Hi folks, I did not write this myself, but I wish I had....
When you start a road trip you are bound to have some remarkable stories. Stories you may never tell and ones that to this day still feel like dreams. I was traveling cross country with my girlfriend stopping at conspicuous cacti and unoccupied roadsides for spontaneous acts of lust.
It was Tuesday on the third day of our week long adventure and things were off to a good start. We were driving in an old pick-up truck my dad drove when he was young. The day was half dead and our bodies were damp from the suns rays which penetrated the windshield. My girl's bronze skin salivated and I told her to face me and spread her legs so I could see her shaved pussy. Alice was wearing a petite red dress with no panties. I had one hand on the soft leather wheel and the other wedged in between her dampening gorge. With the current distraction in "hand" the truck passionately veered off the road crashing into a pole supporting an awning of a dusty old diner. I slammed on the breaks and we quickly stopped.
As we stepped out of the truck a cloud of dust kissed our faces and an arrestingly burly man broke through the diner door. His face was intensely frightened but gradually turned mischievous. He wore a plain white t-shirt with dirty blue jeans and had a forceful presence and large brown eyes that ate us both alive. The man told us we needed to pay for the damages, did he see our car, we didn’t have nearly enough for the repairs. He said, “well then , your girlfriend will have to pay, I’ll take her until I’ve been fully rewarded.”
I threw myself in front of her and told him, “fuck off, don’t even think about touching her!”. He looked me up and down, smiled, and responded, “then I’ll take you!”
He grabbed me by the neck and ushered me into the dilapidated eatery and slammed the screen door on my girl. The man told her to wait there while we talked over some business. She bit her siren red lips and watched as he took me behind the counter near the grill. He must have just prepared a meal because the air was moist from cooked meat while a lone spatula stretched out on the grill like a beach chair. The man rubbed my neck and told me to remove my shirt while he slowly floated his hands down the curves of my waist entering underneath the bulge of my pants.
He grabbed my hairy balls and became familiar with the girth of my cock. I was frozen from the nature of the situation as he rolled down my pants. Standing there naked he used his left foot to craft a larger gap between my legs. He raised his large and lengthy hand and repeatedly spanked me against my bare skin.
Before the last thrust he bent me forward with my chest against the cold counter top causing my nipples to go erect and my ass to arch out. The final blow landed hard and his middle finger assaulted the opening of my ass hole, which he roughly massaged.
He used his hands to spread open my ass and licked the hair around my hole before he ate my fleshy ring. The crack of my ass was dripping with moisture as he stepped back and repeated to spank me until my cheeks were an apple red. There was a pause and I heard him grab the spatula from the grill. Before I could react it splashed hard against my rear.
After every hit more and more grease bathed my ass. The grease traveled slowly like warm honey through the hair around my trembling gap, down the crease of my balls where it followed the throbbing veins of my shaft and finally dripping off the head of my dick. Using the grease he penetrated my anal cavity with the blunt handle of the spatula, the harder he pushed the faster blood rushed to my stiffening cock. The feeling was so intense my body shook as I grasped the counter top. This put me face to face with Alice as she watched me scream in a frenzy of pleasure. He worked my slippery dick up and down as he spanked me harder blow after blow.
This new pleasure was blinding until finally cum surged through my cock and exited all over the back of the counter. The man started to walk off and I yelled, “is this how you treat all your customers” and he responded “I wouldn’t know I just broke in to help myself to a late lunch”.
He pushed my girlfriend aside, reached in his pocket for his keys, hopped on a motorcycle by the side of the diner and drove away. I cleaned off, got myself together, and closed the door.
On the window next to the entrance was a sign marked “Store Hours”, it said "Closed on Tuesdays". I explained to my girl, “that’s the last time your pussy picks where we stop!”