Cool car, black hat, round the corner who is that
She weares a shiny dress, my what will I do
and what is that behind her back?
“You know why I am here, Jack.
Yes, it’s a gun. Take it and shoot.
You won’t hit me. I’ll just smoke a fag, then I’ll take it back.
I’ll dance through the night, and you won’t catch me.
I’m Sexy Sady.”
how Charly got chained to a steering wheel, part 10
Lisa wiped the spit off her mouth with the back of her hand and then said slowly: “You know Charly, I want to suck your tits too.”, and she opened the car door. “No, Lisa, don’t, I’m not, I mean I don’t…”, said Charly, clearly panicking. “Oh, come now Charly, be a good girl,” teased Stacey, as she quickly grabbed Charly’s wrists, pulled her arms over the top of the chair and held them tightly in place, presenting Charly’s breasts to Lisa. Lisa had got out of the car and opened the front door. She was now positioning herself to take full advantage of Charly’s breasts with her mouth: “Thank you Stacey.” She looked Charly in the eyes: “now be still and enjoy this you slut, or are you going to be a bad whore and scream? You can scream all you want you know, nobody will hear you. And if you scream just right, just desperate enough, you might even make me cum.” Then Lisa kissed Charly hard on her mouth and as she started abusing Charly’s breasts, Charly’s pleads to stop slowly subsided into wordless screams and moaning. That made Stacey so horny she started rubbing her pussy over the leather seat and sucking one of Charly’s fingers, as she still had her hands full holding her. As Stacey was getting close to an orgasm, Lisa stopped to come up for air, looked at Stacey and said: “I need to eat her cunt Stacey, I need to mouthfuck her right now. Stacey saw an opportunity and said: let’s take her out of the car, quick.”
They put her down in the grass, on her back, and Stacey sat on her breast holding her wrists to keep her down. Charly struggled to get free but Lisa pinned down her legs with her knees and Stacey slapped her in the face repeatedly. This made her give up and Lisa started to lick her clit, letting out little sounds of enjoyment and looking like she was going to be a while. Stacey decided she had postponed her orgasm long enough and it was her turn as well. “Charly, I’m going to put my cunt on your slutty mouth and you are going to make me cum. Do you understand?” Charly, already panting because of Lisa’s treatment, cried: “No, I wont do it Stacey, that’s enough, get off me you raping whores!” Stacey tucked one of Charly’s arms underneath her so her hand was free and started slapping Charly’s face again, harder: “You. Will. Make. Me. Cum. Do. You. Understand?” She kept on slapping until the tears started to roll down Charly’s cheeks and she was nodding silently. Stacey let out a content sigh. Just as she was lifting up her hips to lower herself at the correct spot, a tow truck came round the corner. “Damn, couldn’t he have waited ten more minutes! Lisa, company!” As Lisa and Stacey let go of Charly to get to their car, and their clothes, Charly got up and ran towards the truck. “Help me, please, help me!”
how Charly got chained to a steering wheel, part 9
Stacey snapped her phone shut and let out a sigh. “Is he coming Stacey?” asked Lisa. “In about thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of sitting around in the heat with nothing to do. I’m so hot already.” Lisa smiled at Stacey. “Yes, me too. How about you Charly, are you hot?” “Terribly Lisa, I don’t know what to do with myself, no water, no icecream left…” “Why don’t you take off your clothes Charly?” pleaded Lisa. “Yes why not Charls, go on, I’ll do it too!” said Stacey, and started pulling at her skirt. Pretty soon she was naked, only her piercings and her butterfly tattoo adorning her. Seeing Stacey take the lead, Charly decided the urge to stay cool was stronger than her shyness and stripped her clothes off. There were no piercings or tattoo’s on her, all that broke the white velvety stretch of skin were her rosy nipples and a tiny blond tuft of hair between her legs. Lisa gasped silently and shivered. When she recovered, she bent over to Stacey and whispered: “I want that virgin fucking bitch and I want her now!” Stacey whispered back: “Spoil my breasts a bit and I will help you do that!” Lisa didn’t mind fondling Stacey’s round boobs and very suckable nipples, so she nodded.
Stacey got into acting mode: “Lisa, your boobs are much smaller then mine. I’ve always wondered about the difference, can I touch them?” “Only if I can touch yours,” replied Lisa. “oooh, do you hear that Charly? Lisa is being naughty. Go on Lisa, I don’t mind.” Lisa started to squeeze Stacey’s nipples and stroke her breasts. Stacey moaned in pleasure, which made Charly turn to take a quick look at her. But when she turned back, Stacey could see she was using the rear view mirror to keep on looking. “Charly,” she asked, “would you mind awfully if I felt yours as well?” She sat up and started gently stroking Charly’s nipples before she could say yes. “Ooo, yours are so soft, and pink, like lollipops.” Lisa snuck in a hand from the other side of the front seat and joined in the fun, liking very much what she felt. She could instantly feel her clit rising, and knew it meant she was going to get so horny only a good fuck or a good trashing could get it down again. Stacey took it further: “You know what I really like? When a guy actually sucks and licks my nipples.” “Do you mean like this Stacey?” said Lisa as she took the invitation. “Ooo, yes,” moaned Stacey as she looked for Charly’s eyes in the rearview mirror again. Charly was looking flushed and apprehensive, but kept staring as Lisa licked and sucked Stacey’s breasts with real appetite. Stacey took hold of Lisa’s chin and turned her head off her breast to make her look in the mirror. Then she wispered in Lisa’s ear: “Go, I’ll hold her.”
In an ideal world, this is how I’ll arrive. And then I’ll take you with me to a nice little place in the woods where I’ll have everything ready for you. Before I take you I will give you one last choice: Now, will you ride in the chair, or in the boot?
Naomi Watts - Vanity Fair by Norman Jean Roy, January 2006. Possibly against a Porsche Spyder?
now that’s my kind of car :)
He will go easy on her though, she’ll come out abused but all right, seeing as she is not wearing a red suit ;)
Capt’n! She cannot take much morrrre! She’s going to blow!!
Makes you wonder, is the other person in the picture dressed up as a klingon?