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Subject: {ASSM} Pit Stop (MF, ws, cons)
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This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and may
not be legal for you to read or possess because of your age or
location. It is your responsibility to know the laws of your
jurisdiction and act accordingly.
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real
persons or events are purely coincidental.
Copyright (C) 2002 Dancing Sprite. All rights reserved.
Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the
Internet, provided
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Feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know
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Pit Stop
by Dancing Sprite <dancing.sprite@gmx.net>
The attendant was immediately alarmed when he saw the little red
convertible racing down the road and entering the gas station at
significantly more than the posted speed limit of 10 mph. He
gripped his broom like it might protect him from the speeding
vehicle, took three quick steps towards the raised concrete
island that housed the station's three pumps, and disappeared
behind the center pillar. Chick will kill herself if she always
drives like that, he thought, hoping she wouldn't slam into one
of the pumps.
She didn't. She brought her car to a screeching halt halfway
between the pumps and the little convenience store, pulled the
keys from the ignition, and jumped out.
"Where's the ladies' room?" she almost screamed at the attendant.
Still busy getting his heartbeat under control, he just stared at
her. What a chick, he thought. Way too pretty to die in a car
wreck.
"Where's the ladies' room?" she repeated. This time she did
scream.
"In the store. Blue door on the right," he finally managed and
pointed at the entrance.
She took off like a bullet and rushed into the store. Please,
Lord, she prayed silently, please don't let me pee in my panties
in a convenience store. Please, just two minutes more. 90 seconds
if you will. Please!
There! The blue door. She ripped it open and glanced at the signs
on the opposite wall. Ladies to the right, men . . . Whatever.
She turned right, ran down the short corridor and pushed the door
to the ladies room so hard it crashed into the wall.
The janitor sweeping the floor stopped his mop in mid-sweep and
stared at her.
"Excuse me, I need to . . . Excuse me!" She shoved him out of the
way, turned, and backed up against the toilet. "Excuse me!" she
said again, hoping he'd get the hell out of the room. Ten
seconds, Lord, please!
She yanked her skirt up and began to squat down. The moment she
slipped her hands under the waistband of her panties, she knew
the Lord had refused her that last extension. Her time was up.
Just as she began to push her panties down her thighs, the
floodgates opened, no longer under her control. A thick stream of
pale yellow fluid shot out of her pussy and into her panties.
Then, as she pushed them farther down, the stream hit the floor,
where it gathered into a puddle between her and the janitor's
feet.
Her thighs finally landed on the seat and the stream went where
it was supposed to go. The girl's relief turned into
embarrassment as she remembered the janitor's presence. Her eyes
wandered from the puddle on the floor up the guy's legs, rested
briefly on the bulge in his crotch, then continued up his chest
until she finally found the strength to meet his eyes.
"You pissed on the floor!" he complained, still undecided whether
he wanted to be mad at her or turned on.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay!"
"Now I have to sweep the floor all over again!"
"Hey, I said I was sorry, okay? You should have moved out of my
way."
"What?! Now it's my fault?"
"No, it's not your fault. Not entirely, at least." Her eyes
wandered back to his crotch. The bulge was still there. Even
bigger than before. "Say, you enjoy watching me pee?"
"No, I don't. I . . ." Then it dawned on him that the evidence to
the contrary was right in front of her eyes. "Yeah, kind of. I
never watched a girl piss before."
"Funny, I've never watched a man pee." She seemed lost in thought
for a moment. "Why don't you pee too and let me watch?"
He just stared at her.
"Come on, I want to watch you pee. Tit for tat!" She leaned
forward and pulled down his sweatpants and boxer shorts before he
could reach out and stop her. "Wow, that's a nice dick! How long
is it?"
"What the fuck are you doing? You can't . . ."
"I just did," she grinned mischievously at him. "Now pee for me!"
She slid back on the seat, kicked off her soiled panties, and
spread her thighs wide. "Just don't pee on my legs."
"I can't. I'm too hard. I can't piss like this."
She dimly remembered something from biology class. When men had
an erection, some kind of muscle kicked in and prevented . . .
What the heck. If he needed to get rid of his erection first,
she'd suck him off. No big deal. She really wanted to see him pee
now.
She leaned forward again, grabbed his dick, and pulled him
closer. Must be seven inches at least, she thought, maybe seven
and a half. "How long is it?" she asked again.
"Never measured it. You really want to blow me? Here?"
"Sure, why not? You said you couldn't pee if you had an erection,
didn't you?"
"Jesus H. Christ," he sighed when she wrapped her lips around his
dick. He looked down and watched in amazement as the first two
inches of his dick disappeared between her pale pink lips. She
was really doing it, sucking him off in the ladies' room! His
buddies would never believe this!
He felt her tongue dancing around his dick while she slid her
mouth slowly back and forth and her right hand massaged the
exposed shaft expertly. Soon enough his breath came out in ragged
gasps and he knew he wouldn't last long.
Despite her intention to suck the guy off quickly and move on to
the peeing part, her own lust arose quickly. She moved her free
hand to her pussy and rubbed her engorged clit vigorously, at the
same time easing up on his dick to give herself more time to
reach a climax of her own.
But he wouldn't let her. As soon as he felt her efforts
slackening, he took her head in both hands and began to fuck her
mouth gently but firmly. Before she could do anything about it,
she felt his dick expanding slightly and knew he was about to
come. Frustrated as she was at not being able to come herself,
she still wanted her lover to enjoy it. She let all but the head
slip out of her mouth, sucked hard, and stabbed at his piss hole
with her tongue.
He came instantly. With his hands still holding her head, he
managed to keep his dick between her lips and flooded her mouth
with his cum. She sucked greedily, swallowing each spurt as soon
as it landed on her tongue. She would have loved to keep it in
her mouth for a while and savor the taste, but was afraid that
something might leak out and soil her blouse.
When his hips finally stopped jerking back and forth and his dick
deflated, she let it slip out of her mouth. She slid back on the
toilet's seat and spread her legs wide again. "Now pee," she
demanded.
The janitor stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Come on, pee!" she repeated. "You said you couldn't pee when
you're hard. You're not hard anymore. Now do it! I want to watch
you pee!"
To the best of his knowledge, nobody except his mom had ever
watched him piss, and that was a long, long time ago. He was
clearly uncomfortable, but after that super blowjob he just got,
he felt he couldn't refuse her. He took careful aim so he
wouldn't piss on her belly or her legs accidentally.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said when he finally
started. She smiled and watched intently as his piss shot out of
his dick and hit the bowl just inches in front of her.
After a few seconds, her interest faded. Her curiosity satisfied,
she wondered what watersports aficionados found so exiting about
it. Okay, probably they did more than just watch, but that wasn't
her cup of tea. Cum on her skin, or pussy juice--anytime, but
pee? Yuck! No way!
To her surprise, his dick began to grow again. Slowly, but
noticeably. When the stream diminished and finally stopped
altogether, the last drop still clinging to his piss hole, he was
clearly on the way to another erection.
"Satisfied now?" he asked gruffly, not aware of the double
entendre of his words. He gave his dick a gentle shake that made
the drop fall to the floor.
"Not quiet. I haven't come yet," she said and stood up. She took
his dick out of his hand and tugged at it lightly. "It can get
hard again, can't it?"
It did. Pleased with her handiwork, the girl bunched her skirt up
around her waist again, turned around and leaned against the
wall, sticking her ass out at him. "What are you waiting for?
Screw me!"
His fear of getting caught in the act flashed up briefly, but his
desire to fuck this hot chick was stronger. He guided his dick to
her pussy and pushed half of it into her with the first thrust of
his hips.
"Yeah!" she screamed. "Deeper!"
"Keep the noise down, baby," he whispered urgently while he
thrust forward again and buried the rest of his dick in her hot
pussy.
"Yeah!" she screamed again, not quite as loud this time. "Fuck
me!"
All fear of getting caught was forgotten when her pussy muscles
tightened and enveloped his dick like a velvet glove. He grabbed
her hips with both hands and fucked her fast and hard. Each time
his hips slammed into her ass cheeks, he let out a hoarse groan,
punctuated by the girl's almost continuous moans of pleasure.
Having come just a few minutes earlier definitely helped his
self-control, but the thrill of fucking her in the ladies' room,
where another customer could push the unlocked door open and
surprise them any minute, soon got the better of him. He
tightened his grip on her hips and slammed into her even harder,
oblivious to the noise they were both making.
"I'm coming!" the girl suddenly shrieked and pushed her ass back,
almost throwing him off balance. Her pussy muscles clamped down
on his dick erratically and pushed him over the edge again. He
shot his load deep into her and finally pulled his spent dick out
of her pussy, coated with a mixture of her juices and his cum.
"Hand me some toilet paper." She was still breathing hard, but
had regained enough of her composure to stand without leaning
against the wall. Holding her skirt up around her waist with one
hand, she quickly wiped the juices off her pussy and thighs.
"Babe, that was good," she said when she was finished and threw
the soaking wad of paper on the floor. "I really got to run now."
"Wait! Your panties!" He bent down to pick them up, then stopped
when he remembered that she had pissed into them.
"They're all wet! Just throw them away, or keep them--"
She straightened her skirt and made for the door, stopping
briefly in front of the mirror to check her face for cum that
might have escaped her mouth when she blew him. There was none.
"See you around!" She waved cheerfully at him and disappeared out
of the door.
The janitor just stood there, pants still down, limp dick
dangling in front of him, and stared after her. His buddies would
never believe this!
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Copyright (C) 2002 Dancing Sprite. All rights reserved.
Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the
Internet, provided
(a) you do not make any modifications to the story
(b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the
author's email address
(c) you do not charge readers to access this story
(d) you send me an email and tell me where you posted it
Feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know
what you think about this story. To contact me, send your email
to dancing.sprite@gmx.net
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