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All Night Cafe

By: Concerto_in_A



"There's one," Brenda said as we came over the crest of a hill.

We'd been driving through the night hoping to get home without having to spend another night at a motel. Right now we both needed a cup of coffee and decided that we'd stop at the next gas station where it looked as though we could get coffee as well as gas. 

The country road had been pleasant to drive until darkness shut off the view of the landscape. But now two lanes, twisting and curving into the blackness had worn us down. We needed to stop. Coffee and maybe something to eat would ramp up our energy for the last several hours home.

This place wasn't especially inviting, but there hadn't been anything else for a long time. If we were going to stop, it better be here. The gas pumps were old. Convenient payment with a credit card was not an option. There were just two of them, a testament to how few travelers used this route. We pulled in next to the further one. A handwritten sign on the glass directed the user to go inside. "Pay before you pump" it said. 

Brenda hopped out and took off the gas cap. I went inside to give the attendant a credit card. He saw me coming and, rather unbelievably, came around from his station at the register and opened the door for me. I gave him one of my better smiles and a sincere thank you. 

"Gets lonely out here this time of night," he said. "Don't know why they keep this place open all night. No one out here to buy gas this time of night." Then rather under his breath as though anyone cared what he said, he added, "Or any other time for that matter."

"Well, we're glad you're open," I responded. "We don't really need gas, but we were hoping you'd have coffee. That's what we really need."

"Don't have any fresh, but if you ladies would like to wait a minute or two, I'll be happy to make some. I could use some myself," he told me.

He took my credit card and made his way behind the register where he pushed a button and set a dial so the pump would operate. By this time I could see that Brenda had the nozzle in the tank. She nodded as the gas began pumping into the tank. It wouldn't take long to fill it unless his pump was really slow. It really didn't matter. We both wanted coffee and his offer to make a fresh pot was very attractive.

"Sure," I said. "I'll do the windows while you do the coffee."

"OK. Won't take but a minute," he said turning now toward the coffee machine.

I went back outside and told Brenda the plan. Then I took up the squeegee from its murky bath and started on the windows. The dirty water running off the windows made streaks of "almost clean" in the dust that covered the car's paint. The pump clicked off soon after I started on the windows. Brenda finished with the gas detail, replacing the cap and the pump nozzle. She went in to retrieve my credit card and claim her cup of coffee.

I finished with the windows and followed her inside two or three minutes later.

"Sit," the attendant said. "I'll bring the coffee over there. Do you take sugar or cream?"

"Both," we responded almost in unison as we found a old, but fairly clean table. The tables were located at the back of the small station in a corner. Racks of candy and chips were nearby, temptingly near. The candy and chip rack helped create a somewhat secluded alcove for the tables.

We said nothing for a few minutes. Then the attendant showed up with the coffee as well as the sugar and cream all on a small tray.

"Thanks," we said as he set the coffees in front of each of us. The cream and sugar he put in the center of the table. He left and returned with stirrers and napkins. 

"Mind if I join you," he asked as he supplied us with the last necessaries of drinking coffee. How could we say yes, we mind, we really don't want some gas station attendant sitting at this small table with us? Instead we said, sure, sit down. 

He wasn't a bad looking guy and he seemed pleasant enough. Maybe, I thought, some fresh company and conversation would help refresh us for the last two hours of the trip. He looked to be around our age meaning conversation wouldn't be stilted by generational gaps.

He came back with a cup of coffee for himself and sat with us. We talked about where we'd been and what we'd been doing on this trip. He told us that he was just doing this job part time to make money to go to college. It was a conversation like any other. 

After a bit he got up to refill our coffee. He returned with the pot and refilled our cups, but instead of sitting, he said, "I want to show you girls something."

We looked at him as he pulled a rather small gun from his jacket pocket. "What's that," I asked uttering the stupidest question of my life.

"It's a gun, you dumb broad," he said angrily, "and if you don't cooperate, I'm going to use it to put holes in you and your friend."

I don't think I'd ever been so terrified in my life. I know I stuttered. Both of shrank back as though to get away from him, but obviously there was nothing we could do, nowhere to go. We were trapped at the back of a small building. A rack of candy and chips prevented escape to the door. All the super hero stuff you think you might do, grab the gun, say something clever, that kind of stuff never even came to mind.

He dropped a pair of what looked like police issue handcuffs on the table. "Cuff her to that shelf." He pointed to a shelf that was attached to the wall. "Move!"

Brenda stood and backed fearfully to the shelf. The steel shelf he had indicated was just about head height for Brenda. She held her hands up and I cuffed them running the chain of the handcuffs through the steel lattice work of the shelf. I didn't look at her. All I could look at was that gun pointed as it was at my gut.

"Alright," he said, "you come with me." He motioned me toward the cash register with the gun. I moved in that direction but walked sideways. For some reason I was afraid to take my eyes off the gun. I stumbled a bit on merchandise in the aisle. At the end of the aisle I tripped and fell over a short stack of beer. I ended up sitting on the floor terrified he'd shoot me. I wasn't really hurt, but my butt stung from hitting the edges of the cans as I fell. Fear and the pain from the cans made me start to cry.

"Ah, shut up," he yelled at me menacing me with the gun. I quieted down and got up. With me still walking sideways we continued to the register. "Now, sit," he commanded pointing at the floor in a corner. I sat. 

Alternately watching me and what he was doing, he threw a number of switches. Lights went off and soon the only lights on were near the table where we had been drinking coffee and one under the counter here at the register. I could hear Brenda sobbing in the background. I was too afraid of him to cry.

"Get up," he said looking steadily at me. Using the wall, I stood on unsteady legs. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stared at him waiting for the next command. "Back there," he motioned with the gun for me to go back to the table.

I saw that Brenda's face was streaked with tears when we returned to the table. "Stand next to her," he said. His voice and demeanor had calmed somewhat. "I'm going to fuck both of you. If you cooperate, I'll let you go. If you give me trouble, I'll have to punish you. If I have to, I'll kill you. If I have to kill one of you, I'll kill both of you. You got that?" I got that. Brenda nodded.

I was looking at the beginning of a nightmare something you'd heard about and read about, but not something that would ever happen to you. Could I be a hero. I realized quickly I wasn't a hero, in fact I was a coward. I thought I'd rather make it through the upcoming ordeal than get killed. I was terrified. I was so scared I could hardly stand up.

I nodded. Brenda nodded again. "Fine," he said a bit of triumph in his voice. "You," he pointed the gun at me. I held my breath. "Take off your jeans." My hand was shaking so that I could hardly undo the button and push my jeans down. My panties started to come with them. With shaking hands I held them up while I pushed my jeans with the other. 

He laughed, "Honey, you're going to take those panties off anyway. Just pull them down with your jeans." 

To be so close to being so naked in front of this man was horrible. I let go my panties and pulled them off with my jeans. Without being told I took off my sandals as well. The cold of the linoleum on the soles of my feet underscored my nakedness.

I stood. The shirt I was wearing stopped above my waist so there was nothing now covering me from the hem of the shirt down. I've never felt so naked and vulnerable in my life.

"Now the shirt and whatever you got on under it. I want to see your tits," he was waving the gun around as he talked.

I stripped off my shirt, then reluctantly, my bra. Letting them drop to the cold linoleum I was now completely naked. I tried to cover myself with my arms and hands. "Put your hands down. I want to see you," he yelled. I stood as straight as I could. 

He looked. He looked at my breasts then pointedly at my pussy. "Turn around. I want a look at your ass," he commanded. I turned. "OK, let me see those tits again." I turned again. "God, you make me hard," he hissed emphasizing each word.

"Grab your nipples and pull your tits out for me," another command. I did what he told me to do. It hurt. "More." I pulled harder my mouth too dry to complain.

"Now spread your pussy." Being naked wasn't enough. I was to be humiliated. I opened myself to him. "Turn around and spread so I can see your ass." I did. I began to think I'd do most anything just to get this over with.

"OK, turn back."

When I was facing him again, he said, "You got three holes, where do you want it first," he asked.

"What," I said, confused. I was dismayed at having to participate in my own rape by telling my rapist where I "wanted" it first.

He responded as if I hadn't understood him. "If you want it in your pussy, lie on the floor and pull your ankles up to your head. If you want it in the ass, bend over the table. If you want to suck me off, kneel here," he pointed the gun to a spot right in front of him. "If you take it in the pussy first, she gets it in the ass first," he pointed the gun at Brenda who jumped and let out a whine. "If you suck me first, she gets to decide where she wants it."

While he gave me these decisions to make, he was unzipping his pants. He reached inside and fought to pull out his hard penis. He pointed it at me. "Which will it be, sweet thing?"

I'd sucked off a boyfriend once. He held my head so that when he came, I couldn't get out of the way. Some I was able to let run out of my mouth, but most I swallowed. Never again, I'd promised myself.

But having him stick that thing in my butt sounded awful, too. I'd never had anyone do that, but I'd read about it. It has to hurt. Brenda was sobbing without letup. She couldn't talk, all she could do was sob and gasp. Could I let her be the one to have his cock up the butt. She was completely unable to help me make this awful decision. God, I was scared. I felt so vulnerable standing there completely naked unable to say or do anything. 

I was facing refrigerated place where they sold cold beer. I could see myself reflected in the glass doors. He could see all of me. My breasts stood out on my chest. Even my nipples were hard from the cool air that blew steadily past me. My neatly shaved pussy was ready for my boyfriend when I got home. Now it would be used by someone else first. I wished I had left some covering instead of shaving it all off. Now you could practically look straight up inside me. My clit normally protruded some. Now he could look right at it. I had nowhere to hide any of me.

Suddenly he hit Brenda in the stomach. She screamed and pitched forward. Only her handcuffed arms held her upright. She began gasping for air. She was going to hyperventilate. "Next time maybe I'll shoot her in the knee," he was screaming at me again.

Utterly confused, I bent over the little table where only a few minutes before we'd been drinking coffee. I shuffled so that my ass faced him and that hard prick. He grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me toward him. I felt his cock ram me. It was nowhere near the right place. "Put something on it," I heard myself gasp.

"What," he growled, "if you think I putting one of those stinkin' rubbers on it, you're crazy."

"No," I pleaded, "Vaseline."

"Oh," he said understanding my need. "You want it to slip in easier."

"Please," was all I could get out.

"Come on," he growled again dragging me by the arm. We went to an aisle in the center of the small store. There I saw diapers and other baby stuff. "Pick out what you'd like. Take anything." I think he believed he was being magnanimous. I found some A & D ointment and handed it to him. He took it and dragged me to the table.

He handed me the tube. "Open it," he told me. I struggled with the package. It had been packaged in such a way that a would-be thief would have a hard time getting it out.

Brenda had quieted some, but was looking at me wide-eyed. "Hurry up or I'll take another shot at your girl friend." Brenda cringed visibly.

I hurried and finally got the package open. I tried to hand it back to him. "You do it," he said. First put some on my cock. I want to feel you work it in real good."

Feeling revulsion, I took hold of his cock and spread the ointment on it. As I rubbed in on, I felt it throb. It shone when I finished. As I looked at it I became even more frightened knowing that he meant to push that thing up my ass. I stared at it until he grabbed me again and started to push me down on the table. "No," I said as loudly as I could, "wait. I want some." 

"Then hurry up." He shoved me as he let go. I turned my butt away from him. "Oh, no," he said, "I want to see this." He reached for me, but I turned around allowing him to watch me as I lubricated my butt for his assault. I smeared the ointment all around my butt. "You better put some up inside there, too, sweetie. I aim to give you a good fucking." Mortified I resumed and actually stuck my finger up inside pushing as much ointment inside as I could.

He grabbed me by the hips before I finished. My head thudded against the table top as he pulled my hips back and up, taking my feet off the ground momentarily. Then his prick found my butt and began to search for the opening. He rammed his cock against me while at the same time he pulled my hips back against his cock. He could have turned me loose and guided his cock inside, but he seemed to prefer battering me looking for the right hole.

After a number of tries I felt his cock at the opening. Now he used a steady pressure to force himself inside. I tried to relax. Then I felt it open and widen as the head of his cock made its way in. Then came the pain as his cock burst through and he was inside. He forced me against the table and pushed his hands under me until he was able to grip my breasts. He squeezed my breasts and nipples as he began to batter my butt.

This went on and on until I felt his cock swell. He stopped thrusting violently then relaxed his grip. I could feel him cumming inside me, then I felt it run out and down my legs. He kept it inside moving it slowly.

Finally he stopped altogether and pulled out. God was I glad to have him out. I hurt, but it was only the beginning of how I would hurt.

"Go over there and get some paper towels to clean all this gook off," he said pointing again with the gun to where paper towels sat on a shelf. 

My legs wouldn't work properly, but I made my way to the roll of towels and returned with them. As I handed them to him he said, "You do it. And do a good job or I'll make you do it with your mouth."

I carefully cleaned that nasty prick but as I did I realized that he was really getting off having me rub his cock so carefully. It hardened and swelled. "Get it all nice for your friend," he chided me. 

"Can I get some soap and wash it off for Brenda," I pleaded.

"Yeah, get it out of the restroom, but don't let the door close when you go in or I'll beat the shit out of your girl friend." Saying this he slapped Brenda. I know it hurt her, but he didn't actually hit her hard enough to do any damage.

Nodding, I scampered for the ladies room, got a handful of liquid soap and a wet paper towel and returned. I cleaned his cock and dried it. I could hardly believe that I was getting it ready to rape Brenda.

He looked at Brenda then back at me. "You're going to have to get those clothes off her. Get going. Start with her shirt. I want to see her tits."

Brenda has nice breasts. They are what sculptors chisel on those beautiful Greek statues. Her nipples are quite pointed especially when they get hard. I know these things because she and her boyfriend like to have me watch as he undresses her and plays with her before they made love. 

Now this rapist would get to see her nakedness and use her anyway he wanted.

I pushed her top up over her head. The handcuffs prevented me from taking it all the way off. I pushed it off over her head and down in back of her neck so it didn't cover her face. She stood in her bra looking as terrified as I felt. "Get behind her and push that thing up off her tits." I did. Pushing up, sliding her bra off her breasts. Her hard nipples slid across the palms of my hands as her breasts fell from the confines of her bra.

"That's nice stuff," he said feeling her breasts, squeezing them and pinching and pulling her nipples. He grabbed me and did the same. I tried to pull away, but he slapped Brenda again and I stood still while he abused my breasts and nipples. He played with us like this for quite a while. I was beginning to think that maybe he wouldn't rape her after all.

"Alright," he said suddenly, "pull her pants off. With her you can take off her jeans and leave her panties. I want to look at her with just her panties on."

I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Carefully to avoid dragging her panties down at the same time I pulled them down and off. Her sandals came off easily at the same time. She even lifted her feet to allow me to get them off.

"Move the table under her so she can sit on it." I dragged the table over and she dutifully sat on it. Knowing what was coming and perhaps wanting to get it over with she sat on the edge of the table and spread her legs widely. She was biting her lip. "Look at that pussy," he marveled. Looking at me he said, "Lick that little nub and get it all ready for me."

My god, would it ever end? I felt faint but leaned over Brenda and began licking her clit. Our assailant was playing with our breasts, first hers, then mine, back and forth. Brenda's hips began to move as her breathing became deeper. I turned and faced him. The lubrication from her pussy covered much of my face. "She's ready, I think." The rapist had made me an accomplice again. First I'd decided which "hole" she'd be fucked in, then I'd gotten his cock hard and ready, and now I'd gotten Brenda's pussy lubricated, ready for his cock.

"I think so, too", he said smiling. "You take my cock and guide it home." He used the gun again as a pointer and perhaps to remind me of it.

I took his cock and aimed it at her opening. I felt it throb as the tip made contact with her pussy. They moved together. He slid inside her. I saw her eyes widen briefly. He began to fuck her rhythmically. Faster and faster until once again he climaxed in one of us. Once again his cum ran from one of us onto the floor.

"That was very nice," he sighed. He backed away and found his phone in his jeans on the floor. "Now stand close together." He took picture after picture of us with me in all sorts of embarrassing poses, licking her, my dripping ass, everything he could think of.

"All right, it's time for you girls to run along." He was unlocking Brenda as he said it. We said nothing neither of us wanting to prompt anything further. Another rape would prolong the horror, but he might just decide to kill us. We kept quiet.


All Night Cafe Ch. 02



Please comment (and vote). I look forward to reading your comments. Not only are they interesting, they are very helpful. 

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It was not a pleasant "Right this way". It was a command. Come with us, or else. 

Brenda had taken off so fast from the gas station/cafe that the car had fishtailed bumping into one of the light poles. Sparks flew from the gravel and the collision. I reached for the seat belt, but couldn't bear to fasten it over my nakedness. I held on tightly to the door bracing myself against the dashboard.

A half moon rising behind the hills threw long shadows as we passed between them in the low Piedmont area. Trees, too, threw odd shadows making it difficult for me to see the roadway even with the light from our headlights.

As cum oozed from my body, it pooled on the seat. I could feel it, but I was too frightened to be miserable on the cool, sticky seat.

I became aware that the sound of the motorcycles seemed to be more behind us than either ahead or alongside. I couldn't believe that we had outrun or out-maneuvered them on this rather narrow, curving road. I wondered why they would be content to merely follow us. Their intent had been clear. They meant to have us. I had no idea how many there might be, but I had the sickening feeling that I was soon to be feeling any number of cocks in my pussy, up my ass, and in my mouth.

Though the thought terrified me, but with each passing minute, I became more and more resigned.

"Hurtled". The word itself hurtled around my brain as we tore down the deserted highway. Here and there on a sharp curve our tires left the road spraying stones, threatening collisions with roadside obstacles. "Hurtled", a trite word to describe something running almost out of control. It described us.

Brenda screamed each time the road forced her to maneuver the big SUV in unexpected directions. Suddenly as we rounded a curve, ahead a quarter of a mile or so it appeared that the road ended in a rock wall. Brenda screamed and jammed on the brakes. We slowed abruptly, but began to make out that what had appeared to be a rock wall in the shadows was a barricade comprised of several cars wedged sideways between the guard rail which ran along either side of the highway. We were trapped. Roadblock ahead, guard rails on either side and our pursuers behind.

We slowed and stopped 20 yards or so from the cars turned at right angles to the road. We were both terrified at being trapped. Brenda left the SUV running. Whimpering we slunk down in our seats. I was sweating and cold. I wormed my way into the back to find clothes and maybe even a blanket. Brenda soon joined me looking for her own clothes.

We dressed and crouched in the back seat. I became aware of the quiet. Some of the motorcycles had come alongside. Others had stopped behind us, but now the dreadful roar of their engines was exchanged for silence. Our engine was the only sound.

We looked through the windows around the SUV. They sat on their motorcycles looking at the truck, but saying and doing little else. There was no move to wrench open our doors and claim their prizes. They merely watched. What were they waiting for. A tire iron could easily break one of our windows. They could easily reach in, unlock the door, open it, and drag us out. Once out of the car, they could rip our clothes off and rape us. They could take turns. They could use us any way they wanted. We could be tied to trees. We could be forced to kneel in front of them. Made to unzip them and take out their cocks. 

I could see in my mind an immense cock that I would be forced to lick and suck until it pumped semen down my throat. 

Would they take me doggie style one using my mouth while another took me from behind. One cock after another using me from behind until cum ran down my legs as cock after cock was forced between my lips. I could feel a shaft in my mouth, my tongue running up and down its length as it moved inside me. 

I pressed my hand up against my groin and began to grind the heel against my clit. My god, I thought, I'm really enjoying the fantasy of being repeatedly raped! 

I looked through the windows to the quiet scene outside. They were watching, but doing nothing. No one had spoken. No one had approached the SUV.

I wondered which of those big men outside would take me first. I could see his big cock in my mind, feel it first in my mouth, then in my pussy. Would he cum a third time with it buried in my ass. I looked and saw another. How big was his cock? Would he want to put it in my pussy first or in my mouth?

"I really gotta pee," Brenda said softly after we had been watching them for a hour or more. "That coffee . . . 

"Should I do it in here, or . . . "

Or what, I thought.

If they wanted us, we were theirs for the taking. What were they waiting for?

It began to dawn on me. They were waiting for something like needing to pee when we would voluntarily open the doors and present ourselves to them -- for their use.

"Jesus," I said aloud.

Then, "What difference does it make when they start . . . you know. . . using us? The other guy already got what he wanted. Maybe if we. . . you know. . . give up. They won't hurt us. . . too bad."

Brenda jumped out from the back seat where we'd holed up. "I've gotta pee," she cried out to no one in particular, as she climbed down to the pavement.

No one moved except for the one who pointed toward the guard rail. 

I watched in amazement. I moved, crawled toward the door to shut it, against what I wasn't sure. A hand blocked me. "Time to come out," a deep male voice told me calmly.

Fear returned full blown. I trembled as the hand reached in and took my arm. He was strong. He dragged me from the car. I was through screaming. Instead I broke into a torrent of tears.

He actually helped out of the car preventing me from falling on my face, a chivalrous gesture, but not a chivalrous person. As I gained my balance he smiled and began feeling my breasts. I twisted to get away, but he held me tightly and pulled me close. He attempted to kiss me, but this my struggles prevented. I continued bobbing my head and twisting my body until he gave up attempting the kiss, concentrating instead on his hands on my breasts. I remember saying over and over again, "Please don't."

Finally even the assault on my breasts stopped. He held my hands high over my head. This was made easy with the difference in our heights. Tried and in despair, I stopped struggling. There was little use to it. I stood still arms held high by my captor while the others pushed their hands up under my top. They played with my breasts pinching and pulling my nipples. My captor aided them by pulling my top up around my shoulders providing not only access, but a view as well. Some of what they did hurt, but the feeling of being their slave on view like a slave in an Egyptian market was tantalizing as well.

"I gotta pee." The need to pee had come on me suddenly. I thought for a moment I was going to wet my pants. "Please let me pee. I'm gonna wet my pants."

They laughed uproariously. I realized that I had just become one of the gang. "Come on, girly," one said in a low, rolling bass. We'll fix you right up." He pulled my sweat pants down to my ankles. Then repeated bringing my panties down. "Just step out," he said kneeling in front of me. 

"I can't pee here!" I shrieked, my face red beyond a blush. I felt light-headed.

"Jesus Christ, no," he said moving shuffling back on his knees. "But we gotta get your pants off." 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I don't know if I was more embarrassed by having this stranger, my potential rapist, worrying about how and where I was going to pee or having my pussy exposed to everyone on this small stretch of highway.

I stepped out of my clothes. They were tossed aside. 

The man holding my arms over my head released them and took me by the waist. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and carried my like a manikin over to the guard rail on the side of the highway. "Stand," he said as someone moved one of my feet to a thick wooden support and another on the rail itself. I stood, held up at the waist, my legs spread widely, the soles of my feet cold against the metal. They had placed me so that the pee would fall on the shoulder of the highway not hitting them or the guard rail -- no splashing.

"Come on, you're good to go." There was laughter along the roadway in appreciation of the pun. Everyone waited.

Nothing happened. How was I going to pee with all this attention?

"I can't pee with everyone watching," I stammered. "Let me find a place in the woods."

A hand reached between my legs from behind me. Fingers began playing with my pussy, searching for my clit. "Maybe this will help," a voice behind me apparently belonging to the fingers said to more laughter. I could feel a shoulder against my butt as he continued probing. 

I struggled trying to dislodge the fingers, but the motions of my hips only encouraged him. "You like that, don't you?" he said.

He was not helping. He was hurting me. I got mad enough that I really wanted to pee on his hand. I closed my eyes trying to find a way to distance myself and relax enough to let the pee come. I stopped moving and concentrated on another world. A beach trip. Warm tropical water bathing me, relaxing me. A wave washed sedately past.

It worked. The pee gushed onto his hand. As I looked down I could see the sleeve of his jacket darkened just before he jumped backwards almost taking me with him. I heard him bellow, "Jesus Christ!" and what I thought was him ripping off his jacket.

The man holding my waist laughed with the rest of them, but waited patiently while the pee streamed. When it stopped, he lifted me and placed me on the pavement. He escorted me back toward the SUV. I thought for a while he was going to let me get back inside. As we reached it, however, he turned took hold of my top which I had managed to pull back over my breasts. Grasping either side, he pulled it up and off.

I had no illusions about what was to happen to me, but I kept snagging every bit of hope that floated by. This last bit now faded.

He leaned against the side of the SUV. He pointed to his crotch. "We're going to start you out with a blow job."

There was no reason to pretend I didn't know what he wanted or how to perform. "Could I have something to kneel on? The road will be really hard on my knees," I pointed out.

There was an immediate scramble for something for me to kneel on. A blanket was placed where I would be kneeling. "Thank you," I said quietly. I stared at it for a long while before committing myself. I knelt. 

My face was about level with the man's crotch. I found his zipper buried in the heavy leather of his riding pants. It slid down easily. I parted the material.

His position allowed the moon to light the way. He was wearing bikini underwear. Black. His groin was lush with hair. He didn't smell bad, a point that again heartened me.

I began to work the underwear down, but the leather was not very flexible. Without asking I reached up and unfastened his belt. After unbuttoning him, I worked to lower his pants.

With his leather breeches at his knees I faced the little black bikini briefs. They looked to be overfull with a very hard dick. It throbbed as though it was trying to find its way out.

I pulled the briefs down releasing him. It sprang back up and pointed at me. I took hold of it tentatively. "Suck it, honey," he said. "I want to feel your lips and your tongue working up and down it," he said with a sigh as he leaned against the SUV and closed his eyes.

I looked at it. It was hard and throbbing with a droplet emerging from the slit in its head. It was turned slightly upward but still low enough that I would have to bend my head some to do what he wanted. I touched it tentatively. It reacted instantly. The droplet on its head fell. It was replaced by another which also fell. 

As I watched I unconsciously stroked it the way my boyfriends liked. Without my thinking my tongue removed the current drop. Then another.

"God," he sighed as my tongue lightly touched him and retreated. I shuffled closer. Holding his cock still I lightly nibbled the head while flicking it with my tongue. He groaned and sighed. I stroked him while I nibbled and licked. I took the head in my mouth and used my tongue all around it.

As I took more of him in my mouth, I began massaging his balls with my other hand. It felt good to stroke and lick and massage. I cautiously used my teeth and nails. The groaning was non stop now. Slowly I sped up until he reached behind my head pulling me tightly against his body as he fucked my face. He gushed into my mouth but kept holding my head against his body as his motion slowed. 

Even stopped he held me against himself. I used my tongue on his cock until the motion began again. "Hey," someone yelled, "let someone else have a turn." He reluctantly pulled out of my mouth. I held his cock as it fell from my mouth, still stroking it.

I bent down to where his briefs hung at his knees and used them to wipe my mouth. "I need a drink," I said. I stroked his cock while I waited. A bottle of water appeared. I let his now hard cock go and took the bottle. Looking up at him before I drank I said, "Did you like that?"

"God," he said, "you're the best." He stepped away to allow another to take his place. I had decided that my best tactic was to be the best they'd ever had. There's no reason, I speculated, to kill the goose that provides the golden lay. I looked at him as he sidled away pulling up his pants, "When you're ready, I've got a great pussy."

"I'll bet you do," he said admiringly. "I'll be back."

I turned back to the biker who had taken his place. I rubbed his fly lightly. "Baby, would you take those leather pants off. They're pretty hard on a girl's face."

Immediately he began taking his pants off. Removing boots, leather pants, and underwear take a bit of doing, but he was more than willing. When he finished and faced me, his cock was clearly ready. I took it in my hand and stroked it. It, too, was at the point of dripping. I licked it lightly.

"Honey, would you pull that leather jacket back or take it off," I asked him. He shucked it and it fell at my knees. I said nothing more, but began licking and nibbling the head of his cock. I worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I stroked it and used my nails on his balls. I slowed and sped over and over up until his groans were non stop. I felt his cock swell just an instant before he slammed my head into his groin and filled my mouth with his cum. I found his tip and worked my tongue in and around it until he stopped jerking. As I pulled my head back, I stroked him back to full readiness.

"How about putting this in my pussy while I give someone else a great blow job. I'd like to feel two of you guys at once," I suggested hoping to get them all fucked out sooner rather than later. 

He moved to take me up on my suggestion, but another pushed him aside as I watched. He produced a hard cock and knelt behind me. He pushed my head down and without preamble shoved his cock in. Although I knew it was coming, I was not fully prepared and let out a bit of a yelp. He made it clear my that my cry was due entirely to his oversized cock. Who was I to argue?

He grabbed my breasts and pulled me back while he roughly squeezed them. As my head came up I saw that my next customer was ready. He leaned against the truck. He had lost no time; he was fully naked. His hard cock appeared ready for my mouth. I opened wide and began again.