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Girls night out
        It was a great night.  The air was a bit heavy with humidity but the
breeze felt exhilarating on my skin and the sky was clear and deep.  There was
nothing special going on.  I was just going with a couple of girls from the
office to hear a band contest that one of our stock boys was in.  It might be a
bust but we had a good safe excuse to go out to a strange place where they
liked rock and roll and we could dress up.  I hadn't had a boyfriend for about
ten months.  I was tired of dealing with games and jealousies and selfishness,
both in him and in me.  I was safer away from life-threatening passions and
possessive male egos.  I just wasn't good enough I guess, or I was too
demanding to let something really wonderful in my love life take root.
        Anyway, I was feeling very alive.  My body was a bit tight this time
of month and I kind of wanted to feel my skin hugged by my spandex leopard
look dress.  The belt felt perfect just resting on the swell of my hips and my
ass and tits looked perfect from my mirror silhouette.  I had a naturally
great figure, but the exercising may have been helping to make my arms a bit
more shapely and my ass high and tight.  My nipples get hard in a heartbeat
when I feel like this and I am just loving myself tonight.
        Cheryl and Janet picked me up in Janet's Japanese sedan at ten
o'clock.  They noticed my body at the door.  They looked very different from
work too, with Cheryl in a little white miniskirt, ankle socks, and those
forever high heels and then Janet in an adorable denim halter and puffy skirt
that just came an inch or two below her stocking top at her ass.  They were
cute and fun looking.  But I sensed instantly when they scanned my front with
their eyes, that they saw a hot, gorgeous vision of feminine sexual energy
that surprised them.  They knew me as an x-ray technician intern in the office.
        We got to the club and heard the music while we parked.  We all got
out and pulled our skirts back down our legs.  I love garters but this dress
is so tight it is really not comfortable to know the lines show so clearly in
my leopard skin.  Janet talked about boys and I didn't have much to say about
how she would love to find a nice hunk tonight.  As we walked across the
parking lot, I saw the WSHE tower skewering up about 60 feet over a black van
from the radio station.  It looked like something a scientist would use to
artificially inseminate a cow only 1000 times the size.  I smiled to myself as
the bass of the music sort of hit my pulse and I felt a cool breeze cross my
chest.  I looked at my nipple which got hard and seemed to pull me forward.
Just like me to think of sex.  Hell, I was crazy about it, but this was just a
stupid antenna technical thing to make a radio work, and I think of
penetration!
       "That's a sticker that could satisfy Glenda," Cheryl said reminding me
that she was a bitter rival with the obvious Glenda for the affections of our
security chief, Dick at the office.
        The big fat guy at the door leered all over our bodies as he gallantly
drew open the red door where we had to pay five dollars each to get in.  As we
passed into the room, I saw the bandstand straight ahead and the bar down to
the left.  There were pool tables up each side to my right and left and tables
with mostly guys and a few girls sitting.  Clearly, we three were overdressed
as all the attention of dozens of men surged toward us.  I felt conspicuous
and led the girls to the bar where I saw two consecutive seats empty.  I
grabbed the seat and caught my breath as Janet connected with the barman.  I
slithered down a bit leaning my backside against the seat and let the music
flow into me.
       Janet ordered and I scanned the atmosphere and excitement.  The music
felt great and the lights and ceiling height had a scale to them that I could
feel in my lungs.  I sighed and noticed how many male eyes were at me when my
Remy arrived.  I felt adorable and lovable.  I don't know why, but when I
responded to a specific presence that I felt across the room, I saw eyes full
of hunger and awe avert from me to the stage.  He was moving nicely to the
beat and looked like a handsome, quality guy in a regular but wise way.
        Anyway, Janet said something about "Where's Bobby," our friend from
work and Cheryl started looking for him in the crowd.  I felt like dancing and
just couldn't keep still.  I was undulating my hips and the hell with who's
looking, I thought.  I'm a free agent, with friends, and a good reason to be
here and am entitled to be happy.  I felt his look again and again he
gentleman likely averted his eyes from my body after about three quarters of a
second when I caught him.  I could tell that he was liking my body when I
caught him.  I don't know why, but I could tell.
        He wasn't looking at Janet.  Or Cheryl.  He saw them, but he was
studying me, he was stripping and worshipping me like I was the most exciting
thing that he has ever seen.  Janet was gorgeous and her tan looked great. She
was so healthy, I was glad to have her as a friend.  Cheryl looked good, but
she was acting like the fat girl somehow.  Her body was slim and her face was
very pretty.  Hell, the outfit looked like the girl with legs in the ZZ Top
viddy, but she acted like a fat girl.  Maybe she was fat once and never got
the feeling that I got of health and erection and craving...  I don't know.
        Anyway, I sipped my drink and realized that it was almost all gone.
No one knew where Bobby was, but the kindly-looking stranger with the soulful
beat was now caressing his thigh to the beat like it was the small of my back
and the hot curve over which my gold link belt now rested.  I could see how
sensual he was.  His eyes were kind and his hands were elegant and artistic.
Like a musician....maybe he was a musician.  I wonder what it would feel like
to be plucked by those fingers, what a guitar or a viola felt like under the
subtlety of a virtuoso.
        Anyway, I hadn't been properly fucked in ages and I was just sick over
it.  Damn, why did that asshole have to ruin it!  We screwed so great, it was
a crime for him to get his damn ego up against mine when I was really no
better than him anyway.  Men!  I swear, if I could be fulfilled without sex,
I'd be terrific.  It was all just a trap anyway.  At least if you're an addict
like me, anyway.  Damn!  I had been addicted to sex and drugs and men and
booze and shopping and food and fashion and money and television and
cigarettes and everything.  There was no way to be happy when you are simply
an addict and depended on that rush all the time.  The cocaine had really
frightened me.  The friends that lost everything...  I who had completely lost
my self-respect and integrity over it.  I don't want to ever have to steal
from my friends or lie or turn a trick because of something more demanding
than orgasm again.
        Maybe sex was just as bad.  Worse!  Because it gets you tied up into
some other sick sex addict's need and then it gets complicated with kids and
checks and record albums and infidelity and all.  Joe was crazy to let our sex
stop happening.  He was the fix for my addiction and I was his too.  If we
could have only risen above the ego and forgiven ourselves for stupid selfish
fears.  I thought he wanted me to go to bed with Malcolm.  How was I to know
it would freak him out!  He's the one who brought it up.  I was perfectly
happy and I wanted nothing more from Malcolm than a hot time that would take
Joe and I into cosmic orgasm land.  It was so hot, I can feel the throbbing
right now still on my clit as I moved my five inch heels to the back beat of
the band.
        It was just at an unbelievable peak that Joe got frightened and lost
his hard-on and ruined the climax that we had worked so hard to reach.  I
could kill him, but then that was old business and gone.  God, if I could feel
a cock as nice as that again.  Once you've had it like that, it is never the
same.  I knew how horrible the craving for freebase had been.  How sexual
hunger of that kind of magnitude had to be bad for you, too.  It couldn't be
right to become so desperate for sex that you will do anything in order to
feel that rush again.
        The tall stranger was moving faster now.  He had been savoring my
thighs and my ass in it's high silhouette.  True, I was aware of his
attention, and I loved it.  He was a class guy who had good taste and I was,
after all, a wonderful girl.   He's moving toward me.  The seat alongside at
the bar is empty and he's targeting on it.  I better get myself together.
Focus on Cheryl.  Cheryl is flirting with Janet and about four guys over to
the left. I'll spin toward them...no, I'll stay on my feet, turn toward the
bar and not let the stranger get a hold of me.  What should I say?  He might
be the man for me, but, no, I always get caught in romantic never-never land,
when Cheryl is probably right and the best you can hope for is a good lay and
a nice home from a nice guy.  Passion is a trap.
        "Give the woman her pleasure."  His deep, confident voice said to the
barman.  I glanced and he was totally focused on me.  What a nice smile.  His
eyes were deep and crinkly.  He had a nice moustache and as he twinkled an eye
to me his tongue moistened a lip slowly.  "Have a drink, please, and show me
more." he said directly then. I flustered because his presence so closely had
given me the sort of feeling you get when you have taken too much vitamin B.
A niacin flush, I think it is,  but I hoped my skin hadn't turned red.  I
breathed deeply and smiled sweetly.
        "Ah.. no..  I don't think so.  Thank you anyway." I managed.  I turned
toward the girls and saw Janet leering at my admirer's midsection.  Cheryl was
looking up over her glass, through those long eyelashes at his face as her
tongue lashed at her White Russian.
        "Don't execute me too quickly, my love.  I am an innocent man."  He
reverberated in my ear gently, and I felt the hairs on my neck in his breeze.
        I opened my eyes tentatively to his and heard Janet say, "If there are
going to be any executions around here, I want to see who's HUNG!"  I flushed
red with embarrassment for real at her vulgarity.  Cheryl said, "Hanged", and
Janet retorted, "Hung!"  He smiled kindly at my upturned lashes and lips as I
nodded, "Ok, why not.  We're just here for the band contest."
        "Call me El Exigente and you are an extremely beautiful girl.  I'd see
you have every happiness,"  as the barman replaced my glass.
        My blood pressure surged a bit as this masculine being shook hands
with Cheryl and Janet and rested his hand around my elbow.  Cheryl and Janet
introduced themselves with smiles and lips and Janet talked about Cheryl
having gone to high school with her.
        "Thank you," I said and kind of relaxed a bit although his warm hand
seemed to have an effect on the inside of my elbow that moved through my
veins, into my chest and then, like an exploding roman candle, sending
impulses to my nipples, my clit, my asshole, and my temples.  I was cool.
        "I had begun to forget that there were women like you," El Exigente
said and somehow I knew that he was serious.
        "There are no women like her!" Cheryl blurted out as she tried to
break the communion that I was drawn into.
        "You're a librarian of some sort, aren't you?" he said to Cheryl and
she jumped up and down, saying, "Who are you?  How did you know that?"
        "I just got the feeling."
        "Feelings....whoa, whoa...feelings..." Janet broke into sarcastic song.
        "Yes, she's a librarian at our firm, and Janet here is..." He broke me
off with a slight squeeze of his hand and a finger to his lips.
        "Tell me nothing about you, that we cannot discover together as the
future unfolds," he said in such a loving way that I felt so excited and
anticipatory that it was a new feeling.  "Your past, like mine, has only
prepared you for the very next moment."
        It was corny, I guess and if it had been said in a movie to someone
else, I probably would've laughed out loud and spilled my soda, but it sounded
to me now with his eyes disrobing me and gently hefting the weight of my
delicate nipples like the most respectful, caring, liberating thought that a
man could have.
        His left hand came forward to my hip and gently flowed up my side to
the wasp of my waist where it lingered.
        He had some grey coming into his hair and he was dressed in jeans, a
tee-shirt and a bright yellow jacket.  He looked fine, but it wasn't his looks
(at least I don't think so) but his way of looking and hungering at my what
felt now so very ripe body.  I felt completely desireable and sexual.  And
alert.  God, if I could only rub my tits right this minute!
        "You're very charming," I said.  "Do you believe in 'moments'?" trying
to be cool.
        "I believe in you," he reassuringly purred "and the truth that lies in
your pure beauty.  The moment of your birth was a gift from Heaven."
        My heart got a tug.  I gulped.
        "Come with me now, and let's fulfill Nature's command performance."  I
felt that he was so clear and so free that it was meant to be so.
        "You know, you're an interested sort of guy,"  Janet said drawing his
attention toward herself.  "Have you got a hot LINE to heaven?" she sniffed as
if to ask if he had cocaine to snort but not that you could accuse her of
meaning that.
        "I am sort of a missionary and am committed to the path that seeks to
release its force,"  as he looked knowingly over Janet's high tits.  She
squirmed as she too felt his psychic caress on her erogenous tissue and I
swear I saw her nipples shiver and her thighs part.
        "What do you do?" she said.
        "Everything,"  he said with the gleemiest, cutest, warmest
conspiratorial grin at me while his hand caressed across to the small of my
back and a chill ran through my spine.
        "Let's dance," Janet said as she grabbed his wrist and moved to the
floor.
        I felt abandoned and empty suddenly as he moved away from me with
Janet.  He looked deeply in my eyes and I knew that he was mine.
        Cheryl broke my shock with her babbling about how he was a hot man.
How he could be great if he's rich and so on.  I kind of wanted to have his
attention again, but knew what trouble my lust had always created before.  It
was a monster within me that turned into a craven, voracious, mindless,
smutty, slutty, bitchy brat and left me all hung up and alone.
        As Janet and my El Exigente moved around the floor, I saw with what
rhythm he moved.  It was a slow dance and Janet's damn denim was pushed up in
the back by that petticoat thing pushed against El Exigente's thighs.  Her ass
was so nice and high and wiggling delectably by the reaction of a couple of
guys by the floor.  She had her face up in El Exigente's neck and was speaking
to him, I could see.  He held her around the waist... low... and moved
sensually with his thigh up against her pussy.  I remembered she had told me
about shaving her pussy once, and I began to wonder if it was shaved now.  Now
that El Exigente was surrounding her with his masculinity and strength.  Was
her pussy shaved and rubbing directly through those thin nylon panties up
against his leg.
         Janet was a tall girl.  About 5' 8" and I could see that if El
Exigente was hard and his sex was not confined in his jeans by jockey shorts,
it would trail down his leg possibly and be just at the point where Janet
might be able to feel it's tip against the hood of her clit.  I looked closer.
Jesus!  That damn girl WAS feeling his cock.  The way she was moving against
him.  Just like a slow grind.  Her eyes were glossy and I didn't see her lips
talking any more.  His hips were right up against her.  Their knees were
aligned now, there was no straddle.  I could tell he had his hard cock up into
a quarter inch between her lips because she now had her legs spread wider than
his.  His hands were in the hollow sides of her high tight ass but he didn't
have to pull at all.  She was pushing herself right over him as I could see
her muscles flex under the seams of her fishnet hose.
        I was getting wet like crazy trying to figure out if she had shaved
tonight and was now right directly connected through less than a millimeter of
cloth to the hard, shiny throbbing manhood that I realized was my pussy's
feast.  As I watched her push rhythmically against it and grab his ass with
her gloved hands, I felt jealous and yet aroused.  Hungry and yet savory in my
tongue.  I caught his eyes and realized that now I had been discovered by him
with lust and desire in my face.  I blushed again but did not avert my eyes.
He was looking into me with such affection and pleasure.  It was like he was
in the throes of fucking me--no making love to me--slowly, persistently and
watching my eyes for reactions.  As he humped on Janet!  But it was me he was
fucking.  Yes, I saw it in his face.  He was pleasing Janet maybe, she maybe
was even pleasing him, but it was me, my psyche, my pussy, my breasts, my
heart that he was focused on.  I was charged.  I wanted to stick my pussy lips
on his beautiful face and have him eat me alive.  God, it was so alive.  So
hot.  So wet!  I pushed my pussy against the bar stool and thought I would
faint when the chill hit my g spot.   He watched and I watched him watching
and I felt so free and pure and hot.
        I had just gotten to the point of wishing that I had shaved my own
pussy that night, because I knew that this long dead feeling of exquisite
pressure on my clit was really what my life was for.  That work, and rent, and
food and cars, and pets and marriage and everything was just a God damned
mundane distraction from the peak of living contained in my body's senses.
        "May I have this dance?"
        "Huh, what?"  a voice surprised me.  A young man was there next to
Cheryl and me.  Ha, Cheryl.  I wonder if Cheryl ever felt so strong about
something that she would do anything, kiss ass, steal, go cold turkey, admit
treason, turn a trick, beg for it just to get the release that my body had
known and missed for so many wasted moments.  Could Cheryl ever lick a pussy,
as I would, if it would bring her man into her center with the power of a
life- changing simultaneous orgasm?
        "Come on, just one dance?"  he said with a pleading little dog look.
To me!  "What me?" I thought.
        "Oh, no thank you, I belong to someone."  I certainly didn't want to
belong to him.  I was busy right now.
        "Oh, okay, never mind," he grumbled as I wondered whether I really
could belong to El Exigente.  He did look nice.  God knows, I was interested.
I had practically come over the man already and I was mad at myself for
forgetting to notice his crotch.  Damn that Janet was still up against it and
I couldn't get a look.  She looked like she did come and she was in the
afterglow right now as she languidly rocked to the ballad.  El Exigente was
still studying me and onto me.
        The music changed and they split apart.  As they came towards us from
the dance floor I pursed my lips when Janet stepped in front of El Exigente.
I couldn't see his jeans.  There was a break around a group at a table and I
got a clear shot.  He had no bulge.  No, it was a cock ridge he had.  Yes, the
ridge of a very nice looking large cock down the front of his leg.   I could
swear that it looked damp and remembered Janet's shaven or unshaven pussy.
Anyway, it looked nice about four inches down from the seam of his crotch.
Damn, he had no underwear and I'll just bet she had it peeking right into her
pink twat.  I could die thinking about it.
        He came right up to me and pushed his body against me.  It was heaven.
His arms encircled me and his lips touched me under the ear.  I felt
electrical vibrations as Janet said, "El Exigente is one hell of a dancer,
girls.  I feel so light on my feet."
        El Exigente smiled so kindly and wisely at me, that I knew he had
deliberately made Janet come right in front of me and I thought it was
terrific.  Janet pulled Cheryl's hand and discreetly touched it to her pussy.
So that was what it was with them, I realized.  As Cheryl's fingers hit
Janet's lower lips, her eyes widened so that I knew she had hit a sopping wet
pair of hot panties.  "Yes, I am so excited that you can feel how wet my pussy
is, ladies," she winked at me and looked admiringly at El Exigente.  Cheryl
giggled and then El Exigente took my hand and put it directly on Janet's
pubis.  She licked her lips and I felt her absolutely soaked nylon panties
tightly pasted over her swollen and totally hairless inner labia and giant
clit.  I was so embarrassed but El Exigente's arms and chest were just
wonderful as he gave me a feeling of complete protection and ownership.  I was
floating.  I realized that my hand was moving over Janet's sex and my finger
was circling her hard clit in fascination when I caught a breath.  Janet was
rotating ever so slightly on my hand, when it became clear that my hand had
been on her wet pussy for far too long.  I was not a lesbian, I didn't want to
know what Cheryl and Janet had perhaps done together, but still, it felt very
nice, it was so hot and smooth and puffy.  I loved rubbing it, but I didn't
want these two co- workers to get me into some lesbian pussy-eating sect that
was ultimately unnatural and off balance.  I wanted El Exigente and while I
still felt Janet's moisture with curious pleasure I moved my other hand to the
ridge along El Exigente's leg.
        He said, "Now, we have much to learn and much to discover.  Come to my
car."
        I dropped Janet's pussy and shook my senses back to the room.  "Oh,
God, I'm so excited, I don't know what to do."
        "Come along, we'll speak with your friends later."  El Exigente said.
        "You bet we will, baby," Janet said to me and then Cheryl.  Cheryl
looked a bit forlorn, but Janet seemed to reassure her non verbally.
        I moved along with El Exigente's comfortable arms away from the bar
toward the tables and through the crowd.  The door came into reach, but I
realized that I needed to take a leak.  "The ladies room", I indicated to El
Exigente as we approached the door that said "Women." But I didn't want to
leave his arms and his warmth and thought maybe he might disappear while I
went in there.
        "No mind, my love, we'll have time shortly,"  which I didn't really
understand but sounded fine anyway and I could hold it if I could still feel
his presence right now.
        As we flowed out the door, El Exigente nodded toward the boys that
lined the way and were checking me out.  I heard a couple of exclamations and
animal noises which I guess I'm used to but this moment they seemed not
degrading but respectful.  The sounds and behaviors were the same that had so
often repelled me that men had so little class, but now I knew they were
really pedestal my womanhood that felt so right and worthwhile on El
Exigente's arm.
        Out into the lot and the cold air hit my bladder and my nipples at
once.  I felt very erect and very full just them having to clench my inner
muscles around my urinary tract.  "You're so alive, my sweet." El Exigente
said and cupped his right hand around my back, under my arm, and over my right
breast.  God it felt great at the warmth of his palm grazed my bursting
nipple. I sighed and he held me closer by my overflowing tit.  A boy in the
parking lot caught it, but hell, I liked it and El Exigente did too, so how
bad could it be.  I wasn't a cheap whore.  I knew that, and I think El
Exigente did too.  I was just a woman with feelings and desires like any other
woman...  Well, maybe not any other woman.  I had been an addict.  I could
never forget.  Should never forget.  And just because sex and cock doesn't
cost you a fortune and ruin your complexion doesn't mean it is any better, or
purer, or less a curse than a coke addiction.  I had escaped that with my
life.  My mind had taken a beating and my body had been abused and defiled,
but I no longer craved freebase or powder or suicide because of the misery.
        "I have nine and a half weeks, sweetness." El Exigente told me.
        I looked expectantly, fondly, wide-eyed and trusting to him.
        "Nine and a half weeks to explore the limits of our sensual magnetism
and voltage before an important project requires my attention.  You're a
magnificent creature."
        "I have a job," was the best I could offer.  I was kind of high with
excitement and the night air and the pulse of my body and all.
        "No matter, we have the power of divine intelligence to direct us."
and somehow I felt he was exactly right on that point.
        "Are you married?"  I said it!  I blurted it out.  I hadn't even
thought.  Maybe it was my self-destructive demon that jumped out and
frightened me that this fabulous feeling of acceptance, safety and freedom was
a fraud. But there was no evidence.  Hell, if El Exigente were married, it
wouldn't stop me for one minute from spreading my long legs, bending over and
grabbing my ankles so he could raise my spandex sheath and plunge his hot
manhood deeply up my bottom.  Even with my mother and father watching, I love
to have his cock throbbing and spurting in my tight buttery asshole right this
instant, married or not.
        "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean that." I gushed.
        "Don't be frightened, my love.  The best will come to you and you will
learn to trust your feelings with me."
        We reached a car.  He opened the door and I got in.  My skirt rose up
and as he went around to the driver's side.  I stole a feel of my crotch. God,
I was still so very wet and hot there.  Damn, why hadn't I got the idea to
shave.  I might never get the chance to feel his hard hot cock with the skin
of my lips.  That damn Janet had gotten to feel it right on her sun-tanned,
shaven pussy before I had even got a proper grip on it with my hand.  God, if
he is my man, she'll be able to tell everyone that she got to come with him
after I met him and right there under my own eyes!  Shit, she'll be able to
tell them that I rubbed her pussy full of the cum juice that he released in
her damn cunt! That bitch.  She saw how he was for me right from the start.
Still she grabbed him--scooped him--right away from me and proceeded to
gratify her selfish twat on his magnificent prick.  I owe her one and so help
me, someday, somehow, I'm gonna get my rocks off at her expense!
        "You have such long legs and luscious lips I can hardly wait to see
you come."  as he got the key into the ignition.
        I felt tickled again.  It was so crude and yet so true, I laughed out
an enthusiastic, "Neither can I, got a mirror?"
        We laughed and embraced.  From the moment his lips struck mine, I knew
that I was born for this moment.  His tongue shot over my lips and into my
own. My pussy swooned and head expanded as his hands covered my chest and
stomach. "Take me home", I sighed knowing that his manhood would free me from
my self- obsessions instantly.
        He petted me to a frenzy and confided that "You are home, darling."
        As the teasing of his attentions made my breath run at breakneck
speed, he broke away, started the car, and gunned the engine.  I felt like a 2
G force was pinning me to the bucket seat as my head swam in a tornado of
sensations. El Exigente watched the road ahead but dropped his shift hand from
the lever to my lap, where he gently but firmly cupped my lips and prodded my
slit.  I practically exploded right there, but wanted to make it last.  I
restrained my self and took three deep breaths.  "Omigod."
        He turned into the thruway and his low sports car seemed like it was
going 120 miles an hour.  It was fast but I wasn't scared, just excited.  El
Exigente told me to take over for his hand as he moved to change gears.  I
did. My pussy was so hungry now that it needed that insistent, steady
manipulation that it had come to love.  My skirt had ridden up around my hips
so high that there was nothing hidden except by the texture of my pantyhose
and the thickness of my pussy hair.  "Take off your hose." El Exigente said.
        I agreed.  The hose were keeping me from getting a good depth into my
slit and were probably already runned from the nails being rubbed into them.
I raised up and pulled them down around my ass cheeks.  As I moved them
frantically down my legs, for my pussy was crying for more manipulation now,
El Exigente got his hand under me and put his middle finger right into my twat
about two or three inches.  "Yum..." I moaned and his sopping finger traced
back along my ass crack and pushed past the sphincter.  "Ooo..."  It didn't
hurt because his finger was so wet and my pussy was so tight with blood, I
could hardly feel anything else but!  I lowered down on it and it felt so nice
and tight in there and wiggling that I just wanted to wiggle on it for good.
        I continued with my stockings and got them off down around my feet
when El Exigente told me to put my shoes back on.  I did.  Then he said to
adjust the recline on my seat to about a thirty degree angle.  I didn't want
to lose that finger up my ass, but threw my left hand into my snatch as I
pulled the seat lever with my right.
        El Exigente turned down the sunshade over my passenger seat and
adjusted it so that a large mirror mounted on it joined our eyes.  He was so
good looking.   I was so happy.  "We have a couple of miles to go.  Make
yourself come for me."
        "I don't know," I said, knowing that it was dirty and selfish, but I
really did want to come bad."
        "Yes, you do."  He was right.  I did know and so I started to really
fuck myself right there in the car with two fingers while he reamed my ass.  I
caressed my tits and fucked myself silly with his eyes bearing into mine at 80
miles an hour in the night.
        I was getting close, and El Exigente looked so happy and manly.  He
told me that my lips were so moist and luscious.  That my eyes were dreamy.
That my beauty was exquisite and that he wanted to see my red lips wet from
the cunt juice of that slut Janet.  I thought about Janet and how I hated her
at this moment but also how I would lick her lips and clitoris and how quickly
I would thrust my tongue into her dirty twat if it would bring El Exigente's
searing sperm into my soul.
        The glove box popped open.  I don't know how it happened with El
Exigente's right hand up my ass and his left on the wheel.  I certainly didn't
take my fingers out of my twat or off my tits, but there it was open.  An this
beautiful black rubber dick laid there glistening in the light.  I saw cock
and my tongue dropped out of my mouth.  It had rubber strands coming out the
back like some kind of whip or something but it had a ridge and a tip and
bumps just like real cock veins on it.  And it was shiny.  I grabbed it and
started fucking it into my cunt like crazy.  It was great.  It felt just like
a real cock...filling and exciting, and interesting undulations, and it was
rubber.  I got it right down to about an inch of it's base and I'm sure it was
seven or eight inches long.  It was great and my pussy was so damn grateful
that this beautifully shaped object had found it's way into heaven's grotto.
        I was doing great and was so proud that my man was enjoying my sexual
being.  He was smiling broadly, licking his lips and fucking my ass wide.  I
closed my eyes and laid further back into the bucket.  My legs in the five
inch heels were up high in the car so there was plenty of access to really
fuck myself deep and fast.  I was getting rushes in nanoseconds, I swear just
then. I opened my eyes and while humping for all I was worth with my tongue
flapping out of my saliva dripping mouth, I saw through the glass of the
moonroof, in the passenger seat of a gigantic high truck, a smiling laughing
woman yelling and looking down right into my red-flushed, craven, self-fucking
abandon.  She was telling her cab mates about it and one head could be seen
leaning int to get a good look.  The driver, I couldn't see, but I realized
that he too could see through the great broad front window into the glass roof
that framed my stuffed red pussy and throbbing wet clit.
        I came like gangbusters, and El Exigente laughed along with my
pleasure as I hit wave after wave of convulsive shock.  Every orgasm that I
had missed seemed to be rushing together at me saying, "it's about time" as
they combined and coalesced into a river of sensation emotion and ...  and
gangbusters... and pussy volcano right there in the public thoroughfare.  It
was fantastic!
        It seemed like an hour before I stopped panting and got my lungs back
to balance.  God, I was so happy.  I felt like this man was the greatest
friend that I had ever had.  That I had nothing, absolutely nothing to hide
from him and that I was in heaven and free.
        But I began to realize how badly I needed to piss.  Geez, it must have
been at least 30 minutes since I clenched my piss muscles to hold it.  Now I
just had to piss bad.
        El Exigente had gunned the car sometime between me collapsing in cum
and getting my breath back.  Now he pulled off a service exit into a sort of
rest area on the thruway.  I said, "I need to take a leak." and he nodded
knowingly.  The car pulled past several trucks and cars parked there at the
rest stop and came to stop just beyond looking into the trees.  El Exigente
told me to go out into the grass and relive myself.  I was so exhausted and
pleased that I said, I didn't want to leave my "main squeeze" holding up the
rubber cock whip.
        "Take it, it's yours," El Exigente said and indicated a spot in front
of the car with his nod.
        "Oh, I love it, El Exigente," I said, "and I love you too."
        "You love yourself and you love me for recognizing you."
        "You recognized that I'd fall for your beautiful rubber dick, you
bastard.  But that's okay just don't let it stop, baby."
        We laughed again and hugged.  El Exigente pushed me toward the door
and I got up out of the car.  Flirting with him, I winked and smiled and held
the dildo in my hand as I moved into the beam of his headlights.  He turned
off the lights, and I pouted that he didn't think I was beautiful enough to
stare at every single minute.  Oh, well, I moved about 20 yards ahead and got
hold of a tree trunk.  There I sort of squatted a bit and tried to push the
piss down. The cock was so nice.  Now it was juicy with my cum and it looked
like a good man's cock covered with pussy. As the pressure of my urine slowly
started to crest I thought about what El Exigente had said when I was so hot.
About licking a wet pussy with my red lips.  This cock looked good and I
wondered what it tasted like having been brought me to the brink.  I licked it
and stuck it in my mouth.  Yes, pussy, it tasted like pussy.  It was sweet,
not salty like a pre-fucked cock.  It was such a nice shape, I let my lips
feel the ridge and my tongue on its soft glans. It had a strong muscular feel
under the tip and beyond the ridge.  I liked the taste.  And the texture.  And
the shape.  I wondered if El Exigente's cock was as nice.  I hoped so.  hen my
piss started flowing. I began sucking hard on the rubber cock imagining it to
be the love instrument of my new lover.  The focus of my energy as a woman, a
pussy, a consummate cocksucker.  El Exigente flashed his brights in that
European way that people signal each other there.  It was quick but there was
no doubt that he saw the piss streaming out of my hole and the rubber dick
sinking into my mouth.
        I wanted him to watch.  I felt dirty, I think, but I wanted him to see
me pissing and sucking and being me right there in that wide open natural
green place.  the lights came on and I played it up with the rubber cock.  I
began sucking for him to see.  As he flashed the lights, I struck poses of
cock worship that were fun and salacious.  I knew that El Exigente's face was
beaming with pride over how sexual I was.  I finished pissing but I didn't
want to stop the show for my favorite male animal in the whole wide world at
that moment.
        The lights flashed on for good now, and I rubbed the rubber cock all
over my cunt so that El Exigente would realize that I had been sucking all my
own cunt juices off of it with my sunken cheeks.  I was still so sexy down
there, that it was just sort of natural to stick the beautify black rubber
into my lips just a bit.  Just past the ridge.   Just to feel a little
prodded, a little filled.  It was so wonderful I had to pump it a bit. Just a
little slow stroking about an inch or two in and out.  It was sweet and
sloshy.  God, I loved my cunt.  It made me so happy.  I was lucky.  A cunt
like mine was a treasure.  It was divine, it was fantastic and it was mine.  I
got it hot again, but then cut it short.  Shit right there in that car was the
cock that my pussy lived for, was born for.  I had better get to it.  As I
stood up and pulled down my tight skirt, headlights started flashing and horns
started honking and voices started cheering.  God, they had all been watching
and now they were all applauding and cheering my masturbation and pissing.
Omigod, all those strangers.  They could be any one and they had all seen me
piss and masturbate at once.  They must figure me for a real pervert.  God,
pissing in front of dozens of people with my lips spread wide and a rubber
cock in my mouth, up my snatch.
        I flushed all over and ran with my head down to El Exigente's car.  He
was beside himself with that manly, rich laugh and sped right off into the
darkness.  With his car, none of those dirty truckers or family travelers
would have been able to catch up.  I was humiliated but I felt proud to that
they were cheering and honking for me.  I was a creature, all right.  Maybe a
little sex crazy, a little cock-hungry, but I was beautiful and I had the
nicest pussy that I've ever heard about and I've thought about it a lot!
        "Have you been a man's slave?"  he asked me as I thought about those
strange truck drivers probably whacking off to the sight of my cunt lips.
        "Huh, well, sort of, but we didn't get that far."  I wondered what he
meant.
        "I believe, you are made to be a slave and I'm glad I found you."
        "Umm... me too, El Exigente.  You sure have found me."
        "Let us try an experiment and if you enjoy it, we'll have a new
frontier to conquer."
        I was beginning again to feel that pressure in my nipples.  I was
enjoying this man's presence and his imagination.  I was ready to trust him
with my privacy, my body, my money, and, yes, my heart.   I had never felt so
alive and so perfect.  The closest that I had ever come to this feeling of
well-being was light years away from this sense of serenity and fulfillment
and sexual awareness.
        "Your wish is my command, Master."  and I gave myself to him then and
there for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for life and for death, for
cock and for cunt, for whatever the master of my orgasm wanted.
        And so it started.  I think of it often.  It was the true commencement
of my breakthrough in self-awareness as a woman.
        Perhaps you'll hear more if my life interests you.
 
 

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