Message-ID: <37323asstr$1026727804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: jibsheet26@hotmail.com (Jib) X-Original-Message-ID: <424ddf57.0207141929.609e0396@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 15 Jul 2002 03:29:21 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Jul 2002 20:29:20 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Road Trip, 1 (MMF, exhib, quickie/bj) Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 06:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37323> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Road Trip - 1 by Jibsheet -------- Author Note: A quickie! Sometimes, it's better that way...... Comments: jibsheet26@hotmail.com --------- The rush of wind around the car slows as I pull of the interstate. Lazily, you begin to button up your dress, covering your naked body with the sheer fabric. With a sexy laugh, you slide the dripping dildo out of your cunt, and put it on the console between us. I pull into the convenience store parking lot, and we get out. "God, I might as well stay naked!" You exclaim, as you see your reflection in the windows - when the light hits you just right, the sheer fabric seems to vanish, leaving your body completely on display. In the store, we head for the coolers. You find your drink right away - I'm still hunting for mine when you nudge me. "Oooooo.....THAT one's kinda cute!" You are looking over at the registers, where the two sales clerks stand waiting. I see the "cute one" looking at you, giving you a small sexy smile. It's obvious he likes what he sees! "You don't want that," I say, pointing at your drink. "How about......" I take your arm, and guide you to another cooler door - this one directly down the aisle from the cute clerk, giving him an unobstructed view. "How about one of those!" I point to a row of cans on the very bottom of the cooler, with an evil smile on my face. "mmmmmmmm, yessssssss!" You return my smile, catching on to my game. I pull the cooler door open for you. Bending over, you reach slowly for a can on the bottom shelf. Your short skirt rides up your legs in back, as we both knew it would. I "help" you get the can, putting my hand on your ass and pulling the fabric up just a little higher. Another inch or two, and he'd be looking at your cunt. "Is he looking?" you whisper. "Yes! Now unbutton your top a little before we go pay!" I order. We gather our drinks, and stop for a bag of chips while you undo two buttons. At the counter, you lean forward on your arms, pretending to look at the display of magazines behind it. Your dress gapes open, and from his position, he can see your breasts, see that you're naked beneath the dress....He's less than subtle about looking....moving over to reach beneath the counter for a roll of change, taking his time and obviously enjoying the view. "Take these out to the car, would you baby?" I hand the drinks to you. "I forgot, I need something else." As you walk along the windows outside, you look back in, and see me in conversation with the clerk. When I drop back into the driver's seat, you've already undone several more buttons. I can tell you're eager to resume the sexy games we'd been playing along the interstate! I back out, but instead of turning back for the highway, I pull out and around the building. "Where are we going?" you ask. My only answer is an evil grin. I turn in again, behind the store, pulling up near the back door. Tall hedges screen this little lot on two sides, and the view of the street is cut off by a large pile of empty soda and milk cases. "What....?" You turn to me. "Be quiet! First, roll your window down. Good. Now unbutton your dress the rest of the way." You recognize my tone of voice...the tone that says a new game is about to begin...and you smile, anxious to find out how I intend to use you. We sit quietly for a minute or two, then the door opens, and the cute clerk comes out. He sees our little car, and comes straight to your window. Bending he looks in...his eyes immediately drawn to your open dress. You gasp as I reach across and pull the dress open...suddenly you know this won't be a subtle, long game...this one will be hard and fast, the kind that leaves you feeling like the slut you ache to be. The clerk reaches in, seizing a breast in his hand. You groan as he raises it, his fingers pinching and twisting at your nipple. Your body responds, and you feel the wetness growing between your legs. Suddenly he drops your breast and stands, his hands going to the zipper on his jeans. From our viewpoint, in your little car, his crotch is lined up with the window; his face is out of sight above the convertible top. We both watch as he slides the zipper open, and struggles to pull out his stiffening cock. It's good sized...not as big as the ones you like to fuck so much, but not bad either! The clerk steps forward, thrusting his cock in the window opening towards you. I seize your hair, and turn you to look at me. "The name of this game, my slut, is get him off. Get him off in your mouth, just as fast as you can. Do it!" "Ohmygod! Yessssssssssss!" Turning you reach up with your hands, encircling his cock. A few small strokes bring it to full erection, and we hear a groan from outside the car! You slide over close to the window, and stroke his cock along your cheek, looking sideways at me as you do so. Pre-cum is already leaking from the head of his cock....it's obvious he's excited and your orders will be easy to carry out! "Like this, master?" You alternate your words with licking at his cock. "Does my master want to see his slut service this cock?" You already know my answer, and I confirm it by seizing your hair again, using my leverage to force your mouth down onto his cock. "Do it now, my slut. Get him off!" With a moan, you seize his cock with one hand, and slide him deep into your mouth. Your free hand drops to between your legs, you fingers seeking out your clit. The clerk arches his hips, driving his cock deeper into your mouth, and you move.....quickly, your cock-filled hand begins to stroke him hard, matching the speed of your flicking fingers on your clit. Your head bobs as you slide your mouth up and down, taking him as deep as you can on each stroke. The car rocks with your movements, and I enjoy your muffled moans of pleasure. "Oh god......lady.........ohfuck!" the clerk is groaning, his hips arching towards the car as he feels the cum rising in his body. You suck harder...both your hands moving faster, YOUR hips rising to match the clerks. Neither of you will last long at this rate! "ohfuck.....here!......take my cum, you slut!!" The clerk cries out, and I watch as you drive your hand down to the base of his cock, your cheeks swelling with his pulsing cock. You pull your mouth back until just the head of his cock is resting on your tongue, and I can see his shaft pulsing as he fills your mouth. "ohhhhhhhhgod..........Baby!" You suddenly scream, falling back onto the seat as your orgasm washes over you. Thrusting your fingers deep into your cunt, your hips snap up....As you fall back, the clerk's cock jerks again, and a pulse of hot white cum splashes across your breasts. I twist the key, drop the car in reverse and back out as the clerk jumps back, his hands going to his still twitching cock to finish the pleasure you have given him. As I turn on to the highway ramp, you sigh....running your finger lazily through the trail of cum on your breasts. "Thank you, Master!" ---end--- -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+