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From: jibsheet26@hotmail.com (Jib)
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NNTP-Posting-Date: 15 Jul 2002 03:29:21 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Road Trip, 1  (MMF, exhib, quickie/bj)
Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 06:10:04 -0400
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Road Trip - 1
by Jibsheet

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Author Note: A quickie! Sometimes, it's better that way......
Comments: jibsheet26@hotmail.com
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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---

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