I ran up to it and thanked my benefactor as I opened the passenger door
and jumped in. “I really appreciate this.” I said. “Could you give me a
ride to the next exit with a service station?” “Sure” was all she said.
She signaled to traffic and pulled back onto the highway. After a few
seconds I had settled down after adjusting the scanner on my right side,
and took a real look at the driver. Exotic is the best word that came
to mind. She was strikingly pretty, long jet black hair, vaguely
oriental, perhaps of mixed race. She was also heavy, almost, but not
quite fat, with large breasts, a big buttocks, and strong looking calfs.
We were on the road just a minute when she asked me “What was that thing
hanging on your belt?” I thought for a second. She could only be talking
about my scanner. “It’s a scanner” I said as I wrestled it off my belt
trying hard not to bend the antenna against the door too much. I finally
got it and held it in my lap. She glanced quickly at it and I heard her
gasp.

Her eyes were glancing back and forth between the road and the scanner,
more particularly its antenna. I remember when I first got that antenna
that it struck me as being particularly phallic (an Austin Condor for
the those in the know), a little thin perhaps for a dildo, but painfully
long. “What does it do?” she asked. I explained it to her as best I
could. I also turned it on. It stopped on a highway patrol frequency and
revealed some poor slob being run through a licensing check. “That’s
the Highway Patrol” I said. “Is that what it’s for?” she asked. “Well,”
I said, “it’s for getting all kinds of radio”. In quick succession I
punched up some AM news, and FM music station, and the weather channel.
Next I hit the search button which at that moment was programmed to jump
through the 800Mhz cellular phone channels. There were conversations
going on all around us, and she was noticably interested in it all. “You
mean you can hear people talking on the phone?”

I explained the basic idea behind a scanner. She struck me as unusually
interested in it all, for a woman. I’m not sexist, but I’ve never met
more than couple of women among hundreds of scanner hobiests, and none
of them nearly as pretty as this one. All of this took but a few minutes
and we were pulling off at an exit. She continued to ask me questions
about the scanner as we approached a service station just off the
highway.

When we arrived at the service station she offered to take me to my
destination. She said she was going there anyway. I accepted her offer,
arranged for a tow, and called my mechanic. It all took about 15 minutes
then we were back in the car. She didn’t say much for a while and then
said “This is my exit. I’m going to stop at home and get some things
first.” “OK by me” I replied. We pulled off the highway and were at her
house about five minutes later.

When we entered the house she excused herself for a moment then returned
without her pantyhose. She invited me to sit down on her couch in the
living room, and sat right next to me. “Please show me that radio
again.” she said. I unhooked the scanner from my belt again and turned
it on. As it sprang to life, she placed her hand on my thigh. I caught a
wif of an odor, the smell of a woman aroused. I still didn’t understand
what was going on. What did the scanner have to do with her obvious
arousal? “That thing makes me very horny” she said. Her physical signs
of arousal made me very horny, and there is no doubt she noticed the
growing buldge in my pants. She suddenly turned and sat back on the
couch, still next to me, but not quite so intimately. “A lot of men are
turned off by aggressive women” she said. “I’ve never been turned off by
an aggressive woman”.

She turned back to me then, leaned over and kissed me. As her toung
pressed its way into my mouth her hand crossed my thigh again and rested
firmly on my spear. I raised my hips to her touch and she pressed a
little harder. Suddenly she stopped, stood up, and said “come with me.”
I stood up and turned the scanner off, intending to put it down. “Don’t
turn it off” she said. “Bring it with you.”

I complied and followed her around a corner and into a bedroom. She
closed the door behind me and stood with her back against it. I stood at
the side of her bed and faced her. “Take your clothes off.” she said. I
placed the scanner on a dresser, still on, and scanning, by default,
local police and other EMS frequencies. I took my shoes off then began
to unbutton my shirt. “Pants first” she ordered. She stood still and
watched me. When my pants fell to the floor she steped up to me, dropped
down on her knees and reached for my stiffened shaft with both hands.
With one, she directed it to her wet mouth, took it in, and began to
massage it with hand and toung. The other she brought to my balls and
began to stroke them.

She continued to suck me, covering my malehood with layeres of saliva,
as I removed my shirt. I stood there for perhaps a few minutes
experiencing her ministrations as she also began to finger my ass. I
could have exploded right then, but I forced myself in refusing to let
go so easily. After another half minute she released her mouth. “Most
men would have come by now” she cooed. “We haven’t been properly
introduced yet” I replied. She pushed me gently and I fell back onto the
bed. She stood up and lifted her dress revealing a magnificent mass of
black hair as she climbed onto the bed, over me, on her knees.

She leaned over me and grabbed my slick wet stick, stroking the tip a
few times over her sopping wet gully, shivering a little as it touched
her clitoris. Then she positioned the tip at the opening of her pleasure
chasm and with one motion impaled herself on my sword.

As she drove herself down on me, I thrust upwards to meet her. With my
arms I pulled her towards me unziped the back of her dress and opened
her bra. She sat up then, crossed her arms and pulled the dress over her
head. The opened bra went with it revealing the largest and most
magnificent set of brests I had ever had the pleasure of. I drew
her down again and turned my head back and forth teasing each swelled
nipple in turn as she continued to fall on my
accomdating spire.

She moved one of her hands to her slit and began to massage her clit. In
a minute or two she came with deep convulsions and groans as she
collapsed, her sweaty head next to mine where I could smell the passion
that continued to burn in her. Her cunt grew no less hot either as after
a minute she noticed I was still hard as a rock and said “you still
haven’t come”. “We still haven’t been properly introduced” I said. She
rolled off me and onto her back.

I looked at her for a moment, perfectly relaxed. Sweat covered her body,
glistening on her brests, nipples rising and falling sensuously with
each deep breath. Her legs were spread and relaxed, waiting for anything
I might desire to do with her mystical forest and its magical well. I
knelt in front of her and teased her perfumed mystery until I revealed
her triumphant clitoris in its sea of love juice. I bowed to that clit,
stroking it with a toung determined to do what ever it takes to make her
reel in pleasure again. She groaned and arched, pushing her grand canyon
into my face.

I stroked her again and again. She ordered it harder, then slower, then
faster as she convulsed, twisted, and screamed through her second
orgasm. Only when she collapsed for the last time, did I stop licking,
pick my head up, and look her in the eyes. She smiled a little at me and
raised up her legs, spreading them a little more, knowing what I wanted
to do, and offering it to me. I took my pipe in my own hand placed it’s
tip at the mouth of her dripping volcano and ramed it home. She gasped
as it found its mark, and I felt her love tunnel squeeze me, encouraging
me to let it flow. I fucked her now with out regard to control, to how
long I could hold it in, or what felt best to her. I fucked only to
experience my own explosion in her willing bore. When it came I groaned,
my arms collapsed as I shook and felt her rythmic contractions sucking
every last drop of syrupy juice out of my hose.

I rolled off of her and lay next to her. Both of us breathing heavily
now. She got up after a minute and walked up to the scanner standing on
her dresser. “Can you get those telephone conversations back?” She
asked. I stood up and took her place as I switched over to the search
mode in the proper bank. As I did this she reached around behind me and
began again stroking my cock and balls. When the scanner hit the first
cellular conversation she took my hand and pulled me back over to the
bed. “I won’t let you go until you come at least once more” she teased.
and pulled me onto the bed.

This went on for an hour. She came four more times, twice while I
massaged her clit with a vibrator and used the scanner antenna as a
dildo! She screamed when it reached about ten inches into her steaming
pit, but she came, and came again. My second explosion filled her from
behind as I rode a top her luscious ass and she clung to the bed,
knees on the floor, filling her as I shook as waves of orgasm swept my
pulsing organ.

Two more hours went by. She revealed various kinds of sex equipment
stored around her room. Vibrating dildos, rope handcuffs, and other
toys. At one point I had to go to the bathroom. She insisted on
following me, that I step into the shower and let my warm river go on
her. She kneeled in front of my then flacid snake, held it between her
slipery breasts and ordered me to let go. I did, needing it so bad it
felt almost like an orgasm as she rubbed my balls through all of it.
Then she made me lie down between her towering legs and opened her dam
on me. Weak as I was that drove me wild. We showered, and I took her
standing up from behind while the hot water poured over both of us, but
my legs gave way before I could come. She pushed me down again in
the tub, and straddled my head with her knees as she rammed her needy
puss into my face. I licked where I know it feels good, and in minutes
she rocked with yet another orgasm as water still rained down upon us.

I was working on my third orgasm, she had nine or ten. I stood
between her tensed spread legs as she sat on a special chair with grips
above her head for the hands and stirrups for her feet, allowing her to
position herself on a seat that thrust her still demanding pussy straight
out onto my heaving jamb. As I forced my risen flag into her, trying to
release myself yet again she relaxed, stopped rising to meet my
pick, seemingly tired at last. After all she demanded of me, I took her
selfishly, like the first time, caring only for my eruption. I pulled
her ass towards me, pinning her with my massive cylinder. Her slippery
tube was a hot resevior for my last displosion, small but satisfying as
I felt the additional heat of my juices fill her, and dribble down her
ass.

I let her go and collapsed onto the bed. She got herself off the chair
and limped over to the scanner which hadn’t made a peep in some time.
“What happened to the radio?” she asked. I struggled up, my knees a
little stiff, and looked at it. “Batteries are dead” I said. “Then you’d
better go home” was her reply. As I got dressed she put on a robe and
watched me. When finished, she let me out the bedroom door and out to
the front of the house. “You were going to give me a ride home” I
pointed out. “I’m too tired” she said. “Just turn left down the street,
there’s a bus stop there”. As I turned to go she said “You can come back
you know”, and she reached out, touching the scanner antenna! “I will”
was all I could get out, and I left.

As I walked down the street to the bus, it was dark now, and cold. My
groin was strangely numb. I caught an unexpected wife of her passion. I
suddenly remembered the black scanner antenna melding with the wall of
her dark forest as she twisted her hips struggling to increase her
ecstacy. I wondered what people on the bus were going to think of it. I
also realized that if I’d put fresh batteries in the scanner this
morning I’d still be in there, probably for another four hours, and
maybe dead by then…

You are lying on your couch, fully clothed. I kneel on the
floor next to you, one arm stretched across your stomach, my
eyes watching every detail of your face as we talk. I absently
move my arm and hand across your chest, enjoying the feel of
your muscles through the thin fabric of your shirt. I
slowly grow quiet as I listen to your voice and feel its
vibrations through your chest. My eyelids droop, and my eyes
begin to wander to other parts of your body. They travel
across your shoulder and down your arm. My fingers,
of their own volition, follow the path of my eyes to your
palm, which they gently raise to my mouth. I place your
hand on my face and hold it there, moving my head to feel
your palm, your fingers, travel across my face. I slowly,
reluctantly, relinquish your hand as I rise to stand
before you. As you watch, I slowly unbutton my shirt,
opening it only enough for you to catch a small glimpse of
the breasts hidden beneath. When the last button is undone,
my hands travel back up between my breasts, then across to
the outside in a swirling motion before pressing them firmly
together and up. My head falls back and my eyes close
momentarily, as I enjoy the feeling and the thought of your
gaze. After a few seconds I reach for the clasp of my bra
in the opening of my shirt. After releasing it, I slowly
slide my shirt and bra off of first one shoulder, then the
other, before lowering my arms and arching my back to allow
gravity to finish the task. My hands then slide back up
my torso to my breasts, which they massage slowly. Your
hand reaches to touch, but I catch it and kiss the palm before
pressing it to my breast. Before you have a chance to take
advantage of it, I place your hand firmly back on the couch
next to you.

As I watch your eyes on my body, my hands make their way to
my waistline, where they unbutton and slowly unzip my pants.
You catch a glimpse of black lace underwear before my hands
slide down my torso and under both pants and panties, forcing
them slowly over my hips and down my thighs. As I step out
of them, one hand travels back to massage a breast while the
other slides slowly up my thigh and across my pubic area before
pausing with my palm on my stomach. After the slightest pause
my fingers travel back down and between my legs to feel the
wetness there. After moistening my finger in my juices,
I reach down and sensuously brush it across your bottom lip.
Your mouth opens slightly with desire as you smell the musky
scent.

I glance down and notice you are having a hard time lying
still. Your hands move across your body and your hips move
involuntarily. The movement of your hips draws my gaze to
the great bulge in your pants, and I slide my hand down
across it, and between your legs. I lower my face to your
stomach, lifting your shirt slightly to expose a small
amount of bare skin just above your pants line. I bury my
face in your stomach, first kissing and licking, then rubbing
my face across your skin, enjoying the tickle of the hairs
peeking out of your pants. I slowly unbutton and unzip your
pants, releasing your pulsing cock only slightly because of
the briefs you wear beneath. As I push your pants aside,
I very gently nip along your cock, starting at the head and
working my way down to the base. Your hips move more
violently at this, pushing up off the couch to press your
cock firmly to my face. You groan with pleasure and I raise
my head to gaze at you, your head thrown back, your eyes
closed, your mouth open slightly. I pull the waistband of
your briefs down enough to expose just the tip of your swollen
cock, and I flick my tongue across it, lapping up the precum
that oozes out. I slide my hands down your hips and around,
under your pants. I pause to squeeze your buttocks before
continuing the downward movement that brings your pants and
briefs down to your thighs. As your cock springs free of its
confinement, it rivets my attention. I reach up to gather
your balls in my hand, and massage them gently before sliding
one finger firmly up your dick. It is followed by my palm,
which applies gentle but firm pressure before returning to
finish the job of removing your pants. I quickly slide your
pants down and off, enjoying the feel as my hands slide down
your bare skin.

I lick and suck the toes of one foot before slowly laying a
trail of kisses and small bites up the inside of your leg.
When I reach your balls I roll them around with my tongue,
licking them and sucking them as I inhale your smell. I
slide my tongue up the bottom side of your dick, applying
firm pressure until I reach the head, where I switch to very
light, quick, flicks. I slide my mouth over just the head
and suck gently while swirling and flicking my tongue all
around it. As your hips buck, I begin moving my head in a
stroking motion, taking your dick further into my mouth with
each stroke. I bring up one hand to massage your balls as
my mouth and tongue work on your cock. I feel your tension
mounting and suck hungrily in anticipation of your cum.
When you come I am ready, and I swallow quickly and continue
milking every last drop out of you until you are reduced to
a quivering mass, groaning with pleasure. Your cock begins
to shrink and I continue licking it very gently until you
beg me to stop. I softly kiss the very tip, then slide
my body up to press my lips to yours. Our tongues join and
you taste the faint salty flavor of your cum.

You are completely enervated, and I lie next to you, watching
your breathing slow, feeling your body relax. When I know
you have fallen asleep, I lower my head to your shoulder
and fall asleep with you.

unbutton my blouse, I watch him. He is nodding and smiling to give me

support. Next my skirt. Oh shit. Pantyhose. Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back. To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time. My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him. I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

You opened the door wearing a bulky sweater made of angora
red skirt and no shoes..you had just gooten home from work
a few minutes earlier.
“Hi!” I said entering the door..”you sure look beat”
“come here..let me relax you!”
with that i took your hand and led you to the bedroom.

“Stand here” i asked and slowly started to undress you.
i removed the sweater slowly..my hands running genlty
under neath it…up to your bra…stopping there for a minute..
must move up now as your nipples ar starting to harden..
“lift your arms please kitten” i breathed into your ear..
making the goose flesh stand up..

I slowly removed your bra..running my nails gently over your breats
and nipples feeling them harden with desire…you turned your head
to kiss me…your mouth open, inviting..tongue moist…
“slow down kitten….wait.” i breathed into your ear again,
just touching the outer edge with my tongue.

i run my hands down your sides to your hips….thumbs hooking
into to the top of your dress and your panties…pulling
them down..down past the moist mound of pubic hair…down
past your pussy lips…i stop to inhale your scent.
“mmmmmmmmmm very sweet..I must taste” my long tongue
flicks out and brushes the hair just above your clit..
“OOOOOOOO” comes out of your mouth…you try and reach for me..
“not yet kitten” i breath out slowly…..”not yet”

i take you by the hand and lay you down on the bed..face down.
“where is that flavoured rubbing oil i bought?” i wonder out aloud.
“Oh here it is..” i open the bottle and pour some onto the base of your
neck, moving your long hair out of the way…

i start to massage..first your neck….then your shoulders
then your arms…then your back…mu palms pressing firmly,
fingers working the skin…now down to the small of your back….
now around your perky ass……down to the thighs….
“open a little kitten” i ask….”thats enough!”
i start on the thighs…then the inner thighs….down to the knees
then the calves….the ankles and the feet…
working on the feet….licking and kissing your toes…first the one
foot then the other…..now starting to work back up….the same way i
worked my way down….stopping only to run my finger nails along the inner
thighs over your pussy and down the other side….doing it a few times.
now back up to your shoulders..

“roll over kitten, time to do the front!”
you roll over, eyes galssy with desire…
” i want you!” you manage to get out between breaths
“not yet lover” I said as i pour more oil at the base of your neck.
“wait I’m not done yet!” i say with a wide grin andi run my tongue over my lips…..making them moister..”mmm i can still taste you on my lips”

i start to massage your neck…then your shoulders then your breasts
which seem to leap out at me….wanting me to knead them..playwith them
your nipples are pointing straight out like an accusing finger…just asking to be chewed on…sucked on…and ofcourse i must oblige…..

your are now purring like a pride of lions……
you reach for me again….”not yet kitten” i say “not yet”
my well oiled hands or now massaging your breasts and nipples…
now the underside…..down to you tummy….hips…….pubic mound..
the inner thighs…i lean forward to give your clit a massage with my
tongue..” when i give you a full massage kitten” i say to you between licks
“i give a full massage”
you are purring even louder now…..i hope the neighbours dont hear!
i stop and continue massaging down your legs…down to your toes..
i cam smell you very strongly now…you are dripping….
“please eat me” you yell “tongue fuck me NOW”
“not yet kitten” i say very very pleased with myself

i hold your hands and lift you up, and lead you to the shower.
nice and hot!!! and i use the big sponge that i bought..
lots and lots of suds…and bubbles…

soaping you all over…….your eyes are glazed with deisre..
good just what i wanted and you grab me and kiss me very very
deeply…..”let me get undressed first” i mumbled thru your lips

you let go and i grab o towel and put it around you..
we go back into the bedroom….you sit on the bed
and watch me get undressed..your eyes making love to every
part of my flesh as it becomes visible….
your eyes become wide when you see the state of my hardon,
hard as nails….
i remove my pants…
your run your tongue over your lips as you see moisture.

i finsh drying you….i sit on the edge of the bed and tell
you to sit on the floor between my legs with your back to me.
” i must brush your hair dry!” i say as i pick up the brush
and start to brush your hair…but you look at me with a little
sparkle in your eye and i am not sure what it means…but i’m sure
i will find out soon enough..

you feel your hair and it is almost dry…
you spin around…placing your hands on my hairy chest
and push me flat on the bed…holding me down…
you bend your head…tongue flicking out…and move in what seems
like the kill..
your tongue is all over my hardon….teasing it…rubbing it
now around my testicles….”YESSSSSSSSSSSSS” i scream
“YESSSSSSSSSSSS!”
i do not see your other hand reaching for the brush….
THUMP THUMP right on my ass..”that will teach you!”
you say before you return to work where you left off
and i reach a shuddering orgasim..which you suck
greedily…………

“Come here kitten…its your turn” i can just barely manage
to say.