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 Stranded (MF, cons, rom)

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   Stranded

   By SpectreOfHell

   Emily slammed her car door and cursed loudly.  It wasn't enough that the
damn car quit on her on this empty country road, she was also out of range
for her cell phone to work.  She leaned against the door and looked around
in frustration.  She was stranded.

   It was all because she had become so bored.  Everything just seemed so
routine these days.  She was tired of it.  Her husband had left her over
six months ago, running away with a woman he worked with.  Good riddance,
she told herself.  Nowadays, her job was driving her crazy, and taking this
scenic route home had been one way she hoped to change things up enough to
stay sane.  It was a little too scenic.  She hadn't passed another car
since leaving the main road, and nothing seemed to be traveling her way
now. And she wasn't exactly dressed for walking.  She had hoped that
dressing differently for work would help, but no one had noticed her short
skirt, black hose, tight white blouse, or the new black high heels.  No one
appreciated her.

   She just needed something special in her life.

   Like a miracle, the sound of a motorcycle engine came to her ears.  She
looked up hopefully as a headlight appeared around the turn ahead.  The sun
was setting soon, and she hadn't relished the idea of waiting in her car
for rescue.  Rescue had come already.  There was a man on the bike and he
glided to a stop in the middle of the road beside her.

   "Hi," he said, smiling.  Emily felt herself smiling in return.  His eyes
traveled quickly up and down her body, creating a tingle inside her.  "You
need some help?"

   "I'll say," she said.  "My car is dead."

   His eyes flicked to the car then back to her.  "No problem," he said. 
"Hop on.  I'll give you a ride."

   Emily hesitated.  He looked safe enough.  Then again, maybe safe wasn't
what she wanted right now.  A flush of heat spread through her body from
her loins.  She looked into his eyes, his deep brown eyes.  "I won't hurt
you," he said, holding out his hand.  "I promise."

   Making her decision, Emily reached out and took the man's hand.  "I'm
Emily," she said.

   "Mike," he replied.  "My name's Mike." He pulled her closer and scooted
forward to make room for her.  Emily tried to hold her skirt down as she
swung her leg up and over, but it came up anyway giving him a quick glimpse
of her crotch.  Emily felt herself blushing.  It was not the right day to
be without panties.  At least she was wearing pantyhose instead of
stockings.

   She snuggled close to him and wrapped her arms around him.  "Ready?" he
asked.

   "Oh, yeah," she said, and squeezed him for good measure.  Mike started
the motor, kicked the bike into gear, and eased into motion.  The first
thing she noticed was the vibration of the motor climbing up through the
seat and right into her crotch.  With her arms full of man, it was working
to make her horny.

   She rested her chin on his shoulder, enjoying the wind in her hair. 
Mike was driving slowly, probably to keep the wind from mussing her clothes
too much.  Emily smiled, preferring to think he was prolonging the time he
had with her behind him.  She wondered about him, this stranger.  He was
cute, no doubt about it.  But she could see no ring on his finger, a
married man.  That made it even.

   That vibration was really working on her.  She was going to leave a wet
spot on his seat.  Without thinking, she scooted closer to him and hugged
him tighter.  Mike released put his hand on her arm and stroked it lightly,
lingering on her hand, his fingers dancing over hers.  Emily turned her
face to nuzzle into his hair.  He smelled nice.  She stroked his chest
teasingly.  He squirmed a little.  She wasn't sure if she was making him
uncomfortable or not.  She shouldn't be doing this, touching him this way.
It was so naughty.  But she was tired of being nice, tired of being
predictable.  She wanted to be wild just once.

   Slowly, not certain of what she was doing, or why, Emily stroked her way
over Mike's belly, moving downward.  It made her pussy tingle even more,
and she knew her nipples were hard by now.  How would he react if she
touched his crotch?  She had to find out.

   Trembling just a bit, Emily let her fingers trail over his crotch.  She
was almost surprised to find that he was hard.  His cock, hidden inside his
black jeans, felt thick and hot.  She covered his bulge with her hand and
squeezed.  She was glad he couldn't see her face.  She'd never been this
bold before, and she hoped she wasn't making a huge mistake.  Did she
really want to tease him this way, knowing that she didn't have the nerve
to actually have sex with a stranger?

   His cock pulsed inside his jeans, under her hand.  She stroked him up
and down, trying to picture in her mind what it looked like.  She wondered
what it would taste like.  That thought sent such a quiver through her body
that he must have felt it.  The bike was slowing.  Emily brought her
attention to the road.  They were still a good distance away from the main
road.  She began to get frightened.  Maybe she had gone too far with the
teasing.  Mike turned the bike off the road and onto a gravel track.  It
was a short loop which lead back to the road, blocking off a grassy area,
its purpose unguessable.  He brought the bike to a halt and shut off the
motor.

   Emily watched as he climbed off and turned to her.  She couldn't help
glancing down at his crotch.  His hand came up and touched her chin
lightly. He wasn't speaking, and that was a little scary.  But as soon as
their eyes met, when she could look into those lovely brown eyes and he
smiled, she knew it was going to be fine.  She smiled to let him know she
was okay with it, that she wanted it too.  He leaned in and put his lips on
hers.  It was a wonderful kiss, his lips enveloping hers protectively.  His
hand moved to the back of her head.  Emily opened her mouth invitingly, and
his tongue slid past her lips to touch hers.  Someone moaned, she wasn't
sure if it was her or him.

   His hand found her breast and held it firmly.  His thumb crossed over
her stiff nipple, rubbing it sensuously as their tongues danced together.
Her pussy was on fire now.  She reached out and cupped his crotch,
squeezing his hard bulge.  It was crazy.  She didn't know him.  He didn't
know her.  But it was magical, like they were meant to be together this
way. His hand stroked over her shoulder and down her arm, past her waist to
her thighs.  She was straddling the seat, already spread wide, and moaned
into his mouth as he touched her crotch.  She was definitely wet and he
could feel it through the nylon.  His fingers pressed into her, pushing the
nylon between her swollen pussy lips, massaging her cunt.

   Emily found his zipper and tugged it down.  Her hand slipped in through
his fly, and she was delighted to discover he wasn't wearing underwear
either.  Her hand closed around a thick shaft of hot flesh.  His cock.  She
pulled it out, amazed at how thick it felt in her hand.  She broke the kiss
so she could look down and see it.  "Wow," she muttered.

   "Yeah," he said, his hand still in her crotch.  Emily smiled at him,
genuinely happy for the first time in weeks, as she swung her leg over the
bike and slid to the ground.  She kissed him again, tickled by the lust she
saw in his eyes.  She had wondered what his cock would taste like.

   "I want to suck you," she said.  Without a word, Mike slipped his jacket
off and lay it on the ground.  Emily lowered herself to her knees in front
of him.  Mike stepped forward, his cock brushing her face.  She wrapped her
hand around it again and brought the head to her lips.  She circled her
mouth, teasing him.  He gasped loudly when she opened her mouth and let his
meat slide in.  She ran her tongue over the underside of his shaft,
relishing his manly taste.  His cock was hot and incredibly hard.  She
could already imagine what it would feel like inside her cunt.  She opened
her mouth wider and slide down his length, taking almost all of him.  Mike
groaned loudly.

   His hands tangled in her hair, urging her to eat his cock.  She pulled
back, slurping loudly, fluttering her tongue.  Her hands tugged at the
fastenings to his jeans, opening his pants.  He helped her push the jeans
down his legs then returned his hands to her head.  Now she could cup his
heavy balls as she sucked his cock, stroking them gently as she moved her
head back and forth.  Mike groaned and pulled her head to him, fucking her
mouth.  She reached down with her free hand, pulling her skirt up and
thrusting her hand into her hose to stroke her pussy.  She couldn't
remember ever being this turned on.

   "Wait," he said, breathless.  "Wait.  I'm going to cum." She could tell.
His cock was pulsing in her mouth, throbbing.  She had a choice to make,
and she made it quickly.  She sucked gently as she took as much of his cock
into her mouth as she could fit.  He groaned loudly and began to tremble.
The first hot spurt of his cum erupted from his cock into her mouth.  She
was surprised by the taste, a little sweet and not really unpleasant at
all. He groaned as his orgasm gripped him and hot cum flooded her mouth. 
Emily moved her mouth up and down his shaft, stroking with her hand as his
cock pulsed and spewed its load.  She let the cum dribble from the corners
of her mouth and run over her chin.  When she looked up, her mouth still
full of his cock, he was smiling down at her, panting.

   She let his cock fall from her mouth, trailing a sticky rope of his cum.
She swallowed some, let the rest run over her chin.  He laughed.  "Oh, my
god," he said.  "You're incredible."

   "Thank you," she said, smiling back at him.  He bent and hooked his
hands under her armpits, lifting her to her feet.  She was caught off guard
by the passion of his kiss, not expecting to be kissed at all with his cum
all over her face.  She clutched at him as he hugged her, his hands roaming
over her body.  He pushed her shirt up, growling with desire, and dipped
his head to suckle at her breasts.  Emily moaned, holding his head as his
hot tongue swirled around her stiff nipple.  He pushed her back until her
ass rested against the bike.  Swiftly his hot kisses trailed down over her
tummy as he dropped to his knees.  She spread her thighs for him as he
pressed his mouth to her crotch.  She moaned loudly as she felt his lips
nibbling her pussy through the hose.

   Suddenly he grabbed the nylon in both hands and pulled.  Emily gasped as
she heard a ripping sound, then his mouth was on her exposed pussy lips. 
He had torn away the crotch of her pantyhose.  Emily moaned loudly as his
tongue pressed between her swollen lips, delving inside her.  He licked
upward and rubbed his tongue flatly over her clit.  His hands squeezed her
thighs as he licked between her legs, pushing them apart.  Emily grabbed
his head, making sure he wasn't going to pull away.  His tongue wiggled as
it slipped inside her, and he closed his lips around cunt and sucked.

   "Oh, god," she moaned, her hands clawing his hair.

   Mike replaced his tongue with his fingers, pushing two digits into her
wet hole.  His thumb covered her clit, flicking it lightly.  "You like
this?" he said, looking up at her with a smile.  His mouth was slick with
her juices.  "You like me eating your pussy?"

   Emily nodded, panting.  She tugged at his head, wanting him to continue.
"Say it," he said.  "Tell me what you want."

   "Eat me," she moaned.  "Eat my pussy.  Please!" Then she moaned loudly
as he shoved his tongue into her fuckhole deeply.  He licked through her
slit and closed his teeth on her clit, letting it drag through gently as
his finger pushed into her again.  His thumb pressed against her asshole,
slick with juices running from her cunt.  Emily began to shake as she felt
her orgasm starting.  Her thighs quivered.  Her pussy throbbed.  Mike
closed his lips on her clit and sucked as she came, crying out loudly.  She
held his head tightly to her, feeding her cunt to him, trying to grind onto
his mouth and his wiggling tongue.

   She slumped as the passion began to ebb, but Mike wasn't done.  He
hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her legs, shifting her weight
onto his shoulders.  His mouth covered her pussy, like he was trying to
French kiss it, driving his hot tongue in and out of her.  He pressed a
finger against her asshole.  Emily moaned as she felt it start to slide
into her backside.  He hooked his arm over her thigh and used the fingers
of his other hand to massage her clit.  Her body shuddered as his finger
drilled into her ass deeper.  His tongue felt huge inside her hole.  She
kicked off her shoes and dug her heels into his back, riding his face.  She
could hear him slurping her juices.  She couldn't remember ever being this
wet.  As his finger began to fuck her ass, she felt his tongue curl inside
her, and she hunched her hips, riding out another building orgasm as it
spread outward from her crotch to fill her aching body.  She squeezed her
eyes closed and saw sparks behind her eyelids.

   Finally he pulled away, his face glistening.  She laughed as she saw
him, delighted.  "Oh my god," she panted.  "You're amazing."

   "I want to fuck you," he said, as though asking permission.

   Emily hesitated only a moment.  "How do you want me?" she asked.  Mike
smiled broadly.  He lowered her legs and stood up.  She kissed him hungrily
when he leaned in, tasting her own pussy on his mouth.  His cock was raging
hard again.  It pressed against her tummy, rubbing her obscenely.  He
pulled back, putting his hands on her hips, tugging her, urging her to turn
around.  Emily obeyed, turning her back to him and leaning over the bike.
She spread her legs for him, trying to watch over his shoulder as he got
into position.  He lifted her skirt and bent his legs.  She felt his cock
rub across her nylon covered ass, moving lower until it entered the opening
he had made and rubbed over the swollen lips of her pussy.  He nudged
forward and slid into her, grunting.

   "You're so tight," he moaned, driving his cock slowly into her.  Emily
shivered as he filled her.  He was thicker than she was used to, and he was
stretching her oh so nicely.  He gripped her hips hard, pulling her to him
as he thrust forward.  Finally she felt his pubic hair against her ass.  He
was completely inside her.  For a long moment, he didn't move.  She could
feel his cock throbbing inside her, though.  She squeezed the muscles of
her cunt, hugging his dick.  He moaned loudly.

   Emily moved forward, making some of his cock slide back out of her.  He
followed, driving back into her, pinning her against the bike.  "Please,"
she whimpered.  "Please."

   "Tell me," he said, his voice quivering.

   "Fuck me!" she said loudly.  "Damn it, fuck me.  Fuck my pussy!" She
yelped as he pulled out of her until only the head of his cock remained in
her, then rammed back in, driving in deeply.  Emily cried out as he filled
her again.  She felt the head of his cock bottom out inside her cunt and
his heavy balls slapped against her clit.  He jerked back and slammed into
her again, rocking her.

   "Jesus," he groaned.  "I love your pussy." He held her hips and began to
fuck her with long, deep strokes.  Emily held onto the bike, her toes
curling each time his thick cock rammed into her.  His hands moved down to
squeeze her ass cheeks.  "You are so hot," he moaned.

   "Don't stop," she panted.  "Oh god, I love this." He laughed and smacked
her ass playfully.  Emily felt a thrill rush through her.  His cock seemed
to be getting thicker inside her.  He was moving faster, and they were
making a squishing noise together.  She could feel her pussy juice dripping
from her, running over his balls as they slapped against her.  He slapped
her ass again and she moaned.

   "I'm gonna cum," he groaned, fucking her even faster, harder.

   "Yes!" she moaned.  "Don't pull out.  Cum inside me.  I want to feel
your cum inside me." He groaned and began to shake.  She felt his cock
swell inside her.  He smacked her ass again and she went over the edge. 
Her cunt spasmed hard around his invading shaft, milking him.  She felt the
first hot splash of his cum erupt deep inside her.  She drove her hips
back, taking all of his cock into her as they came together.  He groaned
loudly, his body shaking as more of his cum jetted from him, filling her.
She could feel it oozing out of her, dripping over her throbbing lips.  She
couldn't speak, breathless from the force of her orgasm.

   Emily sagged over the seat of the bike and Mike leaned heavily on top of
her.  His cock twitched inside her, releasing one last shot of his hot
sperm into her.  She milked his shaft by squeezing her cunt muscles,
managing to give herself a few more twinges of pleasure.  His hands came
around her and cupped her tits.  He pulled her body to him, thrusting his
hips forward, rocking her.  "God, that was good," he said.

   "Oh, yeah," Emily agreed.  Mike eased his cock back and slid into her
again slowly, sensuously.  She turned her head to look at him over her
shoulder, smiling.  He laughed and thrust into her again.

   "Do you have to go home yet?" he asked.

   "I guess not," she said, pushing her ass back at him.  "What do you have
in mind?"

   "I'll think of something." Their laughter mingled together and floated
away into the cool evening sky.

  
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