The Hitchhiker
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Slut, Stranger Sex, Public Sex
Dusk was approaching as rows of corn sped by John's car. At least that's what the "big city boy" thought the crop was. After all, the only time John saw anything he ate was when he bought it in the supermarket or when it was served at a restaurant. John had accepted a job in San Francisco and had been driving for days, making the cross-country trip from New York City. His new company offered to fly him and transport his car, but John saw it as an opportunity to take some time off and see America, at least the part the automobile club drew his route through. Born, bred, and confined to the boundaries of New York City, the 27 year old wanted an adventure and to see what "small town folk" were like.
John's foot slightly eased off the gas pedal as his bored brain tried to remember if he was still in Iowa or now in Nebraska. He was about to grab his map, but decided it didn't matter -- the terrain all looked the same. He would uncover the truth when he stopped for dinner, sort of a surprise waiting for him, but for now he pressed down on the gas pedal and sped along the highway.
Mindlessly, John glanced at the rear of the few cars he passed. He wasn't one to leave anything hanging so his analytical mind peeked at the license plates. Most of them had Nebraska plates so he deduced that's where he was.
"Big deal!" John muttered. "The only thing different about Nebraska from Iowa is that it's closer to San Fran. Why the hell didn't I take the plane? It is closer, isn't it? Shit, I don't even know my own country. Holy Jesus! I'm talking to myself. Why not, who else is there to talk to? Crap! Now I'm answering myself."
John was now curious so he leaned over and fumbled through the papers on the passenger seat looking for his map. He periodically glanced back through the windshield and suddenly swerved his car to the left, slamming on the brake. The old, battered Ford's wheels locked and the car's rear spun around until the car completed a 360 degree spin and came to a screeching stop. Shaking uncontrollably, John looked through the car's rear window at what he almost hit.
John thought it had been some sort of animal, maybe a cow. He had sped and skidded for some distance so he couldn't make out much other than it was a person sitting on something at the side of the road. John draped his arm over the bench seat and, looking over his shoulder, carefully backed up. As he got closer he saw the figure stand up. John noticed the long brown hair and short, pleated skirt, and the suitcase she was sitting on.
"I'm sorry," John said after coming to a stop and rolling down the passenger window. "Are you okay? I didn't hit you, did I? I don't know what happened. I didn't see you. Well, not until... you know, when I almost hit you. I... I... are you okay? Are you hurt?"
John was blabbering like a fool and very nervous. It was only when the girl flashed a beautiful smile that he relaxed. Now that he knew he was out of danger, John looked more intently. She was average height with long brown hair. Her eyes had a lot of make-up and the long eyelashes were obviously fake, but they added to her sexy look. She was wearing a knit top that was tight, molding two small, orange-size breasts. But it was her smile that captivated John.
"Are you drunk?" the girl asked in a husky voice.
"What? No, why?"
"You were swerving all over the road. For a minute I thought you were aiming at me."
"No, I was, um... jeez, I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention to the road. What are you doing out here?"
"Hitchhiking. Didn't you see?"
"No, I looked up and there you were. I could have killed you."
"Well you didn't, so can you give me a ride instead?"
"Huh? Oh. Where ya going?"
"That-a-way," she said, pointing up the highway with her thumb in the classic hitchhiking position. When she saw the stunned expression on John's face she smiled again and said, "To San Francisco."
"Really! Me too! What for?"
"I need to get out of Nebraska. Don't panic," she said when she saw the look on John's face, "I'm not running from the law. I just need to get to a place where they will understand me. I'm different and the people here don't like it."
"How are you different?"
"Look, if you give me a ride I'll show you."
John was still leaning over the passenger seat while he spoke out the window. He tossed the maps into the back, then slid to and opened the car door. When he got out he smiled at the petite girl who was no taller than 5'5". That surprised the 6' man because she seemed taller when he had looked up at her from inside the car. Without uttering a word, John opened the back door and flung her single, small suitcase into the back seat before slamming the door shut. Then, trying to be cool, John held the passenger door open and stepped aside, bowing and motioning with a sweeping gesture for her to get in. When the girl sat down and, after watching her tug her skirt down after it showed more leg, John shut the door and ran to the other side.
John pulled on the car door handle, but it was locked. He automatically reached into his pocket for the key, but came up empty because it was still in the ignition. John felt like an idiot. He had thought he was much more sophisticated and cool than the rural country folk, but he was in a ridiculous situation and felt like a bungling fool. To his relief, John saw the girl's smiling face as she calmly reached over to unlock his door.
When John was inside he turned to his new passenger and said, "I'm John, what's your name?"
"Paris."
"Wow, like Paris Hilton?"
"Yeah, I guess."
John sped onto the highway, no longer bored. He glanced over at the girl and smiled. Not only did he now have company, but she was a "fox." He couldn't keep from looking at her legs which were bare.
"So, what makes you different?" John asked, trying to start a conversation.
"A lot of things."
"Name one."
"I like cocks."
John slammed on his brakes again, causing the car to swerve. He quickly gathered his wits and eased up on the brake, glancing at the girl. She had a huge smile on her face and her eyes were laughing.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I do."
"You mean you like sex?"
"Sometimes, but I like to give a guy pleasure more. As long as his cock is involved." John had a confused look on his face. "Here, I'll show you," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
The girl slid closer to John and placed a hand on his knee, causing him to flinch. She slowly caressed his thigh, getting closer and closer to his groin. When her palm covered John's hardening cock, he held his breath and looked into his lap, then turned to the girl. She was giving him that laughing smile again. He looked at her legs and noticed her skirt had risen and her knees were apart. But when he put his hand on her bare thigh she swatted it away.
"Let me do you. That's what I like."
John dropped his hand to his side while driving with his left. Paris began gently stroking his cock, as if measuring it.
"Mmmm, you get nice and hard," she said. "And you have a big one too."
The "city boy" couldn't believe what was happening. He wondered if Nebraska was filled with sluts. "Maybe it's the loneliness," he thought, but he wasn't complaining.
Paris shifted closer, and John's right hand was trapped between them. He felt her soft thigh through her skirt and the heat it generated, but didn't move his hand afraid she'd stop. Paris now used two hands to open John's pants and lower his zipper. One hand was pushed inside and cupped his hard cock over his underwear. When she squeezed it in her fingers he sighed.
"Oh yes, it's nice and hard," Paris said in her sexy, husky voice. "You don't mind if I take a look, do you?"
John didn't know if she expected an answer, but he slowly nodded his head. He didn't mind at all. After all the days of boredom, his adventure was finally beginning.
Paris pulled his pants apart and looked at the shape of the hard, vertical cock under the white briefs. She placed her fingers on it, her thumb on one side and the other fingers on the other, and slid her hand up and down its length. John's hips jerked.
"Calm down, cowboy, we have plenty of time," Paris said smiling.
Paris leaned forward and kissed John's cock through his underwear. Her lips replaced her fingers and she held it lengthwise between them. John felt her hot breath through the thin cotton, and then her tongue licking him. Leaning over, her knees were now together, but she had rolled onto her left hip which raised her butt a little. John slipped his hand between her and the car seat, palming her small, round ass. He felt the vibration on his cock when she moaned.
While John rubbed and squeezed her ass, Paris planted kisses on his cock, slowly inching up the length. After kissing the swollen cock-head, she grabbed the waistband and pulled it slightly down, exposing the flesh. Paris kissed it again, but this time John felt her lips directly on his cock -- skin on skin. She looked up at him.
John didn't want to take his hand off her ass, but his other hand was on the steering wheel driving the car. He reluctantly brought his right hand to her head and applied a slight pressure.
Paris' head popped up and she said, "No, I like to be in control. We do what I want or we don't do anything."
That was enough for John so he moved his hand back to her butt. Paris licked her lips when John looked at her. The significance was unmistakable and John's cock twitched. Paris smiled and lowered her head into his lap again. She slowly dragged his underwear down and watched his hard cock rise as it moved away from his body.
Paris blew on John's cock, giggling as it bounced about. She felt his fingers dig into her buttock and knew he was ready. But Paris was more strong-willed than your typical girl and had her own agenda. She tugged his briefs lower until his balls were exposed. Holding the underwear out of the way, she captured his testicles in her mouth and flicked her tongue at them. Then she sucked on his balls until John took his eyes off the road and looked down at her. The sides of her mouth curled up in a smile just before her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard.
"Whoa," Paris said when she felt the car swerve, "we don't want to get into an accident."
John sheepishly nodded and concentrated on his driving. When he didn't feel anything, John glanced down and saw Paris looking up at him, waiting. She opened her mouth and locked her lips around his cock.
"Ohh, yesss," John sighed.
Paris smiled with his cock in her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head up and down. She noticed John's hand had stopped stroking her ass, but his fingers dug into her flesh each time her cheeks caved in as she sucked hard. Paris loved sucking cock and relished the new one in her mouth. Her hand was inside John's underwear, playing with his testicles.
John's hips began to hump and Paris knew she would shortly receive her reward for a "job well done" but just then she heard the siren. Picking her head up, Paris saw the flashing lights behind them.
"Quick, close your pants," Paris yelled excitedly.
"Please don't stop," John pleaded, oblivious to everything but the urgency in his loins.
"The police are behind us. You have to pull over. Close your pants. Here, I'll help."
While Paris pushed John's cock into his underwear and struggled until she had his pants snapped, John came out of his dazed state and saw the lights in his rearview mirror. When he saw that Paris had hidden his cock, John pulled over to the side of the highway and waited, his heart beating fast from both the interrupted blowjob and being pulled over by the police.
"Have you been drinking?" the highway patrolman asked looking suspiciously into John's car.
"No sir. I haven't."
"You were all over the road," the policeman continued. "What the hell were...?" The policeman bent over and looked into the car and saw Paris. "Oh, it's you," he said with a disgusted look on his face. "Someday you're gonna get someone killed."
John's head rapidly moved back and forth between the two in confusion.
"Um, I've done this before," Paris said to John.
"That's an understatement!" the patrolman said with a huff. "Are you from around here?" he asked John.
"No, sir, just passing through your lovely state."
"Quit the bullshit! Where y'all heading?"
"California. San Francisco."
"And you?" he said pointing an accusing finger at Paris.
"Me too. This nice man is giving me a lift."
"So you're finally leaving. Good riddance," he said to Paris, and then turned to John. "If I let you go, will you keep your dick in your pants... while driving anyway?"
"Yes sir... yes... no problem."
The patrolman tapped his baton on the side of the door while he considered his options, then said, "Okay, you're free to go."
When the patrolman walked away, John exhaled loudly, then he turned to Paris but didn't say anything. She had slid over to the far side of the seat next to the passenger door.
"I've done this before," Paris said again when John kept staring at her. "I told you I was different and that I love cocks. Um, you better get going before he changes his mind."
That hit a nerve and John started his car, looked to make sure the road was clear, and slowly pulled out onto the highway. The two rode in silence for a while and then John said, "Are you hungry?"
"What?"
"I saw a sign that said there was gas and food up ahead. Wanna get something to eat?"
"Yeah, I was interrupted before finishing my dinner."
There was a moment of silence and then both burst into laughter. John felt better and looked for the exit. He got off the highway and located a restaurant that looked clean. They parked and went inside.
"I'd like to freshen up first," Paris said.
"Yeah, me too. Um..." John said looking around, "the restrooms are over there. Let's do that first."
They walked to the restrooms and John entered the men's room. He was looking around to familiarize himself with the unfamiliar surrounds when he felt a push from behind. He turned around to yell at the other guy when he saw Paris behind him.
"What are you doing in here?" John exclaimed.
"Shhh, go in there," she said, pushing John to the handicap cubicle. When inside, Paris slid the bolt on the door and turned back to John. "We didn't finish and I never leave my men wanting."
John was in shock as he watched Paris fumbling with his pants. When his clothes were around his knees, Paris had John sit on the toilet seat in the oversized cubicle. Without another word, Paris dropped to her knees and stuffed John's soft dick into her mouth.
"Oh-my-god, are you crazy?" John asked.
Paris didn't remove the cock but looked up and shook her head no. Then her mouth curled up into a smile and she pulled off John's hardening dick.
"Well maybe a little. But I love cock. I told you that."
Then Paris lowered her face into John's lap and used her mouth and tongue on his cock. He was completely hard and was enjoying the experienced blowjob. With his hands on Paris' head, John closed his eyes and moaned his approval.
"I'm gonna cum!" John cried out.
But instead of pulling off his cock, like every girl had in the past, this cock-hungry slut moved her mouth faster up and down John's cock. She gagged occasionally in her enthusiasm, but accomplished her task. John filled her mouth with his hot sperm and she eagerly swallowed it all.
"That was fuckin' incredible!" John said.
"I guess the cop was right. As hard as you cum, you would have driven the car off the road."
Paris wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and the two laughed. She stood up and placed her hands on John's shoulders, leaning in for a kiss. When he turned his head to the side, Paris straightened up.
"Oh, you don't like the taste of cum, even your own," Paris said looking a little annoyed. "To each their own. Some guys like it, you know?"
"I'm sorry, but I... uh... I just never..."
"That's okay. Check to see if anyone came in."
"What?"
"I can't be caught in a men's room. Make sure no one came in."
John redressed and carefully opened the cubicle door, peering out. When he told Paris the coast was clear, she dashed out of the men's room and into the ladies' room. John was still in shock as he walked to the urinal on the wall. He fished his cock out of his pants and found it still wet from Paris' mouth which brought a smile to his face.
John waited outside until Paris came out of the ladies' room. Then they found an empty table and sat down. She snuggled up close to him and began nibbling on his ear. John looked nervously at the other patrons, but no one was paying attention to them. Paris' hand rested on John's thigh while she kissed his ear, and it was only when the waitress arrived and "uh hum'd" that she stopped.
After the order was taken and the waitress walked away, Paris gave John an elbow and said, "Stop looking at her ass." John sheepishly turned Paris and then his eyes widened when she placed her hand on his crotch. "Well, at least she didn't get you hard."
"After what happened in the men's room, I don't think I could get hard right now."
"Is that a challenge?" Paris said, leaning close to John again.
John felt her hot breath on his ear, and then her hand in his lap. She rubbed him with her right hand while her left hand's fingers dexterously opened his pants. Before John could react, Paris shoved her hand inside his underwear and grabbed his cock.
John tried to pull her hand out, but that only made Paris squeeze his cock tighter. During his struggling, John knocked over a salt shaker and noticed another customer look his way. He leaned forward trying to conceal what was happening below the table. Paris continued to squeeze and pull on his cock.
"Looks like you don't know your own body," Paris said with a giggle when the cock in her hand hardened. "Do you want to go back to the restroom?" When John emphatically shook his head no, Paris said, "Good, the floor in there made my knees sticky. You know, I brought myself off in the ladies' room."
John looked at the girl next to him and said, "I'm sorry, I would have done it for you."
"I like to masturbate... I do it all the time. I like cock and I like to masturbate. And I like the way your cock is responding."
John panicked when Paris slid onto the floor. He tried to pull her up, but didn't want to make a disturbance. He only hoped that the long tablecloth would hide her. Paris still held his cock in her fist and yanked it out of his open pants. It was soon inside her mouth again, and her sucking was so loud that John was afraid she'd be heard by others. He lifted the edge of the tablecloth and looked at her bobbing head.
"Errmm." John's head shot up when he heard the waitress. "Will the lady be returning soon?" she asked while placing their food down.
"I'm right here," Paris said coming out from under the table. "I just dropped something."
The waitress gave her a strange look and then glanced at John. He turned beet-red which caused the waitress to "humph" and quickly walk away.
"Paris, are you crazy?" John asked.
"I'm different. I told you that when we met. I'm hoping I'll have more freedom in San Francisco to do my thing."
"Jeez, I don't think even San Francisco is ready for you!"
Paris simply smiled and began eating her dinner. John did the same. Soon they were back on the highway.
"Wow, I can't believe how many stars you can see out here," John said like a little boy. "Back in New York City, we don't see much 'cause of the lights."
"You can look up if you want, but I'll look down."
John thought that was a strange reply until he felt Paris' hands opening his pants again. "Didn't you learn your lesson the last time?" he said.
"Well, if you'd drive straight the cops won't notice. This isn't a joystick, you know. The car shouldn't move when I move it."
"Look, I don't think we should... oh, god!" John exclaimed when Paris began sucking his cock.
John put his hand on Paris' head to pull her away, but her mouth felt so good he used his hand to push her down. When his hard cock gagged her, Paris lifted her head. She looked at John's face and then out the window.
"Get off the next exit," she said breathlessly.
John slowed down and saw a sign. It didn't have anything on it, such as gas or restaurants, just the street name. John took the exit and drove the short distance until he reached the road. He was in the middle of nowhere.
"Turn right and go slow," Paris said. "Turn on your brights." They drove at a snail's pace until Paris saw what she was searching for. "See that dirt road? Turn into it."
John strained his eyes and finally spotted the opening. He wouldn't have called it a road. It was evidently used by the farmers to drive through their crop. John carefully maneuvered the car over the bumpy ground. Finally, they came to an area where two such roads crossed, like an intersection -- or what John pictured as a maze within the tall stalks of corn.
"Stop here," Paris instructed. "This'll do."
"Do what? Why are we here?"
"Turn off your lights and the car."
When John shut his car lights, he was immediately covered in darkness. He thought he wouldn't be able to see anything, but soon his eyes began to adjust and there was enough moonlight to see at least shadowy objects. But he was blinded again when Paris opened her car door and the interior light went on. John actually jumped when he heard the door slam shut. It wasn't that it was very loud, it's just that compared to the complete silence around them it was deafening. When his eyes got accustomed to the dark again he saw Paris standing outside and waving for him to join her.
When John got out of the car and closed it, he was once again sheathed in darkness. It was eerie for the city boy. He was standing in the middle of a field with the only light coming from the partial moon.
John jumped when he felt Paris' hands pulling his face down to hers. He felt her soft lips and immediately returned the kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth. John wasn't even surprised when he felt Paris' hands opening his pants. He reached around her and grabbed her ass. John was surprised when she didn't push his hands away.
"Your hands feel good on me," Paris said breaking the kiss. "Sometimes I like more than just playing with a cock, and this is one of those times."
John raised the back of Paris' skirt by gathering the material in his hands. When he felt the hem, John cupped her panty covered ass. He massaged her buttocks for a while and then found the top of her panties and slipped his hand inside. He was now touching her naked flesh. John was about to reach lower when Paris dropped to her knees, pushing his clothes down and stuffing his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, Paris... I thought... thought you wanted... ah, more," John said between pants. "I want to... ah... fuck you so bad."
Paris took his cock from her mouth and grabbed it in her fist. She pumped it a few times while looking up at his face in the darkness. Paris stood up, got on her tiptoes, and, while still fisting his cock, whispered, "Beg for it."
"Please let me fuck you."
"Are you sure that's what you want? I don't want to hear any complaints afterwards."
"Complaints? Why would I complain? Please let me fuck you. It's what I want. Please."
Paris released John's cock and walked to the car. She put her hands on the fender and bent over, wiggling her ass. With his pants still around his ankles, John hobbled over to her.
"Pull my panties down," Paris pleaded, in as much of a need for a good fuck as John.
John slipped his hands under the pleated skirt and tugged the nylon panties down to her knees. He went to reach under her skirt when Paris grabbed his arms and pulled them around her body. After placing his hands on her breasts, Paris lifted the back of her skirt and grabbed John's hard cock, guiding it to her opening. He felt it and pushed forward.
"Wait... wrong place," John said.
"I like it that way. Fuck my ass."
John was squeezing Paris' breasts. They were small and very firm. He needed to fuck this strange woman and if she wanted it up the ass he wasn't going to argue. In fact, the thought of his first ass-fuck caused him to thrust his hips, sinking about half his cock into her asshole.
John dropped his hands to reach for her pussy, but Paris was leaning on the car and his hands stopped at her waist. He wrapped his arms around her body for leverage, and then pushed his cock all the way into her ass. When she turned her head to the side, John pressed his lips to hers and they kissed passionately with his cock up her ass.
"Now fuck me hard," Paris ordered.
John lifted her skirt and saw his cock stuck between her ass-cheeks. There wasn't much light, but enough. With the material of her skirt bunched in his hands, he pressed them against her hips to keep the skirt out of the way. John slowly pulled his cock partway out, and then rammed it back in.
"Yeah, fuck me. Fuck my ass. I love a hard cock in my ass."
John began fucking Paris hard and noticed her arm moving. She had reached between her legs and was masturbating. That was okay with him. His cock was in the tightest, warmest orifice it had ever been and John was loving it.
John didn't know how long they had fucked when he thought he heard Paris whimper and felt her body tense. He assumed she had climaxed and pounded even harder. Soon he grunted and filled her ass with sperm.
John leaned on Paris' back, breathing hard. After a while he felt her squirming under him and realized he must be crushing her so he very slowly pulled his sensitive cock out of her ass and leaned on the car next to her. Paris' skirt fell down but her panties were still around her knees, and John's clothes were at his ankles.
"Did you cum?" John asked.
Paris smiled at him and stroked his face with her wet fingers. John was happy she'd climaxed even if it was with her own fingers. He grabbed Paris' hand and stuffed her wet fingers into his mouth and sucked them.
In the dim moonlight, Paris saw John's expression change. He sucked her fingers and then pulled them out of his mouth, licking his lips. John looked down at the beautiful girl and, without warning, grabbed her skirt and yanked it to her waist. He gasped when he saw the little penis with sperm dangling from the tip.
"My god, you're a man!" John blurted out.
"I never said I wasn't."
"You said your name's Paris."
"It is. Paris is a man's name. I don't know why the Hiltons gave their daughter a man's name."
"But you blew me, and we kissed... and I fucked you!"
"I thought you liked it."
"I-I did, but I thought you were a girl!"
"I told you I was different. I'm a transvestite."
"B-But you have tits!"
"Rubbery foam. Um, falsies."
"My god, you jerked off while I fucked you, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Then that's sperm on your hand. You bastard!"
John began spitting and then yanked his pants up. He opened the back door of his car and grabbed Paris' suitcase, throwing it at the transvestite's feet. John put his car into reverse, turned the steering wheel all the way, and gunned the gas. The tires spun and then his car shot backwards, plowing through the corn. He quickly threw the car into drive and again slammed on the gas pedal. After leveling more corn stalks as he turned onto the dirt road, John drove off in a cloud of dust cloaked by darkness but still causing Paris to cover her face.
Paris was left in the dark in the middle of nowhere with her panties around her knees and her ass full of sperm. She was happy as a lark and began walking back to the highway to hitch another ride.
THE END
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