Driving into the lot, it was observed that there were not too many cars, which is a good thing when visiting a club. Fewer guys means more attention by the ladies there, and that means a better chance at having some extra-curricular fun, and definitely for a cheaper price; these girls still have to make the rent, and on a slow night they are more open to price negotiations for their time.

 

I ordered a Jack and Coke and sat down close to the stage. I spotted a waitress and told her I was looking to spend a little time with a beautiful, petite, young lady who was willing to keep a nice guy company for about an hour or two. She said that there was a brand new girl there, and it was her very first night to dance, ever. I told her, “send her over here, and I will treat her right, and make her first night dancing worth her while.”

 

A few minutes later, this gorgeously tanned, long blonde-haired vixen walks over to me, and tells me her name is Ashley. She had a perky set of 34B’s, that were trying there damnedest to pop out of the white bikini top she was wearing, which was just a bit too small to be worn swimming, but was just right for strip club attire.

 

She had on a pair of matching white paten-leather heels, which added about seven-inches to her 5-3” 110-pound frame. She sported a small tattoo of a Scorpio zodiac on her left ankle, and her toes were polished with the most beautiful shade of translucent pink. She made it a point to dangle her foot back and forth as she sat on my lap, with her arm around my neck.

 

Noticing that I was watching her move her foot back and forth, admiring her soft, golden-tanned toes and ankle, she said, “I just got my toenails polished today. My friend Lisa took me because she said if I was serious about dancing, my feet and my body always have to look good. Do you like them?”

 

I smiled, leaned over to her, and said, “baby, you have yourself a foot man tonight. Your pedicure looks awesome!” Then I kissed her on the cheek, and caressed her leg.

 

 

 

Looking at me, she tells me that she was nervous about going up on stage and taking off her clothes in front of a bunch of guys.  I told her that there was nothing to be nervous about, mainly because there weren’t that many guys in there to begin with. I then told her to pretend that she was only taking off her clothes for me, and nobody else. With that, she smiled, gave me a kiss and went up as the DJ called her name.

 

When she was finished with her set, she came back, sat down, leaned over and asked me if we could go where it was a little bit more private. I summoned the floor manager and told him we wanted the most private VIP suite available.

 

We sat down on the couch, her in my lap, and waited for the song playing to finish. Ashley asked me, “So, what can we do in here with all this privacy? I know what I want to do.” She smiled very seductively, placed her hand on my crotch and started to rub. I said to her, “I thought you were new to this type of thing,” to which she replied, “I’m new to dancing, but I have fucked once or twice in my life. Hell, I’m 19 years old.”

 

With that, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and dropped to her knees. After about five minutes of sucking my cock, she stands up, gets into my lap up on her knees. She grabs my head with both hands, places my face into her cleanly shaven pussy, and tells me, “Now it’s your turn.” I place my tongue inside her pink pussy lips and begin to flicker it from side to side, up and down, while also sucking her clit ever so gently. She presses me into her crotch even harder and tells me to tongue-fuck her because she wants to cum on my face. I oblige and give her a tongue-lashing that sent her body into quivering ecstasy.

 

After she squirted all over my face, with pussy juice running down my chin, she tells me to get ready because she about to not only give her first lap dance, but was going to fuck me in the process. I ask her if she wants me to use a condom, but she tells me there is no need for it. “I want you to shoot your cum deep into my pussy, and then watch it drip down my leg,” she said.

 

Without further hesitation, I leaned back in the couch, and she sat down on me, reverse cowgirl style. Suddenly, I felt my dick encapsulated by a warm, moist sensation, which I knew meant that we were now going bareback-style. This was the first time in my life that I had ever fucked a girl bareback. Hell, even my ex-wife would never let me fuck her without a condom. The night I lost my virginity as a 19 year-old college sophomore I even used a rubber. But here I was, a 38 year-old guy, fucking a gorgeous 19 year-old bombshell of a girl, without using any protection at all, and God, did it feel great!!

 

This was an entirely new world for me. Ashley seemed perfectly content to let me caress her tits and hold her gently as she rode my pony. She was rubbing her clit with one hand, and running the other hand through her hair as she moaned. As we were bouncing with the rhythm of song number four, out of the blue she says, “Do you want a good view of my pedicure while we fuck, so you can cum better?” God, this girl was my dream. “Hell yes, baby!” I exclaimed. “Put one foot up on the table and show me your toes.” There was just enough light in the VIP lounge to reflect the light pink polish with a gleam, making her toes glimmer in the soft light. This aroused me even more. That, and knowing she was going to let me jizz in her cunt was too much.

 

Staring at her left foot, which she had removed from her high heels and had placed up on the table so that I could see it, I told her to get ready for my load. She began to hump even more wildly, with more vigor and enthusiasm. “Shoot all your cum inside me! Don’t worry because I take birth control. I love to fuck!” she said.

 

That was it! I sprang a load of hot jizz into her warm, already wet cunt. She pressed down against me, clenching her pussy muscles to clamp down on my dick. After I finished, true to her word, she stood up, faced me, and said, “Look. It’s going to start dripping down my leg. Watch. This shit turns me on something fierce!” As I stared, I could see my love juices slowly beginning to ooze out of her pussy, dripping and sliding down her bronzed inner-thigh. After watching it for a brief moment, she took her index finger, ran it up her leg, much like a little kid would do to a bowl of frosting when his mom is icing a cake, gathering cum into a puddle. She then took this puddle of cum onto her finger, and placed it in her mouth, holding it there and sucking for a moment or two, exclaiming, “Umm. So warm and gooey. Oh this is great!”

 

Ashley then sat back down, took a napkin, cleaned off my dick, and zipped me up. She put her g-string back on, tied her bikini top, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. “This was my first lap dance ever. I think I’m going to like this dancing stuff after all.” With that, I tipped her, gave her a hug, and assured her that she had definitely found her talents, and they were just as good off-stage as they were on the stage.

     Let me tell you something, I could have any woman, but I would take Tora over any of them in a heartbeat. And its not because she's the most beautiful girl, although she does put half the girls I film to shame...Tora is 16 years old, long red hair, cute face, and 34 C perky perfect breasts. Today she comes runnin up to me wearin a white t soo tight I can make out her perky little nipples standin at attention and her blue shorts are so short I could swear I was seein camletoe..ahh, she drives me crazy and doesn't even know..

     "Sandy, will you take me to the pool?," asks Tora.

     "Whada you need to go to the pool for lil girl, we've got one right here?"

     "I know, but it's such a beautiful day and I'm so hot and sweaty from the long walk home. I want to go where there's lots of people" says Tora

     "Ok, but only if you do me a favor."

      "Sure. Anything for you." she said.

      "Come sit on my lap. I need to whisper it to you sis."

      Tora walked over to me slowly with a curious look on her face. She turned so her luscious ass was right in my face which made my cock twich then proceeded to sit down right on it..

      "What do you want Sand?" Tora caught me staring her breasts with a look on my face like a hungry fat kid at a Chuckie Cheese. My cock started to grow hard. I waunder if she could feel it. I can't believe I'm actually getting a little nervous, me, Sandy Bull Run, nervous? I've never been nervous a day in my life, but I've also never made this much of a move on Tora. I had to keep it going...

      "Tora, have you ever been with a man?" I asked.

      "I gave one of the football players a hand job in between classes in the bathroom once. But that's it. He came on my face and I tasted it..O no! I shouldn't have said.."

      "No, don't be silly you can tell me anything. Did you enjoy the taste?"

      "Actually yes. I keep thinking about it. I really want to do it again." Tora said as she all of the sudden realized the buldge she was sittting on was pushing on her ass. "Sandy, umm.."

       "Yes?" I ask.

       Tora flips one of her legs over me so that she's now straddling me. I feel my cock rubbing against her pussy through our shorts. She puts her hands on my chest, gripping my pecks and asks "Can I see it?"

       I never knew my little 16 yr old step-sister had this in her. She's a freak. A horny virgin freak. I smile and she continues rubbing against my cock, swivelling her ass on me while unzipping my shorts. Tora drops to her knees and pulls my shorts off. She takes my cock in her palm and asks "What favor was it you want me to do for you brother?"

       "Suck it. Take it all in your mouth you little freak" I say

       At this point she's jerking my cock and looking so cute. I reach over her and pull her t shirt over her head and take her bra off. Her sexy, perky tits bounce out of her bra exposing her hard, pink nipples. Tora takes my dick and licks the tip. I almost forgot - she has never tasted dick before.

       "Mmm" she moans just before she takes my entire manhood into her throat! I can feel her tonsels, her warm mouth is making my hard cock pulsate within her skull. Drives me crazy! I start moving my hips back and forth, fucking my step-sisters face nice and slow.

       "Oooh that feels soo good Tora babyy" I say as I start to pick up speed.

       With one hand on my dick, she uses the other to rub her now dripping wet pussy, rubbing her clit back and forth, back and forth, back and forth..

       Tora then takes my cock out of her mouth only long enough to say "Yes, Sandy, Fuck my Fucking Face"

       I grab her hair and ram my cock into the back of her virgin throat. "kkau kauu kkau kauu, kauk, akuk,akkakakukauakakaka"..."Yeaaaasssa you dirty fucking slut," I moan as my throbbing man-piece feels on the edge of bursting into oblivion. "aaahhmmmkhaukha" she moans 'n gags while rubbing her little clit fast and hard, redefining the term waterboarding to the drowning sensation of her clitoris yurning to breath from all her cum. "AhhhhhhhIIII'mmm cumminng" As I burst my load into the back of her throat, holding her beautiful virgin face to it as she gags for air. She swallows what she can like a chick feasting and the rest drips down all over her young perky breasts.

      "Is that what you do to your girls on dad's videocamera?" Tora asks

       "WHAT, you knew? how?" I ask in surprise.

       "I was spying on you one night. Would you videotape me?" she asks

       "Hahaha Tora baby. You're about to get it so good, you don't know what I'm about to do to your young, little virgin pussy. Lets go to my bedroom. I have the camera all set up."

        "Ok. Well wait, what about the pool? This may seem kind of wierd, but, umm.."

        "What is it?" I say

        "Well ever since I spyed on you, I've been having these fantasies at night about  having sex for the first time in public. Is that wierd?" asks Tora.

        "I'll grab the camera.........."

[This was my first story, so please let me know what you think! If people are diggin it, I'll write part II]
 

 

            It was from a woman who called herself LadyLoveBBW. I didn’t know her real name. Her profile had been one of the first to show up when I’d joined the site. She was an older woman – which turned me on – easing into her late 40’s. In her photo she was a little chubby, but she had a great big rack and nice taste in lingerie, so I thought, what the hell?

 

I sent her a tentative proposition, just for fun. I didn’t think she’d even reply, since I hadn’t uploaded a picture of myself, and my profile really didn’t seem to match what she was looking for. She was attached, engaged to be married, with a couple kids already, and she was doing this on the sly. She wanted to meet someone to share erotic emails, maybe meet a man to develop a short-term – and discreet – relationship.

 

That sort of crap.

 

I just wanted to fuck. And her picture made me horny. In my first email to her, I sent her some dumb story I made up about meeting her at a hotel, with lots of kissing and caressing, candles and wine – everything I could come up with. A big, steaming load of romantic bullshit.

 

Color me surprised when she emailed me back. She continued with my story, writing shit about how she wanted to kneel before me and handle my massive member, swallowing me whole until I was ready to cum, sucking my dick until I couldn’t wait any longer, and then she’d pull me down on top of her hot, naked body and…

 

It went on and on like that. The shit got me so horny I jacked off reading it, came in a flood. After I cleaned up, I emailed her right back with another story, this one spiced up a little more, and not quite so romantic.

 

Next day at noon, boop, she emailed me back with a picture, a chest shot of her in the shower, her titties all soapy and wet. First time I saw her face, too, just in profile. She was smiling over her shoulder at me, soap running down her back and over her big, fat, dimpled ass, using her hands to cup her breasts. She was chunky, yeah, but still…cute.

 

Had to jack off after that, too. I sent her a reply and included another story. I also told her I was jealous of her washcloth.

 

Then I got busy and couldn’t check my mail for a few days. When I finally did, she’d left me not one, not two, but three replies, all with pictures and stories. Her last email asked me to send her a photo of myself.

 

So I broke out my crummy camera phone, snapped a shot of my mug, nothing sexy, just my face, and emailed it to her. Literally ten minutes later, she sent me a reply, saying she was at work and really horny, and asked if I’d like to meet her for ‘lunch’. That’s just how she wrote it, too, with the quotations – ‘lunch’.

 

She gave me a place and a time and said that she’d meet me there.

 

How could I refuse? I gussied myself up a little – threw on some jeans that weren’t full of holes, a clean black t-shirt, some comfortable leather boots and my old biker jacket. I ran my hand through my hair and grabbed my car keys, the drove like a bat out of hell the mile and a half over to Broadway and Fremont, a trendy area of town that was chock-full of upscale bistros and over-priced restaurants. I drove and hunted until I found a parking spot only a block or two from the restaurant, then I locked my car and hoofed it along with the rest of the lunch crowd.

 

The restaurant was pretty nice, only a few months old, and I hadn’t been there. It was a little out of my price range – well, okay, a lot – but you know, you only live once. I was a few minutes early, but opened the door and slipped into the waiting area.

 

I entered to the sound of soft, piped in piano music, hushed conversation and fine silverware tinkling on china plates. The dining room was bright and wide open with lots of big, picture windows, and there was a full bar set up in the back of the restaurant. The piano seemed to loose a beat when I stepped inside. The chatter and clatter hushed, and a lot of perfectly coiffed heads turned my way. Everyone seemed to be wearing expensive, tailored business suits, the only difference between the sexes being that I didn’t see any of the men wearing short power skirts.

 

I stuck out like a bloody turd swirling in a plugged-up crapper. Inconspicuous is my middle name.

 

The hostess gave me a sly once-over. I grinned at her while I ignored the stares and the whispers from the other patrons in the waiting area. “Can I help you?” she asked, and flipped through a reservation book laid out on the polished wooden stand in front of her.

 

She was strikingly attractive, tall and lean with long, straight hair so dark it was almost black. She cocked her head off to one side and leaned arrogantly on the pedestal stand, kept up with her silent appraisal of me. I tried not to notice the way her big tits strained against the buttons of her blouse.

 

She hadn’t had me thrown out yet. I supposed that was something, so I tried to make nice. “Um,” I said. “I was supposed to meet someone for lunch…?”

 

She stared at me some more, until I got uncomfortable. “Was there a name?”

 

Was there? I thought about the email she sent.... “I think…the message I got said something about a private booth…?”

 

That sly smile crept back over her lips. She cocked her head to one side and reappraised me. After a moment, she said, “Follow me.”

 

I did. In a corner behind the bar, was a booth sandwiched behind two gleaming walnut partitions. The table was set for one, sparkling silverware and crystal on a pure white cotton tablecloth. The hostess stood off to one side, her grin fixed in place.

 

She had a dimple at the side of her lips. I hadn’t noticed it before. It was cute. And she looked strangely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it…

 

“Have a seat, sir,” she said, and indicated the booth.

 

 I slid into the booth. The seat was soft brown leather – real leather! – that crinkled under my butt as I settled in. “Um, excuse me,” I asked, “but have we met?”

 

The hostess just smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

 

“That sounded like a line, I know, but…I could swear…”

 

She shook her head again. I liked how her dark hair tumbled around her slim shoulders. “No. Enjoy your meal sir. Your server will bring it right out.”

 

“My what? Hey…” I began as she turned and started to walk away. I looked down at my plate and realized that I was still alone. “Excuse me? I was waiting for someone else to arrive…”

 

“I know.” The hostess glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes twinkled. Her dimple dimpled.

 

With another flip of her hair, she was gone, leaving me alone with my reflection staring back at me out of my empty plate and my head full of questions. I looked around trying to see where she skipped off to. I could see glimpses of the people dining around me, and found that I could catch snatches of conversation from their tables, but I was tucked nicely away in a blind spot.

 

Probably so I wouldn’t interrupt the rich folks’ digestion.

 

While I was twisting in my seat, a slick, bow-tied waiter and a busboy came. The busboy filled my water glass with ice water, and the waiter brought me an appetizer plate. They smiled and backed away without saying a word.

 

What the fuck? I hadn’t ordered anything yet.

 

I stared at the plateful of golden fried onion rings and other assorted little tidbits, and waited until my stomach growled loud enough for the people at the other tables to notice. It was ten minutes after I was supposed to meet my date. I figured that she was either running really late, or she fucking stood me up.

 

Or set me up, I wasn’t sure which yet.

 

Either way, my stomach growled again. So I tried a bite of the onion rings.

 

Mm. Tasty. Another growl ripped from my stomach. It didn’t need to bother. I dug in with a vengeance.

 

For a brief second, I wondered why I hadn’t seen a menu yet. And then my waiter was back, with a busgirl this time. She looked like she was right out of high school; much cuter than the dumpy busboy from before. They whisked away my empty appetizer plate and replaced it with a sizzling sirloin steak with all the trimmings.

 

“Voila.” My waiter stood back while I eyed the huge chunk of meat. “Enjoy. If I can be of further service, please just call.”

 

“Okay, but…” I looked up. They were already gone, just a light scent of the busgirls perfume to let me know they were even there, leaving me alone with my meal.

 

“Well, hell,” I sighed and picked up my fork and a steak knife. I dug in, hoping I’d brought enough money with me to pay for this. I took a bite of the steak. It was so tender; it literally melted in my mouth. “Oh my God…”

 

A friend of mine once said she thought food was better than sex. I don’t know about that, but I chewed happily, thinking that even if I did get stood up, things weren’t all that bad. I cut another bite of steak, tried it with a chunk of sautéed mushroom, and sampled the baked potato. Another contented sigh escaped my lips.

 

And then I almost jumped out of my skin.

 

There was something under the table.

 

“Holy sh—!”

 

I jerked backwards, bumping the table with my knees. Dishes rattled. A pair of hands locked around my thighs, pinning me to the seat.

 

“Shhh.” A whisper, from under the table. “Calm down. It’s me. Just keep eating.”

 

I looked around. Nobody around me seemed to care what was going on. No one came running to see what all the commotion was about.

 

“Jesus, you scared me!” I hissed.

 

I heard a quiet, feminine laugh, and the hands shifted away from my thighs and began gently petting my crotch.

 

“Sorry.”

 

“What are you…” I bent at the waist and tried to raise the tablecloth, but my hands were slapped away.

 

“Don’t do that. You just enjoy your lunch, baby.”

 

She was tugging open my belt, unbuttoning my jeans. When my fly was open, I felt a warm hand reach into my underpants and pull me free. I was uncomfortably hard already, and a yummy sound drifted out from underneath the table.

 

My legs were pushed open wider. They curved around a soft body that squeezed closer to my crotch. Then something warm and soft and moist completely engulfed me. I jerked again as the woman under the table swallowed me. Her lips slowly slid down the shaft of my cock.

 

“Oh shit!”

 

I grabbed the sides of the table hard, and smacked the back of my skull against the wall behind me. I held on for dear life as she began slurping my dick, slowly working her mouth up and down my cock. Her hands shifted again. They circled my waist and slipped into the back of my jeans. She tickled the top of my ass with her fingernails, then shoved her hands down into my underpants and cupped my butt-cheeks.

 

She bobbed her head and squeezed my ass. She was squished, pinned between my thighs, and my cock was long enough that she couldn’t just bob her head up and lift her mouth off my dick. I could hear her gulp for air. Unless she moved – and I didn’t think there was enough room under the table to lift her head that far – she had to keep her mouth clamped around me and breathe through her nose.

 

God, that turned me on. Just the though of her down there, barely able to move…It was heavenly.

 

Little slurping noises drifted up, and I closed my eyes. A strange, random thought filtered through my head – how the hell did she expect me to eat while – whooo! – while she went down on me? There was no way. I couldn’t even pry my hands away from the table. I was as stuck in one place as she was.

 

She worked me nice and slow, pulling me along, bringing me right to the point of release. But every time I’d stiffen up, wanting to let go and cum, she’d back off a little, just enough to keep me going. It was during one of those little mini-orgasms that my waiter decided to see how I was doing.

 

He poked his head around the partition and noticed my full plate of cooling food.

 

“Sir? Is something wrong? How is your meal?”

 

I managed a grin that I hoped didn’t look to weird. “Everything’s – unh! – fine.” Deep breath, squirm in my seat. Another deep breath. “Thanks…hey, uh, wait a minute, ufff! Maybe a doggy bag…”

 

“Very good sir.” His eyebrow shot up and he gave me an odd look, but he nodded and his head disappeared.

 

I heard a chuckle from under the table. The woman under the table was resting her head on my thigh. Her hair tickled. One of her hands was cupping my balls, and her other hand was still buried in my underpants. She alternated between licking the tip of my cock with her wet tongue and then going down hard on me, deep-throating my dick until her lips were pressed against my belly.

 

She kept me like that, running her tongue back and forth along the underside of my shaft, letting the muscles in her neck squeeze me, just moving enough to keep up the friction.

 

I felt the orgasm start in my toes. It built and built until I couldn’t breathe. I squeezed the table, digging my fingers in hard enough to leave marks. My ass started to twitch and I blew my load right down her throat. I was coming so hard I gasped, right when the waiter dropped off my fucking doggy bag. My hand shot to my forehead, covering my eyes while I tried to keep my body from twitching spastically.

 

“Um,” He plopped the Styrofoam container on the table and stared at me. “Can I get you anything else…sir? Dessert, perhaps?”

 

“Um,” twitch. “…no, thanks.” I managed to squeak. “I’m,” twitch. “…good. Just the” twitch. “check. Please.”

 

The waiter blinked at me a couple times, then: “Very good sir. But your meal has already been paid for.”

 

I managed to look up. “What…?”

 

“The lady who ordered your meal already paid for your check.”

 

I felt the wet tongue lazily circle my cock, slowly cleaning me up. A hand gently patted my thigh.

 

“Oh.” I said.

 

“Have a good afternoon, sir.”

 

He backed away again. Warm hands tucked my cock away, slipped it carefully back into my underpants, and then zipped me up. I heard a light jingle as my belt was hooked back into place, and then my crotch got another light pat.

 

“Bye, sweetie.” A whisper from under the table. “Lunch was yummy. Write me soon.”

 

“Oh,” I said again. “Okay.”

 

I grabbed my leather jacket and slid carefully out of the booth. Heads turned again as I stood up, and I felt myself flush. I slipped the jacket on in a pathetic effort to hide my burning cheeks, even though I don’t think anyone realized what had just happened.

 

The hostess winked and gave me her little grin before I walked outside. Right there, I knew that she knew. She leaned on her pedestal, showing me a nice round ass and tiny waist; oozing her sultry, come-hither vibe. She flicked her hair over a slim shoulder, wrapped her arms under her breasts, batted her eyes and waved, wiggling her fingers.

 

I shoved open the door and found myself back on the sidewalk, smack dab in the hustle and bustle of lunch hour traffic. The wind was cold, so I turned up the collar of my jacket and started off towards my car. I’m not sure why, but just as I got to the corner, I glanced back through the picture windows into the restaurant.

 

Crawling out from under my table was the woman from my emails. She was dressed in a dark navy power suit, just like all the other business people there enjoying their lunch. She ran a finger across her lips, patted her hair and smoothed down her skirt. Then she headed for the door, like nothing had happened. She walked away like it was no big deal that she’d just crawled out from under a table, in a restaurant full of staring rich folk.

 

She waved to the hostess, who gave her that patented little sly grin back, and she calmly walked out. That’s when I realized why the hostess had seemed so familiar to me. The two women were spitting images of each other – give or take twenty years or so.

 

Mother and daughter? Must be. Had to be.

 

Did they plan this together? Nice.

 

Very sneaky, I thought, and wondered, what else do they do together?

 

I grinned to myself and watched the lady as she moved off down the sidewalk, heading away from the spot I was standing, her big ass swishing from side to side with each step. I watched until she turned the corner and disappeared. Then I decided it was time to go myself.

 

When I turned to leave, I caught the hostess staring at me through the window.

 

She was laughing, quietly, to herself. A private little laugh, just between me and her. She flashed me the smile. Gave me the dimple. Then she ran her tongue lightly along her lips and blew me a kiss. A warm tingle shot up my spine, gave me goosebumps. The tiny hairs on my arms and neck stood up. The kiss looked and felt like an invitation, like a promise of things to come.

 

This time I waved back.

 

She smiled again and played with her reservation book. I felt her eyes on me, burning into the back of my head as I left for my car. I could hardly wait to get my next email. I was so excited that I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to take the rest of my food until I pulled up into my driveway.

 

Ah, who cares? The meal was free, anyway. I could always make a sandwich while the computer boots up.

 

 

~ Fin. ~

 I know Kevin is working nearby and I don’t want him finding out or else it’ll piss him off, make him crazy jealous, so instead I find him working under a desk and I stand straddling over him, push my shorts to the side.  Horny, eager surprise shows on his face as he reaches up to explore the dark places in my shorts and he finds my dripping cunt with his rough calloused fingers.  I love the feel of him, taking what he finds as his with no holding back-he has two fingers in my pussy and his other hand wrapped round his hardening cock through his black jeans.

“Baby! What’s got you so worked up?” A little surprised to find me so expressive on the job-site, when typically I’m much more reserved at work.

“Just thinkin about your fat cock ramming my tight little poop hole.”

“Uh huh,” he says, his fingers massaging my slippery gash from the inside, pinching my clit and sneaking a digit into my asshole now and then.  Feeling so damn good I almost forgot where I was.  I unzipped his jeans to free his thick straining bulge, already rock hard and deep red.

I pushed him all the way to the floor and squatted over him to feel his shaft tightly squeeze into my cunt with the help of gravity and my natural juices.

He wasn’t expecting such a bold move and that was turning him on even more than I’ve ever seen him.  I slowly take in his whole prick and then begin a slow bounce on it, squatting on my steel toed boots, shorts pulled to the side to let his monster in, screwdriver in one pocket, level in another.

As I begin to quicken my rhythm I notice his eyes over my shoulder.  

Oh shit, I think, I can’t even turn around to see what he’s looking at, horrified at the thought of a customer finding us this way.  I try to stop but Kevin thrusts his huge hard prick up into me and tells me to keep on riding his cock.  “Don’t even think about stopping,” he says.

I guess the coast was clear, though I felt somewhat uneasy still.  

Then I felt hands wrap around me from behind to squeeze my bouncing tits!

I had no idea whose breath was at the back of my neck and right then I was just so turned on that I didn’t even care!

I groaned loudly and Kevin asked me if he was enough for me or did I need to have more men to satisfy me.  “Do you need more of your dirty little holes filled and reamed?”

I always fantasized about fucking two big cocks at the same time, I never really thought I would get to fulfill it, “oh yes, please give me another cock!”

I felt the hands on my titties squeeze harder and pull their weight out away from my chest, the fingers pinching my hard nipples like a vice.  I felt as if I could cum right now, that I might not even be able to handle the ecstasy of another man inside of me!

The hands moved down the curves of my waist to my hips and released my belt and Kevin pushed me up off his prick as the hands pulled my shorts down off of me in a coordinated move.  I wanted to turn to see who the lucky guy was that was about to stuff my asshole, but Kevin wouldn’t let me.  

As soon as the shorts came off, I was pulled onto Kevin’s fat cock, though he had moved to slip it in my backdoor-”gotta make sure our friend here can slide into that tight little hole allright-wouldn’t want to hog all your slickness for myself.”

I could feel the silky head of this mans cock sliding across my lower back and my ass cheeks.  Kevin was sliding his hard on in and out of me alternating between pink and brown eyes to even out the slippiness for both their cocks.  As turned on as I was, as awesome as Kevin felt inside me, I was impatient to feel the strangeness of this unknown stranger’s prick inside of me.

“Baby, fuck my pussy, let this nice man have my tight little asshole, you can’t use both at the same time, don’t be selfish.”

I hear two chuckles and Kevin complies with my plea.  “Her ass looks fucking hot bouncing up and down like that, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, my man,”  I hear the man behind me say.  His cock is slapping lightly against my fleshy round ass and his hands are pushing my cheeks apart to find his mark.  As he begins pressuring his hard on against my little asshole, I feel his breath on my neck and he whispers to me that he’s been thinking about fucking me all day.  I realized it was Dave, the dirty electrician that got me worked up in the first place!

Kevin’s cock slides out and I feel Dave’s fully penetrate my bottom and his cock’s got Kevin’s beat in length-I never felt anything so deep in my ass before and it felt so good.  They fucked me in a see saw rhythm for a little while, each pumping me with an opposite stroke-my pleasure sensors were all overloaded, it was as if I were having one long slow continuous orgasm in this rocking fuck.

Then Kevin held me down, his cock filling my pussy, then Dave filled me from behind.  At this moment I could feel how truly filled I was and I was loving it.  Kevin just held me pinned on his big fat hog and said “give it to her hard brother, make her cum on both of our cocks.  You wanna cum on both our cocks, baby?  You like fucking two dicks at the same time you horny little slut?”

“Oh yeah, make me cum on your big hard cocks, it feels so fucking good, I feel like you men are going to rip me in half.”

Dave’s pace wasn’t fast or slow, but steady, long, and oh so deep thrusts.

“Do you feel his cock sliding along the length of yours?”  I ask Kevin, knowing that they were separated by only a thin layer and squeezed so tight together they could feel every inch of each other.  “Does his cock feel good next to yours inside of me?”

“It feels fucking awesome,” they both reply at once.  

I love getting my ass fucked from behind and the harder I’m pounded, the harder I cum, “give it to me harder,” I beg. 

But Kevin tells him “fuck her any way you want to fuck her, make her beg to cum.”

“Your ass feels so god damned good, I want to enjoy it as long as your man will let me have it, your ass is on my time now, you nasty, horny slut.”

I try to take matters into my own hands and try to rock my hips up and back to meet Dave’s deep thrusts, while at the same time grinding my clit against Kevin’s prick still buried to the hilt in my pussy.  I feel Kevin’s thick shaft getting even fatter, I know it won’t be long til he cums, and Dave is pumping me faster and so deep, his belly is slapping my ass loudly with every thrust.  

“Are your balls slapping each others?”

“Yes.”

God, the idea of that starts my climax, two mens big pricks rubbing against each other pumping inside of me-all of our sexes turning everybody on so much more.

Kevin is guiding the rocking of my hips, faster and more violently I am grinding on his fat cock, Dave has his hands in my hair, pulling it down and forcing a deep arch in my back and sticking my tits up and out  for Kevin to appreciate, and at the small of my back directing his big dick harder and harder into my bouncing little ass.

There are juices pouring out of my holes, it feels like they are shrinking or the cocks inside me are growing.  In a deep dark place I feel the first tremors of what I know will be an orgasm like I have never felt.  The  vibrations quickly build to spasms and releases with no mind to know anything except this carnal satisfaction.  The orgasm shot through me like a thunderclap, I’m unable to do anything but feel the waves of my own release wash over me.

The men are still working me to their own pleasure, and I think to thank Kevin for this, I should do something he's hot for, “i want you boys to cum in my mouth, I want to taste myself on you and I want to swallow all your hot cum.”

I guess that convinced both of them, they simultaneously drug their throbbing cocks out of my holes and suddenly I felt so empty, but licking my cum off of both of them and feeling the two heads trying to force themselves into my mouth filled me another way.  I took turns taking them as far into my throat as I could-with much previous practice I could take all of Kevin and still get my tongue down to lick at his balls; with Dave’s long johnson, though, I gagged before it was buried, but I swallowed hard and heard him groan “oh god, what was that?” at feeling my swallowing the head of his cock.

“She loves to suck cock, it gets her so fucking wet,” Kevin shares. “Go on baby, make this nice man cum down your throat.” He was stroking his own cock and watching his sexy girl take another guys cock down her throat. “You like sucking his dick, you little cock slut?  You look so fucking hot sucking that cock.”

I felt Dave getting ready to cum, I was stroking Kevin’s cock along with him and knew he was ready too.  I pulled my mouth off Dave enough to pull both their heads into my mouth and I stroked their cocks in time and Dave asked “you want us both at the same time?” and I felt hot jets of jizz against the roof of my mouth, I didn’t know who went first and I was treating their pricks as if they were one, stroking, sucking, licking and trying to lap up every bit of cum they gave me, but there wasn’t much room in my mouth and I could feel it running down my chin and my arms.  

I felt them both release and I let their cocks free of my mouth and I licked them clean in turn while looking up at their faces to see what they were feeling and both of them had the same look, amazed fulfillment.

Then Dave was zipped up and back to whatever he was doing twenty minutes ago.  

Kevin tells me to pack up my tools, I’m still dazed out from what just happened that I’d forgotten we were at work!  

“Lets call it a day so we can go home and I can see what two cocks did to your little ass.”  I knew he was already worked up enough to fuck me again, just thinking of what just went down.  “That was so fucking hot, baby, I hope it did for you what it did for me!”

Suddenly, Mike sat down next to me. ‘Funny meeting you here. Did you find the ladies?’ he said as I nearly leapt out of my skin shook my head ‘No’ but managed to smile as he ordered me a drink. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his mouth as he chatted to me, hardly hearing his words, only nodding and muttering occasionally. I watched his lips move and my body screamed at me, letting me know it was going to erupt soon asking me to do something about it. A few drinks later, my mind and mouth didn’t want to cooperate with each other and before I could stop myself I said ‘You really have a very sexy mouth Mike and if I wasn’t waiting for someone, I would take you to a hotel and’ I caught myself mid sentence and looked at him, blushing.

He laughed ‘I think you are very beautiful. If you want, we don’t even have to leave the airport’ and placed his hand back on my thigh. I felt my stomach tighten and an unmistakable feeling shot through me as I thought about pushing his hand away, but didn’t. His fingers moved up my thigh and slipped under my dress. Then I felt his fingertip lightly brush over my satin panties, moaning as he whispered in my ear ‘I can feel how wet you are and it’s not pussy juice is it.

You’re ready to let go, aren’t you?’ He didn’t wait for a reply instead he slipped his finger under my panties and pressed hard, just below my bladder. Then slipped it over my wetness and touched my arse. I gasped and the bartender looked over and asked if I was OK. I smiled nodding and asking directions to the Ladies while Mike withdrew his finger and placed it in his mouth then sucked on the juice. There was nothing else for me to do, I had to go so I got up and walked out of the bar. He followed behind me, close enough for me to feel him near, but not close enough for anyone to think we were together. I walked into the rest room panting and leaned against a sink as my pulse rate rocketed. Spasms shot through my body with a growing urgency as I shuddered wondering why I had willingly let him touch me.

I stood looking at myself in the mirror as a door to a stall opened and a woman emerged, I felt myself getting closer my body spasmed with a more urgent sensation and then I felt Mike enter the rest room. My heart raced as I started to burn deep inside and he moved behind me, saying nothing. He took my hand and guided me into a vacant stall and I knew I was loosing control. Locking the door and turning around, he grabbed my arse and pulled me to his mouth sucking on my lips with a lustful hunger. He probed my mouth as he pushed past my lips, sucking my tongue as I moaned and my spasms became more intense. We kissed deeply, probing and fighting with our tongues, sucking on each others lips.

Then he lifted my dress and slid my panties down over my hips as he bent his knees, following them down my thighs with his wet tongue. My pussy screamed out for him to stop, come back, you have missed the best part and went into spasms as my orgasm began its journey through me. Holding the hem of my dress, he came back up my body, flicking my navel with his wet tongue, leaving a trail of saliva as he moved past under my arm and stood up, pulling the dress over my head and tossing it to the floor like a rag. My breasts and nipples had become hard and stuck out in the hope that he would see them. Then standing behind me, he unsnapped my bra letting it fall to the tiles and began kissing my neck as I pressed back on him. Shaking as he licked his wet tongue over my shoulder, he slid his body around to my breasts, cupping them in his large hands, kneading their firmness and sucked a nipple in to his mouth.

Rolling his tongue over my hardening nipple, pinching the other one hard between his fingers, I shuddered and moaned louder in pleasure. Mike moved down my stomach, licking as he went and I shuddered at the thought of what might follow, my pussy oozing juices, sending a sweet aroma into the air and I knew then that I had a battle on my hands. I ran my fingers through his hair and realised he was naked, my spine quivered and I felt myself getting weak as I fought my mounting orgasm. My pussy went into spasms as juice began to run down my thighs and I struggled to remain on my feet as he moved my legs apart.

I felt him spread my pussy lips with his finger and ripples of pleasure ran through my loins as I tossed my head back, moaning at his touch. He flicked his tongue gently against my clit and his finger spreading the wetness between my arse cheeks. My hands now on his shoulders, I felt his finger probe at the entrance, slowly pushing it’s way in, burying itself deep while I leaned back against the wall and started to shake as he rub my clit with his thumb, feeling the cold tiles burn into my back, knowing I had lost the battle and I pulled his head into me.

My orgasm climbing higher and higher with each thrust and started to take hold as his finger probed deep in my arse and I growl as he moved it around. His tongue swirled on my clit, his lips sucked hard as he pushed two fingers deep into my pussy, probing both my openings, taking me to a place I rarely visit.

It is then that I loose control of my bodily functions. My bladder released its liquid and my pussy juices flowed uncontrollably my juices poured out of me in a flood and I filled his mouth with the mixture, as he drank deeply the nectar I offered. He moaned sucking harder, pushing his fingers deeper and I let go into the ecstasy that now washed over me in a torrent of pleasure. ‘Ahh Mike. God ohh yes’ and collapsed over him, totally spent. Mike stood up pulling me with him and presses me hard into the wall, staring into my lustful eyes with hunger. Kissing me, he pushed opened my lips with his tongue and he squirted a mouthful of liquid into my open mouth. I felt the warm fluid run down my throat tasting my essences, swallowing deeply, shaking with pleasure and shuddering, my orgasm levelled out and I sank to my knees, weak and spent shaking from the intensity of what had happened.

Through my half closed eyes I looked up at Mike and saw his prick staring me in the face and reached out to stroke him slowly moving my thumb over the leaking head, he quivered with excitement as his prick throbbed in my hand. Still shuddering with the effects of my orgasm, I pulled him towards me and I took his hard prick into my mouth, still tasting myself as I ran my tongue around the throbbing head and licked the cum as it oozed from the hole. Sucking hard, I cupped my hand around his balls stroking them with my nails, squeezing gently as I licked his hardness with my tongue. Then running my fingers around his arse hole, he started to shudder with spasms of delight and I felt the head of his prick grow and throb inside my mouth.

Feeling the first drops of his cum, as it travelled up from his balls and putting a finger inside my dripping pussy, I tightened my lips around the head of his prick, sucked faster then slipped my wet finger deep into his arse. I found his gland and pushed hard against it, feeling his cum rising, ready to spurt into my waiting mouth. Mike shuddered as his orgasm began and I kept up the pressure in his arse, moving my finger in and out in time with my sucking. He moaned louder as his prick began to flood cum down my throat and he filled my mouth with his juices.

I pulled his spurting prick from between my lips and sprayed it over my face and breasts as his knees shook and started to give way. With one final thrust, his balls emptied in my hair as my finger pushed deeper into his arse, rubbed his prick in my face, spreading his cum over me. Collapsing on the floor beside me, we sat on the cold tiles, looking at each other his cum dripped out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin his chest covered in my fluids. I looked at him through half closed eyes, ‘Thank you Mike.

That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.’ We slowly got up and dressed left the cubical and washed up in the basins then Mike took me in his arms and looked into my eyes ‘How about a home visit?’ I kissed his lips lightly ‘It will be a pleasure Mike’ and he handed me an envelope kissed my lips and left leaving me still shuddering and weak.

As I was walking on the edge of the park I notice this lovely African American woman about my age maybe a little older walking her dog.

I made an effort to go past her, I don’t know why but she fascinated me.  She had a lovely light yellow dress on and she looked very very good.

As I came close to her she walked right up to me and told me see needed some special attention.  Without saying another word she reached down and opened my pants.  Although it was dark out there were many lights and many people walking the path near the street. 

She sat me down on a bench and lifted her sundress. She didn’t have anything on under her dress and without any hesitation slide my 7" long 4" circumference cock into her tight sweet pussy.

Unfortunately I didn’t last long inside her and after about 3 or 4 minutes of her riding up and down on my cock telling me how good it felt in here. I filled her pussy with my hot long shots of cum.

She then climbed off of me and got on her knees and started to suck my cock to see if she could get it hard again.  That is when I realized we were not alone.  There were many people that were walking all around our position.  No one had stopped but I am sure someone must have seen.

She stopped got up called the dog back and waved good bye to me.  I asked if I could go home with here and show here I could be much better with her if I had the full night to please her.

She told me she had to get home and that her husband wouldn’t approve of me coming home.  She waved and I just smiled.   I never found out her name but I never forgot her.

 

 

“Guess what?” she said.

 

“What?”  I replied distractedly, scratching the puppy on his ears.

 

“I just got my driver’s license!  Yeah, I’m a year late, but I have it now!   Want to go for a ride?”

 

“Well, sure,” I said.  Where are we going?

 

“I’m going shopping!”  I’d never seen Sharna so excited…it was so cute!

 

She took my hand, and it was so soft, I realized this sandbox pal had grown up!  We got in her parents Toyota, but I could already tell she had territorial rights on it.  It had a baby bracelet that said ‘Sharna’ on it hanging from the mirror, and also a necklace with a locket that she had showed me with a picture of her mother.  More than anything, it smelled like her.  I’m not sure if it was perfume, or shampoo, or what, but it was obvious that Sharna was in possession of this car.

 

She drove us to the mall, and we walked around.  I’m not real good at malls, but it was fun, with her holding my arm.  She embarrassed my by making me go with her while she bought all this makeup, but then we went shopping for books too.

 

Finally, we sat on a bench in the mall, and rested.  She took the bag of the makeup she’d bought, and was looking at it.  “Do you have anything sharp, Dave?”

 

“Well, yeah, have this dorky lil pocket knife on my keychain,” I said

 

“Gimme!” Sharna said, and I did.   She used it to open a li’l package.  It turned out it was a lipgloss she had bought.  I saw it on TV, it’s Mabelline ‘Wet Shine’, and it’s so sexy.  I kinda ignored her, I was embarrassed.  She took my hand and said, “Look!”

 

I did, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life!   It was so incredibly sexy looking!

 

Sharna said, “You at least have to give me a gentle kiss, Dave.  This is the mall!  No one will notice!”

I couldn’t turn that down, so I gave Sharna a soft kiss, blushing furiously the whole time.  No one seemed to notice (well, except for she and I)

 

She took my hand, and said, “I have one other place to go!”

 

She took me to a place called ‘Glamour Shots’….

 

“What do they sell here?” I asked.

 

Sharna said, “Nothing, silly, they do makeovers, and then take awesome pictures!” 

 

“Cool,” I said, I’ll be here in the waiting room.  I picked up an issue of ‘Sports Illustrated’ out of boredom

 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sharna said, “you won’t be bored for long!

 

About five minutes later, the receptionist (I think her name was Dana) came over to me and said, “Sharna is ready for you, sir.”

 

I replied, “What do you mean ready?”

 

“Ready for her photos with you,”  she said as she smiled.

 

Dana showed me the way, and I saw Sharna.  My breath caught in my throat….she was so incredibly sexy!  I’d never seen her wear makeup, and now she looked like a supermodel!  She took my hand, and led me to this chair….looked like a barber chair, and sat me down.  Then she sat in my lap, and the girl with the camera posed us various way, and took tons of pictures.  She even made us kiss for a picture….

 

The camera girl (I found out later her name was Laura) said, “I’ll have the pictures in about 15 minutes….see you then.  Sharna said, “keep your camera ready,  I may want one more picture.”

 

I had no idea what she was talking about, but she took me by the hand, and I remember thinking again how soft and sexy her hands were.  She said, “I have to pee, but I don’t want to be away from you.”

 

She led me into the ‘ladies room’….and took a pee.  Then she opened the door to the booth, and, I thought she was coming out.  Nope.  She pulled me into it, and closed the door.  Then she gave me the hottest kiss I’ve ever had!

 

“I saw this on TV and thought about you,” she said as she took out this Maybelline wet shine, “and I thought pink would look so sexy on your dick!”  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but she put it on, and she was so right…I’d never seen sexier lips.

 

Sharna knelt down, and damn near TORE my pants open, and giving me one last slow kiss, she began to suck my dick.  I’d always thought that girls only did that to make a guy happy, and didn’t enjoy it at all, but she was clearly loving it.

 

I was just about incoherent, then she stopped and put on more lipstick.  “I want u to cum on my face Dave.  I want to look pretty for you!  (But u will have to kiss it off of me and then kiss me).”

 

“Oh my god, Sharna!”  I couldn’t help myself, she was jerking my dick, and her lips looked so incredibly sexy! And she was sucking me!  I started to cum on her face….then in her hair!

 

When I calmed down, I said, “Oh, Sharna, I’m so sorry, that was so bad!  Forgive me?”

 

She replied, “Don’t be sorry, baby.  Guess What?”

 

I replied, “What?”

 

You need to lick it off of my face and drool it in my mouth….so I can properly make out with you….I love cum.  I love yours most.

 

“I loved it so much!  And I had Laura sneak in and take pictures!  She got some great ones!  Next time, I’m going to dribble it all over ur face, and lick it off and make out with you!”

 

It made me so horny!  Then sweet Sharna whispered to me again…”and Laura asked me for a taste too…but I made her lick it off of your face”  and guess what?  She can’t wait for us to visit her again…she gave me her home phone. J

     By now others were watching and I could hear their coments as I continued to give head to perfect strangers. These two guys were moaning with each suck and stroke. The guy I was stroking got up and came around behind me forcing my shorts and panties down. He spread my legs apart and then the cheeks of my ass as he began licking back and forth from my wet pussy to my ass hole. I was already so turned on, I came instantly as his tongue entered my wet pussy, shooting my juice all over his mouth and chin.

     He then stood up and slid his cock into my pussy, I yelled “ fuck me you son of a bitch and fuck me hard.” This time I screamed when I blew my nut causing the dick in my mouth to blow its load deep into my throat. The guy behind me pulled out and said to me, “ bitch suck me off and I don’t want you to spill a drop when I shoot my load into your mouth.”

By now I could hear the driver shut the bus off and started walking towards the back of the bus. I heard a zipper as the footsteps approached.

I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and suddenly it swelled and shot its hot sticky juice down my throat. He came so much I could barely swallow it all.

     Then I heard the drivers voice say, “nobody has fun on my bus without me and my wife is riding and wants to have fun also..” I got up and started to refuse and he yelled at the guys, “ hold the little cunt down.” I began to panic and his wife began to stroke my breast and kiss my neck. She then sat on the seat in front of me rubbing her clit, I could see she was already dripping wet. I told him I did not want to do this, then suddenly the two guys grabbed me and held me face down and muffled my screams as the driver forced his cock into my ass. The pain was instant and so were my tears. He began to groan and thrust into my ass with force.

     His wife started wiping away my tears and told me to relax and enjoy it as she slid down underneath me and began to lick and fuck my pussy with her tongue. All  of a sudden everything started to change as a wave of pleasure started to devour my body from deep inside. The pain was disappearing and the excitement was taking over as his cock kept pounding my ass hole harder and harder. I began to ache for more with every lick and thrust. It did not take long for me to feel my orgasm build and I soon exploded all over his wifes face as she tried to lick every drop.

     She then got back up on the seat in front of me and spread her legs to give me good access to her wet pussy. I began licking the juices from her pussy lips and she parted them with her hands to give me better access to her slit. I ran my tongue up and down between her puffy mounds and stopped to suck lightly on her clit just enough to make her start to quiver and then I would slide my tongue down and shove it deep into her wet dripping hole as I tried to savor every drop of her juice. I never knew pussy could taste so good. She began to moan and pump her hips to meet my mouth.

     The driver began fucking my ass faster and faster as I felt his cock swell and begin to shoot its load deep into my asshole. I continued to lick and fuck her pussy with my tongue until she shot her sweet juices all over my face, I swallowed all I could as she filled my mouth.

     The other two guys decided to stick their cocks in my mouth and pussy and began fucking me at both ends. I sucked as if it were the last cock on earth as the other cock rammed my pussy hard and fast. I felt another orgasm building and it was going to be a big one as I could feel my hole body starting to get numb. The cock in my mouth started to cum and I sucked every last drop I could get and this sent me into an orgasm frenzy as my pussy convulsed around the hard cock. This sent the cock into an explosion as he shot his load into my pulsating hole.

     Ohhh, I can’t wait to take another bus ride. I guess I should send my ex- boyfriend a thank you card.

We were at least two hours late, and now I was supposed to be able to flip a switch in my neck and fall into a dead sleep. It wasn’t going to happen. I was pretty pissed that our schedule was wrecked. I hadn’t had any dick in awhile, and was about to climb the walls, I was so fucking horny. But we had a deadline, and we weren’t going to make it unless we kicked ass the whole way. I knew I needed to cum or I wasn’t going to get any sleep at all. In the past I had begged and pleaded with my husband to stop the damn truck, but what we both learned about that experience was that we’re both terribly stubborn. When he gets on a roll, he doesn’t want to stop. Even for sex. It takes him over an hour to come--he just doesn’t do quickies. He just doesn’t. Stopping for an hour of sex was out of the question, and I knew it.

Now, I squirt when I cum, so I keep these rubber mats in the truck. They’re white, layered in flannel like you’d put in the bottom of a crib, and I keep one on the mattress. I got up on my mat and I pulled out a bottle of water and a washcloth. I pulled off my shirt and start giving myself a little sponge bath. My husband was driving, but he glanced back, saw me pretty much naked and said, "Woman, what the hell are you doing? We’re in the middle of traffic."

Of course we were, we were always in the middle of traffic-- and I had about had it with this crappy trucking traffic. He could tell by the look on my face that I was declaring mutiny. He decided not to mess with me. Instead, I could see the little visor being pulled down–he has a square mirror on the back. He aimed the mirror right at me so he could watch traffic and me at the same time.

Before I continue, this is not a safe driving story. I’m not advocating anyone try this. That being said, this is about the favorite sexual experience we’ve ever had. I’d fucking had it with the truck rolling 24 hours a day, I was so horny. I was too tired, too crabby, and about to take matters into my own hands.

The sun was setting. I was on the bed with my boobs all out, sponging off. I spread shaving cream over my crotch with my legs wide open. I shaved myself nice and smooth. My husband’s a watcher, so he’s got his eyes pretty much on as much of the action as he can while still driving. When it finally got dark enough, I scooted up to the front seat and threw the mat down on the seat and started masturbating.

He’d gotten me a dildo as a gift when we got into the truck together but I hadn’t had too much of a chance to play with it. It had a great size and shape, about eight thick inches, and what made it different than the other ones I had was that it had a suction cup on the end. I started jacking myself off with it, and I was looking around for a place to stick the suction cup. I was eyeballing the gearshift because I had often fantasized about what it would feel like vibrating against my clit. Husband read my mind. He covered the gearshift with his hand and said, "Don’t even think about it."

I told him he was a spoilsport, and decided I could try sticking it to the console of the truck. The glove compartment was in front of the passenger seat, then there’s a section that juts out at an angle, there’s the vents for the air conditioning there, otherwise it’s pretty blank. I smacked the dildo suction cup on the side of that part of the console. I arched my back up from the seat and I started fucking the dildo stuck to the panel there. The dildo was vibrating all over the place with the truck’s constant vibration. The air from the vent was blowing on my pussy. OMG, it was bliss!

Husband was saying "You go, girl." He flipped on the light that lights the interior, under the console. It’s a red light, and I know he only flipped it on so he could see better. It makes my skin glow all red--I’m thinking–DAMN! Red Light District!--I’m hitting my groove.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," I sigh with each thrust.

I’ve got one foot up on the handle by the window, and the other leg spread all the way open with my foot braced behind his seat. I’m screwing away and it’s dark, but not pitch black. With the red light glowing, it’s making me crazy to think that there might be other drivers in other trucks noticing what’s going on in our truck. It was definitely feeding into my exhibitionist tendencies! At least, I was performing for My Man. What I really want to do was to make him get crazy, make him stop the truck and give me some dick.

Slam!-- the dildo crashed to the floor. Now I don’t know about anyone else, but anything that hits the floor of the truck is off-limits to going back into a body. We do try to keep our truck tidy, but in and out of it all day with boots and dust, well-- hair and grit and cum don’t mix. So I go "Oh crap!" and I’m looking for something else to shove into my pussy. I grabbed the bottle of lube and shoved it inside my pussy. I started jamming on it. I squirmed all into the aisle.

Hubby said, "Hey, bring that on over here."

The truck started lugging as he slowed down to shift. He had to pay attention to the road. He reached up for some medical gloves that we keep in the pouch above his visor. He likes to stay clean and latex gloves come in handy for pulling dead birds out of the grill, or unscrewing the cap off the stinky diesel tanks. I scootched my ass over the side of the seat and had my legs spread as wide as they would go. I braced my foot up on the console and pushed my hip against the gear shift. My whole pelvis vibrated. He slopped lube all over my pussy until it was slick and smooth and he slipped on the medical glove. I was grinding against his hand. He kept rubbing my clit and I was all over the place. I started begging, "Oh Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me." Then wham! --he shoved his entire hand up inside my cunt. Oh my god. He’d fisted me before--that’s one of the reasons we kept the gloves in the truck--but I couldn’t believe he could fit his whole hand up inside of me like that while we were driving. Jesus Christ! I rocked around and adjusted to the size of his hand and I started riding him. He was working me over. Slamming it to me. He held the back of his hand vibrating on the back of my cunt. I was going crazy. He was still driving, still keeping his eyes on the road, but one of his hands was jammed up inside me. It was awesome. I felt so full. I started moaning and coming and squirting all over the place. He was feeling me clench and pulse against his arm, and then he would thrust it in again.

Talk about absolute insanity!

Of course, I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on outside the truck until he said, "Shit! I can’t believe it. I just fisted you all the way down the Grapevine."

I went to another movie, and there was noone in the theater! THAT was awesome, too. I was pretty much done by the end of the previews. Just then, 5 high school girls came in and sat just a few seats in front of me. That was scary too, because I just had my shirt on, no shoes, no pants, no underwear. Plus it is a steep theater, so my cock was in plain view of people in front of me. I slowed down a little so they didn't know right away what I was up to. But after the lights dimmed I looked at them and my mind was going crazy with fantasies of 5 high school hotties catching me and joining in. I didn't pay attention to the movie at all, I was looking at them and hoping they would catch me. I even stood up as I came, just in case. They never knew though. That was the only movie that I actually jerked off twice.

Gotta love movie theaters!