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Subject: My Brilliant Hitchhiker (mf, light dom)
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The following story is for mature (age-wise, anyway) audiences. If
you are under 18, please donıt read it.
My Brilliant Hitchhiker
by Marc Proust
I decided to drive. It was only six hours away and I needed time to
gather my thoughts together. My topic was ³Lust and Poetry: Can
Either Survive in the Post-Industrial World?² It was a new paper,
and the bugs werenıt fully worked out, but I was excited about the
question and eager to give the paper. Prof. Tyson of Jacksonville
University was a world-renown scholar on such matters, and our
meeting the next day was a source of much anticipation on my part.
I was nearly to Charleston when I saw her hitch-hiking. I was tired
of thinking already, and figured a bit of female companionship
would help pass the time. I had until 2:00 the next day, which was
ample time to come to grips with post-industrial society, at least that
part that had eluded me so far.
³Gee, thanks. I thought Iıd be there forever! How far are you
going?²
³Only to Jacksonville. Does that help?²
Well, it turned out it helped a lot since she was also going to
Jacksonville. She was about my age, perhaps a bit younger, no babe
but very pretty in a lost, waifish sort of way. In spite of her slightly
immature demeanor, however, it was clear from the start that she
was no dummy. She wore a simple cotton top and I saw, before the
dome light expired at the hands of its timer, that her breasts were not
confined by a bra. I love that. It is so rare these days. Lust began to
get the upper hand over poetry in my ruminations on the post-
industrial world.
³My nameıs Marc. Whatıs yours?²
³My friends call me Dandy.²
³Now thereıs a name you donıt hear everyday. While I am prepared
to believe you are pretty dandy, I canıt imagine thatıs why your
parents gave their kid such a name.² You can tell Iım no smooth
talker. If fact, for some reason (and Iım not alone) I sound like a
pedantic fool the minute I encounter a beautiful woman. I really
thought I was getting better.
³My middle name is DıAndrea and for as long as I can remember
Iıve been called Dandy. I think my dad started it. My first name is
Laura, which I donıt much like, so Iıve kind of gotten used to being
Dandy.²
I asked how she came to be hitchhiking and she proceeded to tell me
a long story, most of which I have forgotten, involving a boy and a
girl, another girl, and a banjo. I didnıt believe a word of it, but it
made me laugh, and we had sailed past Charleston when she said,
by way of conclusion to her tale:
³I guess I get into trouble, because when I like a guy I just want to
do *anything* for him. They take advantage.²
Even I recognized that this was my cue. All thought of industry and
poetry was gone; only lust remained. My cock began itıs inevitable
swell. The beginning is the most electric: slow jolts penetrate the
testicles and tell the blood to quit what itıs doing (what *does* it
usually do?) and rush to the penis. I knew it sounded dumb, but the
only thing I could think of to do was to ask: ³Do you like me,
Dandy?²
³Yes.² She said it submissively, and we were off to the races. Now,
I had read about such women, but no one I had ever been involved
with had been interested in such games. In fact, I have day-dreamed
of dominating or being dominated, but never really thought seriously
about either. In the next few seconds, however, I resolved to play
my part as best I could. My post-industrial world had just expanded.
³Dandy, touch your left breast with your right hand. It would make
me happy.² As I said this, we were gliding past Savannah. I love to
drive at night. It is so lonely and quiet; cars shy away from the dark.
Not only did Dandy follow my instruction, I noticed that she gently
began to massage her left breast, and squirmed, if ever so slightly,
on the seat of the car. My penis was swelling in earnest now, and I
was really enjoying getting in touch with my dominant side. It is
good for all of us, occasionally, to act like a macho asshole.
³Excellent!² I said. ³Now, Dandy, take your top off and show me
your tits. Itıs dark, and no one outside the car can see. Feel your
nipples; pinch them and pull them.² Although it was dark, I could
easily make out Dandyıs profile as she shed her white cotton shirt,
and began to touch herself. She started slowly, gently feeling her
nipples, but it wasnıt long before her intensity increased and the
gentle touches gave way to slow, gripping gropes. She was
breathing hard, too. As oncoming cars passed us by, their headlights
allowed me to see how her nipples responded: they became
enormously firm, proud and disproportionate to the size of her
lovely, small breasts. Big nipples on small tits are nothing short of
poetic: the promise of happiness, some philosopher said in another
context. I reached over to feel them, to softly pull and pinch them
myself, and elicited a groan from the beautiful lady as she let me take
over.
³God, you are a pretty slut.² I said. I didnıt usually talk this way to
women, but now I *had* to. ³Now, Dandy-slut, I want you to open
my pants and pull out my dick. Thatıs it. See how big it gets when it
knows thereıs a slut around. Now, suck it, cunt!² She sucked it all
right. She was a real artist: she knew exactly how to tease a man; she
brought me to the edge several times before hauling me back again,
panting from the sweet agony of unfulfilled sexual union.
³Not bad.² I tried to be nonchalant, but I could tell she knew I was
impressed, very. ³But youıre not having any fun, are you slut?
Listen, I want you to take your pants and panties off, and sit Indian-
style on the seat.² She did. I should not have been surprised, but I
was. This was great! Then I said: ³Now, while you suck me, you
have to play with your cunt. Thatıs right, stick your fingers in that
wet pussy. Smear your cunt juice down your ass; rub it all over your
pissy cunt. Thatıs right, slut, I want you to get good and wet. Cunts
are wet. Cunts are full of piss. Cunts get big, and puffy, and rose-
like when you touch them. They get wet when you pee out of them.
Your ass-hole gets wet when cuntish piss flows down your crack.² I
was damn near incoherent; thatıs how good she was. ³ Now,
Dandy, I want you to suck me till I come. But, you have to come at
the same time.²
We hurtled down the highway pell-mell while I kept up this constant
chatter. Dandy was really getting into it; every time I mentioned her
cunt, she groaned with my enormously expanded cock in her mouth.
Her lips were silky on my penis, and she used her teeth in a way
that, falling just short of pain, felt exquisitely real as they raked their
way up my swollen shaft. Just when it was getting to be too much,
she would stop and use her tongue to retrace the tracks of the teeth to
soothe and cool, and every so often would turn her head from side
to side as she emitted low, humming noises. Here was a woman to
be celebrated! A woman who knew full well that not every male
orgasm was the same; that those that are properly constructed in time
will provide physical and emotional side-effects that are not only
gratefully received, but long remembered.
³Dandy, Iım close! Youıd better be, too, you cunt!² I nearly
screamed. By the looks of it, she was. As she sucked me to
perfection, I could tell that she had two fingers up her pussy and
was rubbing her clit furiously with the other. ³Yes. Yes.² I babbled
on. ³ Iım going to come in your mouth! O Yes, you slut! Yes!²
And it *did* occur to me, as it must to you, that while I was
nominally in control, Dandy was calling all the shots. I was as
helpless and pitiful as newborn baby, responding to each and every
subtle manipulation of her great art and heart; yet she was
supposedly submitting to me.
I began pumping ropes of white semen down Dandyıs throat, just as
she let out a muffled holler and jammed her legs together over her
hand. Perfection! I had slowed the car in anticipation and was very
glad that it was so late at night; there were no other cars around and
we floated on through Georgia with only a slight tremor and swerve.
When I had settled down a bit, and regained my composure, I
engaged her in conversation. She asked why I was going to
Jacksonville, I told her about my paper and, to my utter delight,
discovered that she had some interesting and original ideas on poetic
lust in the post-industrial world. It never fails to impress me how
total novices can sometimes cut through layers of academic fat and
get to the heart of the matter. Yes, yes, it may have been a bit
childish, her idea, but there was energy and originality there that had
eluded my colleagues. I made a mental note to steal her idea for my
talk the next day.
We got to Jacksonville late, very late, and Dandy insisted that I stay
with her, rather than the hotel room reserved for me by the
university. Of course, I agreed, and called the hotel to let them know
I would not be coming, and to ask them to please inform the
Department, should they call, that I would be there for my seminar at
2:00 the next day. Her apartment was surprisingly elegant and
cheery, and was located near the harbor in an exclusive part of town.
Books lined the walls, providing a decor that made me feel right at
home. We were both exhausted, and I fell asleep in seconds, hardly
thinking of post-industrial literature or sex.
The next morning I awoke feeling great, bursting with ideas and
eager to give my talk. Dandy was in the shower, and as I waited for
her I thought about what a fantastic time we had had the night
before. Before long, my cock was hard again, and I gently played
with it, stroking it softly, rubbing the tip, and running my fingers
slowly over my balls. I was feeling downright languorous, sexy and
romantic, not at all bossy like the night before.
³Good morning, Marc. Your turn. What a day! I love it when it
turns a bit cool like this.² Dandy was looking lovely. As if by
chance, her robe drifted open as she swept around to sit by me, and
I stole a glimpse of her soft, small breasts, and her silky mound,
sprinkled with its sparse thatch of down. There was indeed a cool
breeze blowing through the window and it made her beautiful, too-
large nipples stand stiff and puffy.
³And what is this!??!²
She had turned back the covers, discovered my erect member, and
was expressing mock shock. Though she made moves to touch it,
and even bent over towards it so close that I could feel her hot breath
on me as she stared in feigned surprise, no contact was made. She
left me twitching as she stood up and embraced herself to secure the
robe.
³You are absolutely filthy, Marc. Now get in the shower and we will
reevaluate the situation when you come back.²
She was right: I really was filthy and I made quick tracks to the
bathroom for a pee and shower. It is not unusual that I wake with a
hard-on but this morning was different and I waited longer than
usual on the seat before enough flacidity had returned to enable me
to pee properly. Minutes later, the heat of the shower put me in a
state somewhere between extreme sensuality and overpowering
ennui: liquid, languorous, languid, fecund, Rousseau, jungles,
humid, post-industrial torpor, poetic licentiousness, lusty, busty...
³On your knees you cur!! Get out of the fucking shower THIS
MINUTE you dog!! How dare you keep me waiting?!??!
I could have left. She wasnıt at all big. A waif, just like I said
before. But I didnıt. My lecture wasnıt for two hours, and the
university wasnıt far. Plus, was terribly curious how I would
respond to being dominated.
³Now come here, dog, and look at my cunt.² As she commanded
me, she let her own robe fall off, scooted her bottom to the edge of
the bed, and opened her legs to show me her beautiful pussy. ³Just
look. Donıt touch!²
Now, I love vaginas. Whenever I see one, I am thunderstruck anew.
Hers was delicate, like her frame, and the outer lips were small and
rounded. While I did not mind looking, as my cock swelled again,
making me look indeed like an obscene dog, it became harder and
harder not to touch. Her cunt meanwhile was changing, ripening,
glistening, opening, and beginning to emit that astonishing earthy
aroma. As I looked, she closed her eyes.
³Lick my asshole. Donıt touch my cunt! You dogs are all alike. You
like ass, donıt you. Now lick!²
I really donıt know who was calling the shots, but I did lick it. She
scootched her ass over the side of the bed a bit more, and I began to
gently caress the little rosebud with my tongue. What could be
lewder? This has always gotten me as hard as a skiff pole. My dick
was twitching, and I felt like a dog. Dandy, was in heat and began to
moan. The juice dripped from the cunt she refused to let me touch,
and as it dripped it fell across her tight little anus and on to my
tongue. I swallowed eagerly, a ran my tongue down her crack and to
her back, to allow the temperature around her asshole to cool, so I
could slowly approach it again. I teased her, but I did her bidding.
She kept moving her bottom to try to make contact. Contact.
³Stop!² She screamed it, but I could tell there was laughter behind
the yelling and I could barely contain a bright smile of my own.
Clearly, neither one of us was really cut out for this domination
stuff. ³Now stand back, doggie, and watch a minute. Look at me
now.² And as she said this, she peeled back the engorged lips of her
cunt to reveal what to me is as breath-takingly gorgeous, in its own
way, as Turner sunset. Fully visible were the gaping void of her
tunnel, the excited convexity of her clit, and the tiny mini-slit-
opening of her pee-hole, all glistening and fat and very nearly
available. ³Stop! Donıt touch!² She said. ³I mean it. Now look at
this...²
Picture this, reader. I was back on my haunches, dick swollen and
pointing straight up, poised between the action of animal lust and the
pure visual poetry of her shimmering, boiling cunt. We were
suspended in time and I thought we might be there forever when it
finally happened. As I stared at her, the little urinary hole above her
tunnel began to change, acquire great definition, pucker, open, and
start to burble a pale liquid that mingled imperceptibly with the
viscous juice of her pussy. I had always wanted to see a woman
pee, but now it was simply too much. Oh, way too much! It
shattered my equilibrium, and put everything in motion at once. I
sprang to my feet, shoved her ass back on the bed, and plunged my
cock up her cunt. I vaguely remember her shouting something like
³FUCK ME, you dog! FUCK ME NOW!!, but that may have been
my imagination. I was beyond words; there was only one thing to be
done, and I was doing it: plunging, ramming, pistoning (synonyms,
I need synonyms!) nearly clubbing her with my huge cock. I was
only half-aware of the exquisite, immediate, soft, womanly
resistance of her cunt as I split the walls on the first thrust. Mostly I
just fucked her, and was completely oblivious to her desires.
I really donıt know if Dandy had an orgasm or not that morning, but
I sure did. It didnıt take long, either, and I felt like I was exploding
as the white heat rose up from my depths and shot into her body.
Judging by her laughter, I think Dandy got just about what she was
looking for, too, and we lay there just holding each other for a long
time, until I remembered why I was there.
³My God! My lecture!² Time was short now, and we dressed
quickly, got in the car and drove off to the university, where she let
me out, said good-bye and wished me well. ³I hope Dr. Tyson likes
it², she said as she closed the car door. How sweet of her! I was
really sorry to see the last of Dandy, but only ten minutes remained
until I was due to speak and I was feeling bad that I had so far
completely ignored my hosts.
I soon found myself before the assembled group, but Dr. Tyson had
not yet arrived. Dr. Gordon asked me to wait, as the eminent
professor was expected any minute. Of course, I was happy to do
so, and even appreciative of the extra minutes to think about Post-
Industrial Lust and Poetry.
All of a sudden, I froze. Into the room strode none other than
Dandy! I thought: ³What the Hell is _she_ doing here?². But before
I could even begin to think of something awkward and stupid to say,
I heard Dr. Gordon intone: ³Ah, Dr. Tyson, at last! Laura come sit
here so we can begin.²
---------The End--------------
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