It wasn’t even daylight yet. He arrived at his job at 4:30 a.m. She walked from the bus to The Company, crossing city streets, into the industrial end of town. She doubted she was going to be able to go through with what she’d imagined all night long. She’d barely slept a wink, thinking of how badly she wanted to capture his imagination, how she wanted to use those black panties to turn him on so much he would obsess about her all day long.

Sure enough, she found him there in the yard, sorting clutter from recycling bins into manageable piles. Gary, the driver of the forklift paused what he was doing to turn and say hello as she approached. He was always so polite, so sweet to her. He already had a streak of black grease across the back of his right hand. One of the things she was drawn to about him was that he worked so damned hard.

She took the renegade panties out of her pocket and placed them next to his hand on his knee. "Here," she said abruptly.

He took them, surprised. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. They were simple black satin panties. Somehow he had lived all his life and no woman had ever walked up to him and tossed her panties at him in a parking lot before. He gave her a look.

He called her 'Trouble' for a reason.

She had never presented him with panties before. This was an alluring twist.

A black flatbed tractor trailer pulled into the lot. "He needs me to load him. Hang on, okay?" He put the forklift into gear and put her panties into his coverall pocket.

"Wait!" she called over the sound of the motor. "Give those back. I might need them later."

"Does this mean you’re not wearing any?" He asked.

"That's exactly what it means."

"You are Trouble." He grinned slyly.

She snatched the panties back and slid them into her own pocket. She turned on her heel and walked away. Her heels clicked on the pavement and she knew he was watching her. She ducked into the shadows against the back of the lot, the walls covered with graffiti, where he went sometimes to smoke pot.

The sun was starting to rise. The pink of the sky was streaking off into blues and translucent grey patches. She stood behind a huge scrap container, surrounded by smaller, waist high bins full of sorted metals, and waited.

It took awhile for him to load the flatbed. The semi driver got out and started tightening straps against the crates on his load. The forklift turned and Gary came back against the wall to find her.

"What the hell’re you up to? I know you have something in mind."

"I always have something in mind," she assured him with a quick smile. "But this time you can tell what it is."

He got off the lift and took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. She pressed up against him. She loved the smell of his hard labor caught in the folds of the denim. His hands slid down her body and her hands crept inside his clothes. Under her jumper, he discovered that the stockings she wore were held up by suspenders, and he grabbed her bare ass. He kissed her neck and started to lift her to hold her against him.

"Don't pick me up." She protested, pleased nonetheless. She was too heavy, and he’d been complaining earlier in the week. "Your back..." she reminded him.

"I don't give a shit about my back." His hands were all over her, exploring and touching soft skin. "Can we do it right here?" He asked, breathlessly.

"You tell me where." She said, silently daring herself to go through with this crazy idea. "It's getting light though. You sure this is a good idea?"

"You already got me hard. I don't really give a fuck."

They were in the far end of the parking lot. There was a wire mesh fence between them and another warehouse yard. There were shipping containers stacked up higher than their heads, but anyone coming to look for his forklift would find him.

His radio squawked, calling loudly. "Gary and Don! Come to the front office." He ignored the dispatcher and kissed her again, his hands leaving smudges of oil on her pale chin.

Oh yes, he knew better. But there was something about her that made him lose track of being sensible.

He lowered his zipper. She knelt in front of him. She felt gravel dig into her pretty knees. What if she tore her stockings? How could she explain it at work? She pulled him deep inside her mouth. He was absolutely rock hard and she loved it. She was sucking a guy’s cock right there in the parking lot! She couldn’t believe her audacity!

His dick was long, but narrow. She worked it back into her throat. She started breathing through her nose. She inhaled the "bad boy" smell of pot that he carried in his pocket.

"That's not what I had in mind," he protested after a minute or two.

"Where then?" she said, pulling off him, breathless, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

His dick sprang up and hit her in the face. He was so hard, so turned on! She wasn’t used to having this effect on men. She was always taken for granted, the little office gal who would fetch coffee, make copies, or run to the store to save someone else in The Company from taking time away from their more important task. She was always That Girl, the one everyone liked, who wasn’t quite threatening enough to back stab.

"Can you sit there?" He motioned and took her hand. He lifted her up on one of the waist high containers. Again, she struggled against having him lift her, but it wasn't a real slick move for her to hop to a level where he could enter her. He unzipped his coveralls and peeled back a layer of his clothes. Just enough to get to what he wanted. He opened her legs.

She looked around her, a little disoriented. It was totally daylight! This had to absolutely be the fastest it had ever gone from dull grey shadows to a bright, sunshiny morning.

"Well I absolutely have never done this before," she said, timid, but excited.

"Me neither."

"And right here in the company parking lot..."

"I can’t help it. You’re too fucking hot."

She could hardly believe her ears, could hardly believe she was saying the words and going through with her thoughts that was allowing this to take place. What if the semi driver found something wrong with the load and needed him? What if he’d noticed her stepping back into the yard and came to find out what was going on? The thought of her being seen with the forklift driver, all gritty with sweat and motor oil, totally turned her on. The thought of someone seeing her, her bare butt perched against the grit of the metal crate while he fucked her, well it made her crazy to think that she was actually going through with it, doing it right there in the yard.

"I can't wait," Gary whispered, begging. "You have to help me." He was holding her from falling off the container and he couldn't move his hands to steer his rock-hard dick between her thighs. She guided him, then moved her hand back to clutch the side. Somehow, she perched on the tiny edge of the container bracing herself as he slammed his seven inches deep inside of her. His breath was ragged as he sank into her, and she was half aware of the fullness inside her, and half aware that she was going to slip off and land in a big greasy puddle, should she lose her grip. She had to hold it together. She couldn’t go to work if she ended up in the grease! It was all so spontaneous, and so precarious. It made her so fucking wet to know that he just looked at her panties and lost control... Now he had her up on the corner of a great steel container and was ramming her to beat the band. Oh my God. The corner of the metal container dug uncomfortably into her leg, but she didn’t care. It was too fucking wild that he was just doing her, right there, right where anyone walking over to find him could see.

If that happened, everyone in The Company would know by noon. Wasn’t he thinking about what he was doing? This was nuts!

She was torn. The good girl part of her was totally mortified, totally wanted to jump down off the corner of the container, pull herself together and go have coffee with the office girls upstairs. What if someone looked down out of one of the windows to see? Everyone would know it was her, they all could recognize her jumper. One morning, she’d proudly brought it into work to show it off. It was one-of-a-kind. She felt a knot of panic bubble in her stomach. Her wild thoughts added to the thrill.

"I like this," he said. The straggled words got lost somewhere in her hair. His eyes were slightly out of focus, he was lost inside himself inside his head.

He picked up the pace, thrusting intently. She felt the chill of the metal under her ass. She clutched at the edges of the box, hoping she wouldn’t fall off. His eyes closed. The good girl side of her demanded that he hurry.

"I’m gonna come!"

Oh my God, what if somebody heard him? Frantically, she glanced around, certain that he’d been back here too long and certainly his foreman was going to come find him.

The radio receiver on his forklift whistled and squawked. "You there, Gary? Quit fuckin’ ignoring me, Man."

She felt his muscles tighten as he jammed himself in deeper. He grunted and pumped her full of creamy jizz. He had to catch her as she almost lost her balance and tumbled into a pile of used car parts.

Not that it mattered, but she couldn’t cum. Not just then. The whole situation totally thrilled her, beyond her wildest dreams, but she spent the whole time frozen, terrified that someone was going to find her there, being fucked by the forklift driver. Right in the yard. Right there at work! Oh, the girls in The Company would have a complete fit if they found out. She would lose all credibility. "What a whore she is," they would all whisper in their most vindictive voices.

She giggled to think of the looks on their faces.

He backed away from her, his dick still visible, to answer his foreman on the radio. "Yah, I’ll be right there. I was taking a leak."

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. But then what else was he supposed to say? ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed silently, and waved to her as he backed the lift out from their hiding place and chugged across the lot to the office.

 

            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. ~

You have some vague plan of finding an out-of-the-way road to follow. Frankly, I don't care if we end up making love on a picnic table in the state park. I don't feel particularly discreet today. I climb behind you on your bike, and I am going to enjoy holding you. Today you are Mine.

You start out of town looking for the kind of road that will wind off into nowhere. Five miles later, we stop to deal the hand of poker. I have three sevens. You have two kings. I take off your belt and put it into the knapsack.

The road we are on doesn't really look very promising, so you double back and we head back to a side road that we had passed a mile or so back. At five miles, you stop again, and we play another hand of poker. Your full house beats my pair of aces, so I ask you what you want me to take off.

You dare me to go ahead and take off my jeans. I pull them off and fold them into the knapsack. At this point, I am wearing my shoes and socks, my tank top and leather jacket, and some very skimpy, wet, satin panties.

Fifteen miles later, the paved road turns into a gravel road. We are winding along a valley dotted with farmhouses. I have to put my jacket over my legs so the gravel spitting up from the road doesn't tear me up. I have lost my shoes and socks and you’ve lost your shirt. When I get off the leather seat to deal with the next poker hand, I leave a streak of wetness which dries quickly in the sun. I lose another hand of poker, and relinquish my jacket. We find and follow a dirt road that looks like it will take us back into a wooded area on a hill. At two miles, you stop the bike by a stream and deal another hand of cards.

I am not a good card player, but then I'm not trying to be. I manage to find a pair, but you have four sixes (cheater?), so I slide my panties off. Before getting back on the bike, however, I pull off my tank top and wet it in the icy water of the creek. When I slip it back over my head, my nipples spring out and the soaked material hugs my breasts. I press up against you, but my shirt is very cold against your skin, and you pull away. I begin licking and tasting the back of your neck. We're not going very fast anymore.

I rock my pelvis back and forth on the seat slowly, loving the way the vibrations pulse through my body. I could come on the motorcycle, but I know that if I wait, it will be better, more complete. I reach around you and unfasten your pants. Your penis is full and hard, and I take it into my hand

and trace little circles on the head with my thumb. The cold from my shirt sends chills up your back. My legs are pressed up yours. I want to make love to you desperately.

The road ducks down into a hollow and you pull off into a ditch, where you let the bike idle. I start to get off, but you spin me around on the seat, and position me so that you can go down on me. I shudder as the sensations roll though my body, and it doesn't take me but a minute to come. You kiss me hard, after I am through, and hold my hips to guide yourself inside me.

However, you still have your jeans on, and the bike dies. You can't go in as far as either of us would like you to go. I hold you between my legs and grip you hard, for just the feeling of having the tip of you inside me brings me to another climax. You hold me and kiss me and laugh a little,

saying that you want to watch me come some more, but if we are going to do this right, we are going to have to get off the bike.

You take care of the bike, and I slip down off the motorcycle as you do that, then watch as you take off your pants. You peel off my wet top and lower me to the ground. The air feels sudden and silent after the drone of the bike, and the weeds and grasses are soft with the newness of Spring. The hollow that we are in arches my back slightly, and in a moment, you push yourself back into my wetness and watch me come again and again. You pull away to watch, still hard, and I roll over onto my stomach. You grip my hips, pulling them up, and push into me again and again, forcefully. I start to climax again and you hold me against you so you can feel my rhythm with me. You play me some more, and when I am spent, you ask me take you inside of my mouth. I can taste my tangy self all over you and smell your smell and I turn and use the angle of my throat to take you all the way inside.

After a few moments, I want you inside of me again, so I straddle you and lower myself down on you, feeling every inch as you stretch inside. I ride you until I come and then use my hand to spread the wetness all over me, up and back. I pull up and off of you, turn so that I am facing your

feet and sit down on your cock, catching my breath as you glide suddenly into my ass.

I feel your hands holding my hips and I let the tension tell me how quickly you want me to move, once I have relaxed and can take you there. I follow your lead and quicken the pace until you arch up and push yourself deeply inside of me as you come. Then I lay back on your chest and feel the rising and falling of your body as you breathe.

I just want to touch you and taste your skin and listen to your stories. Afterwards, we'll share lunch and drink a few beers and maybe, before it gets much colder, you will let me take you home and we can shower. I will take you inside of my mouth under the water and feel you harden once again so we can and do it some more.

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."

 She walked through the party and every guy she walked past seem to start or whistle or try to make a pass at her. Dj stood in the kitchen staring out into the party until he saw Hannah wading through the group of people. He then walked out to meet her. Embarrassed Hannah walked outside onto the small room sized balcony of the 18th floor apartment. Dj followed her out closing the door and locking it behind him and shuting the curtains on the door so noone could see out the door.

"I feel like suck an idiot I knew I shouldn't have worn this I feel ridiculous." Hannah said.

 " Oh but baby you look so sexy" Dj said

"I wanted to look sexy for you not for everybody to be staring at me." Hannah said

"You do look sexy and just for me too." Dj said walking up to Hannah wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on different places on her neck.

"Mmm that feels good baby but stop not now you have a party full of people."

"They won't miss me I won't be gone too long and somebody wants to see you."  he said grinding his 8in dick in against her ass cheeks.

"Ugh I want to see him too, ok lets go to your room." she said in between soft moans

"No babe I can't wait" Dj said massaging her breasts over her shirt with his left hand and rubbing her pussy lips through her panties. Her moans began to come faster and louder.

Hannah reached her arm behind her and began to rub his hard dick through his pants. He rubbing faster and harder, her pussy getting wetter and wetter soaking her panties. He slid her hand into her panties and began to slide his index and middle fingers in and out of her tight soaking wet pussy while playing with her clit with his ring and pinky fingers. His other hand slid her bra up and began to play with exposed breasts pinching her rock hard nipples.  She unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick wrapping her hand around it and stroking it up and down. The feeling got so overwhelming that his fingers began to slow as he stopped to enjoy it

"no don't stop baby mmm please dont stop" she said biting her bottom lip tryin to contain her moans .

He snapped back to reality and returned his fingers giving his attention back to her pussy. She let out one last loud moan before she rode one of the best orgasms she's ever had as it shook through her. Dj slid his fingers in her mouth and she sucked her juices off of it. Then he slid her panties down and leaned her forward and held her waist before he eased his dick into her dripping wet pussy.  She couldn't help but moan as he began to slowly slide his dick in and out slowly picking up speed. Making her moan louder and louder until she  came all over his dick.

"Mm stick in my ass D." 

 He got on his knees behind her and slid his finger in her pussy getting them wet before sliding them in her ass. He licked her pussy while sliding his fingers in and out of her ass then he ran his tongue up and replaced his fingers wit his tongue getting her ass really wet. He then ran his tongue up her back  sucking on her neck again before  he placed his dick at the entrance of her ass then eased it in real slow causing her to bite her bottom lip harder as half of his dick slid into her ass stopping to let her get use to it, then he continues to move it in farther until the whole length of his cock is inside of her. He slides his dick slowly in and out of her ass before moving it faster and faster making her throw her head back and moan loud. He felt like he was on the edge of exploding.

"I'm about to cum baby."

"Cum in my ass D."

He pushed his dick as deep in her ass as it would go before pumping her ass full of his hot cum. Then pulled out and Hannah turned around and got on her knees and began to suck out any trace of sperm left. She kept sucking until his cock return back to full length and hard as a brick. He then laid her down on a chair on the balcony and began to slide his tongue in and out of her pussy and sucked on her clit making her scream. He kissed his way up to her breasts and began to suck on then as he ground the length of his cock against her pussy lips then he began to pound his dick in and out of her pussy. She moaned so loud she nearly lost her voice and she was coming up onto her 4th orgasm

"I'm gonna cum" they both said in unison 

"Im cumming"  Hannah said as her pussy squeezed the cum out of Dj's dick making him shoot his hot cum into her waiting pussy. They lay there kissing, Dj's cock going soft in Hannah's pussy. He brushed her soft brrown hair out of her face and looking into her eyes.

"See that wasn't so bad was it."

"Mm no babe it was amazing."

"good cuz i wanna go again."

"not until the next party sweetie."

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  around 1:00 mud points out this chic on the dance floor, she is bout 5'6",140,nice perky rack, and her shape is almost out of a zz topp song (36" 22" 36"). after watching her shake her lucious booty alone for the rest of the song, she comes to the bar, luckily right next to me. i say hi, to break the ice, and bought her a drink.

we sat and talked for a few hours. i learned that she was just looking for friends. so (for the first time) i did not try to work her. she had lemonade only while i proceded to get fairly ripped on budweiser and tequilla without chaser. when the club closed, i offered to buy her breakfast if she would drive me to my car aftwards. she accepted, and we went to this greasy spoon down the road. not many places to eat in the middle of nowhere at 3:00 am. we ate like it was our last time, and talked for a while. the entire time i never came onto her at all. we were getting a little tired so she drove me back to my van in the club parking lot.

  when we arrived i was still really sloshed. planning on sleeping in my van alone i turned to her to say goodnight, when i noticed somehow she was no longer wearing her pants. i must have dosed off to have missed that (they were exxxtreamly tight). she was stroking her toatally bald pussy and starting to breath heavy. myself in a moment of suprise almost blanked untill she grabbed my hand and slid it down to her crotch. i started to speak, when she said "i like it very forcefull. dont talk, just fuck like you are rapeing me"

  i had heard about freaky chics like this before. and instantly, with one hand full of hair and her throat in the other drug her out of the passenger door to behind the bushes. she fought like her life depended on it. she was kicking and screaming as i pinned her down on the ground face first. i ripped her shirt off and used it to gag her, then her bra to tie her hands behind her back. i then rolled her over as she kicked me right in the jaw. looking at her in shock i heard her muffled voice mutter "rough you pussy". it was on!

now i knew wat the game was

  i wasted no time taking back control by force, dodging her next kick and using it to my advantage.  i grabbed her leg as i stood violently stepping on her other as i removed my belt.  she put up a hard fight as i fumbled to get it around her ankle. again she mumble  " you pussy" moving her legg to the side i bitch slapped the hell out of her. she then laughed and muttered dont hold back you bitch, and kicked harder.  before i could stop i slugged her right in the eye. knocked her out cold for about 45 seconds, justlong enough to have her hogtied.

   the first sound she made when she came to was "yes baby dont hold back choke me" ignoring her i drug her to the side of my van across the gravel lot, every few steps slapping her ass and head. i opened the door and threw her in so hard, she hit her head on the other side and lost conciousness again.  seizing the opportunity, she woke as i forced all 10" inside her cunt fast and hard. she squeeled and bucked as i grabbed a piece of rope and worked it around her neck. she broke her leggs loose but to no help as by that time i was fucking and chocking her with all i had.

   she came to and came all at the same time. her pussy clinched so hard i thought it bit my dick off. when it relaxed i felt her juices run out around my fast thrusting cock quickly traveling across the floor to my feet.

  after repeating this chain of events for almost an hour, i let my jizz fly. i felt my cock pulse at least 30 times as she muttered "not in there pull it out it burns" her voice said one thing, but her pussy said "give it all and more"

  between exausted and still drunk i passed out right on top of her.

the next morning when i woke she was lying next to me, still tied and gaged. i untied her, and offered to take her to breakfast again. she accepted.

  as we entered the same diner as earlier i had a busted lip dried blood on my face and her with a huge (rocky balboa) shiner dried blood on her nose and lip busted and limping bowlegged, we had a couple of cups of coffee.  she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye "that was what i have been looking for. i really needed that"

  as i got her back to her car, she gave me a folded up piece of paper and told me to wait till she was gone to read it. with a kiss and a big smile she drove off.

  as soon as she was out of sight, i unfolded the page. inside was a key.  the note said simply "use your imagination. suprise me!" followed by an address.

             my first story.

                        all true no shit

It had been a few months. Her tits were high and mighty once again and her confidence had returned because of all the men (especially male students) who tried to hit on her every day.

None of them sparked her interest except for one. He was one of the men who worked out with her at the gym.

He was tall and bald and very muscular. His eyes were sexy and he reeked of sex appeal. His name was Chris. She’d met him shortly after she’d started lifting weights.

She wasn’t sure which exercises were good for developing the pectoral muscle. She asked Chris because his pecs were huge.

He took one look at her tits and started cracking jokes about how hard it would be for her to get through the door if her chest got any bigger. She explained why she needed to work that part of her body and that’s when the compliments and flirting started.

They’d been doing it ever since, but Sara was really disappointed that flirting was all they seemed to do. Chris never made a move on her, never asked for a phone number, never asked her out on a date. She made it obvious that she would accept but still no luck.

Lately they had spent a lot of time talking about sex, wild places that they’d had sex, in particular. Chris had the most interesting stories. He’d had sex on beaches, public rest rooms, parking lots, in his backyard, and he once tried to fuck an 18 year old girl on a school bus, but she was too chicken to go through with it.

The wildest thing Sara had done was give her ex-boyfriend a blowjob in a parking lot after they’d gone to a pro basketball game. Listening to Chris’s stories and seeing the joy in his eyes as he told them made Sara more curious to try something daring.

On her lunch break she took the elevator to the top floor. The gym was empty, and since this gym was in a 5-star hotel, there was no need for an attendant. She slipped into the men’s locker room put her workout clothes in a locker.

It was Tuesday, the slowest day of the week at the gym. Normally there would be Sara, Chris, and maybe two other people at this time, but it was still totally empty when she got off work, which was good for her.

Her stomach was flipping in knots as she walked into the men’s locker room for the second time that day. She was nervous, but extremely excited and horny as hell.

The room smelled of sweat. Normally she would have found this scent to be repulsive, but tonight it was turning her on.

She opened the locker door and reached for her workout clothes. Instead of getting those, she took out the bathing suit that she was going to use for swimming after she’d finished working out. It was better suited for her mission tonight.

She removed her boots and lifted her shirt over her head, and out spilled her enormous DDD tits. She took her pants off next, which left her sitting completely naked in the men’s locker room.

Her heart was pounding really hard now. Her hands were shaking badly. For a brief moment she started having doubts about whether or not to see this thing through.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard shoes scraping the floor and then a shadow stopped next to her. Sara looked up and saw a pair of the widest eyes that she had ever seen in her life.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked.

Chris said, “Well, this is the men’s locker room. What are you doing in here?”

He wasn’t making much of an effort not to gawk at Sara’s tits, which was a good sign, but it made her feel a little awkward so she covered them as best she could with her arms.

“Oh,” she said, “I don’t really know my way around here yet.”

“Do you even know your way to the weight room?” asked Chris. “Are you gonna go work out?”

“Uh, yeah, as soon as I get my clothes on.” She uncovered her breasts and picked up her clothes.

For the first time, Chris looked away, but it was only briefly. “Okay, well you put your clothes on and I’ll wait right here to make sure nobody else comes in.”

He put the dumbbell down and stood with his back to her at the door. Sara was a bombshell. He already knew she had a nice build, but now that he’d seen her naked he knew he had to have her.

And now that he thought about it, she didn’t seem too concerned with having her body on display in front of him. Sometimes it even seemed like she was moving her clothes out of the way so he could get a better view.

Looking back on it even more, she didn’t seem very embarrassed like a woman who had been put in that situation would. She smiled at him a lot—with her mouth and her eyes—during their whole conversation.

Maybe she’d planned it, thought Chris.

After all, she had been flirting with him for the past few months. And the only reason he didn’t make a move on her was because he figured a woman who looked that good would be too high-maintenance to go for someone who drove a school bus for a living.

But what if she was trying to seduce him? What if she was serious about him? What if she really liked him and wanted to make their friendship into something sexual? What if—hmmm?

He looked over his shoulder to get another peek at her. There was a brief moment of eye contact before Sara turned her head trying to pretend she didn’t know he was watching. It seemed like she was trying to hold back a smile.

Chris flirted with her and she flirted back, but he was lost in deep thought as they walked into the weight room. Luckily it was still completely void of human life other than them.

Chris sat at the exercise bike and started pedaling. Sara walked past him, sat at the bench press machine, and started lifting.

Chris was really confused. There were so many things about the last few minutes that were so out of the ordinary. And now that he thought of it, there was something about Sara at the very moment that was out of the ordinary too, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“What are you ganna be working today?”

“I’m gonna work my pecs,” she answered and smiled.

“From what I saw when I walked into the locker room, I’d say you’re alright there.”

Her smile grew wider and she stuck out her chest as she lifted the weights into the air. She replied to his compliment but Chris couldn’t hear it too well. Sara was very sexy and there was something about the way she was pumping iron in her skimpy swim suit that was getting him really excited.

That’s when it hit him. It was the swim suit. Sara never lifted weights in her swim suit. She usually wore jogging pants and a T-shirt.

He watched a few seconds longer, his cock slowly beginning to slide down his leg as he watched her enormous tits heaving in and out. He still had his doubts, but now he was almost sure that Sara was trying to seduce him.

“How have your workouts been coming along?” he asked.

“I don’t know. My workouts have been kind of stale lately. Do you think you could give me a few pointers?”

He got off the bike and approached her. He gave her a tip on how to improve her form to maximize the results of each lift. He talked about the way she clenched her jaws when she lifted and how it shifted energy to wrong place.

She stopped lifting as he spoke. She was sitting with her hands over her chest as if surprised that something so simple could affect her workout.

Chris was feeling tingly. Sara looked so pretty in that pose, but it wasn’t just that. It was everything.

It was the tight swim suit that barely covered anything. It was the months that they’d spent flirting with each other. It was the thought of fucking her like a whore in the middle of the weight room. It was the possibility that fucking her in the weight room was probably what she wanted. Above all else, it was the fact that he’d seen her naked and he couldn’t—for the life of him—get that vision out of his head. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

Chris started breathing so hard that he was almost hyperventilating. He was more nervous now than he had ever been in his life. He’d never done anything this bold, but all the signs were there so he had to try and just live with the consequences if his assumption was wrong.

“There’s a limit,” he said, pretending to be referring to the limits of exercise.

“What’s that?” asked Sara.

He felt a queasy feeling in his stomach that was followed by an intense rush of excitement. He looked around to make sure no one had entered the gym.

Then, with one swift movement, he reached into his jogging pants and pulled out a throbbing, rock-hard dick and put it in front of Sara’s mouth.

She still had that rye smile on her face, but she was really surprised. She was hoping to get him to come home with her later on. She had no idea that he was going to do this.

Her first thought was to tell him to put it away. They were in a weight room with glass walls. Even if no one came to work out, somebody could walk past on their way somewhere else. It was too risky to try something here.

She started joking as if she was really going to do something with it, like she was really dumb enough to believe that sucking a dick would improve her work out.

When she was done joking, she opened her mouth to tell him to put it away, but the thrill of getting caught had taken control of her body. Instead of saying anything, she leaned forward, opened her mouth a lot wider, and closed it around his meaty cock head.

Chris twitched as sheer shock and ecstasy raced through his body. He gasped as he felt her soft lips gliding over his shaft, getting it nice and wet with her tongue.

He ran his fingers through her blonde hair as she cupped his balls and fed more of his penis into her mouth. She started sucking faster and harder. Chris closed his eyes and held onto the wall for dear life.

She started twisting her head with every rise and fall of her head. She pulled his cock free of her jaws, licked the sensitive underside, and wiggled her tongue across the head. Then she stuffed him deep in her mouth, so deep that she felt the cock head yielding to the muscles in the back of her throat.

“Ohhh!” Chris moaned, but just a shade above a whisper. He didn’t want to add to the risk of getting caught by screaming out loud. Instead, he distracted himself by keeping an eye on the glass walls for anyone who might be walking by.

Sara started licking the bottom of his cock every time she went down on him. The slurping was louder too. Chris fought off the urge to scream again and started humping her face with a handful of hair in his palms.

Sara’s pussy was oozing. She was so horny. It was better than she could have ever dreamed. She pulled her tits out of the bathing suit and let them hang as she covered Chris’s dick in her saliva.

Chris took a step back. He glanced at the wall to make sure it was still okay. It was, so he motioned for Sara to follow him to a weight bench where he lay down with his dick pointed happily to the ceiling.

Sara arched her back and eased her swollen pussy lips over his hot cock. They were both completely naked now.

They didn’t care about getting caught anymore There was a part of them that wanted somebody to see what was going on. Sara liked having her body on display and Chris was getting off on how horny she was acting because of it.

She was riding him in the reverse cowgirl position, Sara’s favorite. From this angle, Chris had the perfect view of his cock squeezing in and out of her tight cunt. It felt so good, so warm and wet.

He lifted her off his cock and bent her over the weight bench. He crouched in behind her and slipped his cock inside her. Her ass was cute, but small, and since Chris’s dick was so huge, it was like he had an unimpeded path to the pussy.

“Ohhh!” moaned Sara as she felt him enter her hot nest. He’d back out of her until nothing was left but the head, then stuff his love tool to the hilt back up in her.

The pace was quickening. The moans the smacking of the hips was getting louder. Her tits and hair swayed with every thrust.

She was doing a good job of keeping quiet until Chris started eating her pussy. Chris was sucking fiercely on her clit while he fucked her with his fingers.

She was lying flat on the bench, which put her at a better angle to see the door than any of the other positions. Her eyes were closed most of the time, but every now and then she’d open them and look at the glass walls imagining someone seeing her getting fucked like a cheap whore. It sent a rush of tingles through her pussy that sent her over the edge.

“Oh, yeah! Oh…oh, oh!” she screamed as cunt juice spurt into Chris’s mouth.

He opened her legs and stepped between them. His cock was dying to cum. He needed to cum, plus they’d been there way too long. Normally when he did things like this, they did it in one position and they rushed it along. Their chances of getting caught was getting better with every minute that ticked by.

He looked her body over. She looked damn good. How could anyone have tits that big? It didn’t seem possible.

He felt his cock jump as he placed the head on Sara’s hole and pushed. She was slippery now. The pussy licking had moistened her up considerably, but she had that same tight squeeze that was bringing him closer to popping his load.

Her huge tits were flopping like fun bags and she was staring at him with a passionate grimace on her face, her teeth clenched tight enough to bite through wood.

She spread a little wider, giving him deeper penetration into her tight snatch. He kept looking at her breasts and the disoriented facial expression etched on her slutty face.

“Fuck my pussy,” she whispered.

He felt an orgasm building in his loins. He pumped her tender cunt faster. His cock was burning as cum started making its way up his shaft.

“Aw…oh!” groaned Chris.

He pulled his cock out of her twat. He didn’t ask if it was okay to cum in her mouth. She was getting it whether she wanted it or not.

To his delight, Sara opened her mouth and lapped greedily at every sticky drop of nut that sprang from his cock. Some of it landed in her mouth, but a large portion of it landed on her cheek and dripped down the side of her face.

Sara smiled as she savored it’s bland, salty taste and tossed it around in her mouth with her tongue before she opened her throat muscles and let it seep into her stomach.

Mmmmm, she thought.

There’s nothing better than a protein shake after a hard workout.

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I guided her to the back seat of my car and took down my pants as soon as I closed the door. I held my rock hard seven inches in my hand and said, "Suck it, bitch."

She dove right for it and swallowed it to the hilt. I felt her throat constrict around the shaft of my cock and bob up and down, actually fucking her throat with my cock. I nearly popped right then and there. I thought of a toothless old lady blowing me kisses and almost lost my erection. She squeezed my balls in her left hand and kneaded them lovingly, coaxing as much cum out of them as she could.

She kept using my cock to fuck her throat when she finally came up for air. She gasped and took in large gulps of air, a string of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. She smiled and grasped my hardon in her hand and stroked its full length in a corkscrew motion that was driving me insane.

My cock disappeared into her mouth again as she stroked and sucked in an increasingly faster rhythm. Up, turn, down, suck. . .  She kept squeezing my balls all the while and I could hold back no longer.

She sensed I was ready and locked her lips around my cock and stroked and sucked and stroked until I could feel my load making its way into her mouth. I came so hard I thought she would gag on the power and volume of my sperm. She guzzled my cum down her throat like a greedy fucking dog and didn't stop until my cock was flacid from expelling about ten strong jets of cum into her throat.

She layed back and was gasping for breath, shivering as she had cum as well by giving me a blowjob. I knew I had to keep her around, and I did. She looked at me and said, "HI, I'm Gina. Nice to blow ya."

I laughed and took her back inside the bar for a few drinks before I took her into the bathroom for an encore. She was more than willing too, shoving me into an empty stall and dropping my pants before i had a chance to think. My cock was hard and in her warm mouth instantly. She flicked her tongue while sucking the head between those red blowjob lips. Around and around the head, then plunging my cock deep into her throat, again and again.

There was no hesitation, my balls blasted a load of salty sweet cum into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned and played with her pussy through her shorts. She had obviously cum again herself. She was the first woman I ever met that could orgasm while giving a guy head.

The door to the restroom squeaked open and I stiffened up. Gina stood up and looked me in the eye and asked, " Wanna watch me suck this guys cock?"

"What guy," I asked.

"Whoever's using the john. I don't care," she smiled and exited the stall and walked toward the unsuspecting drunk taking a piss.

I poked my head out of the stall and saw her squat down next to the guy taking a piss and reached out for his still pissing cock. She held it until he was done and stroked the last drops of piss from his dick and started to suck his cock. He wasn't real big, but had a huge set of balls and Gina caressed them like her personal play things.

It wasn't long before he came into her mouth, but she couldn't swallow all the cum from those big balls and let the excess fall out of the corners of her mouth. He shook and spasmed as he finished ejaculating in this gorgeous strangers mouth. Gina placed the quickly shrinking penis back into its place and zipped him up. Gently she patted his crotch and stood up in front of him.

"Thanks," she said and looked toward me. "Well, you gonna buy me a drink before you kiss me again or what?"

I smiled and said, "Sure thing, Gina." I held  the door open and she sauntered out gathering the attention from everyone close to the restroom. The men ogled and the women looked shocked with a hint of jealousy in their eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bar with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. I was going to have fun with her.

PART 2 - My Blowjob Queen
Gina and I have sex in some crazy places in the next installment of, 'My Blowjob Queen'.