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Subject: {ASSM} Pit Stop (MF, ws, cons)
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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may 
not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or 
location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your 
jurisdiction and act accordingly.

This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real 
persons or events are purely coincidental.

Copyright (C) 2002 Dancing Sprite. All rights reserved.

Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the 
Internet, provided
(a) you do not make any modifications to the story
(b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the
    author's email address
(c) you do not charge readers to access this story
(d) you send me an email and tell me where you posted it

Feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know 
what you think about this story. To contact me, send your email 
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Pit Stop

by Dancing Sprite <dancing.sprite@gmx.net>


The attendant was immediately alarmed when he saw the little red 
convertible racing down the road and entering the gas station at 
significantly more than the posted speed limit of 10 mph. He 
gripped his broom like it might protect him from the speeding 
vehicle, took three quick steps towards the raised concrete 
island that housed the station's three pumps, and disappeared 
behind the center pillar. Chick will kill herself if she always 
drives like that, he thought, hoping she wouldn't slam into one 
of the pumps.

She didn't. She brought her car to a screeching halt halfway 
between the pumps and the little convenience store, pulled the 
keys from the ignition, and jumped out.

"Where's the ladies' room?" she almost screamed at the attendant.

Still busy getting his heartbeat under control, he just stared at 
her. What a chick, he thought. Way too pretty to die in a car 
wreck.

"Where's the ladies' room?" she repeated. This time she did 
scream.

"In the store. Blue door on the right," he finally managed and 
pointed at the entrance.

She took off like a bullet and rushed into the store. Please, 
Lord, she prayed silently, please don't let me pee in my panties 
in a convenience store. Please, just two minutes more. 90 seconds 
if you will. Please!

There! The blue door. She ripped it open and glanced at the signs 
on the opposite wall. Ladies to the right, men . . . Whatever. 
She turned right, ran down the short corridor and pushed the door 
to the ladies room so hard it crashed into the wall.

The janitor sweeping the floor stopped his mop in mid-sweep and 
stared at her.

"Excuse me, I need to . . . Excuse me!" She shoved him out of the 
way, turned, and backed up against the toilet. "Excuse me!" she 
said again, hoping he'd get the hell out of the room. Ten 
seconds, Lord, please!

She yanked her skirt up and began to squat down. The moment she 
slipped her hands under the waistband of her panties, she knew 
the Lord had refused her that last extension. Her time was up. 
Just as she began to push her panties down her thighs, the 
floodgates opened, no longer under her control. A thick stream of 
pale yellow fluid shot out of her pussy and into her panties. 
Then, as she pushed them farther down, the stream hit the floor, 
where it gathered into a puddle between her and the janitor's 
feet.

Her thighs finally landed on the seat and the stream went where 
it was supposed to go. The girl's relief turned into 
embarrassment as she remembered the janitor's presence. Her eyes 
wandered from the puddle on the floor up the guy's legs, rested 
briefly on the bulge in his crotch, then continued up his chest 
until she finally found the strength to meet his eyes.

"You pissed on the floor!" he complained, still undecided whether 
he wanted to be mad at her or turned on.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay!"

"Now I have to sweep the floor all over again!"

"Hey, I said I was sorry, okay? You should have moved out of my 
way."

"What?! Now it's my fault?"

"No, it's not your fault. Not entirely, at least." Her eyes 
wandered back to his crotch. The bulge was still there. Even 
bigger than before. "Say, you enjoy watching me pee?"

"No, I don't. I . . ." Then it dawned on him that the evidence to 
the contrary was right in front of her eyes. "Yeah, kind of. I 
never watched a girl piss before."

"Funny, I've never watched a man pee." She seemed lost in thought 
for a moment. "Why don't you pee too and let me watch?"

He just stared at her.

"Come on, I want to watch you pee. Tit for tat!" She leaned 
forward and pulled down his sweatpants and boxer shorts before he 
could reach out and stop her. "Wow, that's a nice dick! How long 
is it?"

"What the fuck are you doing? You can't . . ."

"I just did," she grinned mischievously at him. "Now pee for me!" 
She slid back on the seat, kicked off her soiled panties, and 
spread her thighs wide. "Just don't pee on my legs."

"I can't. I'm too hard. I can't piss like this."

She dimly remembered something from biology class. When men had 
an erection, some kind of muscle kicked in and prevented . . . 
What the heck. If he needed to get rid of his erection first, 
she'd suck him off. No big deal. She really wanted to see him pee 
now.

She leaned forward again, grabbed his dick, and pulled him 
closer. Must be seven inches at least, she thought, maybe seven 
and a half. "How long is it?" she asked again.

"Never measured it. You really want to blow me? Here?"

"Sure, why not? You said you couldn't pee if you had an erection, 
didn't you?"

"Jesus H. Christ," he sighed when she wrapped her lips around his 
dick. He looked down and watched in amazement as the first two 
inches of his dick disappeared between her pale pink lips. She 
was really doing it, sucking him off in the ladies' room! His 
buddies would never believe this!

He felt her tongue dancing around his dick while she slid her 
mouth slowly back and forth and her right hand massaged the 
exposed shaft expertly. Soon enough his breath came out in ragged 
gasps and he knew he wouldn't last long.

Despite her intention to suck the guy off quickly and move on to 
the peeing part, her own lust arose quickly. She moved her free 
hand to her pussy and rubbed her engorged clit vigorously, at the 
same time easing up on his dick to give herself more time to 
reach a climax of her own.

But he wouldn't let her. As soon as he felt her efforts 
slackening, he took her head in both hands and began to fuck her 
mouth gently but firmly. Before she could do anything about it, 
she felt his dick expanding slightly and knew he was about to 
come. Frustrated as she was at not being able to come herself, 
she still wanted her lover to enjoy it. She let all but the head 
slip out of her mouth, sucked hard, and stabbed at his piss hole 
with her tongue.

He came instantly. With his hands still holding her head, he 
managed to keep his dick between her lips and flooded her mouth 
with his cum. She sucked greedily, swallowing each spurt as soon 
as it landed on her tongue. She would have loved to keep it in 
her mouth for a while and savor the taste, but was afraid that 
something might leak out and soil her blouse.

When his hips finally stopped jerking back and forth and his dick 
deflated, she let it slip out of her mouth. She slid back on the 
toilet's seat and spread her legs wide again. "Now pee," she 
demanded.

The janitor stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Come on, pee!" she repeated. "You said you couldn't pee when 
you're hard. You're not hard anymore. Now do it! I want to watch 
you pee!"

To the best of his knowledge, nobody except his mom had ever 
watched him piss, and that was a long, long time ago. He was 
clearly uncomfortable, but after that super blowjob he just got, 
he felt he couldn't refuse her. He took careful aim so he 
wouldn't piss on her belly or her legs accidentally.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said when he finally 
started. She smiled and watched intently as his piss shot out of 
his dick and hit the bowl just inches in front of her.

After a few seconds, her interest faded. Her curiosity satisfied, 
she wondered what watersports aficionados found so exiting about 
it. Okay, probably they did more than just watch, but that wasn't 
her cup of tea. Cum on her skin, or pussy juice--anytime, but 
pee? Yuck! No way!

To her surprise, his dick began to grow again. Slowly, but 
noticeably. When the stream diminished and finally stopped 
altogether, the last drop still clinging to his piss hole, he was 
clearly on the way to another erection.

"Satisfied now?" he asked gruffly, not aware of the double 
entendre of his words. He gave his dick a gentle shake that made 
the drop fall to the floor.

"Not quiet. I haven't come yet," she said and stood up. She took 
his dick out of his hand and tugged at it lightly. "It can get 
hard again, can't it?"

It did. Pleased with her handiwork, the girl bunched her skirt up 
around her waist again, turned around and leaned against the 
wall, sticking her ass out at him. "What are you waiting for? 
Screw me!"

His fear of getting caught in the act flashed up briefly, but his 
desire to fuck this hot chick was stronger. He guided his dick to 
her pussy and pushed half of it into her with the first thrust of 
his hips.

"Yeah!" she screamed. "Deeper!"

"Keep the noise down, baby," he whispered urgently while he 
thrust forward again and buried the rest of his dick in her hot 
pussy.

"Yeah!" she screamed again, not quite as loud this time. "Fuck 
me!"

All fear of getting caught was forgotten when her pussy muscles 
tightened and enveloped his dick like a velvet glove. He grabbed 
her hips with both hands and fucked her fast and hard. Each time 
his hips slammed into her ass cheeks, he let out a hoarse groan, 
punctuated by the girl's almost continuous moans of pleasure.

Having come just a few minutes earlier definitely helped his 
self-control, but the thrill of fucking her in the ladies' room, 
where another customer could push the unlocked door open and 
surprise them any minute, soon got the better of him. He 
tightened his grip on her hips and slammed into her even harder, 
oblivious to the noise they were both making.

"I'm coming!" the girl suddenly shrieked and pushed her ass back, 
almost throwing him off balance. Her pussy muscles clamped down 
on his dick erratically and pushed him over the edge again. He 
shot his load deep into her and finally pulled his spent dick out 
of her pussy, coated with a mixture of her juices and his cum.

"Hand me some toilet paper." She was still breathing hard, but 
had regained enough of her composure to stand without leaning 
against the wall. Holding her skirt up around her waist with one 
hand, she quickly wiped the juices off her pussy and thighs.

"Babe, that was good," she said when she was finished and threw 
the soaking wad of paper on the floor. "I really got to run now."

"Wait! Your panties!" He bent down to pick them up, then stopped 
when he remembered that she had pissed into them.

"They're all wet! Just throw them away, or keep them--"

She straightened her skirt and made for the door, stopping 
briefly in front of the mirror to check her face for cum that 
might have escaped her mouth when she blew him. There was none. 
"See you around!" She waved cheerfully at him and disappeared out 
of the door.

The janitor just stood there, pants still down, limp dick 
dangling in front of him, and stared after her. His buddies would 
never believe this!


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Copyright (C) 2002 Dancing Sprite. All rights reserved.

Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the 
Internet, provided
(a) you do not make any modifications to the story
(b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the
    author's email address
(c) you do not charge readers to access this story
(d) you send me an email and tell me where you posted it

Feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know 
what you think about this story. To contact me, send your email 
to dancing.sprite@gmx.net
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