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Subject: {ASSM} The Ride
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Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2015 07:10:56 -0500
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The Ride   (Voyeurism,Oral,Maturbation)
 
 
    Shimmering lines of heat rising  from the road, amongst the long lines 
of traffic, moving east and west on Route  84.  The summer pilgrimage to the 
Connecticut seashore and east, meeting  the flow of traffic going and 
coming from New York City on 684.  The  proximity of the junction, the abnormally 
hot weather and afternoon commuters,  causing the long line of traffic, 
double lane moving to the Connecticut  border.  That and the rolling line of 
mountains causing the truckers to  strain in the slow lane.  Climbing slowly 
up one summit, to roll down  another and then up once again.  Well the 
mountains are not what would be  called that in the west and even the east coast; 
but for Iowa and other states,  these would be the Himilayas.
    The car sliding along smoothly,  the man, using his left hand to steer 
as his right hand rests on the bare leg of  the woman next to him.  The 
strident Rockabilly sound of Volbeat filling  the inside of the vehicle with a 
relaxing sound.  The slow progress along  the choked road causing the man to 
cuss at not taking another route; but this  was really the most direct and 
fastest, normally.  Today was not a normal  day. 
    The man and woman wearing  jogging shorts and tanktops.  The man a 
black tanktop and black  shorts.  The color just a few shades darker than his 
skin.  The woman  maroon shorts and a teal top.  Showing off the smooth lines 
of her long  legs while barely bulging the tank top, except for the 
noticeable bumps of her  hard nipples.  Huddling close to the man, her head resting 
on the brawny  arm.  Feeling the hard muscles underneath, smelling the sweat 
from his  armpit.  Shivering with the cool air, blowing from the AC vents.  
 Chilling her legs and the now dried tank top.  Her nipples aching, not  
unpleasantly; but reminding her with the hard nubs rubbing against her  top.  
Reminding her of the sensitive nerve ending, so close and easily  stimulated.
    In spite of the chill, the  warmth of the man's arm as she holds it to 
her chest, her head resting on the  bulge of bicep, feeling content.  
Smiling and humming softly to the  music.  Body feeling comfortably stretched and 
tired after running the  half-marathon for charity.  Smiling as she 
remembers waiting at the finish  line for her man to cross.  Laughing at him as he 
lumbered across the white  strip.  He may be one muscular son of a bitch; but 
he can't run distance  for shit.
    His hand on her thigh, moving  slowly up and down, soothing the velvety 
skin of her inner thigh.  Just  massaging a six inch stretch.  Brushing 
against the pantleg of her shorts;  but not going higher.  Turning her head, to 
let her tongue lick at the  muscle of his arm.  Tasting the salt of his 
sweat, as she slowly licks up  his shoulder, then leaning over to tickle the 
man breast.  The hard mound  of flesh, bigger then hers; but all hard sinew 
and muscle.  Finding the  small nipple with her lips and tongue, making him 
groan as her teeth nip and  tongue arouses the sleeping nerve tissue.  Her 
hand moving to his chest,  just below his hard pectoral.  Feeling the lines of 
his six pack, as it  slides to his waistband.  "Careful girl!"  His 
admonishment being  punctuated by a gently jerk of the steering wheel.  Slowly 
sliding her hand  under the body forming tee shirt.  The tightening of his 
muscles as her  cool fingers and AC caress the smooth black skin.  Her hand 
pushing the  shirt up to expose his belly button.  Leaning down and kissing the 
innie,  tongue gently working into the small indention. Feeling the man 
lifting for a  brief second at her touch, then settling back into the seat.  I 
said  careful girl, there is no place to pull over here." 
    The musk of his body filling her  nostrils as she is so close to his 
crotch.  The mixed scent of sweat  and man musk.  Feeling herself shiver as 
she takes in the aroma.   Raising her head once again, to look into the face 
of the man.  Seeing his  eyes focused on the endless queue of cars ahead of 
them, then jumping as she  feels his hand move under the pantleg of her 
jogging shorts.  The thick  black fingers, stroking, so knowingly against the 
thin material of her  panties.  Against the fat lips of her womanhood.  Turning 
her head to  bit at his arm, as the fingers press and knead and trace the 
full lips of her  labia.  Biting harder, as she allows a soft moan escape her 
lips, then  another as she buries her head into his armpit, her body 
shaking with  excitement.  Legs opening and closing of their own volition.  
Wanting  to allow him access; while wanting to squeeze the thick fingers.
    The fingers moving the panty  crotch to the side, jamming it against 
her left thigh.  Exposing the hot  fevered lips of her pussy.  Moaning louder 
as the fingers expose her wet  pussy lips to the knowing touch of his 
fingers and the cool blowing of the  AC.  Lifting her head, and whispering a soft 
plea,  "please,  please,"  Begging for his fingers to touch deeper.  The 
finger tips  pressing the walls apart, feeling the wetness of the white woman, 
as he peels  the lips open.  Her hand moving to the waistband of his jogging 
shorts,  pulling at the strings and then dragging the elastic waistband 
down, fingers  groping and finding the semi-hard length of his manhood.  Prying 
it from  his jock strap, exposing the blue-black length of his turgid cock. 
 The fat  head swollen and stretched, the veins outlined along the ebony  
shaft. 
    The white woman's eyes, going  wide with need, already anticipating the 
touch of the swollen cock against her  lips.  Lowering her head to just 
touch the spongy head.  Tongue tip,  feeling the eye hole at the center, then 
feeling her body forced back as the man  shifts his body against the steering 
wheel.  Denying the woman all but that  quick taste.  A groan of 
frustration as she try to move her head against  the wheel and his lap.  "Stop it, 
btich.  You trying to get us  killed."  A bit of frustration in the man's voice 
 from his aroused  state and the crazy lines of traffic on the superhighway.
    Sliding his hand from between  her legs, and pulling her away from him, 
pushing her from the middle to the  passenger seat.  "Now, sit there like a 
good little ho."  The woman  leaning against the door, her eyes still glued 
to the thick black cock, sticking  out of the waistband of the jogging 
shorts.  Whining like a little girl, as  the man uses his hand to push the hard 
organ back into his shorts.  The  woman's chest pumping quickly, her body 
trembling with her frustration.   Tears forming in her eyes.  "I need your big 
black cock in me,"  the  words spilling out from between her trembling lips.
    The man looking hard at the  woman, then back to the road.  Seeing the 
line of traffic, endless in front  of him and in his rearview mirror.  A 
slow smile wreathing his thick  lips.  "You need to cum, my little white bitch, 
don't you?"  The  woman, nodding quickly.  "Well, I am quite occupied at 
the moment, don't  you think; but I am sure you can help with this problem."
    "Hear is what you are going to  do Patrice, my black cock bitch.  His 
words soft, but full of  command.  "If you want me to fuck you when we get 
back, then you will help  to make this ride go better for me............and 
others on the road."   Leaving the words hanging their for a long minute.  
Concentrating on the  line of traffic in front of him, moving slightly faster 
then the line of over  the road truckers in the slow lane.
    "Dear Patrice, do you see those  trucks alongside of you girl?  Open 
the window, they can't see you past  that dark glass."  The window sliding 
down with a "Whirrrr" of sound.   The brightness of the sunny afternoon filling 
the opening and the hot sun,  warming the AC cooled skin of her shoulder.  
"Look at them, wave to them  girl."  Looking to the black man, then seeing 
him serious, leaning her  right arm out the window and waving at the trucker 
alongside of them.  The  man finally looking down and a brief wave back.  
The back window, rolling  down with a "whirr" of sound.  "Now, pull your strap 
off your shoulder and  your front down girl, let him see that small pancake 
of a breast."  Again  looking at the man and then sliding the narrow 
shoulder strap down, the white  flesh of her breast showing against the tan of her 
body.  The long hard  nipple standing out from her chest.  A honk of the 
truck"s horn, signifying  that the man sees the small breast.
    Laughing with a deep sound of  enjoyment, the black man, is enjoying 
the discomfort of the woman.  "You  don't like whitey redneck looking at your 
breast honey?  Take your top off,  let him see both of them beauties!"  
Slowly pulling the hem of her top over  her head, the tanned flesh of her belly 
and upper body outlining the two whites  circles of her small breasts.  The 
hard nipples sticking out achingly from  her chest.  Her lower lip trembling 
with embarrassment as she drops the top  in the back seat.  A double toot 
greeting this display.  "See, wasn't  that easy girl.  Now I want to you lay 
your seat all the way back and slide  your shorts and panties off."  Waiting 
a few seconds.   "Nowwwww!!!!!!!!!!"  His voice loud and sharp, reaching to 
the lever at the  side and pressing it to recline the seat, then hands 
moving in slow motion or so  it seems to her.  Fingers hooking in the waistband 
of her jogging shorts,  dragging them down over her hips and ass, and then 
pushing them down her thighs  to her knees, feeling them slide down to her 
ankles.  Then looking again,  not believing as she watches the black man nod.  
Fingers sliding her  panties down, exposing the white strip of her bikini 
bottoms and the tan of her  lower belly and thighs.  The contrast so stark. 
    The full labia, puffy below her  mound, the soft round swell, showing a 
light outline of muscle beneath.   Moaning weakly as she lays back, her 
body a long line of naked flesh.  The  small breasts, tight to her chest, 
flattening with the two hard nipples rising  firmly from her darker aureoles.  
Arms stiffly at her sides, the smooth  belly and swell of hips, forming around 
the vee of her pubes.  The fat  lips, squeezed between her closed thighs.
    "Shame on you Patrice, my little  ho, that isn't very enticing or 
comfortable I bet."  I want you to play  with yourself for me girl and for all 
the men and women in the vehicles we  pass.  I want you to have that orgasm 
you so need.  Now  start."
    Taking three deep breaths, then  opening her legs, spreading them 
apart.  Not looking out the open window of  the back seat.  Not seeing the 
leering smile of the trucker.  Her  fingers of her hands moving to her mouth and 
wetting the pads, then sliding them  down to pull at her nipples.  Rolling 
them in her fingers, pulling them  gently.  Her mouth trembling as a series of 
moans fill the interior of the  car.  Her lower body, untouched, lifting 
from the seat as she feels the  sensitive nubs responding to the tactile 
stimulation of her knowing  fingers.  Her mind now focusing on the sensitive 
nipples, heels digging  into the floor mat as her legs spread open.  The heat of 
the afternoon sun,  warming the exposed flesh of her pubes.  Her head 
moving slowly side to  side against the head rest as the sensations in her 
nipples travel to her mind  and then deeper to her core.  The wet feeling of her 
thighs opening, the  lips pulling apart slick with her lubrication.  The 
slit, widening,  exposing the pink flesh of her wet walls.
    Fingers releasing her left  breast and the moving down over her lower 
chest and belly.  The flesh  beneath, rippling with pleasure, the moans, 
drawn out, not distinguishable as  one; but one long continuous sound.  Then her 
fingers sliding lower,  tracing her belly button, then gliding over her 
folds and tracing along her left  labia majora.  The fingernail, pressing 
against the swollen ridge, tracing  it till it slides off to her inner thigh.  
The soft pads, moving down and  then back.  Circling the fat pussy lips, 
teasing at the wet walls, dipping  the first knuckle into the open tunnel.  
Curling in and out and in and  out.............then lifting it to her mouth, 
sucking at the fragrant finger  pad.  Tongue tip circling around and then lips 
clamping on the digit,  sucking loudly on the juice.  Eyes opening and 
turning to the right,  looking up at the gaze of a trucker, not the one that she 
teased with her  breasts, another trucker.  Then another sliding from sight 
as the car  moves faster then the line of trucks. 
    Her body shivering with the  thought of how many have seen her lying 
naked and open.  Hand moving down  again to touch her vulva, fingers toying 
with the oval of her open sex.   The slick fingers tracing the aching ridges 
of her labia, dipping for a moment  in the warm slick tunnel of her sex, then 
sliding up to graze in the folds of  her body.  Finger pad, sliding over 
the hard pearl of her clit.  Her  body trembling with her touches.  A long low 
whimper filling the interior  of the slow moving car.  Her whole body 
shaking with the series of tremors  in her body.  The nerve ending so close to 
the outer skin.  A simple  touch, brush evoking deep moans of sensation.  Her 
nipples aching as her  one hand moves back and forth, pinching, massaging, 
squeezing the long thick  teats.  Pulling them and twisting, as her head 
writhes back and forth on  the head rest.  Eyes half catching the gazes of the 
men above her, outside  the car, leering down from the cabs of their trucks.
    Her hips rotating as the fingers  brush and touch her core, digging 
deep and scrapping the slick walls, her body  clenching on her fingers.  Heels 
digging into the floor mat, lifting her  body from the seat as her cunt and 
fingers duel, helplessly in the passenger  seat.  More frantically, her 
fingers move, shimmering with a glistening of  dew from the oozing hole of her 
pussy.  The fat lips, red and raw, from the  continuous attention.  The 
woman's tummy spasming as the strain  stretches her muscles.  The thighs 
straining as they lift her body, one  bumping against the door as she tries to 
spread her legs further.  The  hollows defined with the tension of her thighs.
    Laying back rocking in the seat,  body jerking spastically as the first 
orgasm wracks her body.  Finger  frantically pulling at her flesh, raking 
it with her nails.  A long scream  of release as her body lifts to the 
ceiling then drops suddenly back to the  seat.  Her tunnel clenching and squeezing 
the absent cock.  Going  through the motions, even though her cock is 
alongside of her, driving slowly,  looking at her in the adjusted mirror.  The 
man seeing the drivers in their  mirrors, jockeying their rigs.  The word 
passed along the line of over the  road men.  The occasional flash of a cell 
phone camera, as some try to save  a momento to show their unbelieving buddies, 
others sending the images  ahead.
    Fingers still working their  magic and torture on her sweaty body.  
Prodding and scratching, poking and  pinching the glisten flesh of her lower 
body.  Desparately seeking another  climax, another orgasm, feeling her 
fingers, touching her clit, then pulling  away as the sensation is so intense.  
Almost a pain.  Again and again,  her fingers moving to touch, to use to take 
another orgasm from her helpless  body.  Building again, slowly deliberately 
to another orgasm, lifting the  sensatin with her fingers, holding it and 
slowly raising it again.  The  plateau slowly moving higher.
    A long low keening from her  drawn lips, nostrils flaring then pinching 
as she prepares to ride another  orgasm.  Chest flushed a bright red, even 
with her tan.  Goose bumps  dimpling her skin.  Legs straining up from the 
seat.  Eyes flickering  open and closed, totally unfocused.  The hard pumping 
of her chest lifting  the aching nipples.  Gasps of air, pulled in between 
the whimpers of her  need. 
    The strong finger of the man  reaching and touching and rubbing her 
shiny swollen clit, feeling the throbbing  of the blood filling it. Pushing her 
hand from her body to lay quivering at her  side, his hand extends and cups 
the slick sensitive flesh of her vulva.   Squeezing slowly, the woman 
lifting her body to the hand, trying to force her  fat cunt lips into the wide 
palm. Then moving higher as he lifts his hand,  following his hand, body 
lifted up from the seat, obscenely hips thrust upward,  and then a quick 
explosion of wet flesh, as the palm lifts with the flick of a  wrist and strikes 
down on the raw bundle of sexual nerve endings.  The  woman screaming in 
pleasure as the pain and pleasure join.  Again and again  his hand slapping the 
spread cunt, the fat lips, the juices flowing freely, as  the woman, quivers 
like a bowl of jello on the seat, her body squeezing and  clenching, rippling 
with her orgasm.  After the fifth slap, the man,  jamming her fingers, 
trying to force them past the clenching muscles of her  pussy.  The woman tight 
and then finally releasing, lying spent and  helpless with her sensual 
overload.  Quick gasping breaths, filling her  lungs, eyes open, but unseeing.  A 
trickle of blood leaking down her chin  from the bite in her lower lip.  
Legs splayed open, just an occasional  tremble, quiver of movement. 
    Helpless to cover her raw aching  flesh.  Not caring that she is 
exposed to any number of men and maybe  women.  Just savoring in a semi-conscious 
state, her intense release.   Not even responding, though she can feel the 
continued caresses of her  man. Sleeping finally, displayed as a whore to all 
who pass the open  windows.  Finally waking to the chill of the AC blowing 
over her still  sticky wet body.  Shivering with the cold and with the  slow 
mental re-enactment of the past hour or was it two. Fingers  slowly 
touching and wincing at the raw tissue of her lower body.  Pulling a  throw from 
the back seat and covering her body as she raises the seat.   Leaning close to 
her man.  Hearing his grunt of acceptance as her fingers  toy with his 
semi-hard organ.
    Knowing Patrice will get that  long hard fucking she so 
needs.......dozing the rest of the ride, not caring as  the throw, display parts of her 
body to the now swiftly moving  traffic..........
 
    
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