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The Fair - In the Booth
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The Fair - In the Booth The Fair ‒ The Pie Throwing Booth The smell and sounds of the fair were electric. The smell of cotton candy mixed with the musky aroma of popcorn…… hawkers calling people to their stalls. Clanging bells and carny music filled the air. Somewhere in the distance someone shouted as they won a prize. Leah mingled through the crowd ‒ moving in the direction she knew her booth was. Laughing to herself, she felt wonderfully free. Her husband thought she was a bit crazy, but knew her well enough to know she was looking forward to the weekend. Only Leah would volunteer to have pies thrown at her! And for a whole weekend! Though the fair was only 100 miles from home, it seemed like a good idea for her to plan on staying over. I saw her as she passed. Blonde hair ‒ cut short…. Big blue eyes. There was something about her ‒ seemed to be really enjoying the environment ‒ not just the fair ‒ it was like she was a on vacation or something. Just seemed happy, alive. On an adventure. Intrigued, I followed, at a short distance. I liked the way she walked ‒ had that sway that comes with a woman who is comfortable. The skirt swished around her calves… a light cottony summer skirt cinched at her waist with a belt. Her ankle boots flashed in the sun kicking up little spoofs of dust. Her blouse was a silk oversize shirt ‒ not too big. I could see from the lines through the thin cloth ‒ that she wore a camisole and a bra beneath that. I smiled to myself ‒ remembering the bounce of her breasts as she passed. She wore her breasts proudly. Wore them well. It wasn’t long before she came to a stop ‒ a booth for some charity. It was a pie throwing booth…. There was a woman with her head extended through a hole in a canvas about 10 feet from the counter, waiting for someone to buy a ticket and throw a whipped cream pie at her. Her hair was wet, obviously rinsed of the cream. My curiosity was now roused. Idling nearby I listened to the woman at the counter talk to her. “Leah, Glad to see you’re here. Alice is going off duty ‒ you’re on in 10 minutes. All you have to do is stick your head through the hole and smile at people. Maybe call them some names to egg them on. The entrance to the booth is in back, it’s a covered tent so you’ll have some privacy to change out of those nice clothes.” I noticed for the first time that she had a small bag along with her purse. Clothes, I thought. Walking around the tent, Leah found the entrance in back. Pushing herself through the flap opening, she saw Alice’s rear end, as she bent over with her head through the hole. Putting her purse down, she opened the other bag. Glancing at the door she saw that nobody could see in. Looking back at Alice ‒ she saw that whipped cream had come through the hole and had made Alice a creamy mess from the chin down to her belly. Unbuttoning her shirt, she hung it on a peg attached to the tent pole. The room was small, she had to maneuver a bit not to disrupt Alice. Next came the camisole, which she folded and placed in the bag. Then ‒ thinking twice ‒ she removed her bra so it wouldn’t get damaged. It was the only one she brought. Grabbing into the bag she pulled out a T-shirt. A bit thin, but then she has planned on wearing a bra when she packed. No big deal, it was private in here. She scratched where the tight band had constricted her below her breasts, and slid the shirt over her head. Just then Alice jerked, and she realized that Alice had been struck by a pie. She smiled. Taking the step to Alice, she tapped Alice on the back. Alice shrieked, and Leah realized that Alice hadn’t heard her. Probably all the noise and activity on the other side. Moving back into Leah, Alice removed herself from the hole. Cream dripped from her forehead. “Thanks.” Said Alice. “It’s been a lot of fun but I have a date. A guy who kept coming back to throw at me. I think I’ll find out who he is.” “Just stick your head through here.” She pointed at the hole. “they wipe your face off after every hit ‒ but don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt at all and people are pretty bad shots.” With that she picked up her bag and scampered out the door in search of Mister Pie Thrower. Leah checked to make sure where her belongings were, and lowered her head to the hole, pushed it through. She found that they had set a wooden bar across the bottom of the hole so she had somewhere to balance herself and get a grip. It was an exciting view from this position. People passing by ‒ seeing Joan, the counter person from the back, the noise and clamor….. a happy carefree energy gripped here and she started calling out to people to come try their luck. I watched her slip through the flaps and waited. It wasn’t long before the first face in the hole, a young woman with wet dark hair, came scampering out and ran on down between the tents. I gave her a couple of minutes, and went to the flaps. What an enticing sight greeted me. Bent over, facing away, was the woman in the skirt. I knew her head was through the hole and felt comfortable that she couldn’t hear me. Glancing down I saw her white camisole in her bag, her bra atop it. Her purse was closer to her. Her skirt, red and white light cotton, swayed with her ‒ obviously when she turned her head it caused her butt to swing back and forth. Very nice. I watched for a minute, wondering what she looked like beneath it. Moving next to her ‒ I got a side view. It was a voyeur’s fantasy. She was having great fun ‒ I could hear her yelling….. oblivious to me being inches from her. I bent over and stared at her breasts, bouncing a bit in the tight T-shirt. I could see the color of her areola, just a hint of color. This lady had some nice tits. Hanging as they were ‒ they filled the shirt nicely. And moved with their weight as she moved. Full and fleshy. Curious, I moved behind her and lightly grasped the hem of the skirt. Lifting slowly, very very slowly….. I was able to bring it to a level where I could see her legs. Long legs. I remembered that she was somewhat tall ‒ 5-6 or 5-7, and it seemed that a lot of it was legs. Not skinny model legs, but full strong healthy les. Nice ‒ the tendons a bit taut from the position she was in. Bending over, I looked up her skirt. Inside I laughed at myself, feeling like a schoolkid looking up some girl’s dress. Hell, that’s exactly what I was doing! I saw the bottom hem of her lacey white silky panties; lace trimming disappearing at the juncture of her crotch. This lady enjoyed her lingerie. Leah wasn’t sure what it was that told her something was amiss. Probably the draft at the back of her legs ‒ but something told her that something was going on in the tent. At first she thought it might be Alice back again…….. but it was different from that. Her immediate reaction was fear….. but maybe it was nothing…… then….. she grinned to herself. Maybe it WAS something. Maybe her husband had followed her and decided to play a prank on her ‒ maybe, but that didn’t seem like him. But then, you never know. Maybe it was her old college boyfriend who knew she was coming here. Sure, like her, he was married too, but you never know what he’d come up with. He was fun, and she was hoping to run into him, at least for a chance to chat. At least. Her attention was brought back to the booth as a young girl got a ticket from her dad and gave it to Joan. Grabbing a pie ‒ she used both hands to try to throw it, and missed by several feet. She got a second one, tried one-handed, and got closer. They turned to leave, and Leah realized with a start that someone was in the tent with her, was touching her buttocks. I watched her jerk, and realized that someone had thrown a pie at her. Her breasts moved marvelously with her movements. As she straightened herself up, I gently rested my hand on her upturned buttocks….. right as she jerked again. I left my hand there, feeling the warmth of her, and the softness of her body. Leah stopped, concentrated her thoughts on her buttocks. Yes, there was a pressure there. Firm, unmoving. She thought for a moment ‒ she could cry out, pull back into the tent and confront whoever it was…….. or…… she could just stay as she was and see what developed. Her mind raced with possibilities….. who….. why…… what….. Thinking back to her entry to the tent she knew there was a degree of privacy ‒ but only a little. And she knew, all she had to do was scream, and whoever it was would be apprehended. So, whoever it was, obviously khat her purse was inside, but they would new her. Maybe? She remembered her promise to herself to throw caution to the wind this weekend…. To play and enjoy herself. To laugh…. Taking a quick inventory ‒ she remembered that her purse was at her side. It would have been gone already if theft was the goal. Her clothes were….. HER CLOTHES ! She realized that she had taken off her bra and was just wearing a T-shirt. This brought a big smile ‒ “Well I hope they get a good look!” she thought….. and was surprised to feel her nipples stiffen just a bit. She made up her mind to wait and see….. She called out to a passing couple to throw a pie at her. I knew she felt my hand on her. I felt her start for a moment. Then stillness. Then I heard her call out to someone ‒ egging them on to come throw a pie. I relaxed ‒ if she was going to scream, she would have done it already. But you never know. Emboldened ‒ I moved my hand across her buttocks, feeling the warm flesh. Molding it beneath my fingers. Gripping gently. Running my hands freely over her. I saw a chair in the corner, pulled it over to her side and sat down. This put my head at about the same as hers outside the tent…… and at a much better level to appreciate the woman in front of me. From here I was able to reach down and run my hand up under her skirt. Leah felt the hands. They were squeezing her ass… fondling her. It wasn’t really arousing ‒ it seemed more funny, maybe a little erotic. It definitely had her mind racing as she wondered who was back there. There was a pause…… then the hand was back…. Low on her leg….. slowly sliding up her calf… along the back of her thigh. Now this was getting interesting. Sort of a tickling sensation as the fingers worked their way up…. Higher and higher. She found her voice caught in her throat ‒ cleared it ‒ and called out to people again. Felt the hand continue its upward journey. The hand came to rest on her ass cheek, hot through the silk panties. She thought, and remembered which ones she wore, was glad it was a nice pair. What a crazy thought. The hand touched her boldly, pressing and probing the crack of her ass…. Teasing along the line of the panties. Then…. She felt it grip the waistband….. and slowly tug them downward. They stuck, and a second hand joined the first, running up the front of her skirt, gripping the panties from the front. One hand in back, the other in front, she felt the smooth material slide downward, breaking free of their grip on her body. She felt the elastic of the panties tight on her thighs, as the sensation moved ever downward. Then they were gone. I was surprised that the panties came off so easily, a testimony to good clothing. Doesn’t have to grip to stay in place. Lying in a pile at her feet, draped across the tops of her short boots, she looked delightful. There is something so erotic about knowing that a woman is naked under her clothing, vulnerable to you. Knowing that you made her that way. I tapped the right boot and she lifted it, obviously understanding my intent. Then the other and the panties were mine. I stuffed them in a pants pocket and turned my attention back to her. Leah felt the breeze on her most sensitive parts. Realized with a start that she was getting wet ‒ surprised because she hadn’t thought this little adventure to be particularly sexy. Her thoughts were focused on the activity behind her, and didn’t notice that a young couple had purchased tickets, and the young man was about to throw a pie. She saw it coming, but couldn’t move her head fast enough, and the pie grazed her forehead, dripping whipped cream down her cheek. Her attention now focused ‒ there was no way she could avoid the next, which hit her on her already creamy cheek. She looked through her tousled creamy hair, and watched the young man pick out a prize, and realized that the hands were taking new liberties. I watched her jerk, knew she had been a target again. That meant another pie would be coming, so I timed my movements with her…… brought my left hand to her crotch as the pie struck. My hand rested on the inside of her thigh…. At her crotch…. My thumb moving through her pubic hair. Nice, light hair. I traced the length of her lips and felt a dampness. Moved my hand tighter against her and molded it to her shape. It was a tight fit ‒ so I tapped the hand back and forth between her thighs….. Smart woman ‒ she knew what I wanted and spread her legs a bit. A few more taps and she spread even more. I liked this woman! Joan was wiping her face when she felt the taps at her crotch. It was only a minor adjustment to spread her legs….. Then came the second set of taps….. and she spread her legs as wide as she could and still keep balance. The hand came back to her…. Stroked her pussy…… traced a line along her slit…. Back…. Toyed a second at her anus…. Then up to the top of her crack. Then the fingers came back down… stopped and toyed again….. and moved forward all the way along her labia….. continued and came in contact with her clit. There the fingers probed, toyed with her sensitive button… she felt them slide up inside her, just slightly, and bring back her juices to her clit. And stroke….. ever so gently….. ever so teasingly…… just a whisper of a touch…. Then more firmly…. Then softly…. Lingering…. Then gone…. Then back again somewhere else. She was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on the fair and shout to people. With her legs spread wide ‒ my fingers had complete access to her. She was surprisingly wet ‒ was beginning to move with my hand ‒ trying to control the sensations. My hand, up under her skirt, was getting soaked with her juices. I could feel her heat. With my other hand I reached over and grabbed the hem of the skirt…. Pulled it up, and piled it on the small of her back. I marveled as her flesh came into view ‒ soft and white with freckles. Smooth. Tender. A lovely ass ‒ protruding back for me ‒ for whatever I wanted to do with it. Evil thoughts crossed my mind, wondering what it would look like, what it would feel like, how it would respond after a sound reddening. How her tender skin would be hot to the touch and oh so sensitive. Noises out front caught my attention, caused me to look that way, and I saw her nipples sticking through the T-shirt. Hard, reaching out for attention. Continuing to work at her pussy, to slide fingers through and along her slit, to slip them inside and use her juices as lubricant for my play…. I reached up with my other hand and grasped the nipple nearest me. Feeling the cool breeze on the backs of her legs…. Feeling the skirt pulled atop her waist ‒ gave Leah a feeling of delicious vulnerability. Hadn’t she kept quiet when it started? Hadn’t she lifted her legs so he could pull off her panties? Hadn’t she spread her legs TWICE to give him access to her moist core? Hadn’t she moved to make it easier for him? Oh God ‒ and now ‒ he is pinching the nipple ‒ sending sparks of feeling through the rest of her. Then she felt the hand leave her nipple… travel to the bottom of the T-shirt…. And lift it towards her head. She felt it catch on her breasts ‒ felt the material scrape across the ultra sensitive nubs… felt her breasts spring free when the hem of the shirt was clear of them. She felt his hand move to the back of the shirt ‒ sliding it up to be bunched at her neck. And she felt the decadent freedom of her breasts as they swung free ‒ all while that maddening hand continued to torment her pussy… sliding fingers in and out… pinching her clit….. pressing and toying with her anus…… then starting all over. It seemed his fingers were everywhere. I liked the look of her breasts as they hung there for me. Reached up and cupped one, feeling the nipple bury its way into my palm. Grasping it, feeling its weight, squeezing and caressing. I wondered if I could make her cum this way ‒ then laughed at myself ‒ wondering what people on the other side of the tent would think. I wondered at how sensitive her ass might be, she seemed to swoon a bit when I played there. She was definitely ready for fucking ‒ her ass looked great stuck in the air as it was. But, maybe I’ll bring her along a little more first. I want her to be good and hot when I stick it in. Leah felt herself beginning to lose composure. The hands were moving faster ‒ sliding in and out of her. She wondered how many fingers he was using. And the hand at her breasts ‒ teasing, tickling, grabbing, pinching ‒ sudden sharp pain in the nipples as he dug his fingernails in ‒ followed by soft touches and tingles along the flesh as he traced his fingers. She didn’t even notice the young couple come up to the counter and buy a ticket. She saw them ‒ but it didn’t register. The hands moved faster…. Going deeper and deeper into her…. Spreading her then leaving her empty. She felt her juices drip down the inside of her thigh. The first pie missed… and somewhat brought Leah back…….. Then the fingers did something new, she didn’t know what ‒ but it felt sooooo gooood. She managed a smile at the couple and was again lost. She thought of what she must look like. Her head stuck in another room, another world. Her body, naked and free ‒ open and vulnerable. Defenseless against the onslaught of…. Of…… Oh God, she didn’t even know who it was. Some unknown person was having their way with her, and she was helpless…. No she was letting it happen….. no she was wanting it. She was wallowing and swept away by the wantonness of it all. It was like the two sides of who she was ‒ one side shown to the world ‒ and another lost in debauched passion. In lust. In animalistic hunger. Some unknown person had his hands all over her, right here in public with everyone around, right under their noses. Someone was using her, toying with her, bringing her to life. Smack. That pie caught her directly in the face ‒ but somehow it didn’t matter. The gooey cream dripping off her face reminded her of sperm, like a hundred men had come on her face and it dripped slowly off. She licked ‒ and tasted the sweetness ‒ the gooey goodness ‒ the sweet male taste that her mind imagined. The hands worked faster on her….. bringing her closer. Oh No ! I’m gonna cum. Right here in front of everybody ‒ and I’m not going to be able to keep from screaming. She fought the urge ‒ fought with all her soul. And yet the hands continued their work. And her body continued to respond. Joan approached her with a soft damp cloth, to clean her face. Grateful for the cream to hide her face, Leah turned to Joan for the cleansing. Joan was gentle, caring, and warm. The warm cloth smoothed across Leah’s face…. A soft caress with a warm cloth…. Added to the erotic feeling. Leah felt herself being ravaged in one world and nurtured in another. She felt the soft goodness of Joan and the savage debasement of her body all at the same time. She felt herself loved and cared for and at the same time used and exploited. Adoration and lust. It was too much for her and she felt herself begin the final acceleration toward an inevitable orgasm. A fleeting thought was what it would be like or Joan as she held Leah’s face in her hands ‒ as she screamed out her satisfaction. “Joan, it’s me, Doris. I’m here for my shift.” The words heard off in the distance ‒ rocked through Leah’s soul. It was the next shift, who would be coming back into the tent and would see her and whoever was there with her. Panic gripped her. She heard Joan say “Glad to see you’re here. Leah is going off duty ‒ you’re on in 10 minutes. All you have to do is stick your head through the hole and smile at people. Maybe call them some names to egg them on. The entrance to the booth is in back, it’s a covered tent so you’ll have some privacy to change out of those nice clothes.” I was worried when the first pie hit her, thought it might break the mood. But nope ‒ she kept on humping my hand. Then I think the next one hit her square ‒ made her jump ‒ I swear I thought she was going to impale herself on my hand. She definitely ground back against it ‒ it felt like she was about to have an orgasm right at that moment. I got a bit concerned when the girl out front started cleaning her face ‒ but that just seemed to make her hotter. Then the next chick showed up. That was it ‒ I didn’t need her walking in on us. I gave her a couple more thrusts with my hands, pinched her nipple goodbye. And pulled her clothes back in place. I really hated to hide that nice flesh, but then I had other plans. Turning to leave I saw her clothes bag, with her bra on top. I grabbed the bra, and slipped through the flaps. Kinda pissed ‒ I had a hard-n that would break a diamond ‒ and her ass looked so good. Better safe than sorry. I went off to watch from afar. End Part 1 Leah felt her clothes fall back in place as Doris rounded the corner to the back of the tent. She feverishly reached back to make sure everything would look right. She wondered if Doris ran into the “mystery man.” It was a moment later that she felt Doris tap her on the shoulder. Standing upright, she turned away from Doris, unable to face anyone right now ‒ knowing her nipples were hard as rocks and poking through the T-shirt. Looking over she saw that Doris was just sticking her head through the hole, settling into the position. “The Position”. She looked down at Doris, wearing tight jeans and a tank top ‒ visualized how she must have looked just moments ago, nearly naked bent over like that. She sould still feel his fingers on her nipples, saw just how easy it was for him to have access to them. Even Doris, not as busty, looked erotic with her breasts hanging loose in her tank top. And the way her ass stuck out…….. “Oh God” she thought. I must be turned on if that skinny chick is looking sexy to me. Pulling the T-shirt over her head she worked as fast as she could to get dressed….. but her bra was missing. Digging through the bag she felt her naked breasts bouncing into each other as she dug…. Reminding her of her state… her nakedness and her arousal. Everything seemed just a bit confusing. No panties either, that bastard must have them. Pulling her camisole over her head, she adjusted her breasts…. Then pulled on the blouse. As she buttoned it she noted that her nipples were still hard ‒ still begging for release. That realization somehow seemed to make them even more turgid. But they would settle down soon, she knew that. As she turned to walk out she felt the breeze on the juices dripping down the inside of her thighs ‒ which reminded her of her that she was naked under the skirt. She didn’t mind not wearing underwear ‒ but usually around the house and only when it was her decision. Pulling at the flap. She left the tent. Nervous….. where was he? Who was he? She walked to the aisle in front of the counter…. Looked both directions, didn’t see anyone who seemed to be “the one”. Walking slowly, looking around, she sought him out. As she walked she felt her labia, still blood engorged, a bit tender from his hands. Distracting. Purse in one hand, clothes bag in the other, she searched faces. Looked at men as they passed. Watched how they looked at her. Who was he? Which one of these…. She trembled. Someone out here had been with her. Had undressed her. Had toyed with her like she was a common slut. Had exploited her helplessness and used her. Someone out here ‒ was probably watching her right now ‒ watching her search and seek and worry ‒ someone out here KNEW. And she didn’t know who that was. Peering into the faces, watching men of all ages and all sizes and all races ‒ she realized just how helpless she was. What if he looked at her ID and knew who she was? What if he took pictures and did something terrible with them ‒ like post them on the Internet? What if he came to her some night and….. Worried thoughts accompanied her ‒ and there was something else. A bull of a man ‒ probably an ex-football player passed ‒ and as she looked at him, she wondered. Wondered if it had been him who used her ‒ wondered what it would have been like if he had just taken her in his strong arms…… Then there was the tall black man….. and she wondered how he might have looked…. His dark skin against hers. And there was the fat truck driver who leered at her as her passed ‒ what if he had his grubby hands on her? Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she began looking anew. This way, down that aisle, in that line… And her mind went back to relive the scene. She shuddered. She had let it happen. She had dared him. She said nothing ‒ even helped him. And ‒ something long dormant was awake. There was a delicious debauched feeling to the whole thing. She had been helpless. She let herself be vulnerable ‒ let him have his way. She had experienced two worlds at the same time ‒ the wholesome activity of the fair on one side of the curtain ‒ while behind the curtain unspeakable and unseen things were being done to her. On one side of the curtain she was a proper volunteer for her charity while at the same time her body was leaking fluids of arousal ‒ was being mauled by some unknown man ‒ was being prepared to be surrendered like a lamb at the sacrifice. The thought made her shudder. The thoughts clouded her reasoning….. As she walked, she noticed that more men were staring at her ‒ at her chest. Looking down she realized suddenly ‒ that her erotic thoughts had brought her nipples back to attention ‒ they pushed through the camisole and made points, hard dramatic points, against her blouse. A moment of minor embarrassment, then anger. Her abuse seemed to continue ‒ even now. As she pulled her purse up to shield herself ‒ she saw, standing against a pole ‒ a man. She knew ‒ just intuitively knew ‒ it was him. Bald, white goatee ‒ black sleeveless shirt ‒ she knew. It was the look in his eye; knowing. It was the slight smirk; amused. It was that he was stopped, 20 feet away, just watching her ‒ not leering, but watching. He made no effort to hide his gaze. And, in his hand, he held a piece of while silk cloth. Even at this distance, she knew what they were. Turning to face him directly, Leah walked quickly and purposely at him, swinging her bags as she went. Each step increasing her intent. Each step bringing a new emotion to the surface. She could feel her breath quicken as she approached, could feel the wind in her face and the fire in her build. I had watched the new girl go in the tent and waited for Leah to come out. She did, looked around ‒ and wandered through the crowd. I followed her ‒ saw that she had no idea who she was looking for. I couldn’t tell if she was pissed or not, but I do have to say ‒ to me it was very sexy. To watch her seek me out, not knowing who I was. Knowing what she looked like under that skirt, that there was nothing under it now. Remembering her taste when I brought her juices to my mouth on my hand. There is nothing as arousing to me than to know a woman is excited. That she is naked and vulnerable to me. That I have the freedom to see how high I can take her stimulation ‒ find out what really, at a deep level, brings out the wanton side of her. Perhaps I am a bit of a voyeur ‒ I love to watch her excitement. To smell it. To taste it. To hear it. To feel it. To watch her squirm. To take her to that level and then show her how to please me. To release her, so she can bring me pleasure. And to share my pleasure with her. Somehow ‒ I felt all of this with this woman, Leah; who I had never met, at least not face to face. A fine woman by appearance, behind the curtain she was something else. There are two sides to her, maybe more. Some things I knew from our time together, she has a submissive streak. Like her curtain experience ‒ it’s probably not something she shows the world. But it’s there. And she is hungry. Eager. And very very sexual. I watched her as she scanned the crowd. Moved to a new position in front of her…. And watched her approach. This time there seemed to be something different in her look. Her eyes drifted more. I saw her look at some bulky college ‒ she seemed to feast her eyes on his size. And there was the black guy ‒ I swear she stared at his crotch. Then the fat trucker ‒ funny, she shuddered at something she thought ‒ but it had an effect. I noticed that her nipples were hard again ‒ pressed against her blouse. She was excited. Still? Again? Didn’t matter. Her nibs were evidence enough for me. Unconsciously I pulled her panties from my pocket, whiffed them, and toyed with them in front of me. Felt the silky wisp of material. That’s when she saw me. There was no question in her eyes ‒ they blazed at me. Her gaze dropped to the cloth in my hands and she cam directly for me…. Stomping her boots into the ground with each step. Her energy forced its way before her ‒ I could feel her coming at me. Her focus was intense. And I couldn’t help but notice ‒ with a bag in each hand ‒ her breasts were gloriously free to bounce on their own, To swing back and forth. Those nubs poking at her blouse, moving up and down and back and forth with each step. Wildly jiggling. What a sight, and she was totally oblivious. I couldn’t help but smile, which was probably what pissed her off. Leah crossed the twenty feet between them in fast purposeful steps, and as she neared him ‒ he smiled. Fury swept through her. Intense emotion ‒ a mixture of her anger, frustration, pent up desire, embarrassment, and pride. Emotions made her see red as she walked up to him ‒ stopped inches from his face ‒ defiantly looked up at him and shouted at the top of her lungs “GIVE ME MY FUCKING UNDERWEAR!” It’s amazing how loud a silence can be. Everyone within shouting distance stopped what they were doing and looked at the couple, her with damp hair standing face to face looking up at the bald man. Somewhere in the distance the sound of the fair could be heard ‒ but it too seemed subdued. Silence. Leah heard her words echo back at her ‒ probably all the way from the Grand Canyon. “Oh my God.” She stammered and her face began to turn red. Gone was the anger. Gone was the<b> fury. </font></b>In its place was a rush of embarrassment and horror. Staring in his face she saw him smile; warm and sweet, not mocking. He reached out his arms to enfold her, and she let herself be engulfed, trying to hide from the world that stared at them. It seemed to hit them both at the same moment. The lunacy. The ridiculous circumstances. The hideous dark humor behind what everyone must be thinking. The craziness. And they both started laughing. Together. With each other ‒ huge wracking peals of gut wrenching laughter, heads buried in each others’ shoulders ‒ side splitting laughter. She felt him lift his head as though to talk to someone, and heard him say “It’s OK, it’s an inside joke between 2 old friends.” And the crowd started their own noise again. It was only slightly awkward, for her to step back and hold out her hand; he placed the panties in them. Leah looked up at him and said “What about the bra?” His response was “You’ll have to have a drink with me to get that back. I like the view.” With that they retreated to a nearby food court. She sat at a table while he brought back ice tea for them both. Conversation flowed easily between them. They each noticed that the other wore a wedding band, and spoke freely of who they were. He learned that she was only in town for the weekend for the fair, working for her charity. She found out that he lived in Hawaii. His mother had passed recently, and he was taking a motorcycle tour through the area on his way to visit an old Navy buddy on the Jersey coast. Just passing through. Laughter punctuated the talk. He found her to be very sharp. Very sure of herself. Confident and self assured. Not quite what he expected. She found him to be warm and insightful. Intelligent yet not too full of himself. Confident and humble at the same time. Definitely not what she expected. Leah looked at her new friend sitting across the table from her. It was strange she thought. An hour ago this man was taking incredible liberties with her, actually had her bra hidden somewhere, yet here they were talking about everything but sex. She felt the sexual energy between them ‒ but somehow at the moment it was something that was understood between them ‒ something that was felt and didn’t need trite acknowledgement. I looked at this lady across from me. Wondered what it was that made me follow her into the tent. Her eyes sparkled when she talked ‒ she seemed so alive. My natural predatory instincts were focused on her, like a lion about to pounce ‒ but this felt like an experience to be savored. He presence warmed me in many ways, and I looked forward to wallowing in it. I felt my imagination begin to think of the possibilities. And felt myself begin to stiffen at the thoughts. Leah startled and looked at her watch. “Oh Damn ‒ I have another shift at the booth. I have to get going. Can I have my bra?” I looked at her, smiled and asked “Can I see you later?” I watched as she smiled and said “Yeah, I’ll be done in an hour.” My response was “Maybe I’ll give it back to you then.” I watched as she stood and turned to leave. She turned back at me and smiled sweetly. I couldn’t resist ‒ and said “Maybe I’ll stop by and visit the booth.” Her eyes sparkled, her smile widened, and she was gone. I watched her walk away, wished I was in front of her so I could see her breasts. End Part 2 The words echoed through Leah’s head all the way back to the booth “Maybe I’ll stop by and visit the booth.” Her breath quickened and she remembered the feelings from earlier. “Maybe I’ll stop by and visit the booth.” When she got there she saw that Doris had a busier time than her, based on the amount of whipped cream under her face. She made contact with Joan and went to the back, through the flaps. She was greeted by the sight of Doris’s butt ‒ straining inside her tight jeans; was reminded of how erotic a pose it was. Saw Doris clutching at the wood bar beneath the hole where her head disappeared, thought that it seemed she was holding onto the top of a bed’s headboard. What a crazy thought. Moving a bit to the side she saw that some of the cream had seeped through the hole ‒ the front of Doris’s tank top was sticky wet. Her tank top clung to her small pet breasts… the sticky drying cream oozing down between her breasts reminded Leah once again of….. Leah sat down on the wooden chair, set her clothes bag on her lap. She dug in, pulled out T-shirt she wore earlier…. And stopped. Glancing at Doris, she watched a drip of cream work its way down Doris’s throat…. Down her upper chest…. And disappear between her breasts under her top. Leah set down the bag, a smile creeping across her face. She placed the panties he had removed, into the bag. They would be just fine there. Standing up she put the blouse once again on the peg on the pole. She would just wear the camisole. She liked the silk against her skin. She knew it would probably be ruined….. and she also knew how it looked, cupping her breasts, held by very thin spaghetti straps. She didn’t need to look, she could feel her nipples tauten, and looked anyway. Smiling, she tapped Doris on the shoulder. Sticking her head through the hole ‒ the memories came flooding back. She had been here before ‒ displaying a goody goody face to the world; but back, behind the curtain….. Watching people amble by. Calling out to them. And all the time ‒ she kept looking ‒ hoping to see Jerry. See his bald head, his flashing hazel eyes. Calling out to the crowd, ever watching…… almost hopeful. Watching. Ready. Hopeful. And wondering. Without thinking she adjusted her stance, spreading her legs a bit…. Remembering before. The action caused a draft, and she felt cool air across her sex. Reminded her she was nude. Alone, back there. Helpless. Vulnerable Open and available. She shuddered. It was probably fifteen minutes into her hour before she felt him. Only one person had thrown pies, and barely grazed her. Fifteen long torturous minutes where her imagination thought she felt him, thought she heard him. Fifteen minutes of her mind playing games with her ‒ bringing back memories and feelings. And then ‒ suddenly, she felt her skirt suddenly lifted atop her again ‒ a rush of motion, not softly like before ‒ then the most wonderfully sensuous touch. She knew what it was. I watched her walk away ‒ waited a few minutes, and then headed that way. I took my time, found myself enjoying the sight of the young sweeties out strutting their stuff. Normally the young ones don’t do much for me, and today I was struck by how hard they tried to look sexy. There was one brunette who was gorgeous, but then she looked like she didn’t know it, which is probably why she appealed to me so much. In my mind, I was the lion stalking my lamb. There was no question what my intent was. I stayed out of sight from Leah, but was able to see she was in place. I circled the tent and entered through the flaps. There she was. Ass sticking out at me ‒ looking so delectable. I saw right away that she didn’t have the T-shirt on and went for a closer look. Her breasts filled the camisole. It had a bit of a bustier built into it, but not much. Not the type with a built-in bra ‒ just the same light silk encasing her breasts. They swung freely within the cloth and I was taken by the darkness at her cleavage. I could see the nubs of her nipples, partially hard, and slight color from her areolas. Walking around her, I inspected my captive. I saw her panties sitting on top, inside her clothes bag. It seemed that she had left it open on purpose. My willing captive. Pulling the chair directly behind her, I sat down. My head was even with her buttocks, I could smell her musky scent. Reaching down, I grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it quickly up and over, onto the small of her back. I the grabbed the front of each thigh and pulled my head forward, burying my face in her crotch from behind. My nose was against her anus, my mouth even with her labia ‒ lips touching hers. My tongue shot out and began to lick her sensitive lips. The sudden motion shocked her, I felt her jerk… and settle. Plunging through her pubic hair, my tongue pushed its way against her skin…. tasting and licking. Swirling and darting. Mixing my saliva with her juices it found inside. My lips devoured hers ‒ squeezed and pushed them. I used my teeth to nip at her pussy, grabbed her pubic hairs between them and pulled. I pushed my head harder and stuck my tongue inside her. Leah felt the hands grab her thighs…. Felt the pressure behind her and was unsure, until the tongue made contact. She glanced around nervously, making sure that nobody saw her jump, saw the surprised expression ‒ and then again called out feebly for someone to throw a pie at her. She closed her eyes for a moment, surrendering to the sensation, and then opened them again to watch the world go by. I continued to lick ‒ to chew on the savory flesh. Felt her fluids begin to flow…. Felt her hips undulate just a bit. It seemed that she was pushing back against me just a bit, becoming bolder and excited. I pulled my hands from her thighs and began to tease her legs… running them up and down the length. Teasing her behind her knees. Pinching and grabbing ‒ all the while keeping at her with my mouth. I found a very sensitive spot on the back of her upper thigh, just above the knee ‒ and tickled it mercilessly. Felt her try to drop her bottom to stop it ‒ but I held her in place with my mouth. Then, with one hand, I slowly started the trek up her inner thigh. Pinching my way ‒ grabbing and groping her inner thigh flesh…. As the hand made its way closer and closer to her pussy. It was getting hard for Leah to concentrate. More than anything she wanted to just close her eyes ‒ yield to the growing arousal. The earlier frustration seemed to arise within her, adding to the current passion. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she feared being interrupted again, not being allowed release. Her sense of helplessness was increased because she could do nothing to speed that completion ‒ or even ensure it. That fear fed her arousal ‒ made her want to cum that much more; her fear of being denied again. The tongue and lips were doing marvelous things to her. She held the image in her mind of what it might look like, him behind her with her head stuck out the hole. She was reminded of pictures of women in old New England, in wooden stocks. She remembered when she first thought about how titillating that seemed ‒ to be publicly held like that ‒ and anybody could come up and do whatever they wanted to you. “Oh God” The memory, and that thought ‒ took her imagination to another level ‒ her fire even hotter. Those women in the stocks, what they must have felt like; and now she knew. The hand was working its way up her thigh, she could feel it. What would it feel like when it joined the tongue…….. I felt something change. It was as if she suddenly started flowing more freely ‒ she bent over further to give me better access. I wondered what was going through her mind, what set her off like that. My hand finally reached her wet soppy pussy, and I ground it against her roughly. Stuck a finger inside her, easily, so I pulled it out and used two. That seemed a good fit, stretched the walls of her vagina, yet slid in and out easily. I twisted them, then began sawing them in and out of her. I pulled my head away from her, my neck stiffening from the angle. And as I sat back, I realized my neck wasn’t the only stiff thing. Sitting back, I had a great view if her ass. Her puckered anus was right before my eyes. From this angle I could continue to play with her pussy comfortably… and kept shoving my fingers in and out of her. My hand was wet with her juices. Her hips moved in time with my hands. Leah felt the hand reach her ‒ grope and brab at her ‒ pinch at her roughly. It wasn’t tender ‒ it was animalistic and somewhat savage. Savage ‒ that word came to her and stuck. She was being taken by a savage. She was a helpless heroine kidnapped and by a savage. She was powerless to stop him. Imaginary scenes flashed before her eyes ‒ in all of them she was being ravaged in some way. The hand continued ‒ gripped her flesh and twisted it. Delectably torturous. She groaned, aloud. She caught herself and looked around to make sure nobody heard her above the fair noise. Joan was busy talking to the man in the next booth. The whole world seemed oblivious to what was happening to her, here right before their eyes. That just made it all seem that much hotter. I glanced around the tent; saw some items that might be fun. A coil of rope, an old wooden ruler, plastic forks, and a cooler with ice and water in it. Reluctantly I removed my hand from her, pulled it to my face, smelled it (heavenly) and licked my fingers clean. Oh, I did like a lot about this lady! Glancing down at my captive, I saw her hips moving back and forth, apparently looking for continued stimulation. I toured the tent, and grabbed some toys. When the hand left her, Leah felt suddenly abandoned. Once again the fear of denial came to her ‒ but more than that she wanted the stimulation back. The contact. The connection with the savage (there was that word again) who would take her, would claim her, would own her. Would keep her safe and would do terrible disgusting things to her. Would make her do despicable degrading things for him ‒ all the while making her worship him. The absence of the stimulation seemed to give her a chance to come back to her world outside the tent. She called out for someone to throw a pie, feebly. But she noticed motion; that someone turned and looked at her. It was the truck driver from earlier, and he recognized her. She saw him look deeper into her flushed face ‒ wondered if he saw her arousal. Wondered if he knew. Looking into his eyes ‒ she saw something there. Cruelty, Meanness. She also saw him grin, like he remembered her braless tits bouncing around, Nipples hard like pencil erasers. He turned and approached the counter, his eyes never leaving hers. He began to talk to Joan. She felt more helpless than ever. And alone. Returning to Leah, I stopped along side her. I grabbed her far hand and pulled it free from the wooden bar. Pushing it down her body, I shoved it between her legs, and cupped it over her pussy with my hand, holding it firmly in place. I squeezed and prodded, and she understood that I wanted her to play with herself. She began moving her fingers on her own, clutching at her wet flesh. Pulling my hand back, I saw her distended nipple pressing against the soft material, and pinched it. She jumped slightly. Taking my new toys, I returned to the chair behind her. What a sight ‒ her fingers slipping between the folds of her lips… wet with her juices… caressing her clit, then back to the folds. I watched her slip a finger inside, move it around, then pull it back out. I looked forward to having her masturbate for me later, hopefully. Leaning back in the chair, I placed my feet between her legs, and shoved them apart slightly. She obeyed ‒ she was getting good at following orders. I looked forward to seeing how good. Legs widely spread, I had a clear view from behind of her fingers working their magic. Fingers that knew her sensitive spots, and how to tease them. I wondered if she would make herself cum, then decided that she probably couldn’t chance it. Smiled to myself over her frustrating luscious anguish. I picked up the ruler. I thought about spanking her, reddening her bottom so that it was more sensitive, but knew my hand would make too much sound. So, the ruler. Later I would spank her for being such a slut, but for now, the ruler would add a new sensation just fine. I began smacking it against her cheek rapidly. Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack. Each time moving it just a tiny bit, to find a new tender part of her ass. Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack. Her fingers kept working at her, and I felt her jump. Somebody had thrown a pie. Leah watched the scroungy trucker pay Joan for some pies. He never took his eyes off hers… there was a malevolent hunger there. It was not pleasant. She felt fear. He was not to be trusted. That was when she felt her hand grasped, pulled from the wooden bar that had been her support. Unseen forces behind her moved her hand down,,, past her belly to her crotch. The contact was welcome ‒ she suddenly felt less alone. The force moved her hand to her crotch, covered her hand ‒ and began to squeeze. The action forced her fingers between her wet lips, scraped her clit. She understood, and began to caress herself. Slid her fingers through her core, where they had played so many times before. It was hard at first ‒ reaching down and playing with herself ‒ up until now she had been a complete victim, a hapless injured party. But now, she suddenly felt like she was putting on a show, even though it couldn’t be seen; was performing for this dreadful evil man who was about to throw pies at her. Then ‒ a flash of pain. Her eyes opened wide in surprise ‒ as stinging sensations began to cover first one buttock, then another. Flashes of rapid tingles of hot sensation that took her attention away from her world in front. That made her miss the fact that the dirty trucker had hurled a pie directly at her face. The pie struck, stuck at her face for a moment, and slid off. Leah closed her eyes to keep the cream away ‒ and welcomed that she had an excuse. The sparks of pain at her ass continued. A heat began to build at her ass. Her eyes closed ‒ she waited for the second pie. Waited. The force returned and gripped her hand, and she realized that she had stopped her masturbation when the pie struck. Sliding her fingers again, she continued the motions. And still the pain in her buttocks spread. Warmth encompassing almost the entire area of her cheeks. Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack Smack smack smack smack smack smack smack The warmth grew. The pain was turning into something else. Some sort of heat ‒ some sort of hyper sensation. Some sort of intense erotic pleasurable stimulation. As she worked her fingers in and out, sliding through the inner reaches of her tender pussy, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm approaching. It seemed all wrong ‒ yet something she would be unable to stop. Behind her closed eyes she felt the build. Jerry felt her twitch. It was different from her other movements, assumed that she was building to an orgasm. Keeping the ruler going, he watched her fingers digging harshly at her tender flesh. This just wouldn’t do. He wanted to be inside her when she came, wanted to feel her heat on his cock. Wanted to feel her muscles contract around his shaft, watch his erection stab in and out of her as she squealed her pleasure. Call him old fashioned ‒ but especially with this woman, he wanted to fuck her to orgasm. He reached around, grabbed her hand, and made her return it to the wooden bar. Setting down the ruler, he looked approvingly at the bright red ass in front of him. Her juices dripped from her pussy, gaping open from the wide spread of her legs. This was hot ! She was hot, and he had no idea what was going on, on the other side of the curtain. Didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was this hot wanton flesh that was his to do with as he wanted. And he knew what was next. Leah’s ass was on fire. It was burning and ever so sensitive. And she was so close ‒ hidden behind her closed eyes, behind the screen of whipped cream ‒ she agonized for the orgasm that was only a few strokes away. Just a few….. And her hand was yanked away….. pulled back up to where it started ‒ at that bar beneath her neck. She felt the soft warm cloth that Joan used to wipe her face. Two pies had struck her directly; they didn’t hurt, but it seemed like she was covered in wet gooey mess. She felt the cloth wipe across her eyes, pause, then wipe there again. She felt the goo trickle down her neck… down her upper chest… and she thought of Doris. Wondered if Jerry was watching the goo creep toward her breasts. Joan cleaned the rest of her face ‒ and returned to her eyes again. Finally cleared, she opened them. She wished she hadn’t. There was that nasty man, that crusty trucker, ready to buy more pies. “Oh please”, she thought, “not you again.” That was the moment she felt a hand return to her wet sensitive pussy. Another hand gripped a buttock, and sparks of electric pain shot through her ‒ sparks that somehow seemed to meet with the hand manipulating her tender vagina. She felt fingers enter her, swish around. She looked at the dirty man standing at the counter. Joan was busy talking to the man next door again He grinned an evil grin at her. And then….. Jerry grasped her hot ass. Squeezed. Ran his hand across the red flesh ‒ it seemed hot to his touch. Pulling his fingers from her wetness, he placed one against her puckered anus, and pressed. Harder… and the finger, lubricated by her juices, slipped in to the first knuckle. He felt her jerk, reacting to his finger. He twisted it… played it in and out slightly, and pressed again. Pop ‒ to the second knuckle. Letting her get used to it ‒ he then pressed again… and found that she was adapting easily, had loosened her sphincter after the initial surprise, and soon he had a finger all the way in. Leah watched the man with pleading eyes. It was as if he liked the look ‒ liked to see her plead. Liked to see her discomfort. His eyes blazed, and she saw him glance at Joan, distracted with the man next door, then reach down to his crotch. As it arrived there, Leah followed his hand, realized that he was hard ‒ his bulge pushing at the front of his pants. She was distracted by the dirty man in front of her and was suddenly shocked to feel a pressure at her asshole. The entry surprised her and she started, opening her mouth in a surprised “OH”. The dirty trucker squeezed his cock at her face ‒ in an obscene gesture; and Leah knew that her shocked “OH” had been mistaken for an invitation. “Fuck,” she thought. “This is gonna get bad.” End Part 3 I looked at the sight inches from my eyes. Two flaming red cheeks, my finger buried deep in her ass. The other hand on that hot flesh, squeezing and rubbing. I knew that all of her sensory attention was focused back here, and wondered what was going on out front. She had been pied a few minutes ago, but it was quiet now. My throbbing erection was calling to me ‒ it was begging for release too. Dropping my hand from her cheek, I brought it back up to her sopping wetness ‒ her labia felt full and slick with her juices. I rubbed her clit and she wiggled, obviously very sensitive. I liked that ‒ and continued for a moment. Timing my motions, I moved both hands together, squeezing her clit as I slid the finger into her ass. Then releasing her clit, as I slowly pulled the finger out. Squeeze and in…… release and out. I ran my fingers between her tender lips and down to the opening of her vagina…. And began to finger fuck her in unison, in her ass and her pussy…. Wriggling both fingers ‒ having them touch each other across the thin membrane inside. Twisted each just a bit…. And continued to use both hands on her. Leah looked at the disgusting man ‒ and he stared back at her. He still gripped his bulge in his hand, squeezing and stroking it through his pants. She found herself alternating between his eyes ‒ ablaze at the sight of her ‒ and his hand ‒ gripping and grabbing himself. Back there, in her other world, her ass was on fire ‒ was an inferno of feeling. But the maddening feeling ‒ the center of her sensory world ‒ was something moving in and out of her ass, probably a finger. Small enough to be comfortable, large enough to affect her. animated ‒ she could feel it alive and moving around within her. Her nerve endings there had come alive with a life of their own ‒ reveling in the friction from the finger. It was as if she could feel every nuance of it, every knuckle, every wrinkle. The movement in her ass was steady…. Slow and sensual…. And she felt the heated presence of his hand, back there, as it dropped from her ass cheek. Felt it wander down to a thigh…. Then back up the inside of her thigh. Anticipation of its target gripped her, and she wiggled a bit. Then it was there…. Something, his hand, mauling at her sensitive loins. Oooooohhhh… it pressed, then encircled, her full clit. Stroked it….. stroked and pressed it in time with the finger in her ass. Squished it as the finger dug deeper into her anus…. Barely tickled it as the sensation withdrew. Time seemed to be standing still ‒ all that mattered was the sensation behind her, and she closed her eyes for a moment to savor it. Her eyes stayed closed as she felt the fingers at her pussy slip between the folds of her lips. Could feel every tinge of feeling as they slipped inside. Could feel them moving ‒ infuriatingly ‒ in time with the sensation in her tight hole. Felt them try to meet within her ‒ having a little battle as they reached out to each other, deep within her. Behind her closed eyes she visualized ‒ that she was being assaulted. Stuck in those wretched wooden stocks ‒ unable to help herself as men had their way with her. Unable to stop them from plundering both her ass and her pussy. Unable to resist the vile things they were doing to her. Unable to keep herself from responding. In her mind ‒ there were vile evil beings taking her from behind, one in her pussy, one in her ass. Vile, evil, decadent, delicious beings. Her eyes slowly opened, glazed with confusion, with lust, with uncertainty. Through the glaze she saw movement ‒ light against dark. Seemingly throbbing movement. Focusing ‒ she realized that her eyes were coming into focus on a hand ‒ that nasty man’s hand her mind told her, still grabbing at his erection. Still stroking it. She didn’t dare look up at his eyes ‒ he might see what she felt. He might know. The bad man. The nasty dirty man. In the far reaches of her mind, it insanely occurred to her; maybe he was one of them. Maybe he was one of those vile, evil, decadent delicious beings. Maybe he was here for her too. I kept working on her pussy and her ass. She was moving her hips in circles now, in time with me…. Following my every move. Her ass had loosened a bit and I considered a second finger, but didn’t want to interrupt the rhythm. It was intoxicating ‒ her legs widely spread opening her for me. Easy and free access to her most responsive parts ‒ doing whatever I wanted to her ‒ knowing that she had to keep a good face out front. I wondered a bit about the other side of the curtain….. What was she thinking? What was her face telling people? Did anyone know? I knew it was time. Time to bury my hard cock deep in her. Time to fill her. Time to feel her heat surround me. Time to explode within her. Time to have her, to feel her orgasm wash over me, watch it sweep across her. Feel her surrender, her submission. Staring at the evil man’s hand…. Watching it grasp himself through his pants ‒ Leah became mesmerized. The activity on her body was rhythmic, intense ‒ was taking her to heights she had forgotten. There was a perverse feeling of rightness, that this was her lot. And here in front of her, was a part of her lot. The dirty trucker. She saw the outline of the hard cock. Visualized it. Could picture it, gnarled and wicked. In her mind she saw it ‒ gray and ugly ‒ but drawing her to it like the evil in a snake’s eyes. Hideous and dirty, seeping of fluids from its tip. She found herself wishing he would take it out…. Would unzip his pants and pull it free, so she could see it’s atrocious form. Could watch the drop of fluid ooze from the end….. and drip to the ground. Her eyes ‒ seeing only the hard member of the man across the counter ‒ remained focused there. The ravaging of her private parts was reaching a new strength… becoming insistent. Harsher. More savage. Darker. She saw that hideous member ‒ in her mind she saw it pointed at her, held by that gripping hand ‒ aimed at her ‒ moving closer… and closer… She saw it, smelled it, feared it, needed it. Wanted to taste it ‒ wanted that repulsive organ on her lips… to draw it in…. To run her tongue across its crusty length and suck it deep into her. To have him grip her head between his hands and shove it deep…. And to feels and taste the sticky gooey sperm as he released into her. She wanted that, needed that. To be debased all at once by the evil beings attacking her. MY need was too great to wait any longer ‒ I wasn’t sure when her shift was over, how much time I had left. I knew I wouldn’t last long ‒ all the playing ‒ watching her respond and get aroused ‒ had excited me more than any time I could remember. Her smell filled the tent. The squishing sounds of my hands in her seemed as loud as the fair sounds. Her body was heaving in its arousal. Reluctantly I pulled my hand from her nether regions, and unzipped my fly. Reaching in, I gripped my erection and pulled it through the hole. It was red and angry ‒ the head seemed bigger than usual ‒ no doubt due to my level of excitement. I positioned myself behind her, rubbed the head against her until I found her opening, slipping and sliding against hew slick slit ‒ and shoved in as hard as I could. Roughly. Savagely. I kept still for a moment. Savored her heat ‒ it was better than I imagined. She was tight. Very wet. I looked down and saw that the coarse cloth of my jeans was rubbing her red sensitive ass. I pulled out just a bit ‒ to see what it looked like with me sticking in her, then rammed home again. My cock glistened with her juices. It wouldn’t take me long ‒ that I knew. She felt the hands leave her pussy and ass. The change brought her back to some level of reality ‒ and all her thoughts came flooding back through her memory. She saw that the trucker’s erection was still in his pants; knew that it probably wasn’t gray or gnarled or nearly as big as she imagined. Oh fuck ‒ where had her imagination taken her? And she knew in that instant that she had spent some time, seemed like an eternity, staring at the trucker’s crotch. Taking a moment to recover herself, she dared to look up, at his eyes. Dared to verify that this wicked man had watched her ‒ had somehow seen ‒ that she secretly wanted him to come forward ‒ had wanted him to force himself on her. That her momentary dark secret was known. Her eyes met his ‒ he was intent, focused ‒ and it was obvious that he had been staring, watching her every move. That was the moment she felt the cock enter her from behind ‒ barge its way into her depths. Fill her ‒ ram into her without pause. Her eyes opened wide in surpr |
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Damn! CityHookups.com cut the story short. I guess it's too long, I do get a bit wordy. I would be happy to share the rest with anyone interested. JD
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