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Road Rage



I was having another lousy day.  When the red Miata cut 
me off it was the last straw.  I  caught a glimpse 
of the young Asian woman driver, her hair fluttering 
wildly in the wind as she veered across three lanes, 
cut right in front of me and swerved around several 
other cars.  "Fuck you! You fucking cunt!"  I yelled 
after her.  "Fuck...You!..."  I shook my fist, 
punctuating each word.   "You yuppie scum...rich uptown 
fuckers...I hate all you bastards... fucking 
assholes..."  It was a familiar litany.  Aggressive 
fuckers like that had been stepping on me my whole life.  
All I could ever do was shake my fucking fists or yell 
at them like an impotent moron.  Today something in me 
snapped.  I wasn't going to take that shit from 
anyone any more!

My old Toyota shuddered.  Grinding my heel into the 
floor I tried to wring every ounce of acceleration I 
could out of that piece of junk.  I was going to catch 
that bitch!   The Miata was about six or seven cars 
ahead, in the left lane now.  I maneuvered crazily 
through traffic trying to get closer.   She was boxed 
in!  I hungrily closed the distance between us and 
pulled into the next lane.   I couldn't get along side 
of her because the fucking guy in front of me wouldn't 
speed up!  "Fuck!"  I yelled slamming my fists on the 
wheel.  We were both trapped by slower drivers.  I 
leaned my head out the window.  "Hey! Fuck you! You 
Chinese slut!" I yelled.  The wind carried my voice 
away.  My blood was boiling.

About two miles ahead there was a traffic light on the 
Parkway.  With the lousy day I was having I just 
knew I was probably going to miss that light anyway.  
Now I  hoped  that I would.  If we at least slowed 
down I could give her a piece of my mind, maybe even 
dump the remains of my coffee onto (no, better, 
into!) her car...The wildness of my schemes for 
vengeance escalated as my anger grew almost 
uncontrollable.   "Please let that fucking light be 
red..."

Up ahead the light came into view.  Green!  I was in mid 
yell: "Fuu..." when,  Yellow!...then... Red!  "Yesss!"  
I hissed.  As we ground to a halt I was seeing red 
everywhere: the light, her car, the blood boiling behind 
my eyeballs.  Forged by the heat of my rage an idea  
took shape in my brain.  I  knew that light well;  how 
long it lasted, exactly how long it would take traffic 
to get moving again.  Gripping the steering wheel with 
sweaty, shaking hands I waited for my moment like a  
wounded bull before his final charge.

As the light changed I burst out of my car, covering the 
few steps to her passenger door in a second or two.  She 
was just starting to roll forward as I vaulted over the 
door and into the passenger seat.  "Drive!  you bitch!"  
I commanded interrupting her startled exclamation.  "Do 
it!" I said a little more softly pulling out my gun.  
The adrenaline rush was completely in command of me. I 
felt I was capable of anything.  "I'll use it!" I 
warned.  She started  to slowly roll forward.  "Step on 
it!" I yelled.  

I made her pass the few cars that were in front of us 
and we were soon driving in an empty pocket in 
traffic.  "What do you want?" she asked looking at me 
with hurried sideways glances.  "If it's the car, or 
money just take it and let me out!"  The initial surge 
of adrenaline had washed over me leaving in its 
wake a cool detached  nervous tension that vibrated 
through my  body.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the 
side mirror.  My own icy thousand-yard stare brought a 
smirk to my lips.  "I'm James fucking Bond!" I thought.  
Then, out loud:  "You cut me off back there my dear.  
Very rude.  Very insolent, really."  My own voice 
sounded strange to me as if someone or something else 
was speaking through me.  "This is about me cutting in 
front of you?" she said with a snort of disgust.  
"You'll risk going to jail for the rest of your life 
because I passed you?"  I remained silent.  "Well, if it 
helps you get over your little problem,  I apologize,  
OK?  I'm sorry, all right?   I'm very sorry I cut in 
front of you back there.  Now let me go.  You can keep 
the car, money, whatever it is...you...want..."  As her 
voice trailed off I knew it was just occurring to her 
what I had in mind.  "Apology not accepted,"  I said.

I looked her up and down.  "Rich  little Asian slut," I 
said to myself.  She had on black nylons and a short 
denim  skirt.  The tight fitting black turtle neck she 
had on outlined small pointy breasts.  Her lips were 
the thick and pouty type, the type that say softly, 
seductively, "kiss me!"   She was the hot 'fuck-me' doll 
out of one of my depraved fantasies.

I ordered her to get off the Parkway and head into 
Lakeside Park.  I knew of some secluded areas back in 
there where people seldom went.  "What are you planning 
to do with me?" she asked.  The tone of her voice was 
colored with uncertainty now.  Her faltering voice and 
fearful tone made me swell with self satisfaction. 
"You'll find out."  I said with ice in my voice.   I had 
her pull through a dirt parking lot behind a thicket of 
shrubs.  "Get out!  If you try to run I'll catch you and 
I'll make your life even more miserable than it's about 
to become anyway"  I said in the fiercest voice I could 
muster.  

We both got out and I pulled her to the front of the 
car.  "Take off those sunglasses." I ordered.  She 
squinted  as her eyes got use to the sun.  "Sit on the 
hood of the car!"   "Ow! That's hot!" she cried out 
leaping back to her feet.  "I told you to sit!" I 
barked.  She gingerly started to lower herself  again.  
"No, wait!"  I stopped her.  The realization that I had 
total control over her affected me like a shot of pure 
lust.  She would do whatever I wanted.  I could make her 
do it with my voice alone.  "Take off those nylons,  
your panties too," I said, steely calm in my voice.  She 
just stood there.  "Do it!" I barked.  She jumped as 
if I had slapped her.  Kicking off her shoes she bent 
and pulled  the nylons and  a pair of white panties 
down from under her skirt.  "Give those to me!"  I said 
stuffing them into my pocket.  "Now! Sit on the car!  
Lift up the back of your dress and sit on the hood of 
the car!" "No!" she wailed,  "I'll get burned."  
"Do it!  I want to see your bare ass on the hood of that 
car!"  My tone was enough to compel her to obey.  
She gingerly lifted that back of her skirt and lowered 
herself onto the hood of the car.  "Ow! No! I can't do 
it! It's too hot!"  she said, squirming.

Watching her squirm from side to side trying to keep her 
ass off of the hood only increased my lust.  It 
was more than a sexual lust though.  All my life I'd 
been kicked around, fucked over by people, my old 
man, my wife, my boss, everybody.  I was always the one 
squirming,  but now I was finally going to get 
even.  This was my moment.  Nobody was going to fuck 
with me now!  "Sit still!"  I ordered, " and take 
off your shirt."   "No...please.." she started to 
protest.  "Shut up and do it!  Not another word out of 
you!" I yelled.   She pulled the turtleneck sweater over 
her head and brought her forearms up to cover her 
breasts. "Don't hide your tits.  Show them to me."  She 
slowly brought her arms to her sides revealing a small 
perky pair of breasts.  "Now undo that dress.  I want to 
see your pussy you slut!"  "No.." she moaned 
closing her eyes as she obeyed.  

I admired her hot young body as I ordered her to get 
farther onto the hood and lay back over the windshield.  
I felt drunk.  The ground under my feet was sloshing 
from side to side.  My head was light with a gleeful 
sense of bravado, like the ringmaster at some perverted 
circus for the damned.   I made her spread her legs 
bringing her pussy into view.  Her pubic hair was sparse 
and I could clearly see her dark lips folded 
protectively together.  "I want you to touch yourself," 
I said.  "Play with your pussy for me." She cautiously 
let one hand come to rest on her pubic hair.  "Come on, 
touch it, stroke it.  I want to see you pet your pussy," 
I cajoled.  Gingerly two fingers traced  up and down 
over her pussy lips.  "That's more like it." I said, 
pleased.  "Now spread those lips for me.  I want to see 
inside."  A small pink spot appeared as she spread 
herself.  "More...more...just a little more..." I 
coaxed.  Her lips were splayed wide.  "Good!  Now I want 
to see one of those fingers disappear.  Stick it in!"    
Her middle fingertip bent inwards and barely entered her 
pussy.  "More!" I ordered.  "All the way in.  Fuck 
yourself you slut!"   Her finger went in all the way to 
the knuckle.  "You heard me" I said.  "In and out.  Fuck 
yourself!"  She slowly started finger fucking herself.  

As she continued  I slipped out of my pants.  I  climbed 
up on the hood and got my knees between her spread legs. 
Her eyes had opened briefly as I approached but now she 
closed them and turned her head away.  "It's my turn." I 
said as I grabbed her arms and pinned them  up against 
the windshield.  "No!..please...don't fuck me," she 
begged.    I lay on top of her and poked her with my 
stiff cock until I found her opening. Poised there with  
just the tip of my cock pressing into her  I said,  "You 
like cock, don't you?  I can tell just by looking at you 
that you want it.  The way you dress,  the way you act.  
You're probably a real tease too I bet.  You get the 
guys  really begging for it before you let them fuck 
your brains out."  My voice was quiet but I was barely 
under control.  The tide of rage was rising in me again.  
"It's about time...Somebody should have done this to you 
a long time ago.  You need to be taught a fucking 
lesson!  Like...This!"  I forced my cock roughly into 
her.  Her body tensed and she let out a squeaky little 
cry.  I  began to slowly fuck her with full hard 
strokes.  As I fucked her she stayed tense and immobile 
under me. Her pussy gripped me tightly so that it was 
taking some effort to pull out on the upstrokes.  It 
was as if she  didn't want to let me go, as if clinging 
to my cock,  holding it inside her would prevent it 
from  painfully stabbing back into her again .  I closed 
my eyes and lost myself in the sensations of being  
on top of and inside that tight young body.  Behind my 
balls I could feel the beginnings of that familiar 
tingling sensation, the  prelude to coming.  I couldn't 
control my motions any more.  My cock had a mind 
of its own, driving in and out of her, faster and 
faster, slamming into her harder and harder.  I was 
fucking like an animal.  I started to grind my balls 
around on her ass, swiveling my hips as the urge to 
come became overpowering.  Pulling out of her I got 
myself straddled over her, sitting on her chest.  "I'm 
going to blast you with my come!" I moaned and started 
jerking off in her face.  She turned her head from 
side to side wildly,  saying  
"No!...no!...please...don't...don't..."  I  stilled her 
head with my free hand. The thought of how nice it would 
be to coat her face with my sticky  hot come coupled 
with the fact that she was absolutely powerless to stop 
me sent me over the edge.  Gripping myself tightly I 
sent a shot splattering across  her forehead and onto 
the windshield.  The next one caught her right on the 
bridge of the nose.  She averted her face and I pumped 
the next shots against  her cheek.  Leaning back, 
exhausted, I  let the rest of my come drool out onto her 
neck and breasts.

As I was coming,  at the edge of my awareness,  I heard 
the faint honk of a car horn.  Then another, and 
another, timed exactly with my spurts.  As the last of 
my come was oozing out of me the honk turned into a 
continuos blast.  It was getting louder!  "What the fuck 
are you doing?"  a voice said.  It was my wife.  Opening 
my eyes I turned to look at her in the passenger seat.  
"The fucking light has been green for about half a 
minute! Will you go already?" she yelled.  "People are 
waiting, you jerk!"  My head bowed as I reached for the 
gear shift, engaged the clutch and continued on my 
dreary way.



Fin

Richard Rivers  10/10/97

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