0 comments/ 37186 views/ 3 favorites Car Shop By: Hypnotic_22 "When I snap my fingers," he began "you will exit this trance." He snapped his fingers and she shook her head as if coming back to realization. "Did it work?" Yvonne asked him, hoping and praying it would as she bit on her lower lip. He looked at her; she was a very attractive girl- tall like around 5ft 6" in height; dark Latino with a bum like Jennifer Lopez; thick full lips like a black girl, full C cup breasts that were perfect for milk production and a waist like a coca cola bottle. He just couldn't see why she needed, at least this kind of help to please her man. So he hypnotized her so that she could become what she pleased at the sound of those words. "Let's just say," he gulped hard "that man will be a lucky bastard." Smiling as she was now really excited she clapped her hands silly as she couldn't wait to try it out. "Thank you, thank you," she said kissing him on the cheeks before making her way through the door. She practically skipped through the door. Yvonne was a 26 year old Latino. Her mom was Latino and her dad was Black explaining her bodacious curves. She wasn't married, had no children and lived alone. She had dated guys, she had dated girls, she didn't know if she was a lesbian, straight or bisexual. She had finished school, doing her Degree and Masters in Computer Science at the tender age. She now worked for herself as she owned her own company. She was doing rather well but refused to show it as she dressed casually in a short denim skirt, plain white collared shirt with a blue tie; to accessorize she wore dark blue Champion sneakers with blue lace. Her hair was dark like most Latino's but daring to be different she dyed it a blonde color and cut it so that it lay on her shoulders. She didn't fancy blondes as they were so called dumb but she wanted a challenge. Most men she dated were shocked at the fact that she was so smart and her position in life but that didn't stop them from dating her. The women on the other hand were different as the ones she dated wanted her to be more aggressive and she was just used to being submissive as with guys. Yvonne had been driving for a quite a while and she realized she was in unfamiliar territory. She hadn't been on these back roads before but that's where the navigator on her late Blue 2000 Toyota Yaris was leading her. "Almost empty?" she squealed as she looked down at her fuel "I knew I should have bought a new car." Looking around the area she was in she saw a car shop or at least what she thought was a car shop- it had some car parts, cars, trucks, trailers and even some new car outside the shed looking place. Turning her car in that direction she parked her car in the driveway in what looked like it was leading up to an office. Pulling up the hand brake she got out of her car and examined the area. Her phone didn't even have a signal in these parts. "Where the hell is this backward place?" she asked herself frustrated as not even her laptop had service there, meaning she couldn't send an IM. "Hello?" she yelled out as she began to look around. But she only heard her voice echo. "Do you hear something Bob?" said one man to the other "I think I heard a female." "Ain't no females living in these parts," Jo replied back "go back to sleep." "But..." "But nothing," Jo silenced him. Yvonne had thought she heard voices from the office in front so walking towards the door she peeped through the glass. There sat two men, one asleep and the other watching the broken down T.V. on the table in front of them. They looked drunk- they were both well shaven and quite slender, their clothes though were smothered in dirt and oil most likely from the cars they had been working on. She saw that the one watching T.V. was smoking a cigar and he suddenly turned around and saw her staring right back at him. "Hey Jo," Bob shoved him "we got a visitor," he said putting out his cigar in the nearest ashtray. Getting up he smoothed down his pants as if they weren't already severely creased to be fixed. "Uhhh," Jo drooled as he looked up in the direction that Bob was walking. When he stood his face lit up, as he walked toward her, he checked his breath. Yvonne stepped back as the glare in their eyes began to scare her. "How may I be of assistance ma'am" Bob asked putting on his best accent. "I'm out of gas and I seem to be lost," she pointed to her car parked directly in front of them "That's a nice car," Jo said as he felt excluded from the conversation "Thanks," she smiled "but can you help me?" "Sure we can for a small price," Jo replied, Bob caught on seeing the glint in his friend's eye "How much?" Yvonne asked appeased that her problem was being solved so quickly. She began rummaging through her purse for some petty cash. "How about just being our little 'slut'," Jo commented as he put a hand to her search. Yvonne stopped, she looked up at him in such a stiff motion you'd think her neck needed tightening. When he smiled she twitched. "What did you say?" Yvonne slapped him across the face "get down you spineless bastard," she said kicking him in his shin so hard that he fell to the floor. "I'm going to teach you guys some manners," she began as she stepped on Jo's back as he lay flat on the floor. Bob looked at her in shock. Realizing his expression she smiled as she said in the harshest tone "What're you waiting on, undress." Excited Bob began to strip off all his clothes. In total domination she kicked Jo before stepping over him. Standing over him with her legs on either side of his body as he lay on the floor; she grabbed him by the collar and bending half way to meet him, stuffed his face into her luscious breasts. Hearing his voice muffled against her it seemed he was suffocating him. Releasing him she pulled the top buttons of her blouse and loosened her tie, pulling the shirt down a bit she revealed her jiggling breasts as they perked erect. Without hesitation, she pulled of her panties and turning to Bob she said "Dinner's ready," Finally Jo decided to get up, as he did so he removed his pants as he wanted in on the action. Noticing him she shoved him against her car. He leaned back, propped up on elbows; walking over to him her breasts exposed, no underwear and her sneakers clean she took his rising cock in her hands. Bending her back so it made a 90 degree angle against her legs straight and apart she licked the head. Not taking her eyes from the prize in front of her she motioned to Bob to eat her out. Doing as he was told he grabbed hold of her buttocks, one hand on each cheek as he bent to lick her pussy from front to back. "That's a good boy," she said as she took Jo's cock into her mouth first she licked the long shaft from the base near his balls up to the head. Staring at her intently he couldn't help but grab her full body of hair. Looking up at him she went down on his cock, sucking it as if it were an ice cream Popsicle; every time she broke to suck on him again you could see the trail of saliva from her mouth to his dick. "Mmmm," she moaned as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. Meanwhile Bob was licking her pussy like his life depended on it. He looked up to see if she was reacting to his efforts- kind of jealous that he wasn't the one getting his cock sucked. She moaned as Bob began to suck on her clitoris fingering her as he did so "Oh yeah," she screamed as she stopped from sucking Jo "fuck me." Still sucking on her he began to finger her faster and harder, so much so he could see her juice multiplying rapidly. From what he could see now was the best time to enter. Removing his lips from her delicious pussy, he continued to fondle her clitoris with his fingers as he nudged his cock against her. Already filled with pre cum on top of his cock he eased his way into her tight, warm cunt. "Ahhh..." he said in relief as if his fire had just been doused, he thrust into her slowly at first getting used to the sensation. Using her right hand she let go of Jo's cock and used it to press Bob closer to her by the ass "Harder," she whispered as she took Jo back in her mouth. Bob did as he was told. He rammed into her with utmost pleasure. Every stroke he sent into her, pulverizing her pussy sent tingles into his cock. He's never felt so alive. Sex with his wife was not as exciting as this was. As he rammed into her, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth she began to jut forward, choking on his massive cock. She began to make gurgling noises. Afraid she'd throw up on him; she released him from her mouth and began to give him a hand job. Sliding his slippery dick up and down in her hand her movements became faster and faster as she jerked him off. So did Bob's constant ramming into her tight cunt. She felt like his dick was expanding inside her getting larger and larger each time he fucked her. She liked it and didn't hesitate to say it "Yes, yes!" she screamed as he was climaxing. Releasing himself from her he spilled his cum all over her legs and buttocks. Beating his cock on her ass, she stood up straight. Referring Jo to sit on the nearby chair, she mounted him and began to ride the dick she had just moistened with her saliva. He slid into her easily. While Bob stood on the side beside them she sucked her pussy juice from his drooping cock making it hard again. She began deep throating it, pushing it as far back into her mouth as possible as she groped his balls as she did with his friends. Still jumping and bouncing on his cock, she shoved her erect buds called nipples into his mouth to keep him occupied. He made a muffled sound as he enjoyed the taste of her luscious breasts. Using her free hand, she fondled her clitoris as he rode him further exciting her to come. She rode Jo for a couple more minutes as she sucked on Bob's cock, savoring the very taste of herself on him. Sensing Jo was about to come she released herself from his cock. He stood next to Bob who still had his cock in Yvonne's hand. Taking Jo's cock in her other hand she sucked on them both as she jerked them off. Stuffing both their cocks into her mouth at a time. It was so gruesome; it seemed as if her mouth was going to tear. Doing one at a time now as they were both on the verge of coming, she sucked on Jo, then Bob, then continued the pattern until they both came. Opening her mouth she hallowed the dirty men she had just met to spill their warm semen into her mouth, on her breasts and all over her face. Licking her lips she said "Mmmmm" "Nice work slut," Jo said amused. Yvonne twitched just like she did the first time. Looking blankly at the men naked in front of her she said puzzled "The hypnosis worked?" The End Car Shop Fun I started to have some problems with my brand-new car, so I had to take it into the dealer. It was a warm August day and I was prepared for the worse, as I took my car in for service at 7 in the morning. It wasn't until a little before 8 that they decided to open up shop, and a few minutes before an older woman brought her car in. She wasn't the hottest piece of ass that I have ever seen, but she was certainly doable and fuckable. She was about 5'4, 120 pounds, and 34C. She was wearing a pair of gray tights and a baggy white shirt that had a deep cut showing off her cleavage. As soon as I saw her, my 23 year-old cock, stood at full attention. Nothing really exciting happens in the shop, other than the dealer trying to make a shitload of money off of both of us, before we went to wait in the waiting room in the showroom. The lights were off and the blinds were closed, but it was bright enough for me to see the couch and table that they had for the customers to relax. I am a little on the shy side, so I didn't really have much to say, and I had some paperwork to do, so I pretty much kept to myself. She sat at the other side of the room, but every couple of minutes, I flashed a peek at her. I became more and more turned on, when I would see her close her eyes. I thought about going to sit down next to her and trying to get a couple of feels out of it, but I wasn't that brave. Finally, I spoke up, "What brings you here?" We both spend some time bitching about our cars and the early hour that we had to awake to bring our car in. She starts telling me that she has been having a rough couple of months with the down turn of the economy, a loss of a relationship, and some other stuff. (I am a social worker, so people find it easy to talk to me, I guess). I put my arm around her to console her and I couldn't help, but look down at her huge tits (they were being held towards her chest by a tight lace bra). She thanked me for listening to her and that is when things started to change. I decided that I wanted to finish up the paperwork that I had started, so I moved over to the head of the table. She asked me, if there was anything that she could do for me. I told her that it has been such a tough time for me, because after college, the girls have all disappeared. We were still the only ones in the room, and she gave me a wink. I didn't know what was going to happen. She went under the table and undid my fly allowing my stiffened cock to pop out at her. I was trying to play it cool and be a look-out at the same time. She started to suck my cock like I have never had it sucked before. Maybe women are like wine, they must get better with age. She started at the shaft and gave it a quick peck, running her tongue down my shaft, to my sack and little friends. She kissed, licked, and sucked on my shaft, as she continued to stroke my cock, with her hand tightly around it with its red fingertips. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to last before cumming all over the place. She stopped playing with my balls, much to my dismay, but started to suck on my cock. She took a little by little, but by the third time, she had the whole cock in her mouth. She was moving up and down at a fervor pace, and I had my hand on her dirty-blonde hair and head, and kept pushing her further and further down. As she was sucking my cock, I moved her shirt up a little bit, so that I could see the huge tits that she was hiding in that baggy shirt. They were unbelievable, and were incredible as soon as I snap off her bra. I was about to cum, "I am cumming!!!!!" She keeps on sucking and sucking without any worries in the world. She took each shot of my love-juice in her mouth and swallowed each drip, like it was life-saving water or something. After I was done cumming, she took her tongue to my cock, and cleaned it. She got up from underneath the table, and smiled at me. I started to pull her tights down and I couldn't help but look at her wet pussy with its little landing strip. I laid her back on the table, and undressed myself. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy before I would stick it in her hole. She kept begging me like a little kid for me to fill her pussy with my manhood, but I liked teasing her. She finally pulled me and I couldn't help but slam my cock into her. As my cock slammed into her, you could hear my balls slap against her skin, and her head flung back in a quick motion. I kept pumping her pussy as hard as I could, and I would take her big titties in my mouth. I sucked on those titties like a baby looking for some milk. I told her that I was about to cum and she told me to cum inside of her, which I was all too happy to do. After I came, she started to play with my balls again. When my cock was hard again, she turned over and allowed me to put it in her ass. She took it like a real woman and kept begging me to pump harder. I kept pumping her hot ass with my cock, so hard that I could hear my balls slapping on her ass. I pulled at her locks and put my hands on her shoulder and pushed deeper and deeper into her asshole. She kept moaning louder and louder, and finally, I started to play with her pussy, as I was pumping her ass. I pulled out before I was going to cum and put it on her back. We got dressed and she gave me a long passionate kiss before giving me her phone number. She told me to give her a call sometime and that maybe she can bring a friend of hers. I won't mind, because servicing two hot older broads is much better than servicing just one. Car Shopping "Shit! Not again!" Steam was billowing over the hood of my car. I pulled over to the side of the freeway and got out. I kicked the front tire and spewed out every curse word in a sailor's vocabulary. I got on the phone and called who was quickly becoming my new best friend; the tow truck driver at my mechanic's shop. "Yeah, Joe, it's Sandra again. I am stuck at mile marker 113 west bound I-40." I had only called him 3 times this month. He told me it would be about 30 minutes but he was on his way. I got back in my car and waited. Two state troopers and five good Samaritans later he finally pulled up and loaded my piece of crap onto his truck again. "This is the last time, Joe. You won't have to come save me again; I am getting a new car today!" "I think that's a good idea. Not that I mind the business but I think you are starting to hate seeing me pull up!" Joe laughed. He was a very handsome young man and I must admit I, being the flirt I am, had flirted shamelessly with him for as long as he had been towing me. "Never! Just hate the broke down car part!" I placed my hand on his thigh as he drove us to the shop. "How could a lady ever dislike seeing your handsome face?" He actually blushed. One of the joys of flirting with 20 year old boys is getting that reaction from such a simple action. At his age he is still embarrassed that his body can react to a woman the age of his mother but horny enough to fantasize about it every night. I smiled and stroked the length of his muscular thigh before getting myself under control and stop teasing the boy. "So, your Dad is going to miss all the money he's been making off of this heap. You might actually get a weekend off now." We laughed. After dropping my car at the shop, I had Joe take me to the auto mall and drop me off. The auto mall has just about all makes of car dealer in one big area and as I wasn't sure what I wanted yet it seemed like the best place to start. Joe dropped me off in front of the BMW dealership because he says that is the kind of car I would look great in. Silly boy, but it made me smile. "Call me if you don't find a car and I'll be glad to pick you back up." "Thank you but I have got to find one; I can't take it any longer." I wave goodbye to him as he drives away. I start to look around at the cars. I like the style but as I look at the sticker I start to shake my head. Mmm maybe I need to head toward another lot. I look around toward the other lots and just as I'm about to start walking away I see a salesman headed toward me. "Hello, Ma'am, how are you today? Can I interest you in a new car?" It barely registers what he has said because I am stunned by his rugged good looks. I run my eyes up his body and over his face. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This guy looks like he just stepped off the front of a magazine. Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, and chiseled facial features. Oh and black, just the way I like my men. "Well, I am looking." I bat my eye's at him. "Let me get some keys and we will go for a spin. What model are you looking at?" I shrug my shoulders. "Which do you recommend?" He chuckles. "I would be wrong to try to push the most expensive model down your throat, wouldn't I? I think I got the one for you, trust me?" I nod and think it's not a car I want shoved down my throat. I blush at my own nasty thoughts. I check out his ass as he walks away. "Dam!" I see him coming back toward me and let my gaze travel down to his crotch. I can clearly see the outline of his oversized cock resting down his right thigh. I look back to his face just as my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. My gaze did not go unnoticed as the smirk on his gorgeous face told me. "By the way, my name is Trent." His hand extended toward me. "Sandra." I took his hand and felt the roughness against my smooth palm. It was enough to make my pussy moist; the thought of their roughness caressing my entire body. A shiver ran though my arm to his and he knew I was aroused. "Nice to meet you, Sandra. I have just the car for you, come with me." He took me by the elbow and guided me to a white convertible 500 series. He opened the driver's door for me and still guiding me by the elbow placed me into the driver's seat. When he moved his hand from my elbow I felt a sense of loss and nearly gasped at the feeling. He went around the car and got in the passenger's side. He reached across me to grab my seat belt with one hand and put the keys in the ignition with the other. His hand brushed my left breast as he slid the seat belt over my body. My nipple instantly jumped to attention behind the thin material of my dress and Trent's eyes went to it. Mine go to his right thigh where his cock is laying. I notice it jump under my gaze. I look back at his face and our eyes lock. My pussy aches against my panties and my clit begins to throb. I look away quickly. "OK! Let's go!" Trent says eagerly. I pull out of the lot and head for the freeway. I feel the power of the sports car engulf my body as I push on the gas. The engine purrs with every shift of the transmission. I take the next exit and find I am now in a rural area. I slow down and enjoy the feel of the quite ride. "Pull over and we will put the top down." Trent motions to a side road. I pull over and stop. "How does it come down?" I ask looking around. Trent reaches over my head and pushes a button at the top of the windshield. I watch his thick long fingers as they go past my face and think how good they would feel inside of me. The top glides down and folds into the back seat. "Wow that is easy!" I turn to watch the top disappear into the seat and as I turn I place my hand on his thigh. Seemingly innocently I slide my hand up his thigh wishing that it was the right thigh where his cock lays. I look him in the eyes and smile. "It's a wonderful car. I just don't know if it's the car for me." Trent gets a disappointed look on his face. "Well what is it you're not sure about?" "I don't know. I just don't know if it fits me." I look at his crotch again. "What will it take to get you to buy this car?" His eyes follow mine and his cock is definitely growing under my stare. "Well, I guess you could start by showing me that massive dick." I moved my hand to his right thigh and my eyes to his. His cock jumped under my touch and I could tell it was going to be a good 11 inches hard and was as thick as my wrist. "I don't have a problem with that. Let's just drive on up this road a little farther, there's an old factory that is abandoned at the end." I didn't have to be told again. I slammed the car into gear and flew to the end of the road. There was indeed an old factory and a large parking lot in front of it. Off to the one side there was even an old picnic table that must have been for the workers break time. I pulled to the side where the tables were up under a shade tree. I put the car in park, shut off the engine and turned in my seat toward Trent. He slowly unfastened his pants and slid them down to his knees. He had on boxer briefs and they fit tightly over his bulging member. I traced the cock with my index finger as I licked my lips. It grew thicker and longer as I stroked it with one finger. My breathing was becoming labored and I squirmed in my seat. "Take the boxers down." My voice sounded so demanding, which is unlike me. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pulled them down exposing himself to me completely. I gasped at the beauty of it. It was pitch black and shiny as a new penny. The head was huge like a horses cock head. The shaft was covered in thick veins that bulged out at me. My mouth watered at the sight of it. "That's quite a cock you have." He took it in his hand and stroked it softly for me. It looked so soft and yet rigidly hard! I rubbed my hard nipples as I watched him stroke it up and down slowly. "Mmmmm" I moaned out loud. Trent reached out and pinched one of my stiff nipples between his fingers. I arched my back and he twisted the nipple. My lips parted in pleasure. I watched the cock in his hand as it just continued to grow and grow. I wanted nothing more than to taste that dark meat and feel it filling my throat. He suddenly grasped the back of my head and guided my mouth toward his massive stick. I slowly licked it from base to tip and back again. I eased the huge head into my mouth and tried to swallow all of him. The smoothness against my tongue was like a drug to me and I began to bob up and down on it. Faster and deeper with every stroke I suckled him. Trent was sliding his hand up my thigh to feel my moistness under my dress and I spread my legs to welcome him. As his fingers came up against my panties they found wetness. He expertly slid his finger inside me from the side of the panties. At first he slid his knuckle against my swollen clit and make to my wet lips. Then he shoved his middle finger all the way inside causing me to rise up off the seat. I pulled my mouth away from his dick and leaned back as he fingered my hot slit. My juices soaking his large hand. He pulled his hand out and licked my juices from his fingers. "Get out of the car." We both quickly got out and Trent picked me up and carried me to the picnic table. He sat me on the edge and pulled my panties off. He buried his face in my pussy and licked from bottom to top. I raised my self into his mouth and let him have full access to my wet slit. He expertly licked and sucked my clit. Pulling on it with his teeth and twirling his tongue around it. My God it was wonderful! He stood up and rubbed his bulging dick against my slit and clit. My juices flowed all over it as he teased me with that huge fucking cock! He grabbed it by the base and slapped it against my tender pussy causing me to thrash against him. He placed a hand on my abdomen to hold me down and continued his assault. I screamed out in anguish when he refused over and over to give me that cock the way I wanted it, needed it. "Please! Oh God please fuck me!" I begged him over and over. My pussy getting wetter and wetter with every slap of his massive cock my juices now soaking the crack of my ass and my inner thighs. "You want this black dick?" he taunted me knowing the answer as he watched me squirming under him. "I need that black dick, please give it to me! I want to feel you rip this white pussy wide open!" I tried to grab his cock and shove it inside me but he refused to give me it. "Mmmm smell that pussy juice. Your cunt is so wet and hot! I hope there are no male dogs around here, they will catch a whiff and think you are a bitch in heat." I moaned out loud thinking about dogs catching wind of my pussy juices. Fighting over my pussy as Trent teases me, refusing to finish me off. "Please I beg of you! I will burst if you don't give me that dick!" tears were now running down my face in frustration. I lay my head back in defeat and suddenly he slams the full length of his monster inside me; the force of it lifting me six inches off the table. My entire body spasming against his massive black meat in wondrous release. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him imprisoned inside me. He lifted me from the table and holding me by my hips thrust into me. My arms wrapped around his neck and I bucked against him. "Fuck yes! Tear this white pussy up! Give me all that black cock! Give me it, harder, harder!" I screamed out as I rode that glorious cock though orgasm after orgasm. Trent fucked like a mad man. He pounded like he had unlimited strength and stamina. I began to milk his cock with my pussy muscles and words. "Yes baby. Yes Trent. That's it fuck that tight white pussy! Picture your huge black cock inside my little pink pussy. Rape this little white pussy with that massive cock! Rape it, take it all!" "Arrrgggh" He screamed out in release and his body jerked over and over as his hot thick cum filled my pussy. I felt it hit the back of my womb spurt after spurt causing me to cum one last time all over his cock as he began to pull out of me. He placed me back on the picnic table and as I sat there his hot thick cum oozed out of my stretched out pussy. I scooped it up with my fingers and licked it off as Trent watched me. He gripped my face in his hand "You are sooo nasty! Just the way I like!" then kissed my mouth tasting us on my tongue. We got cleaned up the best we could and headed back to the showroom. As we sat in front of the finance officer and worked out the deal I told them I had changed my mind. I thought Trent was about to fall out of his chair. "I want black instead of white." Car show The way my apartment building is set up, my place is the only one that has a balcony at the back, while everyone else’s are on the sides of the building. From my balcony you can see a public beach about 1000 meters away, you get nice breezes coming off the water, or you can look down into a hedged off private parking lot for the building. The parking lot was what interested me this time around. There is a couple that come into the parking lot on a regular basis, she stays in the convertible while he runs in to get his drugs from one of my neighbors. Sometimes he is in and out quickly and other times he stays a while and gets stoned, all the while his gorgeous girlfriend waits patiently in the car. I think that she about my height, which is 5ft 7, I don’t know since I have only seen her sitting in the car. She has long sandy blond hair and I believe blue eyes. Her body is to die for, well, at least to kill for. On this day I heard them pull in and I stepped out onto the balcony to see what she was wearing. She had a tight gray halter-top and a pair of gray hot pants. After my customary ogle, I headed back in to watch TV. After about a half an hour, I came back out to enjoy the breeze that was blowing. Being on the third floor, it tends to get hot. I started to sit down with a beer and then decided to see if they were still here. They were and it seemed that she had decided to entertain herself as she waited. She had one hand down her shorts masturbating. I don’t know how long I stood there in shock, but my dick recovered before I did. It was straining against my jeans. I almost dropped my beer trying to set it down. Once my drink was down, I turned to watch the show going on below me. By this time, she had one boob out, rubbing it and pinching the nipple, while the other was still in her shorts. Once again my body reacted before my brain could. I looked down and already had my cock in my hand stroking it. Soon she pulled the shirt up to reveal the other boob and then slid the shorts down to her ankles. I wasn’t surprised to see that she was shaved down there. She spread her legs wide and was rubbing her clit hard, and I was stroking myself at the same pace. Soon I realized that if I didn’t slow down, I would be done before she was, so I reluctantly let go of my cock and concentrated on her. This time she was sucking on one nipple while penetrating herself with two fingers. I watched in awe, as I have never seen a girl masturbate before. Every so often she tilted her head back and stifled a scream as she came. Since she was wearing sunglasses, I didn’t know if she saw me or not. I figured that if she did, she would have stopped immediately. I imagined that it was my fingers that were probing her pussy and wished that I had the guts to go down there and offer to help. I wondered what it would be like to make love to a girl like that every night, and for a brief second thought about the stupid bastard getting stoned instead of fucking her. A car started up somewhere near and brought me back to reality. I looked down to see her sitting a little lower in her seat with her hands barely covering her tits and cunt. When she realized that the car wasn’t coming into the parking lot, she took a quick look around and then sat up. Both hands started playing with her tits and I thought that it would be great to tit fuck them and cum on her face. After licking and sucking on both nipples, she worked her way back down to her pussy. This time she slowly slid three fingers in and out. I had to fight the urge to grab my cock and start pounding on it like a madman, I wanted to enjoy the show for as long as possible before relieving myself. She was rubbing her clit with her left and finally gotten four fingers into her cunt. She was rubbing hard as her fingers pumped in and out a quick pace. I saw her bite her bottom lip as she had small orgasms, working her way up to a big blow out. I had a choice, to start jerking off now or later in the bathroom to the memory or what I saw. I figured that I live show was infinitely better than a memory. I grabbed my cock and started off slowly, watching her cum and cum again. As she pumped faster, I found that I was trying to match her pace, but was doing a poor job of it. In the end I blew my load onto the balcony almost a full minute before she had her blow out. By then her hips were bucking and she was biting on what looked like a rolled up magazine to stop herself from screaming in pleasure. It almost worked. Once she was done cumming, she sat there as her body still twitched from the after shocks. One of them was hard enough to get her cumming again and she let out a scream of surprise. Once she had calmed down, she got dressed and looked around to see if anyone had heard her. That was when I ducked back into my apartment, so as not to be seen. About five minutes later, I heard the convertible start up and pull out. I was a little sad that she was gone, but hoped that one of the next times that they were here, that she would put on a show again, if not I had a lot of good memories to jerk to for a long time. Car Show Slut (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd just like to say thanks to everyone who voted for Amateur Photographer and made it number 1 in the top lists, even if only for a few days. It's much appreciated - and there will be more chapters coming soon). "What's the matter, Kelly?" I asked, placing my tray of food on the table before sitting down to join her for lunch in the company cafeteria. Kelly looked as though she was about to cry. She was just 19 years old, a junior secretary in the large advertising and marketing firm for which we both worked. She was a lovely, bubbly young girl of whom I was quite fond. She had a heart of gold, and unlike many of the other juniors who worked on her floor, she tried very hard and cared about her job and getting the right outcome for the company and the clients. In my much more senior capacity as one of the account executives I had unofficially taken her under my wing in a sort of big sister capacity, helping her through problems when I could. I liked her and I felt that with a bit of guidance she could have a big future ahead of her. So I was a bit concerned about her apparent state of distress, and now she was struggling to hold back her tears. What could be wrong? "I, I can't get anyone to help me!" she almost sobbed. "Help you with what?" "It's my boyfriend. There is a car show on this weekend, and I promised to model for him at the show with his car – he is a car racing driver – but there's supposed to be two of us, and my girlfriend Shona who was going to do it with me just rang my cell phone to say she can't..." "That doesn't sound that bad," I said. "Why don't you just do it yourself alone." "But Rick wanted two girls, and he's got this sponsor he's hoping to get and he's expecting two girls, and I don't know anyone else who can do it with me." For such a seemingly trivial setback, her forlornness almost seemed comical. But my heart went out to her nonetheless; even though I was so much her senior within the organization – in a roundabout way within the bureaucracy of the firm, I was basically her boss – I counted her as a friend. "What about hiring professional models?" I asked. "It's too expensive. We haven't got the money. His racing costs a lot, and that's why it's so important to put on a good show, because of the sponsor – he really needs that sponsor." She'd been looking down at her food most of the time, pushing her braised lamb around the plate with her fork. She seemed at a total loss. Then, with pleading, anguished red eyes, she looked up at me. "Anne, I, would you help me? You could do it, it's not much work! Oh, please Anne?" Me, model in skimpy clothes at a car show? What a suggestion! It was absurd, out of the question, and I had to let her know. "Kelly, I'd love to help you with this problem, but I can't. It wouldn't be proper for someone in my position." "Yes, I know," she mumbled. "I'm sorry, I apologize for asking. It's just that I'm desperate – it on tomorrow morning!" "Well," I said, "maybe something will turn up. Cheer up girl." We returned to our meals in an uneasy silence. Now she seemed even more dejected. I didn't know what was more disappointing to her: my rejection or the fact that she'd been desperate enough to ask in the first place. I felt almost relieved when my pager beeped a message calling me back to the office to attend to some matters that had suddenly arisen. "Kelly," I said to her as I got to my feet, "cheer up. Really, it's not the end of the world. I'll drop down later and see you before you go home." I scurried back to my 13th floor office. As I attended to the drama – a pedantic enquiry about the wording of one of our TV ad campaigns - in the back of my mind the lunchtime encounter with Kelly was troubling me. It hurt me to see her so distressed. But it was more than that. I had to admit that I was also a little ashamed of myself to have so idly dismissed her cry for help with a simple 'it wouldn't be proper for someone in my position'. Were I in her position, I thought to myself, I would have taken that comment as a snub, a put down. What made me so high and mighty? Yet on the other hand, within this firm I in fact was rather 'high and mighty' – especially compared with Kelly's status. I was only 29 years old, but had worked hard for seven years to rise to the position I now held, which included a great degree of authority and autonomy within the firm, as well as a ludicrously large salary. I was the youngest senior account executive, easily the highest ranking woman in the company. I owned my own home, a top floor unit in a fashionable part of town, and with an easily manageable loan I was about to add small rented flat to my property portfolio. And I had done it all on my own. Life was good; I loved my job, and my job gave me all the good things in life that I could want. But as I stared out of my window-walled office, absent-mindedly scanning the bustling city vista beneath me, I kept thinking about Kelly and her distress. It kept nagging at me. Maybe I could just hire a pro model for her and pay for it myself? It wasn't as though I couldn't afford it. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized that it wasn't that I actually wanted to help her at all. Rather it was that I wanted to make myself feel better about having snubbed her, a friend in need. And in any case, while she was my friend, I was also her work superior – there was, I had to admit, something patronizing about throwing money at her that she couldn't afford and, knowing Kelly, she would forever feel as though she was in my debt. I felt bad about this, and I felt for Kelly. I couldn't help but wrack my brain for a solution. That, in fact is my job: my whole working life revolves around problem solving for others. Was there anyone I knew who could do it? Well, no – it wasn't as though I regularly hung out with bikini models. No one I knew would consider doing such a thing in their wildest dreams. The more I thought about it this problem, the more it troubled me, the more I kept coming back to the single solution: if she cannot find anyone, I must do it myself. She was in a jam and she asked for my help, because she thought I was her friend. But I snubbed her. So now I must help her. And it wasn't as though I had major plans for Saturday; it was going to be a relaxing day of cleaning the flat, reading, interspersed with a few hours at the gym. Nothing that couldn't be put off till another day. Problem solved. I got Kelly on the phone. "Hi Kelly, how are you doing?" "Not bad," she said. "Any luck with finding a second model?" "No," she sighed. "I just don't know anyone else. I mean, like anyone I know with the figure that could do it." "Kelly, I've been thinking. What does this entail? I mean, if I was to do it with you, exactly what is it we have to do?" "Oh, Anne, it's not that hard! Not much, really – would you really help me?" "Just tell me what's the deal." "OK!" I could almost feel her spirits rising over the phone. "We just have to model with the car. Really, just stand around, look good and hand out stickers. That's about all it is." "What do we wear?" "They've got a special outfit with the sponsor's logo on it. All you'd need to bring is a pair of boots. I've got these gorgeous knee-high black ones that I'll be wearing. So something like that." "Alright, I'm in," I said. "Oh Anne, thank you – thank you so much! You've saved my life!" "No problem, just email the details – I guess if you've got the outfits I probably should just meet at your place in the morning. What time?" She gave me her address and I was to be there at 8am. With that all sorted I went back to my work, tidying up the various loose ends until I left for home later that evening. Working as a model at a car show, I pondered as I gunned my BMW onto the freeway, heading for home. My parents would be so proud, I chuckled to myself. Actually, that probably wasn't untrue. Both mom and dad had been actors in the theatre, and they always hoped that I would follow in their footsteps. And they pushed me hard in that direction. From an early age I was enrolled in countless dance classes and kids' acting workshops, and I even ended up with a part in a TV commercial for a kiddies' ice cream. In my teens they put me through a couple of modeling courses, and I earned some spare cash by modeling teenage fashion wear in a big department store catalogue magazine. It was kind of fun, and I did enjoy the rush of performing, being the centre of attention on stage. But for true actors, that feeling is more than just fun; it's the centre of their universe, their entire being. It's what they live for. My folks were like that. Acting is like a drug that you either need or don't, and in the end I found I didn't need it. You could say that my parents either stayed true to their convictions or they simply weren't able to kick the addiction, because neither of them has ever done a day's conventional work in their lives. But all through my childhood years nor did either of them ever get that Big Break, and that meant that most of the time as a family we were pretty short on even the most basic things in life. I didn't want to end up that way, and that's why I studied hard to make something of my life. And I did just that. And now here I was returning to 'stage', as it were. In a way I was kind of looking forward to that rush of performing, such as being a car model was going to be. Maybe my parents wouldn't be that proud... I slept restlessly that night. I had some strange dreams. In one, I was in a private meeting in our work video room with one of our biggest clients. But instead of the conservative pants suit I normally wore, I was dressed in Victorian era garb, a beautiful, stiffly starched full-length crimson dress and white frilly laced blouse. I looked like something out of a Jane Austen novel. The client, Luca, a swarthy Italian only a few years my senior, sat across from me, staring lustily at my generous cleavage the whole time I delivered my pitch about the media campaign we had devised for his company. It was obvious he wasn't listening to a word I was saying. I have never liked Luca. With his black hair and dark Mediterranean features he was a physically attractive man, definitely, but I found him rude, over confident and arrogant. I didn't care for his attitude, but his company was one of our biggest clients. And I mean big - we're talking a business deal almost in the millions here. When I finished speaking, he continued to eye off my boobs, saying nothing. Then he suddenly got to his feet, stretched his arms, removed his expensive Italian suit jacket and loosened his tie. The bulge in his trousers was obvious, enormous. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand, gripping it hard. Then he maneuvered my fingers gently onto the zipper of his pants. "Come on Anne, let's cut the crap," he snapped, with an insolent smile as he encouraged my fingers to slide the zipper down. "I think we both know what's coming. Let's seal this deal." He was right. We both knew what was required for a satisfactory conclusion to this business arrangement. I slowly unzipped him and my hand slipped inside his clothing, reaching in to feel the hard outline of erect cock against his expensive silk boxers. I slid them down and released his member. Freed from its confines, it suddenly sprung out and away from his torso to point straight at me, its tip oozing menacingly. It was right in front of my face. "Suck it, slut," he commanded. I hated him. But there before me was that huge, beautiful appendage, mesmerizing in its size, its power. I gently wrapped my hand around it, feeling the texture of the soft skin contrasting against the hardness under the surface when I strengthened my grasp. My mind seemed to spin as conflicting emotions of shame, outrage and desire assaulted my nervous system as I slowly moved my lips closer to the head of the shaft. "That's right," he snarled down at me, "do it, bitch!" Kneeling at his feet as I was, when I looked up at his face he seemed 20 feet tall. Resigned to my fate, for this was how it had to be, whether I wanted it or not, I knew it, the price that had to be paid in this client/servant relationship, I opened my mouth wide and slid my lips over that huge, warm, wet, glistening Italian cock. Next morning I rose bleary eyed and wandered out onto the balcony to greet the dawn with my regular morning yoga ritual. But as the rising sun pierced through the gaps between the trees and buildings to spill into the flat to announce the new day, I felt a surge of blood through my body as the full realization suddenly dawned that in a few hours I would, for the entire day, be swapping my identity as a high-powered marketing executive for that of a cheap bikini model at a car show. Bikini model. But exactly what, it also suddenly occurred to me, did that mean? What exactly would we be wearing? What was the outfit? No doubt it was going to be something skimpy, something sexy; that was the whole point of these things. But how skimpy, how revealing? How could I, as one who prides herself at always being completely across the detail in any dealings in my job, have so readily agreed to this without knowing exactly what it entailed? Very soon I was going to be on display in front of hundreds of leering males wearing... wearing what? My breath quickened. I felt agitated. Why hadn't I asked Kelly more questions? What was I thinking? What if someone I know sees me? What if someone from work sees me? A person of my status in business does NOT become a car show model on the weekend! And someone from work – I was DOING this with someone FROM work! I went inside and made a coffee, trying to rationalize the situation and quell my growing anxiety. Annie, I told myself, you've made a commitment, now you've got to stick with it. It's not as though any family members were going to see me – for this promotion within the company I had transferred clean across the country. I had lived in this town for several years, but my social set remained quite small. I did not have a current boyfriend. To a large degree, my work was my life. And anyway, who among anyone I knew would be going to a car show? Pretty much no one. But what if one of our clients was there? Again, who among our clients would be at a car show? None that I could think of. And anyway, I thought to myself: so what? Why I am I so uptight about this? It's not like I was going to be naked. You agreed to do it, I reminded myself again: just do it. I arrived at Kelly's house on time. She greeted me at the door, obviously already wearing the 'outfit'. She embraced me in a warm hug. "Morning Anne, and thanks again for this – I really owe you so much!" "Don't mention it, Kelly. Now, I presume what you're wearing there will be what I'm wearing." "Yeah, come through and you can get changed." I had to admit she looked great. Somewhat sluttish, but great all the same. Kelly was a very cute looking girl, with her blonde bob hair style, slim figure and generous boobs. Little wonder her boyfriend wanted her to be his model. She had the boots on, as she described. But they were the largest component of the outfit. Essentially it was red bikini bottoms, only they were half bikini, half running shorts, so they only covered half her ass. The top was a red midriff singlet, with the sponsor's logo across the breasts, but it was rather low cut, showing off a lot more cleavage than your average singlet. She was also wearing a black peaked cap with the sponsor's logo across the front in red. A weird combination of reds and blacks to this outfit, I thought to myself, but then the focal point of this fashion exercise, one had to concede, was tits and ass, not color coordination. Kelly and I were of similar build; about the same height, slim, B-cup, so size wise everything looked like it would fit fine as I began to strip off my jeans and t-shirt. "Here," Kelly said, rushing into the room just as I was pulling on the top, "the final touch. I thought these would go well." It was a pair red rose tinted sun glasses. I put them on and studied my reflection in the mirror. "Oh Anne, you look great!" "You think so?" "Yes! Very hot. You look fantastic!" I did look fantastic. Whorish, yes, but there was a certain touch of style to the look. And the pants fitted just right, nice and snug. My boobs looked pretty good in the top, with just a moderate amount of cleavage on display. As I studied my reflection, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: 'girl, you may be nearly 30, but you've still got it!' But it was more than that. I could hardly reconcile the fact that the image in the mirror was really me. With my long brown hair flowing freely under the cap (at work, I always have my hair tied in a conservative bun), and my eyes shielded under the rose-colored glasses, my facial features further camouflaged under the hat, it actually didn't look like me at all. I looked, well, I looked just like a car show slut. We drove out to the show in her car, Kelly wearing nothing but her outfit but me modestly shrouded by the coat I brought along exactly for the purpose. I was glad of that, too, as the poor girl was copping lustful stares from the men in the truck alongside us at the first red traffic light we stopped at. Soon, though, I thought to myself as we drove away on the green, men would be staring at me too. Thankfully, and just as I suspected, the car show was in one of the outer suburban exhibition halls – a fair way from my trendy city neighborhood. As a relative newcomer to this city, I'd rarely been out to this part of town, so in a way it was though we'd traveled to a whole new metropolis. I felt a bit more at ease, partly for the fact that I had Kelly for support, but also because this all seemed in so many levels a long way out of my real world. It would be like a strange day off from my regular existence, and tomorrow everything would be back to normal. The car show certainly was some kind of other world. We arrived at about 9am, and things were still being set up. Already there was a scattering of people wandering through, looking at the brightly colored machines and other displays: car seats, music systems and all sorts of electronic car accessories. Music was pumping across the large hall from all directions. "There they are," Kelly pointed, "over there." I spotted the small red sedan bearing 'our' logo. Sitting beside the car in a foldup chair was a young man wearing black trousers and a red, short-sleeved shirt, also bearing the sponsor logo. He rose quickly to his feet and Kelly introduced me to Rick, her boyfriend. "Anne, I'm so pleased to meet you, and I can't thank you enough for doing this for us," Rick said. "Don't mention it," I said. "I have to admit, it's not something I've got much experience with, but I'll do my best." Then Rick's mechanic, Paul, arrived with a tray of coffees. "Good job Paul," Rick said. "Coffee, ladies?" It was comforting to see that these guys were organized. We sat and exchanged small talk while we sipped our coffees. The deal was exactly as Kelly had said: I learned that Rick's ambition in life was to be a pro auto racer, and it was important that he made a good impression with the potential sponsor - he badly needed this sponsorship deal to make the next step up the racing ladder. Racing was his dream. No wonder she was so distraught at not having that extra model. Rick wasn't my type of man; a bit rough, rather uncultured, though nice enough, but it impressed me that he was a young guy trying to pursue a goal and putting everything into it. That was something to which I could relate. Already I was feeling better about this. And with us all sitting around together chatting, all dressed in regulation red-and-black colors (although I still had my coat on), I actually felt part of a team trying to achieve a goal.