reat Race - Monday By Jeremy Spencer
Anthony jumped as the clock on his dresser started blaring at him. He
reached over and groggily slammed his fist down, stopping the chirping
noises the alarm was making. He rubbed his eyes, momentarily confused as
he saw the time.
Why the hell is my alarm clock going off at midnight? he wondered
before suddenly everything came rushing back.
"Oh Christ," he mumbled as he climbed to his feet. "The fucking
contest." Anthony dragged himself to the bathroom and took a quick shower,
trying to wake himself up. He had no idea when his Winnebago would be
delivered, but he wanted to get a fast start to this contest.
I still can't believe I'm going to spend a week trying to fuck as many
women as possible, he thought as the cold water rained down on his head.
When he felt sufficiently awake, Anthony shut off the water and began
drying off. As he dried off his legs and groin, Anthony felt the familiar
stirrings as his cock began inflating to his usual morning erection.
Down boy, he grinned to himself. For once you don't need to worry about
getting any action. Anthony new if he played his cards right, he would be
getting more pussy in the next seven days than he'd had since he graduated
college. Not that I'm proud of that, he thought. One girlfriend in six
years is nothing to be proud of. I'll be thirty next year and where am I?
Living by myself in a run-down neighborhood. No girlfriend. No wife. No
family.
Not that this is going to solve that, he thought. Not unless I win.
Anthony knew that one million dollars wouldn't solve all of his problems,
but the ones still left would be imminently more palatable because of the
money.
Anthony sat down to a quick breakfast while he waited for his vehicle to
arrive. As he ate he went over the rules of the game. He was being given
a Winnebago, a cell phone, a laptop computer, a digital video camera, and
credit cards which apparently had no limits. No point in packing any of my
old clothes then, he realized. I'll just stop off and buy some fancy
clothes.
Seeing that it was close to one o'clock Anthony went to the door to look
down the street and was surprised to see a large white form already parked
in the street in front of his apartment complex. As he opened his front
door he bumped into a package addressed to him. Opening it, he found
neatly packaged inside were his new electronics devices and the keys to his
vehicle. Stowing the cardboard box inside his front door, he walked
outside, the closing of the door loud in the quiet of the early morning.
Is that mine? he wondered. Anthony knew he was getting the Adventurer
model but didn't realize it would be so large. The thing looks like a bus!
he thought as he climbed in the side door. Inside was no less amazing as
he found himself confronted with a living and dining area larger than his
apartment. And better furnished too, he thought, looking at the plush
furniture, king-sized bed and plasma television.
I wonder if I can hook up the camera to the TV? he wondered. I've
always wanted to watch myself have sex.
Anthony quickly toured the rest of the interior, noting with no small
satisfaction that the shower area of his home for the next week was easily
large enough for two people. Something else I've always wanted to try, he
laughed, realizing the next seven days could easily expand his horizons
past what he'd previously thought himself capable.
Making a fast decision, Anthony ran back into his apartment and grabbed
the newly-delivered box of electronic equipment. Anthony nodded with
satisfaction as he closed and locked the apartment door behind him,
preparing to get a jump on his new adventure. Might as well do my driving
now, he thought. I won't be doing much scoring at this time of the morning
anyway.
Returning to his monstrous new home on wheels, Anthony climbed into the
driver's seat, noting with satisfaction that the gas tank was full. He
knew that gas mileage would be something he would have to keep a close
watch on, and wanted to avoid getting stranded at all costs. The last
thing I'd want, he thought, would be to run out of gas in the middle of the
desert. A seventy-five gallon tank sounded huge to him, but everything he
had studied in preparation for his trip told him he would be lucky to get
more than ten miles per gallon.
Anthony thought once more how fortune seemed to smile on him in strange
ways. He often wondered what had led him to move to the nation's capital.
I hate politics, he thought. It's not like I moved here because I was
following a particular candidate, and I certainly didn't come here for a
job. In fact, Anthony had to admit, he had no real future in the beltway.
Renting videos to the elite wasn't a good way to get ahead in life, and
certainly hadn't led to any prospects on the homefront.
This contest is just what I need, he thought as he glanced through the
rearview mirror, watching the spire of the Washington Monument disappear
behind him. If luck was with him, Anthony planned to drive as far as his
body would take him. He was running on a short night's sleep, but hoped to
push through Maryland into Pennsylvania, just south of Pittsburgh and on to
Columbus, Ohio before the morning was over.
"The Ohio State University," he said aloud, laughing at the football
players on television who said it with such pride. Growing up in Michigan,
Anthony had hated the Buckeyes with a passion, a sentiment he still felt in
his bones. It would be nice to roll onto campus and fuck a few Ohio State
sorority chicks, he thought happily. Anthony saw his vehicle was equipped
with satellite radio and after flipping through more than one hundred
options, finally settled on an oldies station.
I feel younger all of a sudden, Anthony realized. He listened to John
Fogerty sing about "rolling on the river" as he himself traveled down a
ribbon of highway. Turning the music louder, Anthony lost himself in the
rhythm of the road, scarcely recognizing as Maryland turned to Pennsylvania
and then to Ohio.
*****
It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning when Anthony pulled his
Winnebago into the parking lot of a Hyatt hotel in downtown Columbus. He
noted with satisfaction that it was adjacent to a large mall. He knew he
would need more clothes, having brought nothing along with him but the ones
he was wearing.
Anthony stretched as he climbed down out of the vehicle's cockpit.
Seven hours driving hadn't been as hard on his body as he might have
thought, although in the future he thought he'd prefer to take the trip
across the country in shorter spurts.
"Uh, hi there," Anthony said as he walked to the front desk. A young
man turned from the computer he had been working on and quickly stood.
"Hello sir. How may I help you?"
"I have kind of a weird question. Is it okay if I park my RV in your
parking lot for a few hours?"
"Do you have a room with us, sir?" the desk clerk asked.
"No, that's why I wanted to make sure it's okay before I get some
shuteye."
"I see," the younger man said with obvious distaste. "That really
isn't... appropriate. This is a place of business, and the last thing we
would wish is to have our parking lot become a temporary rest stop. I'm
afraid I can't allow it."
Shit, Anthony thought, before an idea came to him. "Fine," he said.
"I'll rent a room for the night."
"I'm sorry sir, check-in time isn't until three o'clock."
"So what am I supposed to do?" Anthony asked. "Where can I go until
then? I just want to catch a few hours sleep and do some shopping."
"Well, sir. Check-in time for Sunday evening is three o'clock.
However, we are still renting rooms for Saturday night."
"Saturday? It's already ten o'clock Sunday morning!"
"Yes it is, however check-out time is not until noon."
"So you would let me rent a room for two hours?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Fine. Do it. Two nights, Saturday and Sunday."
"Excellent, sir. This will only be a moment. Would you prefer a room
away from the exit?"
"I'm sleeping in my RV, so it doesn't really matter, does it?"
"Of course not, sir. Would you like maid service?"
"Again, I'm sleeping in the RV, so unless you'll send a maid out to me
there, I don't think so." Anthony stared at the young man behind the desk,
wondering just how someone of such obviously low intelligence had managed
to become night manager, if his nametag was telling the truth.
"I believe that can be arranged, sir," he said.
"Seriously? You'd send a maid to clean up my RV?" Suddenly Anthony felt
a stirring in his pants as his prick starting growing. I've always wanted
to screw a maid, he thought. I hope she's wearing one of those short
black, frilly numbers.
"Of course, sir."
"Well, sure. I guess. Do it," Anthony agreed and stood waiting a
moment for the clerk to print out his room assignment, and almost balked
when he saw he would be paying close to four hundred dollars for two nights
in the parking lot. Relax, he told himself as he fished through his
pockets, finally pulling out the new piece of plastic he'd been given. You
have unlimited spending power. Enjoy it.
"Thank you, sir," said the now cordial clerk as he handed the platinum
card back, along with a receipt.
"You might as well keep the room key," Anthony said as he turned to walk
back to the parking lot. He turned quickly with one last question. "I
really get maid service?" he asked, smiling when the clerk again confirmed
it.
Maybe this won't be that hard after all, he thought. Beyond tired now
from hours of driving piled on top of a very short night's rest, Anthony
stripped out of his clothes and collapsed onto the enormous bed in the back
of his RV. His cock was again hard, and Anthony fought the urge to stroke
himself. Wouldn't want to blow my load too early, he thought as he drifted
off to sleep.
*****
Anthony awoke suddenly to the sound of quiet but insistent knocking on
the door of his RV.
"Yeah?" he called, squinting as a beam of sunlight broke through the
horizontal blinds, shining directly into his eyes. The travel alarm clock
on the bedside table showed the time as being just after one o'clock. What
the hell? he thought. I've only been sleeping for three hours?
"Maid service," came the timid voice from outside.
"Come on in," Anthony answered before realizing he was still naked. He
scrambled to find clothes to cover up with, but had only managed to throw a
shirt over his frame when the door opened, and the maid walked in.
"I'm here to... oh my God I'm sorry," she blurted as she stepped into
the camper and received an eyeful of Anthony's erection. She began backing
out of the Winnebago, but Anthony quickly motioned for her to stop.
"Come back in here," he said, waving her towards him. The maid was a
few years younger than his own twenty-nine years, he estimated. She was
short, no more than five feet, four inches, but had long blond hair, pulled
back in a ponytail. To Anthony's disappointment, she was dressed in a
plain gray uniform that revealed nothing about her body, although she
appeared trim and athletic.
The maid nervously entered the seating area, carrying a bucket full of
cleaning supplies in one hand and a set of towels and a bathrobe in the
other.
"I'm sorry," she said again. "I didn't realize you were... you were
naked." She quickly sat on the vehicle's love seat, refusing to meet his
gaze.
"That's okay," Anthony said as he strode to where she was sitting. He
saw the maid glance up, a blush creeping over her face as her eyes gazed
directly at his crotch, where his cock was bobbing obscenely with each
step, jutting out from his midsection. "I don't mind if you don't," he
said, watching her blush deepen.
"Clothes," she squeaked. "You need clothes."
"I don't think so," he said, enjoying as she squirmed under his gaze.
"I think I like this. It's very refreshing, so why don't you just go ahead
and clean up. I won't bother you."
Anthony could see the maid was frantically going over her options,
trying to decide whether to stay and do her job or run back to the hotel.
She quickly came to a decision, and reached out to grab the bucket she had
brought with her.
"Why don't you start in the bedroom?" Anthony asked. He leaned back
against the stove to let her past, fighting the urge to groan in pleasure
as the maid's hip brushed against his cock as she timidly slipped past him.
Anthony followed her into the bedroom and watched as she quickly made up
the bed. He leaned against the wall of the camper, his eyes following her
every move as she efficiently cleaned the room.
Every so often Anthony felt her eyes move over his naked body. I wonder
if I can get her in bed? he thought. Or maybe the couch. Seems a waste
to mess up the bed so soon, he smiled to himself.
"What would you like me to do now, sir?" she asked.
Drop and suck me off, Anthony thought, but bit his tongue before the
words could come out.
"Why don't you take a look at the bathroom, see if it needs any
cleaning," he answered the girl, who once more pushed against him as he
stood in the doorway. Anthony thought he felt her push herself against him
more than was absolutely necessary. Maybe she doesn't mind. Maybe the
situation is starting to get to her, he thought silently.
As the maid was cleaning the bathroom, Anthony suddenly remembered the
video camera he was supposed to use to document any activity. As quietly
as he could he moved to the front of the Winnebago where he had placed the
camera, along with the rest of his new electronic equipment.
Thank God the battery's charged, he thought, seeing the display showing
the camera fully charged. Grabbing a fresh tape, he checked the camera,
seeing that he would have roughly an hour of recording time. Spying a
likely hiding place on top of a storage cabinet, Anthony climbed on the
tiny kitchenette counter and placed the camera, hoping it was aimed at the
couch.
"What are you doing up there?" he heard from behind him. He turned,
nearly falling off the counter when he saw the maid had finished in the
bathroom and was now standing directly behind him. As he turned her eyes
locked onto his still erect penis, now at eye level and only inches from
her face. This sudden encounter caused the maid to step back suddenly, and
the heel of her shoe caught on the plush carpet of the RV. She fell over
backwards, sprawling out on the couch, her legs and arms flailing as she
tried to brace herself.
Anthony jumped down to help, but paused when he saw the view. The maid
had landed on the floor in front of the couch, her legs spread wide from
the fall and he could see directly up the gray skirt she was wearing. His
erection gave a surge as he saw she was wearing a tiny pair of pink
panties. Anthony felt his pulse quicken as he realized the crotch of her
panties was soaking wet, and he noticed for the first time the spicy scent
of her arousal.
"Oh my God," she moaned as the maid saw where Anthony's eyes were
looking. The girl had been turned on from the moment she had entered the
cabin. She had never seen a cock as big as this man's, and it was taking
all her willpower to stop herself from grabbing at the thick piece of meat.
Frantically, afraid of being caught, she slammed her legs together, quickly
pulling herself up from the floor as if making to leave.
"Don't," Anthony said, as he guided her away from the door. "Stay...
sit a while, why don't you?"
"Okay," the girl whispered quietly, her heart beating wildly in her
chest.
"What's your name?" Anthony asked.
"Cindy," the maid answered. "Cindy Wilson."
"Well, Cindy Wilson, my name's Anthony Martin."
"Yes, Mr. Martin."
"Why don't you call me Tony," he said. He sat beside her on the couch,
stretching out and putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Tony," she stammered, blushing as this stranger began making moves on
her. Cindy was a sophomore at Ohio State, a member of the wrestling team's
cheerleading squad, but was painfully shy.
"You're very pretty," Anthony said, reaching out to straighten a lock of
her hair, which had come undone during her spill.
"Thank you," she said, blushing prettily, her eyes straying again to the
large erection sticking up from his crotch. Anthony noticed where her eyes
were looking and flexed his ass cheeks, causing his cock to jump and he
laughed as her eyes grew wide.
"You can touch it if you like," he whispered as his fingers began
stroking the soft skin on the back of her neck. He felt her shudder under
his touch. "I want you to touch it," he said as he watched her fight her
indecision.
Finally the girl snapped out of her fog and to Anthony's delight reached
out a cautious hand, finally circling his shaft with her cool fingers.
"It's so hard," she whispered. "And so soft at the same time." Anthony
wondered if she had ever seen a cock, and if in fact she might be a virgin.
"Go ahead and hold it tighter," he said as his own hand trailed down her
side, coming to a rest on the firm slope of her breast. He felt Cindy
shiver with excitement as his hand squeezed the firm flesh through the thin
cotton of her maid's uniform.
"Yes," she hissed, her grip on his cock becoming more firm as Anthony
kneaded her flesh. "Touch me like that," she moaned, pushing her breast
insistently against his hand.
Anthony eagerly complied, bringing both hands up to cup the smooth cones
of her breasts. Quickly undoing the top few buttons on her dress, Anthony
watched as the pale flesh of Cindy's upper chest came into view. Her tits
were encased in a bra the same color as her panties, and Anthony could see
the girl's nipples were already as hard as bullets from her excitement. He
flicked a finger over the nub of flesh and watched as Cindy moaned under
his touch.
Anthony felt whatever hesitancy the girl might have had evaporate as he
unbuttoned the dress the rest of the way down, pulling it from her
shoulders.
"Damn," he muttered to himself, whistling in approval. "You should
never cover up what you've been hiding under that uniform," he said as
Cindy grinned shyly. She definitely had what he considered to be a typical
cheerleader's body, tight stomach, smooth legs, and a firm ass.
Anthony dropped to his knees and reached up to skim the sopping panties
down the girl's slim thighs. Her bush was dripping with her juices, and
Anthony was pleased to see that her lips were already puffy and swollen.
Pushing the girl's legs wide, Anthony dipped his head and began licking
all over the slippery wet skin of Cindy's pussy.
"Oh God," she moaned as she began hunching her hips up to meet his
tongue. "Right there, right there is so good," she said as Anthony found
the erect button of her clit. She shuddered as a small climax shook her
body.
Wanting more, Anthony quickly rose, ignoring the moan of disappointment
from the girl. He stood in front of her, his cock once more at eye level.
"Suck me," he said, grinning as the girl quickly reached for his cock,
her inhibitions long gone, washed away with her recent orgasm. Cindy's
eyes were wild with lust as she trapped the hard shaft in her hand, pumping
a few times before opening her mouth and swiping her tongue over the spongy
head of his cock.
Cindy sighed with pleasure as she heard Anthony's moans. One thing she
had learned at college was the quickest way to lose a boyfriend was to not
put out. But if she wanted to keep a reputation as somewhat of a "nice"
girl, she had to keep her boys satisfied somehow, and she had learned
blowjobs made everyone happy.
"Fuck," Anthony groaned as he suddenly felt his entire shaft being
suctioned into Cindy's throat. Not as large as some porn stars he had
seen, Anthony had still never encountered a woman who could deep throat his
cock. "Yeah, baby," he panted, flexing his hips forward as he watched the
tiny girl swallow his prick.
As Cindy continued her oral attentions to his cock, Anthony reached
around and popped the clasp on her bra, freeing the girl's breasts, which
swung enticingly on her chest. A now naked Cindy moaned around his cock,
the vibrations from her throat shooting up his shaft, as Anthony reached
down and began twisting and pulling on the girl's rubbery nipples.
"Shit," she panted, pulling away from Anthony's cock and crawling back
onto the couch. She spread her legs wide, her hand dipping down and toying
with her wet pussy. "You have to fuck me with that thing."
"Have you done this before?" Anthony asked. "You seemed pretty nervous,
but the way you sucked on my cock, you could be a pro."
"I've done it before," she answered petulantly. "Just not all the time.
A girl doesn't want to get that kind of reputation, you know. So you can't
tell anyone about this, right?"
"Right," smiled Anthony, glancing quickly back at the partially hidden
video camera. He saw to his satisfaction that it appeared to be directly
aimed at the couch. "Who would I tell? I'm just a stranger on his way
through town. Your secret's safe with me, honey."
Cindy grinned as Anthony knelt between her legs. She reached down
hungrily, spreading the lips of her pussy open wide, showing him the pink
wet skin of her hot tunnel.
"Hurry up," she moaned, shrieking in surprise as she felt herself spread
wide by his thick shaft. "Oh God! Tony, that feels so good. Fuck me
harder," she panted.
Grabbing the girl's smooth hips, Anthony sped up his motions, his cock
thrusting into the girl's wet heat time and again. He leaned down,
catching a nipple in his teeth, biting and sucking on the flesh as Cindy
panted beneath him, her other tit jiggling in time to their frantic
thrusting.
"Fuck fuck fuck," she panted, and Anthony felt his prick flooded by a
torrent of slick juice as Cindy quivered in a second orgasm. He suddenly
pulled out and his shaft swung through the air, slick and shiny with
Cindy's slippery cream.
"Roll over," he said, helping the girl spin onto her hands and knees.
"I want to fuck you from behind."
Cindy turned her head, a look of trepidation flashing across her face.
"I don't do that," she said. "You're too big to fit back there."
Anthony paused, confused for a moment before understanding her
nervousness.
"Not in the ass," he said, watching as Cindy's puckered asshole winked
as the girl clenched the smooth cheeks of her ass together. "I want to
fuck your pussy from behind." Relieved, Cindy nodded, spreading her legs
wide as she pressed her chest against the fabric of the couch.
Anthony stroked his cock through the wetness of Cindy's pussy before
again thrusting his entire length into the clutching depths of her pussy.
Cindy shrieked with each stroke as the different angle reached new depths,
his cock rubbing against the bump of her clit. Anthony quickly felt his
orgasm approaching as the slick walls of Cindy's cunt fluttered around his
shaft, and with a groan he released his seed into her wet tunnel.
"Oh shit," he gasped as he felt spurt after spurt of his cum shoot from
his cock. He collapsed onto the couch, his cock slipping from the girl's
pussy with an audible pop. He reached out to Cindy, expecting her to want
to be held after their sexual bout, but to his surprise she slipped out of
his grasp.
"That was great," she said, wiping the sweat from her face and breasts,
which were still flushed with her arousal. "I have to go though. More
rooms to clean, you know."
"Do you treat all the hotel's patrons like this?" Anthony asked,
grinning as the girl sputtered at the insinuation.
"Certainly not," she huffed, grinning in spite of herself. Anthony
watched as she quickly pulled on her clothes, not bothering to wipe their
juices away from her pussy, instead Anthony saw his cum quickly soak into
the crotch of her panties. Cindy noticed his eyes, and reached down,
touching her damp mound through the pink material.
"I'm here tonight, too," he hinted. Cindy smiled for a moment, but her
mood quickly soured.
"I don't work tonight," she said, her hands rubbing idly over her still
sensitive breasts, once again covered with her maid's uniform. "I have
practice this afternoon and then I have tomorrow off."
"Practice? What do you play?"
"I don't play anything. I'm a cheerleader."
"Nice," he answered. Despite having recently cum, Anthony felt his cock
twitch. How many points could I get if I somehow managed to get the entire
cheerleading team in here? he wondered, looking around the Winnebago.
"You like the idea of me in a cheerleading outfit?" Cindy asked, raising
her eyebrows as she smirked at his rapidly swelling cock.
"I do," he answered, fighting the urge to cover himself. What do I have
to hide from her? he wondered. "But the question is do you think the rest
of your squad likes the idea of this?" he asked, flexing and causing his
cock to bob up and down in his lap. Cindy laughed for a moment before
becoming thoughtful.
"Maybe," she teased, turning to leave. "Should I find out for you?"
"Yeah, if you want," Anthony sighed. "I'll be doing some shopping this
afternoon but otherwise I'll just be hanging out."
"Mmm... I like the thought of you hanging out," Cindy laughed and
quickly left. The second the door had closed Anthony leapt to his feet,
jumping up to snatch the video camera. To his delight, the camera had been
positioned perfectly, and Anthony sat watching himself performing on the
tiny viewscreen. Remembering he had a large plasma television, he quickly
hit pause and found the correct cables. Eventually everything was set up,
and Anthony found himself sitting back on the couch, watching himself
rutting with Cindy.
Suddenly remembering he needed to keep track of points, Anthony grabbed
the letter he had received along with the set of rules and began tabulating
his score for the afternoon.
Let's see, he thought, glancing over the score sheet. I touched her
tits and pussy, and then we were naked and feeling each other up, so that's
sixty points. She started giving me a hand job, then she sucked on me, so
that's another sixty, then we screwed so that's fifty points. He added it
up quickly and found he had earned 170 points. Not bad, but I could have
done better, he realized. If I could have gotten Cindy to talk into the
camera I would have doubled my points. Maybe next time, he mused.
Anthony quickly booted up the laptop computer, happy to realize that the
RV unit itself must be equipped with wireless networking, as he found
himself already connected to the Internet.
How am I supposed to send my points in? he wondered, before deciding
the most obvious choice would be sending in an email. After waiting a
moment for the program to load, Anthony laughed as he saw the only email
address in the computer's address book was labeled as "Fuck Points."
Opening up a new message window, he quickly typed in a summary of his
recent sexual activity along with his points, and sent off the message.
Slightly embarrassed at the state of his clothes, Anthony quickly
dressed and drove to the mall, which was adjacent to his hotel to search
for a new wardrobe.
As he walked down the main artery of the mall, Anthony realized this was
no discount mall, and panicked for a moment. Calm down, he told himself.
You have a platinum card. Regardless of how you're dressed now, these
snobs will be all over me the minute they sniff out that I have money.
Wanting to get the basics out of the way first, Anthony quickly ran into
a large department store and picked out enough underwear and socks to last
for weeks. As long as it's free, I might as well stock up, he reasoned.
An hour later Anthony had managed to acquire what he felt was a wardrobe
representative of the image he wanted to present, at least on this trip.
After changing into a new pair of slacks and one of his newly acquired
polo shirts, Anthony found a locker and stowed the rest of his rather large
purchase. Who would have guessed that a thousand dollars could fit in
three shopping bags? he mused, shaking his head at the realization he had
just spent the equivalent of two month's rent on clothing. Lucky it's all
free.
Checking his watch, Anthony decided it was time for food, and treated
himself to an extravagant brunch, before finishing off the rest of his
shopping with a new leather jacket and two formal suits. Who knows when I
might need to wine and dine a woman to get into her panties? he wondered,
realizing not every conquest would be as simple as it had been with the
maid that afternoon.
Returning to his locker, Anthony grabbed the rest of his purchases,
staggering under their sheer volume, and began the trek back to his RV,
planning to head back to the hotel. With a start, Anthony realized he had
nearly forgotten the primary rule of this adventure - namely that he was
required to score every time he stopped the RV and got out.
Shit, he cursed under his breath, looking around the mall. To his
disappointment, Sunday afternoon appeared to be a slow time for shopping
and Anthony noticed the mall was closing in less than thirty minutes.
Where can I go to find a woman? he wondered, panic beginning to set in.
Fuck! My only rule is to have some kind of sex at each stop and having
trouble already?
"Jeez, mister! That's a lot of stuff. Do you need some help with
that?" The sound of a female voice cut through Anthony's worry, and he
sighed with relief, hoping his troubles were solved. He groaned however,
as he turned and saw that the voice belonged not to a woman but to a girl
who appeared no more than five or six years old.
"Hi," he said, smiling at the girl. "I guess I do have a lot of stuff,
don't I?" He looked around, all thoughts of sexual conquest vanished from
his mind, concerned that the girl had been abandoned in the mall parking
lot.
"My name's Jody," the girl said, reaching her hand out to shake his
hand. "Oops," she giggled, realizing his hands were full of packages.
"You're kind of busy. Can I help?"
"I suppose you could. My name's Anthony, by the way," he said, and
handed the girl a small bag containing two pairs of shoes. "Where's your
mother?" Anthony asked the girl, making no move toward the Winnebago,
unwilling to put himself in a situation where he was found alone with such
a young girl.
"At home," the girl shrugged. "I was shopping with my sister, but I
couldn't find her so I went to wait by the front door, and I saw you."
"Well, we should probably wait for her, don't you think?" Anthony asked,
turning to head back to the mall.
"What about your stuff?" the girl inquired. "Isn't it kind of heavy?"
"It's okay," he shrugged. "I can take it later."
"Okay," the girl said and the two walked side by side back to a bench
just inside the front door and waited. In a few minutes Anthony heard a
frantic voice calling from down the mall.
"Jody! Jody! Where are you?" Anthony rose as the girl he assumed was
Jody's sister came into view, her eyes darting all over the mall before she
finally saw her little sister and a strange man, sitting together on a
bench.
"Hi, I'm Anthony..." he started, but the older girl cut him off.
"What the fuck are you doing, mister? What kind of pervert are you
anyway?!? Jody, honey, are you okay?" she asked her confused sister. "Did
this man hurt you or touch you?" she asked, glaring at a stunned Anthony.
"I didn't..."
"Shut up!" she shouted, kneeling in front of her sister. "Jody, tell me
what happened." Anthony looked around a bit nervously. The older sister's
yelling had attracted quite a crowd, and he saw a few angry parents glaring
in his direction, in addition to a suddenly concerned mall security
officer.
"Why?" the little girl asked, looking around and noticing the gathered
crowd. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Anthony started to say, but was again cut off.
"Just tell me what this man did to you," the older sister said gently,
before turning and again shooting daggers in his direction.
"Nothing," the girl answered, to her sister's obvious surprise. "I was
looking for you, because you weren't where you were supposed to be, and he
was carrying lots of packages and I said I'd help him carry one to his
car."
"You went to his car? What did he do?"
"We didn't go to his car. He said we should wait for you. He's a nice
man, his name is Anthony," the girl said, beaming at me.
Anthony felt a flood of relief wash over him and he found he'd been
holding his breath during much of the exchange. The mood of the crowd
lightened noticeably, and at the realization that nothing bad had happened
the people began leaving.
Once the crowd had dispersed there remained only the mall's security
guard and one concerned woman who remained standing back as the guard
approached.
"You okay here?" asked the security guard, giving Anthony a cautious
glance.
"We're okay," piped up Jody. "He has a lot of bags and we're going to
help carry them," she said.
"We're fine, thanks," said the sister and Anthony breathed a sigh of
relief as she gave him a quick smile of apology. "It was just a
misunderstanding on my part," she said.
"Well, okay then," the guard said. "Best keep a better eye on your
sister, understand?"
"I do, and I'm sorry," she answered, nodding her head rapidly, anxious
to be done with this. The guard took one last look and slowly sauntered
down the hall. The intercom on his shoulder was still audible as it
squawked as he turned the corner and walked out of sight.
"Wow. That was a load of fun. Can I go now?" Anthony asked the older
girl, anxious to get out of the mall.
"I'm sorry," she said, grimacing with her apology. "I was just frantic,
afraid I'd lost Jody, and then there the two of you were sitting together
and I didn't know what to think."
"So you accused me of what, abducting and molesting her? That's real
nice," Anthony spat out, becoming more and more disgusted with the whole
situation. "You're lucky I'm the forgiving type. Lots of people heard you
throwing out a whole lot of false accusations, you know."
"I'm sorry," she repeated. "I really am. How can I pay you back?"
Anthony grinned, deciding to give the girl a break. "You could help
carry my stuff back to my RV."
"Done," she answered, and quickly jumped to her feet. "I'm Stacy, by
the way."
Anthony stuck out my hand and the two shook hands in greeting, while
Jody jumped up and down, still holding the bag with his shoes.
"Come on," she shouted, "Let's go!"
"Actually honey, I don't know if you should," Stacy answered, seeing the
woman standing off to the side for the first time. The woman waved to
Stacy who seemed happy to see her. "Jody," she said, "why don't you go
with Mrs. Miller." Stacy motioned to the woman who finally came over.
"Hi Jody," she said, kneeling to talk with the younger girl.
"Hi!" Jody cried out happily. "Stacy, look who it is!" she said. "Is
Kendra here?" she asked the woman.
"She is, would you like to come with me?" the woman asked. "We were
just going to see a movie, and you could come with us if you wanted."
"Really?" Jody asked. "Stacy, can I go with her? Can I can I can I?"
she pleaded, almost jumping up and down in her excitement. Stacy nodded
quickly and Jody grabbed the woman's hand, swinging her arms happily as the
two walked away.
Anthony laughed, and he and Stacy quickly grabbed the rest of the
packages and walked through the near-empty lot to where the RV was parked.
"Nice," Stacy said as they drew close. "You travel a lot in this
thing?" she asked.
"Nah," he answered, unsure of how to answer. "I just got it, and this
is my first trip."
"Vacationing this time of year?" she asked.
"Sort of. Part vacation, part business opportunity. I'm not leaving a
whole lot of time for sight-seeing, and I have to make it to Seattle by
Saturday."
"Wow, that's not a lot of time," she answered.
"Yeah, but I think it will be fun," Anthony answered. You have no idea
how fun, he said to himself. With an extra helper, it was quick work to
get all the purchases stowed away. Anthony noticed that Stacy kept looking
at him the whole time the two of them were putting things away. Weird, he
thought. I swear she's checking me out.
Not to say she was the only one doing any looking. Stacy had what
Anthony had always thought of as a dancer's body. Tight legs, not an ounce
of fat, thin as a rail but incredibly healthy looking. A few times while
the two were maneuvering around the interior of the RV their thighs brushed
against each other, and from his quick glances Anthony was pretty sure
Stacy wasn't wearing a bra. He felt his cock harden at the thought, but
quickly dismissed the idea of attempting anything.
As if she could read Anthony's mind, Stacy turned to Anthony and slowly
began to unbutton her shorts.
"What are you doing?" Anthony asked.
"I wanted to thank you for watching out for my sister." Anthony stood
there, silently watching as Stacy shrugged her shorts down to the floor and
stepped out of them. She was wearing no underwear, and appeared to be
quite aroused. Her labia were already swollen and dark and Anthony could
see the thin inner lips of her pussy peeking through her wet slit.
"How do you plan to thank me?" Anthony asked, stroking the length of his
cock through his slacks. He was completely hard and had to fight the urge
to whip out his prick. "Your sister will be waiting for you," he said,
smiling as Stacy turned away from him and leaned against the couch, the
firm globes of her ass spread apart as she knelt before him.
"I think you can guess how," she answered. "And don't worry about Jody.
The movie won't be over for an hour or so, but hurry up a little faster,"
she grinned. "We don't have all day."
Anthony hurriedly unzipped my slacks, not bothering with the belt, and
pulled his cock through the fly.
"Oh God," Stacy moaned when the turgid shaft came into view. "I don't
know if that will fit. It's going to hurt, so be gentle."
"I'm not that big," Anthony said as he slipped behind her and rubbed the
spongy tip of his cock through the slick folds of her pussy. She was
aroused, and Anthony knew it would take very little effort to bury himself
in her cunt.
"Not there," she said, reaching back and aiming his cock higher.
Anthony shivered as his cock bumped against the pucker of Stacy's asshole,
happy with the realization that not only was he going to score, but he was
going to score big.
"Are you sure?" he asked. Anthony remembered attempting anal sex years
ago with his last girlfriend, and she had found it an unpleasant
experience.
"Yes," Stacy panted, pushing her ass tight against his crotch. Anthony
reached out and stroked her pussy, running his fingers up and down the
slippery crease between her lips. Wanting to gather as much of her slick
oil as possible, Anthony slipped a finger inside her cunt and froze when he
bumped into an unexpected obstruction.
"You're a virgin?" he asked, feeling his cock suddenly soften. "We
don't have to do this," he continued, wondering in the back of his mind
where he would find someone else as willing, especially at this time of the
evening in a nearly empty mall.
"I'm only a virgin in my pussy," she answered. "I want you to fuck my
ass, dammit!"
"It might hurt," he said, fearful of causing any pain. "Let me see if I
have anything to help." Anthony got up and moved to the kitchen, looking
for anything which might be useful as a lubricant. While searching through
the cabinets he remembered the video camera, which was still hooked up to
the television. Anthony turned and found the camera was aimed almost
directly at the couch, and as stealthily as possible began recording,
praying there was enough tape left.
Returning to the storage area, Anthony happened upon a drawer full of
different sex toys, including scarves, leather ties, handcuffs and
hallelujah two tubes of lubricating gel.
"Great," Stacy chirped when she saw what he was holding. She quickly
grabbed the tube and deftly squirted a large quantity into her hand. She
giggled as Anthony watched as she spread the slick gel all around and
inside her asshole before reaching out and rubbing the remaining gel on the
head of his prick.
"Ready?" Anthony asked. She nodded, with an admonition to be careful,
and he gently pressed his prick against her tight back entrance.
"Harder," she grunted, pushing her ass back against his cock. Anthony
felt the head slip inside as Stacy gave a little cry, then suddenly she
rocked back with her hips, and his entire length slipped inside.
Oh fuck, he moaned, having never before felt such a tight, hot sensation
as being in Stacy's ass. Anthony immediately stopped moving, trying to
fight to prevent his orgasm for as long as possible. Her inner walls
grabbed at his cock, and as he slowly pushed into her bowels Anthony knew
he wouldn't last long.
Stacy appeared to enjoy the pressure, however and began a steady motion,
forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her ass.
"Oh fuck, you're big," she sighed, moaning with pleasure as she felt his
balls slap against her soft pussy.
"So tight," Anthony hissed, feeling her muscles pulsate and clutch at
his shaft. He grabbed Stacy by the hips and began slamming against her
ass, feeling his abdomen bump time and again against her muscular ass
cheeks.
"Oh God!" Stacy cried out. Anthony felt her hand rubbing furiously
between her legs as she tried to get herself off. Finally the heat and
pressure were too much, and he slammed into her tunnel, burying himself as
deeply as possible, and without warning his cum exploded from his cock into
her ass.
"Shit," he hissed as his legs suddenly wobbled, and Anthony abruptly sat
back onto the floor. Stacy didn't move for a second, and Anthony could see
inside her gaping hole, as the last remnants of his orgasm slowly leaked
onto her pussy and thighs.
"Wow," she groaned as she tried to stand on unsteady legs. Stacy's hand
went immediately to her ass and she glared as she caught the dripping
fluids as they ran down her thighs. "Hope you enjoyed that," she muttered,
a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "I'm not going to be
able to sit for a week," she accused.
"Sorry," Anthony mumbled, caught off-guard by the sudden turn in her
mood.
"I'm just kidding," she laughed. "I did say to hurry, but holy shit...
wow."
"Me too," he said, his heart still racing. He pulled Stacy back onto
the bed and before he realized it was happening fell asleep.
Stacy woke him sometime later with a gentle shaking of his shoulder.
"Anthony, wake up," she whispered. "I have to go. The movie will be
over soon."
Slowly Anthony opened his eyes, finally focusing on Stacy, who was now
fully dressed and appeared ready to leave. He stood and stumbled to the
sink where he poured himself a drink of water, draining the glass in three
large swallows.
He offered Stacy a drink, but she passed, reminding Anthony that Jody
was waiting for her.
"It was fun," she said as she walked away from the RV, and Anthony found
it impossible to stifle a laugh when he noticed Stacy was limping slightly
from their recent activities.
"Yeah," he said. "It sure was fun."
After making sure the camera had captured all the recent action, Anthony
ran back inside the mall and grabbed a couple sandwiches for dinner. He
felt slightly drained from two hot bouts of sex that afternoon, and forced
himself to think, knowing that if he drove anywhere for supper he would
have to find a willing woman, and Anthony wasn't sure he could make it one
more round, so carryout would have to do. It's going to be difficult
enough finding another girl to screw before I leave town tomorrow morning,
he thought, realizing the adventure might not be as simple as he had first
thought. Too much sex can be tiring!
Anthony arrived back at the hotel lot and ate his sandwiches while
sitting in the Winnebago. Looking at the clock he was mildly surprised to
see it was only a bit past seven o'clock. I should really try to find
another girl tonight, he thought. Who knows how many girls the other
contestants have already scored with, he grumbled, angry for allowing
himself the luxury of a three hour nap that morning.
Remembering he had to keep track of his points, Anthony started the
video, intending to write down his points, when there was a tiny knock on
the door to the Winnebago.
"Anybody home?" he heard, smiling as he recognized the voice as
belonging to Cindy, his housekeeper from early that afternoon.
"Come in," he called. "I'm in the bedroom." Anthony quickly turned off
the television and unplugged the video camera before Cindy could make it to
the rear of the vehicle. Wouldn't be good to have her find this tape! he
laughed silently. Especially because she's one of the biggest stars on it.
"Hey there," Anthony said, smiling as Cindy walked into the sleeping
area. She was still dressed in her Ohio State cheerleading outfit and
Anthony felt his cock start to rise to the occasion one more time as he
imagined himself fulfilling one of every man's fantasies.
"How's it going?" Cindy asked as she stood next to the bed. She spread
her legs to allow Anthony easy access as he slipped a hand under her skirt.
She made no pretenses about why she had returned Anthony quickly realized,
as his hand encountered nothing but smooth skin and her hot, fur-covered
pussy.
"No panties?" he grinned, stroking his finger along her wet slit.
"No," she sighed. "They just get in the way, you know."
"I do, and I like the uniform," Anthony said as Cindy laughed, her eyes
riveted to his erection which was tenting the loose pair of sweats he had
changed into after his shopping trip.
"I can tell," she said.
"So what brings you back?" Anthony asked, slipping his finger past the
slick lips of her pussy and stroking the wet inner flesh of her cunt.
"Didn't you want me to come back?" she asked, a worried look flashing
across her face.
"Of course I do," Anthony answered. His own eyes locked on the
protrusion of his cock as he laughed. "Can't you tell?"
"Mmm... I do love your cock," she sighed, reaching out a hand to brush
her fingers over the hard shaft of his penis. Anthony thrust his hips away
from the bed, attempting to push himself more firmly into her grasp. Cindy
giggled, pulling her hand away from the front of his sweats.
"What..." he stammered as Cindy backed out of his room, crooking her
finger at him as she beckoned him to follow her.
"I brought some friends," she said. "I think you'll like them, and I
know they'll like Anthony Junior," she laughed, grabbing Anthony by the
hand and pulling him into the main cabin of the RV.
"Hi there," five girls chorused together, laughing as Anthony stared in
disbelief.
In front of him, all in various stages of undress, were five of the most
beautiful girls Anthony had ever seen. It was obvious these were Cindy's
cheerleading teammates, as evidenced by the brightly colored uniforms they
were wearing, in some form or another.
"I'm Mindy," said the first girl as she walked up and kissed Anthony on
the lips. Her tongue snaked out and brushed insistently against his mouth
until he opened for her, his own tongue reaching out to meet her slippery
flesh.
"I'm Mandy," said the next girl.
Anthony did a double take as he looked at her, his head rapidly moving
between the girl in his arms and the girl now standing in front of him.
"Are you sisters?" he asked, craning his head for a closer look as she
walked behind him.
"Twins," she whispered. She didn't kiss Anthony, but pressed her firm
tits against his back as he continued to kiss Mindy. He felt her hands
reach around his body, caressing his chest and abdomen before reaching down
to fondle his cock and balls through the stretchy material of his
sweatpants. "Mmm," she moaned, turning to where Cindy still stood in the
doorway. "He does have a nice cock. Can I suck on it?" she asked, giving
a squeal of delight as Cindy nodded.
Before he could react, Anthony felt his sweats being roughly pulled down
his legs, and suddenly his cock was waving in the air. Not for long,
however, as Mandy dropped to her knees and began laving her tongue along
his erect shaft.
Breaking his lip-lock with Mindy, Anthony turned to Cindy who was
leaning against the doorframe, her hand busily playing with her pussy
beneath her cheerleading skirt.
"Who are your other friends?" he asked, motioning with his head to the
three other girls, who were heavily involved with each other, their arms
and legs intertwined as they writhed together on the carpeted floor of the
Winnebago.
"I'm April," said the first, a petite redhead, breaking away from her
friend, who was licking at April's pink nipples, wet with saliva and
already hard with excitement.
"I'm May," said her friend quickly, before dropping her head back to
April's chest where she continued licking and biting at the redhead's
eraser-like nipples. May's hips were spread wide, making room for the
third friend, who simply waved her hand as her tongue and lips were
apparently busy as she licked at the smooth flesh of May's baby-smooth
pussy.
"That's June," Cindy whispered into Anthony's ear, laughing at his
confused expression.
"Mindy, Mandy, April, May and June? Those aren't their real names, are
they?" he asked. Cindy shook her head quickly, grinning as Anthony gasped
from the attentions Mandy was giving his cock.
"Nope, but do you really need to know their names?" she asked.
"I suppose not," he answered. Anthony found himself distracted, barely
able to keep track of the conversation and decided talking was a waste of
his time in this instance. "What do you say we take this into the
bedroom?" he asked to no one in particular. Hearing no response to his
request, Anthony gently pulled his cock out of Mandy's mouth and pulled her
to her feet, before quickly dragging the two sisters into the bedroom.
Stripping out of their uniforms, Mindy and Mandy fell back against the
bed, quickly embracing, their two tongues dueling wildly in a passionate
kiss. Anthony stripped off his shirt and lay down beside them, reaching
out to stroke his hands over their hot naked flesh.
"What's this?" Cindy asked as she walked into the room, the sounds of
the other three girls still echoing through the doorway. Cindy walked to
the television and grabbed the video camera, and Anthony had a moment of
panic.
"It's... it's my camera," he stuttered.
"Cool. Is there film in it?" she asked, looking through the viewfinder,
and Anthony prayed she wouldn't accidentally start the camera playing.
"Yes," he groaned, as one of the twins sucked his cock into her wet
mouth. "But don't use it. There's a fresh tape in the other room. You
can use that, if you want," he said, thanking the Gods that this was going
to get filmed after he had forgotten all about the camera.
"Great," Cindy chirped and took the camera into the other room.
Mindy, or maybe it was Mandy looked up from his lap, grinning as a
string of saliva stretched between the tip of his cock and her parted lips.
Her face was flushed from her exertions, and she laughed as Anthony sucked
in a deep breath.
"You have a camera?" she asked, her eyes bright with excitement. Not
trusting his voice to speak, Anthony nodded. "Are you going to make us
movie stars?" she asked, not waiting for his answer as she once again
sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
"If you want," he said, thrusting his hips up to meet her tongue as the
hot wetness of her mouth enveloped his shaft. "Mindy, slow down," he
groaned, fearing he would shoot his load too soon.
"Mandy," she grinned, pausing long enough to correct his mistake.
"I'm Mindy," said the other sister, leaning back against one of the
over-stuffed pillows. Her eyes were wide as she watched her twin suck on
Anthony's cock, her fingers a blur as she thrust two fingers into her pink
slit.
"Come here," Anthony gasped, motioning to Mindy. She looked at him for
a moment, confused as to what he was asking, but smiled brightly as he
flicked his tongue at her, motioning with his hand to her pussy.
"Yes," she hissed, climbing to her knees and straddling Anthony's face.
She gently lowered her pink pussy to his lips, squealing as his tongue
flicked over the sensitive bud of her clit. She dropped completely onto
his face then, and Anthony feared he would suffocate as his entire world
was suddenly comprised of her pungent wet flesh. She squirmed against his
mouth, and Anthony tasted her tangy juices as her natural lubricant dripped
onto his tongue.
Anthony's attention was broken for a moment when he heard noises coming
from the doorway. He looked between Mindy's legs to see Cindy holding the
video camera to her eye, looking through the viewfinder.
"Fuck pretty," she directed the three, and suddenly they were bathed in
light as the camera's light illuminated the bed.
The realization that they were on camera triggered something in the
twins, and Anthony suddenly felt Mindy's pussy begin to spasm as her orgasm
hit and he once again sucked down a flood of her juices.
"You have a great pussy," he said as she collapsed to the bed.
"Hey, what about me?" Mandy said, releasing his cock from the wet
confines of her sucking mouth.
"I have no basis for comparison," he answered. The twins held a silent
conversation for a moment, before quickly trading places, and Anthony once
again found himself with a mouthful of tangy pussy, this time belonging to
Mandy, while Mindy swiped her tongue up and down his turgid shaft.
"Oh God, that's so good," Mandy panted as she groaned as his tongue
slipped through the sensitive folds of her pussy. Anthony noticed she had
a slightly different taste than her sister, but found her pussy no less
exciting, just as Mindy's mouth felt slightly different, but no less
exciting as she sucked on his cock.
"This is awesome," Cindy whispered as she continued to film their
exploits. Anthony laughed as Cindy occasionally gave the three directions,
first ordering Mindy to pull her hair back behind her ear to get a better
shot of her mouth sucking on Anthony's cock, then telling Mandy to pull on
her nipples while Anthony strummed his tongue over her slippery pussy.
It was but a few minutes before Anthony had Mandy thrashing on his face
as her orgasm hit her full force, and he groaned as his own orgasm rolled
over him. He pumped his hips up roughly against Mindy's mouth, as she
suctioned for all she was worth in an effort to catch every bit of his
semen.
"Cut!" Cindy yelled as Mindy and Mandy swapped the sticky cum between
their lips and tongues, finally swallowing the sticky mess. Anthony
collapsed back onto the bed, quickly joined by the two twins, who he
greeted with a sloppy kiss. He noticed he was still able to detect his cum
on their lips, but didn't really mind the salty taste.
As the three lay there recovering, Cindy turned to leave the bedroom.
"There's lots more to film out here," she explained as she skipped into
the next room. Anthony could hear squeals and moans from the next room and
he imagined the possibilities as the three naked cheerleaders writhed
around on the floor and couch of his RV.
I hope Cindy gets all this on tape. This whole contest thing might turn
out okay after all, Anthony thought as he lay in bed, surrounded by two
sweaty naked bodies. Anthony glanced at the clock next to the bed and
yawned, realizing it was now after ten o'clock. He had been on the road
since one thirty in the morning, and had only gotten a few hours of sleep
during the day, and felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.
I think I could get used to this, was the last thing he remembered as he
drifted off to sleep.
End Monday