0 comments/ 136021 views/ 7 favorites One For The Road Ch. 1 By: Bob Peale ©1999 by Bob Peale. Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* The 14-hour days were killing her; this was the ninth in as many days. At least the current crisis was over, but Vanessa was sure there was another one waiting somewhere around the corner. This was not at all what she'd thought she signed up for when she'd sold her business to those morons from New York. Initially, she thought she was getting a sweet deal: $3.5 million for a business that had only taken her 10 years to build. With that much money, she'd be able to lounge around for a few years before the lure of accomplishing something would draw her back into the rat race. Of course, in the eleventh hour, the "investors” realized that they didn’t know anything at all about the market or the business, so they'd restructured the deal: $3.75 million, plus 10% of the profits for the next 5 years, provided she stayed on as a consultant for the next 18 months and taught someone the ropes. It didn't take long for everything she'd worked so hard to build to start to crumble. She soon found that she was working harder than when she first started the store. With three months to go, she couldn't wait to cash out and get the hell out of dodge! It was after 11 PM by the time she pulled into her garage. Inside the house, she walked to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she went. Her husband was in Phoenix on business, so after taking a long hot shower, she climbed right into bed. In a few minutes, today would be just another in a long series of bad dreams. After 3 hours of tossing and turning, Vanessa finally acknowledged that she was too wound up to fall asleep. Growing up, she would go for long drives when she couldn't sleep, but she hadn't done that in years. Kicking back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and foraged around for some clothes. The first two things she found were an old tank top she liked to wear around the house, and a short skirt she'd worn a couple of days ago. She didn't bother with shoes or underwear; she wasn't going to be gone that long. She drove along the interstate for a while, just happy to have the windows down, the radio playing, and the road unwinding under her. As the miles ticked off on the odometer she felt the day's tension drain away. Bored with the highway, she exited and began winding through little towns and back roads with no real destination in mind. Driving along a particularly desolate patch, a sense of isolation washed over her. She felt the irrational need to be anywhere but there. Looking at the clock, she noted that it was 3:00 in the morning. Up ahead, the road stretched endlessly into blackness. She turned her wheels sharply to the left and made a u-turn, speeding back the way she'd come. If she hadn't been so concerned with getting away from there, she might have noticed the speed limit sign, or at least the unmarked police car hiding in the bushes next to it. As she sped by, the car lurched onto the road behind her and snapped on the blue and red lights. There was no way she was pulling over by the side of this road. She kept going until she came upon a roadside diner that was closed for the night, a well-lit parking lot prominent in front. The unmarked car pulled in behind her and out stepped a state trooper. He was a bear of a man, at least 6'4", full and broad in the chest, with a chiseled jaw and shoulders you could easily rest a house on. The look on his face as he approached quickly led Vanessa to the conclusion that her best option was to take the ticket and get home as soon as she could. "Evening ma'am," he said deeply. "License and registration, please." She had to reach over to the glove box to retrieve them, which caused her skirt to hike up, revealing a significant portion of her upper thigh and hip. She thought better of pulling it down, hoping to draw as little attention as possible to the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She sat up and handed it to the trooper. While he went back to his car to run her information, Vanessa closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. If she didn't calm down, she was going to hyperventilate. The sudden intrusion of the trooper's voice startled her. "Ma'am, do you know why I stopped you?" he asked, shining his flashlight in the car. She shook her head. "The speed limit on this road is 35; do you have any idea how fast you were going?" Again she shook her head. "Have you been drinking this evening?" Before she could shake her head again he barked, "Speak to me!" "No sir, I haven't," she answered meekly. The whole time he'd been passing the beam of the flashlight over her body, trailing along her breasts, her crotch, up and down her bare legs. When she looked up at his face, he seemed to be wrestling with something. "Step out of the car please, ma'am," he said finally, moving back to give her room to open the car door. He moved his hand to the butt of his weapon, as if he was concerned that she might make a sudden move. Vanessa took another deep breath, feeling her heart drop into her stomach as she unlocked the door and stepped out. "Please walk that line, and stop in front of the porch," he said, gesturing with his flashlight. The parking lot gravel was warm and pebbly under her bare feet. She walked as best she could, but her nervousness made her shake badly enough to step off the line several times. When she reached the end, she turned and looked back at him. "Not so good," he said shaking his head as he joined her. "We're going to try another one. Please raise your right foot as high as you can, bending it at the knee." She was aware that her skirt was rising at a rate much faster than her leg was moving. She started to lower her leg, but thought better of it after the trooper shot her a menacing glare. "Now, please lower it and raise the left one." Was that a quiver she heard in his voice? She looked over at him as she raised the other leg, and noticed that there was a sizeable bulge in the crotch of his uniform pants. "Okay, lower it," he said gruffly. "Now, turn and face the railing. Stretch out your arms parallel to the ground, close your eyes, and touch the tip of your nose with your right index finger." She did. "Now the left," he said from immediately behind her. She jumped; she hadn’t heard him move. "With your eyes still shut, place your hands on the railing." As soon as she did, she felt the cool steel of handcuffs on both wrists. Her eyes shot open. "What is this?" she sputtered. "Am I under arrest?" "No," he said, lifting her skirt over her hips and moving her feet apart with his boot. "This'll just make things a little easier." Before she could ask what he was talking about, he began slowly rubbing her ass, moving up and around the cheeks, and down between her crack. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice rising. "I'm going to scream." He chuckled. "Go ahead. This road is deader than a cemetery at this time of night. Counting your car, there's been one car on it all shift, and only four across the same shift all week. Make all the noise you want. Hell, that'll make it more fun!" So she screamed at the top of her lungs, and pulled against the handcuffs several times for good measure. She even kicked vigorously behind her, but he easily sidestepped them and slapped her ass. "Not smart," he admonished. "If you connect and I pass out, you’re chained here until I wake up. Just relax and enjoy,” he suggested as he continued running his fingers along her crack. She quieted down and closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to imagine that she was anywhere but here. She concentrated on the movement of his hands, following it's path with her mind, trying to distract herself from the humiliation she was suffering. His hands moved rapidly between her legs, only stopping long enough to tease her asshole or stroke her labia. Her pussy started to moisten under all the attention, and she began pushing back, trying to mount his fingers when they got close enough. "That's it," he hissed. "That's a girl." Vanessa gasped when he replaced his fingers with his tongue, swirling it over her pussy lips from behind. His tongue was hot and hard and slippery, coating her with a mixture of saliva and the juices she was dripping. Soon she was fucking it, trying to grab hold of it with her pussy and draw it in. Her nipples were rock hard and standing out from her tits. End of Part 1. One For The Road Ch. 2 ©1999 by Bob Peale. Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot. com. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* She rocked forward so that she could rub them against the railing. After a bit she had a rhythm going, grazing her nipples against the railing while she pressed her cunt into his tongue. It felt wonderful! She was so lost in the feeling that she didn't realize he'd stop licking her until she felt something new against her pussy. Hard and round, at first she thought that it was his cock, but her mind insisted that it was much too big and stiff for that. "What are you... uugghhhh!" Her question stuck in her throat as he jammed his nightstick into her pussy. She was not a small girl, but she’d never fucked anything that big before. It was at least twice as big around as a broomstick. One end had ridges to improve the grip, and it was that end that he was using. She could feel each ridge strain past her inner lips and burrow further inside. At first he just used the grip, spreading her wide and stimulating the walls of her pussy. Involuntarily she squeezed down on it, trying to limit its motion; however, all that did was increase the friction and make her even wetter. Despite herself she started to moan, spurring the trooper on. He began to maneuver the nightstick deeper, working more and more of it in, and then withdrawing the whole length. It was so big! She was seeing stars, but she was also getting hotter and hotter. "Oh yes, oh yesssssss. Fuck me. Ohhhhh!" she chanted. Vanessa increased the rocking motion, rubbing her nipples across the railing faster as she fucked the nightstick harder. She didn't care anymore that she was outside next to a public road. She didn't even care that he was taking advantage of her. All she cared about was that all of the tension that had been building up was bubbling up, pushing her toward an earth shattering orgasm. As if reading her mind, the trooper pulled the nightstick all the way out. Her pussy gaped, twitching, trying to grab at the nightstick that had filled it a short while ago. She started to shake violently, her orgasm cruelly interrupted. "Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done," he taunted. Leaving her chained to the railing, he walked back to his car and drove around back. A few minutes later, he returned (without the car), unlocked the handcuffs, repositioned her hands in front of her, and re-locked the handcuffs before she even realized she was free of the railing. "Let's see what these really look like," he said, pulling her tank top over her head and down around her arms. "Holy shit!" To say that Vanessa had great tits was like saying that the Grand Canyon was a big hole. They were wonderful, as big as ripe melons, and almost impossible to cover. No matter what she wore, they seemed to spill out. She'd never worn a bra because she couldn't find one that was comfortable enough, or did a very good job of holding her, so she tended to favor blousy clothes. She wasn't at a point yet where they sagged under their own weight; they stood firm and beautiful against the rest of her frame. When she was horny (like now), her nipples stuck out in two jagged points almost half an inch long. Normally a rosy pink, they turned a deep red when she was aroused. In this case, the constant rubbing against the railing had made them a dark crimson - they looked swollen and ready to explode. Enticed, the trooper bent over and took one into his mouth, sucking gently, getting it nice and wet. She responded by mashing it into his mouth. When he began to nibble on it her legs buckled, the sensations shooting through her groin too powerful to withstand. Effortlessly, he bent over and scooped her up. She was a big girl, almost 5'10" and easily 160 lbs, but he lifted her like she was made of paper. "Uh uh, little lady. Stay with me now. " Making his way with her around back, he put her down next to the police car, taking care to stand her up. Forcefully, he ripped the tank top from her arms and pulled Vanessa's skirt down, leaving her totally nude in the approaching morning air. In the dawning light, she realized that there was another man lying on the ground on a blanket next to the car, cock pointing straight up in the air. The damn thing was 14 inches if it was an inch, and thick around as a flashlight. "Whose that?" she asked, her eyes glued to the man's cock. The trooper smiled. "Oh him? That's Sarge. I was just getting you ready for him. You picked the wrong night to get stopped for speeding. He hasn't had any pussy in almost a month. " Hell, she could see why. He had the largest cock she'd ever seen; he put the porno films she'd watched to shame. He had a medium build, maybe six feet tall, blonde hair, and smooth body. He looked average; in fact, she'd probably pass him on the street normally. "Again, feel free to make all of the noise you want; no one will hear you," he repeated, grinning while he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. "And I've never seen a woman yet that didn't squeal when Sarge puts it in `em. But don't worry; I'll help you a little. " He bent over and roughly ran his tongue back and forth over Vanessa's nipples. Once they were rock hard again, he sucked and nibbled at them, making her moan and starting her pussy juicing again. Sarge scooted under her so that he could position his cock right at the opening of her pussy. In addition to sucking, her nipples, the trooper also used his finger to massage her crack while his thumb pressed against Vanessa's clit. She was out of her mind; her pussy was actually dripping onto the cock below her. Without warning, Sarge reached up and grabbed her hips. "Hold tight," he grunted, ramming his cock head and the first few inches of his cock into her. She must have passed out momentarily, because one minute it felt like she'd run face first into the sun, and the next it was like someone was pushing their arm in her up to their elbow. Also, now there was another large cock dangling in her face that she didn't remember ever seeing before. "Open wide," the trooper called out. His cock was almost as thick as Sarge's, but only about half as long. The slow, steady thrust of the huge cock in her pussy awakened the orgasm that had been denied her earlier. Greedily Vanessa sucked on the cock head dangling in front of her, stretching her mouth to accommodate it. She could feel the blood pumping through it, keeping it hard. Like a woman possessed she tongued at his piss slit, tasting the precum as it worked it's out. The handcuffs rendered her unable to support herself, so the trooper held her head between his hands as he fucked her face. As her jaw got used to the size of the cock in her mouth he worked more in. "Relax your throat and breathe through your nose," he snarled. "I want to get deeper. " Without waiting for her to adjust, he leaned into her, pushing his cock head over her tongue and toward her throat. She struggled to open her throat wider, afraid that she would suffocate. But after a few moments, it slid easier, and she felt like the two cocks in her were working toward a common meeting point. Sarge switched his tactics suddenly, making her groan loudly, and allowing the cock in her mouth to lodge firmly up to the pubic hairs. He began ramming the entire length of his cock in until they pressed pelvises, then slowly withdrew, only to ram it back in again. He hit so hard he rubbed her clit with every forceful inward thrust, teasing it, bruising it. At the other end, the trooper released her head, pulled his cock out, and stepped away. She had to throw her hands in front of her quickly to keep from hitting the car he'd been leaning against. Through the haze of pleasure and pain coming from her pussy, Vanessa became aware of movement around her asshole. The fucking she was enduring made her incapable of any speech except moans and groans, so all she could do was shake her head in protest. She arched her back as a thumb probed past her anal ring and began to move in and out in time with Sarge's thrusts. She moaned deep in her throat as the initial pain gave way to pleasure as she adjusted to the feeling of something in her ass. She'd often toyed with the idea of anal sex, but had never been brave enough to try it. Almost as soon as she got used to it, the thumb popped out, to be replaced immediately by the head of a cock. Slowly but steadily the trooper pushed until the head slid in. "Ungh," she groaned, stretching toward the sky. The trooper waited, his cock head stretching her asshole, while Vanessa got used to the feel of something so large in there. The motion of the pounding in her pussy helped to work the cock in her ass in deeper. "Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,” she moaned over and over. Finally, his pubic hair brushed the cheeks of her ass at the same time Sarge hit bottom, and a rocket exploded in her head. "Oh MY GOD!!!" she screamed. The two men began pounding into her with renewed energy. The trooper reached around to squeeze her nipples as he drilled into her, while Sarge took great care to make sure that he hit her clit every time. The three of them moved frantically in sync as the sun slowly rose, sweat covering their bodies, the smell of sex mixing with the smell of outdoors and early morning. Both men had a firm hold on her hips, pushing their cocks in as far as they would go. It was amazing that she hadn't cum earlier, but it had taken her body a little while to adapt to the punishment. Deep in the pit of her stomach, her orgasm broke loose. She could feel the tingle spread, first out to her toes and fingers, then up toward her neck. It reached her clit and her nipples at almost the same time, and erupted in a ball of sensation that felt like the rush you feel when you open the door of a burning building. "Uh huh, Oh God, I'm…yes…yess... yesssssssss... AAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, startling the birds in the trees around her. Her pussy and asshole both contracted with the force of her orgasm. The pressure pushed both men past the breaking point, and they flooded both of her holes with hours of pent up cum. They were large enough to continue fucking her while they pumped stream after stream of cum into her, getting each hole more lubricated as they filled her. The slippery sensation of the cocks sliding effortlessly into her brought her quickly to a second orgasm almost immediately as the first one ended. When they were done, both men lay still, cocks thickly embedded in her holes, all three breathing deeply. They stirred as the sound of traffic grew constant around the other side of the restaurant, a sure sign that people would soon be arriving. The trooper stood up, his cock slipping out of her ass with a pop. Wordlessly, he picked Vanessa up, freeing Sarge's cock from her pussy in the process. Shakily she stood while he unfastened the handcuffs, cum dribbling thickly out of her pussy and asshole, both red and enflamed and gaping from the pounding. Reaching down, he picked up his uniform tunic. "You'd better wear this," he said, tossing it to her. While she slipped it on and buttoned it, Sarge stood, his cock swinging massively between his legs, gathered the blanket, and threw it in the car. Then both men pulled on their pants and their windbreakers and climbed in. As they were turning the car around to leave, Sarge rolled down his window and held out a business card. "If you ever get to feeling like speeding again, give us a call," he said smiling. Rolling the window back up, they drove away. Vanessa picked up her skirt and walked back to her car. Driving away, the sun now firmly up in the sky, she realized she still didn't know exactly where she was, or how to get home. Maybe she would run into a cop along the way, she thought, as she unconsciously reached down and stroked her clit. End.