Moving Day - Part 2

(INTERR,F-SOLO,EXHIB,VOY,M-SOLO,MF,M+F,NC)

©1999 by B. Peale. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Unconsciously, she began to rub her crotch. After 45 minutes, she was so horny she couldn’t see straight, and pulled into the first Travelers' Aid station she could find. Thankfully, it was one of the unmanned ones that consisted of a few parking spaces and a restroom. Grabbing the dildo out of the bag, she hopped out and ran to the Ladies' Room.

The stall doors had been removed as a safety precaution, so she could see that she was alone. She hurried to the last stall and stripped down, dropping her clothes in a pile in front of her. Her nipples got even harder as the cool air hit them, and she moaned softly. Ripping the dildo from the packaging, and sat down hard on the toilet and teased her nipples with the tip. She trembled as strong sensations overpowered her, traveling from her tits to all the way down to her pussy. Involuntarily, she opened and closed her legs rapidly.

Slowly she moved the dildo down her stomach, pressing it firmly against her clit; she screamed, unprepared for the intense feeling of pleasure it caused. Carefully, she teased it again, softer this time but gradually increasing the pressure, until she was moaning in short gasps.

She closed her eyes and spread her pussy lips the way she saw the woman do earlier that afternoon. Sliding the tip of the dildo into her pussy, she was surprised when it met resistance just past the entrance. She pushed a little harder, but still couldn’t move it any further. Agitated, she scooted forward, bracing her feet against the front of the stall, and slid it in and out frantically. One thrust finally pushed deeper, accompanied immediately with a sharp pain unlike she'd ever felt before. She squeezed her eyes tight as the room began to spin, the pain a dull ache deep in her groin, afraid to continue her movements.

When it subsided, she gingerly eased the dildo out and examined it, dropping her legs to the ground. Alarmed, she noticed that it was coated with a thin reddish sheen. Her eyes widened in panic.

"Don't worry. That just means you popped your cherry."

For the third time that day, an unexpected voice startled her. She jumped up off the toilet, letting the dildo fall to the floor, very aware that she was standing there naked in a deserted bathroom by the side of the road.

A man approached her from across the room where he'd been perched on a sink, quietly watching her work herself into frenzy. She tried to bend down and pick up her clothes, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and raised her back up.

"What are you doing?" he asked calmly.

"P-p-p-icking up m-m-m-my clothes," she stuttered.

The man shook his head. "Uh, uh. Wrong answer," he said, pressing down on her shoulders until she sat back on the toilet.

She started to tremble again, only this time it wasn't caused by arousal.

"I think I'm hurt. I'm bleeding inside," she said, looking up fearfully.

The man nodded. "That’s normal your first time. It will get better, believe me. Now pick up your toy and continue what you were doing. You'll forget all about the pain."

She just sat there, trying to control the shaking.

"Look, it’s your choice. Either you pick it up, or I will," he said calmly, but the menace in his voice was obvious. "Only there's no telling what I might do with it," he added.

"But what if someone comes in?" she asked, wishing it true.

He smiled. "I doubt it. The door is locked from the inside, and I hung an 'Out of Order' sign on it. I'm afraid for the rest of the afternoon, it's just you and me." Scared out of her mind, she bit down on her lower lip and began to rub the dildo over her clit. She closed her eyes and thought about the movie she'd seen, trying to forget the man standing there watching her. Soon, her clit hardened, and it wasn't long before it was throbbing again. Raising her legs back up against the front of the stall, she tentatively pushed the tip of the dildo back in her pussy, bracing herself for the pain she'd felt before. It slid deep the first time, and she noticed that the pain wasn’t as bad as she remembered. She paused, letting it pass, then pumped slowly as it receded until she was able to slide the whole 6" in without any discomfort.

She didn't know the man was standing between her legs until she felt his hands on her legs. Opening her eyes, she came face to crotch with her first real cock. It was thicker than the fake one in her hand, but about the same length.

"Put your legs on the ground," the man said, pressing down on her knees.

She planted her feet on either side of the toilet, which forced her to lean forward into his crotch.

"Don't just sit there, stupid. Suck it!" he hissed.

Instinctively, she stuck her tongue out and teased the head, drawing long, slow lines along the shaft. He rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock in her face. When she sensed he was getting frustrated, she reached up and took the head in her mouth. Again going on instinct, she sucked hard on the head, making it swell larger in her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he grunted.

She worked it into her mouth, sucking a little more in, until it hit the back of her throat. Then she started pistoning her head, sucking hard the whole way and creating the tightest pussy he'd ever felt. Reaching down, he grabbed her head to hold it still, which allowed him to stuff more of his cock in her mouth. She started to cough.

"Relax your throat and breathe through your nose."

It took her a few minutes to get the rhythm right, but eventually she could take him down her throat without choking. With him holding her by her head, her hands were free to resume playing with the dildo. Sitting in this position, the shaft rubbed roughly against her clit when she pulled it out, which made her pussy wet and slippery, helping the dildo slide in deeper and faster. She was moaning in short bursts now, which caused the cock in her mouth to vibrate, and the man to started to moan also. Excited, she pumped the dildo faster and sucked harder on his cock.

About this time she felt a weird feeling building in the pit of her stomach, radiating out and making her more sensitive by the minute. Every time the dildo brushed her clit, the feeling spread a little farther and grew a little stronger. Her nipples felt like they would explode, and her moans were now a low steady hum. Without any warning her breath hitched deep in her chest and she sucked the man's cock all the way in up to the base. Simultaneously, she felt a rush of heat spread through her pussy, her tits, her ass, all over. She must have sucked real hard, because the cock in her mouth suddenly erupted, spraying stream after stream of cum into her mouth, filling it, spilling down her throat, dribbling over her chin. With a final thrust she buried the dildo all the way in her pussy, and tried to hold still as she rode the crest of her first orgasm. Her clit was so sensitive at this point that when it brushed the dildo this last time her legs buckled and she fell forward, forcing the softening cock deeper in her mouth. When he'd stopped pumping cum, the man leaned her back against the toilet as removed his cock from her mouth. Still in a daze, she never even heard him leave the bathroom.

When her strength returned, she scooped her clothes and ran to the car. She was short enough that most people couldn't see that she was naked as she drove home, but the thought that they might was enough to fuel her fantasies for the rest of the ride. Occasionally a truck would pull alongside her and stare down, and she would play with her nipples or tease her pussy for them. By the time she got home, she was raging horny again, and spent the night fucking herself with the dildo all over the house, even venturing out onto her balcony around 8pm to give anyone working late in the office building across the street an unexpected treat. She came 5 times that night; each one was as intense as the first. Since then, she'd replaced her 2 to 3 cold showers a day with 2 to 3 sessions with the dildo. Part of the reason she was so pissed that the movers were late was because it had been more than 8 hours since she’d last masturbated, the longest she'd gone since her visit to the store last week, and she was starting to go out of her mind.

She was just about to open her shorts for a quick rub when the intercom buzzed.

"Who is it?" she barked into the speakers.

"Dan Simmons from Loval Moving Company, ma'am."

She released the talk button and pressed the button to let them up. By the time the knock on the door came, she was ready to let them have it with both barrels.

"What took you so fucking long? I thought your company was supposed to be dispatched from down the block!"

Had she not been so mad, she probably would have been terrified of the man in her doorway. He was a easily 6'5", with a clean shaven head and a dark goatee. His jaw was square and rugged looking, his cheekbones high, and his skin the color of dark chocolate, appearing black against the stark white of the hallway walls. He wore a thin cotton t-shirt stretched tight over a well muscled body that clearly benefited from manual labor, and the khaki walking shorts that stopped mid thigh seemed too small (but then again, almost anything would). His waist looked too narrow to support the rippled terrain of his abdomen and his broad, bull-like chest, although the twin tree trunks he called legs probably helped some. His well-muscled thighs were as big around as her head, and his calves looked like they were moving even while he was stood still. His biceps flexed powerfully when he crossed his arms across his chest, patiently waiting for her to end her tirade.

"Ms. Caton, I’m sorry we’re late. We had the wrong address," he explained when he finally had an opening. "The reservation was written with Fairfax Drive as the street name, instead of Fairfax Road. We ended up across town, and got stuck in rush hour traffic trying to get back."

"Well, shithead,” she snarled, "It’s not MY fault that one of YOU idiots got it wrong, is it? Do I have to pay extra for this kind of service, or is it part of the package?" she added sarcastically.

He could tell when he was on the losing end of an argument, so he opted to just get on with the task at hand rather than wasting any more time on this abuse. Apologizing again, he stepped past her into the condo followed by two more men, both white and not quite as large, but still equally impressive. Each one was about 6" tall with close cropped blonde hair and wonderful bodies. The first was built like a football player, his chest and arms almost as big as Dan's, while the second was more tightly muscled, like a gymnast. They also wore tight white t-shirts with the company logo on the left side and khaki shorts. They both gave her tits an appreciative glance as they walked past her.

"Look, we’re running behind,” she snapped. "Could you guys linger a little less and get the truck loaded so we can get out of here?" She had to let these gorillas know who was boss!

Andrea had a lot of stuff, and it took several hours to get the condo emptied and the truck loaded. By the time everything was packed and secured, it was pretty late in the afternoon. Reluctantly, Dan went upstairs to discuss their options with Andrea. It was a 16 - 24 hour drive to Louisville, traffic permitting, and it was already 3:00. If they left now, stopped tonight at a motel, drove 10 hours the next day and checked into a motel again that night, they would probably arrive at their destination sometime in the afternoon on Tuesday. The alternative would be to leave early tomorrow morning, drive for 10 hours, stay in a motel, and arrive in Louisville sometime during the evening on Wednesday. The first scenario required her to pay for an additional night in a motel, but got her there the soonest.

In reality, Andrea could care less about the additional cost; she would have paid an extra $5,000 if it would get her out of this city quicker. Besides, she wasn’t even paying for the move; her father was. But she wasn't going to let them off that easy. She was still steamed about them being late, and wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to break their balls.

"You guys are so fucking incompetent!" she railed. "You mean to tell me that, not only were you late, but now it's going to cost me more money just so you can meet the timeline I was quoted? Shit, the only reason we're even having this discussion is because you were too fucking stupid to find me in the first place." Dan started to interrupt, but a scathing glare from Andrea cut him off. "Give me a fucking break. I should be asking for a Goddamn discount. Fine, let's just get on with it."

Downstairs though, Dan got the last laugh.

"One more thing, Ms. Caton. You'll have to ride up in the truck with Tim and me,” he said, gesturing toward the football player. "We had to use the passenger seat in the van for some of your more 'delicate' things, so there's only enough room in there for Billy."

Glowering, she watched Dan climb in on the driver's side while Tim held the door propped open for her. The cab of the truck was built to hold three normal sized men, but there was no way she and the two behemoths next to her were going to fit comfortably. To make matters worse, every chance Dan got, he hit a pothole or drove over uneven pavement.

The truck was an older model, with a manual transmission that required an exaggerated action to shift. It seemed Dan needed to shift a lot, which caused him to brush Andrea's thigh and occasionally run his elbow across her chest. At first she was certain that it was intentional, but whenever she looked at him he was concentrating on the road. Similarly, if there was a particularly sharp turn or a rough patch of road, Tim would lean into her, also brushing her thigh or rubbing his arm along the side of her tit.

And it was unbearably hot. According to Dan, the air hadn't worked in years, so by the time they crossed out of Virginia 4 hours later, their clothes stuck wetly against their bodies. She wanted to be disgusted by the thick smell of sweat that hung in the air, but she actually found it arousing. Coupled with the casual brushings, her pussy was so wet she was afraid they could hear her squish when she moved. She closed her eyes and rested her head, trying to appear nonchalant as her mind wandered over what it might be like to be fucked by these two men by the side of the road. When she opened her eyes she could see, even in the waning light, that her crotch was soaked, but neither man seemed to notice. Just past 9:00, Dan pulled into the parking lot of a motel that allowed trucks to board overnight. Andrea's sexual frustration was at an all time high, and she was even more irritable than she'd been in Washington.

End of Part 2.

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