Page 396 of S is for SEX

I looked at the empty bottle and tossed it in the shrubs. That’s one good thing about buying a plastic bottle; you can just chuck ‘em anywhere.

“Here’s the deal, Dough. My friend hasn’t texted me or called all day, I have to get going. I need you to fuck me before I leave. It can be a quickie or whatever. But you have to fuck me here, in the parking lot, before I go, Dough,” I held my palms up and waited on a response.

He squinted and peered at me through the slits.

“I no get up. Too upset rong time. Dickey no workey, me so sowwy,” he responded with a bow.

God damn. Seriously? Too upset to fuck? That’s crazy.

“Fuck that, Dough,” I took a breath and started again, “That girl in the car, she can swallow a three foot long cock. I have no idea what you’re packing, but she’ll suck you until you’re hard…guaranteed. All you gotta do is pull out of her mouth and shove it in me. Maybe three strokes, okay?’

“Bro-job? Dough rike-ahh bro-job,” he responded with a bow.

“Yeah, everybody rike a bro-job, huh?” I responded.

Fucking Asians.

“Beth come here,” I barked toward the car window.

The door opened and Beth got out and stood beside me. I turned to face her, cupped my hand beside her ear, and whispered, “I want you to suck this guy’s cock Beth. Until he’s hard as a fucking rock, and then he’s going to pull out of your mouth and poke it in my twat. Then we’ll leave. Are you going to disappoint me?”

“No, Christy. I won’t. I’ll suck his cock for you,” she responded in a whisper.

“You’re a good girl Beth, you make me proud,” I said out loud. I read that somewhere too.

She beamed.

Mental note, thank author again.

“Let’s get this show on the road. Can you just squat here and do it, so you don’t scab up your knees?” I asked.

She looked into my eyes and nodded.

Cute bitch.

Standing on the side of the car that was shielded from the road, Beth stood, bent her knees and squatted.

“Come here, Dough,” I said, waving toward Beth.

He approached and bowed.

“Enough of the proper bullshit. Get your cock out. Dick, whatever it is. Stick it in her mouth. When it’s hard, and you know it’ll stay that way, pull it out and stick it in me, okay?” I said in a demanding tone.

He nodded.

Christy Cross is motherfucking Boss.

“Okay, I’m going to pull my pants down and bend over right beside her. Stick it in when you’re ready, we’ll make it quick,” I said as I looked him in the eye.

“Dough rike-ahh bro-job,” he said.

“Well step up here and get you one. Beth likes to give ‘em,” I said as I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them past my ass cheeks, and tuned around.

Facing the car, I placed my hands on the top as if I were being arrested. I heard Dough’s zipper unzip, and Beth begin to make slurping sounds. The thought of making these two do as I told them made me soaking wet. I took one hand off of the roof and put my finger in my mouth. Here we go.

Resting my forehead on the top of the car, I reached down and slid my first two fingers into my pussy. In….out….in…out. I pinched my clit and rolled my fingers. Here we go.

One.

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