. I put my fingers to your wonderfully soft lips and sat back a bit so I could look you in the eye. I held your gaze for a moment while I wet my lips, then leaned forward to steel a kiss. "Tell me'" I whispered. 

"I can't... decide," you hesitated. 

I invited you to imagine... "I'm already doing it. Tell me what you see." 

"You're sucking it." 

I scooted back off your knee and settled down between your legs. It was a snug fit but I'm quite flexible. You lifted your hips so that you could work your jeans down lower, your cock stood up free and inviting. I stroked it for you a few times before lowing my lips to it. You smelt fresh and manly, not perfumed or soapy. I like that. I inhaled your musk as I took the head of your cock into my mouth. 

It was full, soft and sweet. I swirled my tongue across your big round head and moaned softy with delight. I let the saliva build in my mouth and coat your shaft as I took a little more of you in with each pass. My hand gripped the base firmly and pulled up to meet my descending lips. Opening my mouth a little wider, I went down as far as I could, my tongue playing against the bottom of your cock, until you were pressed against the back of my throat. I waited a moment until I became accustomed to the sensation, holding my gag reflex in check, then started to move. Up and down my mouth traveled. I ducked harder than you expected so that your cock repeatedly landed with a thud against the back of my throat. Surprised at the sensation, you groaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. 

I increased the vacuum pressure in my mouth and hummed so you could feel the vibrations move through you, then slowly drew my mouth up to focus my attention on the head again. I slipped my lips over the tip, kissing it and tongued the slit. Your pre-cum was slick and sweet. I placed my lips over the tip and sucked more fluid to the surface - so good. 

"More?" I breathed while steadily stroking you. 

"Fuck," you gasped. "Get up here and ride it." 

I reached for my bag and pulled out a condom. The foil tore easily. I made sure it was right-way-up before resting it on your cock and rolling it down. You took over the process as it got lower, making sure the fit was snug. 

I got up and fit one knee between you and the door. The other leg was thrown over your lap, my foot found purchase on the floor. With my legs spread wide I leaned back with my elbows resting against the dash again. I hiked my skirt around my waist and showed you my lacy blue panties. They were stretched tight over my swollen, moist pussy lips. Barely contained, they peaked around the edges of the panty. 

Your mouth fell open as your attention was lost on the view. With your left hand you pulled the fabric aside to reveal my lady parts. They glistened. My sweet musk rose and you inhaled deeply before running you finger over my small pink inner petals. "Mmmmm," I moaned encouragingly. You pressed one finger into me at first. A second followed and I gasped. They curled forward under my pelvic bone as you began to jerk off with your free hand. You pressed the head of your cock hard against my clit as you shook your cock aggressively against me. It was delightful - a feeling somewhere between soft oral and a rubbing fingers. I closed my eyes and couldn't refrain from gyrating on your hands, fucking your fingers. 

When you stopped stroking I opened my eyes and looked into yours as you aligned the head of your cock with my opening. It was so much bigger than the two fingers you just had in me. I bucked until I felt the head push through and gasped. You held my hips as they began to roll, each movement causing me to sink a little farther down your shaft. The sensation of being slowly stretched - filled - was intoxicating. 

I was very slick. It wasn't long before my tight pussy was sliding up and down as my hips rolled back and forth. You started to press your thumb against my clit. "No," I whispered and directed your hands back to my breasts. "Don't be gentle," I breathed huskily. Obediently you crushed both breasts in your big strong hands, squeezing them together. You pinched both nipples in a vice like grip and pulled. I bit my lip and fucked you harder. You met my gyrations with a few thrusts of your own before stiffening. Your body planked under me, lifting me right off the floor for a moment before you curled inward with a throaty growl. 

"I'm cumming," you announced as though I couldn't feel it in my core. Your fingers dug into my hips and I bore down hard, squeezing your cock tight with my pussy and began to shake with my own orgasm. I barely moved as the pulses began to fade, afraid that if I did you would fall away. I enjoyed the feeling of you slowly retracting within me. It took quite a while, we both sat back, smiling and sighing when the little movements tickled us. 

"Mmmmm. Thank you." I breathed as you finally pulled away, carefully extracting yourself from the rubber. Grabbing a napkin from the console you discretely wrapped it up and tucked it into a wastebasket behind the seat. 

"You're a nut, you know," you joked. 

"Maybe. Got lucky!" I said with a mischievous grin. 

I grabbed the athletic pants I'd brought along from my bag and climbed out of your truck to change and right my clothes. You followed. I put myself between you and your truck again and extracted another embrace from you. You gave me a polite, tight-lipped but lingering kiss. 

"What now?" you asked. 

"Show me this hiking trail you were talking about." I do so love the out doors. I patted my pocket to ensure the extra condom I'd stashed was there... just in case.