by T West
Davidson plunged all the way to the balls, and stopped suddenly. His thighs hugged her frame as his balls tightened and twitched. His powerful upper body gripped her as he breathed into her ear. “Take every… last… drop…” he uttered as he emptied his sack, thick spurts of hot white spunk blasting into Grace’s fertile body, filling her up. The sperm kept coming, warm torrents of cream jetting into her, as he stayed inside, balls deep. “Every… last… drop…” he whispered, before slowing withdrawing. Once out, he placed his hands on Grace’s upper thighs and pushed them firmly together, making sure not to let a single droplet of his precious seed escape. She helped him by clenching her muscles as tightly as she could, locking the semen inside and letting it do its job.
Amazingly, Grace thought she could already feel it doing its job, swimming blindly but intelligently to its destination.
A gentle breeze crept in through the crack of the open office window, caressing the young woman’s sated pussy. At last, Grace had truly achieved big things at work.
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FLAMED AT THE JOINT
By
Tess West
C hristie didn’t know how long that knocking sound had been going on. Was it getting louder? Or was the world outside getting quieter? When she’d left the city, she was sure she’d been purring like a kitten, but as she’d entered the countryside, the knocking sound had become more prominent. As the car swallowed up the road before her, and mile followed empty mile, that knocking was the only thing on her mind. Like a hammer, gently tapping on her forehead, it was giving her a dull headache.
She looked out at the sun as it began to fade on the horizon. Perhaps it was a little ambitious of her to think she’d be there by day break. Perhaps it was a little ambitious of her to think she’d make it there at all. She had gone too far to turn back, but that knocking sound was getting louder, more frequent. Something jammed in the engine perhaps? Some random scrap of metal which had snapped under the stress of her erratic driving, bouncing about among the cogs and gears, threatening at any moment to jam itself into some crucial component, and crunch this trusty rusty steed into inertia.
Christie’s grandfather on her mother’s side always used to tell her that kids these days don’t bother to learn any practical skills. How to rewire a socket, bleed a radiator or change a spark plug. He was always complaining about something or other. Things aren’t like they were in the good old days.
‘Back when I was a kid, we were taught this stuff in school.’
Back when you were a kid, they used to fill blimps with Hydrogen, use asbestos to build their rooves, and brush their teeth with radioactive chemicals. And that was a bad idea, wasn’t it Granddad?
Still, if Christie had even one single iota of mechanical knowledge, she would probably be a lot less worried about that knocking sound by now.
She looked out on the horizon. The road was straight and empty, and the lands all around her were barren and inhospitable. There was a grotesque beauty to it, a solitude that was in equal parts tranquil and hostile. None of the land here was arable, nothing grew and almost no rain fell. This was the kind of place where nothing and nobody lived, except perhaps hundreds of snakes and spiders.
Why was it that every creature that wanted to kill you chose to live in the places where there was no medical support available? Did the creepy crawlies drive humans away, or did we drive them into the deserts?
As the sun disappeared into the horizon and darkness took over, a loud bang echoed through the car, and a strange wheezing sound followed. The car began to slow rapidly. She stamped on the accelerator, but it was unresponsive.
Like a wounded animal, the car limped to the side of the road, as a caustic smell invaded the interior of the vehicle. When the vehicle stopped, Christie sat in her car, trying to control the growing feeling of dread that gnawed at her stomach and chest.
This is it. That strange unchartered territory that she frequently found herself in, when she was stuck in the quagmire of not knowing what the hell to do. As she sat helplessly at the wheel of her stationary car—a raft without oars, stuck listlessly in an endless ocean—one thousand scenarios ran through her mind. Maybe a kindly trucker would pull up, and in an act of pure unbridled altruism, fix her car and get her back on the road and back on track.
Unlikely.
Maybe a forgotten family of inbred cannibals will drag her from the refuge of her car, rip her limb from limb and eat her still-beating heart.
More likely.
The caustic smell grew stronger. God, what if the car explodes? Fire couldn’t possibly make this situation any better. She was allergic to fire, it made her break out in big blisters.
Christie jumped out of the car quick as a shot, and backed away from the vehicle apprehensively. Which would come first, the explosion, or an advancing horde of hungry snakes, slithering towards her, fangs dripping with venom.
She stood in the darkness, watching the car, awaiting the blast, but nothing came. She turned her heels and began walking up the desolate highway. She hadn’t seen a gas station in the last twenty miles. Surely that meant she was overdue to come across one. But perhaps now wasn’t a time for blind optimism. Still, freaking out wouldn’t do much good either.
She decided she would walk for two miles. If she didn’t come across a place of refuge, and assuming she wasn’t eaten alive by snakes or cannibals, she would make her way back. She would sleep in the car until morning, and hope against hope that somebody would come to her aid.
After a mile of walking, a small light appeared in the distance. It was dim, but glittering lightly in what appeared to be red and blue. That almost surely meant it was a manmade light, and not some refraction of the stars. Her naïve optimism picked up for a moment. No sight of anything that could kill her. So far.
As she neared the sign, she began to make out the words ‘Food ‘n’ Gas’, written in bright blue neon lights. Not the most imaginative name for a diner, but she supposed when you’re situated a hundred miles from anything anyone would consider civilization, you really didn’t have to advertise - just say what you do and put it in big bright neon lights. Honestly, she couldn’t have been happier if they’d been the lights of the heavens themselves.
As Christie walked inside the dingy diner, the old wooden door creaked slightly. She looked across the beaten floorboards to the counter and the rickety-looking tables. A big, muscular man sat at one of the tables, staring vacantly at the wall. He turned to face her as she walked in. His face met with Christie’s in a contemptible stare. She nodded, and smiled meekly for a moment.
She wondered what this diner served. The man at the table looked slightly intimidating, but he didn’t look like a cannibal as far as she could tell. Not that she’d ever met one. She cast her eyes across to the counter, where a disheveled looking middle-aged woman stood, looking at her with a bitter face, as if she’d disturbed the mute dialogue of the diner. Christie gingerly walked towards her.
“Hey,” Christie said. “I broke down a couple of miles back.”
The woman looked at her, rolling her eyes. “Bad place to break down, lady.” She said.
Wow, way to advertise your business.
“Yeah.” Christie chuckled nervously. “Looks like there’s nothing out there but snakes and cannibals.”
The woman’s facial expression remained stationary.
“Yeah.” The beefy man said, turning in his seat. “And cannibalistic snakes.” He smiled.
Christie risked a laugh, as the man turned back around in his seat, staring vacantly at the wall again.
She turned back to the woman. “Is there any chance I could use your payphone?”
The woman sighed. “Sure. It’s through there.” She nodded towards a narrow corridor that looked like it lead to the bathroom.
“Thanks. But first, can I get a cup of coffee? It’s been a long day and I’m very tired.”
“Coming right up,” she said fakely. “Take a seat.”
; Christie took a seat at one of the tables and waited for the woman to bring her a coffee. She rested her head in her hands and closed her eyes.
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Waking herself up, Christie came to the horrific realization that she was not in the diner any more, at least not in the seating area. She was on a four poster bed, in what she assumed was a grotty back bedroom.
There she lay, just dressed in her panties and her top. At the bottom of the bed was the big, beefy man, staring at her. He was topless, and Christie’s eyes gazed at him for a long moment. He was very muscular, and she couldn’t help but lower her eyes to get a good look at his six-pack abs. She had never seen such ripped abs before.
“What the hell is going on?” She asked. But the man gave no answer, and stared blankly at her.
Christie’s eyes lowered further, and she realized that the man was not clothed as she perused his nether regions. He was hung like a horse. Although she liked what she saw, she still knew she was in quite a sticky predicament.
The man’s eyes lowered and he gazed at Christie’s panties. She felt herself getting aroused, little waves of pleasure shooting down her arms and legs.
Finally, the man spoke. “My name’s Gordon.”
“Okay...” said Christie. “That doesn’t really explain things...”
“You seemed very tired so I put you to bed. This is the backroom.”
“That’s nice of you... I guess. But what happened to my clothes? And you moved me in here just because I fell asleep?”
“Yes, because you fell asleep. And also because I could sense that you were truly wanton the moment you stepped in here.” Gordon flexed his pecs. “You see, I’m always here.”
Gordon reached out and grabbed the elastic hem of Christie’s underwear. They tore easily as the man tugged them downwards. She was now completely naked from the waist down, legs spread and fully exposed.
She wondered what he had in mind. Her question was about to be answered, as the man kneeled on the edge of the bed and propped Christie’s legs up on his very wide shoulders.
Gordon ran the tip of his finger up and down the length of Christie’s pussy lips. It had been a while since she had been touched so expertly, and given the very unusual circumstances, she was genuinely impressed with the technique of this strange hunk. She moaned encouragingly, as the long digit flicked her little clit from left to right before delving deep into her tight snatch.
Once inside, he fingered her rampantly. Christie found herself wanting more, as her inner walls sucked the finger in as deep as possible. Almost shocking herself with her own desire, she started moaning. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah, harder!”
This didn’t change the pace of the man's finger probing, as he continued to methodically drill her soaked hole, swinging his thick digit in and out like a pendulum. It wasn't long before she felt an amazing climax start to build up inside her body. But before she got the chance to cum, Gordon stopped.
Withdrawing, he licked his finger, sampling Christie’s love juice. Completely spent, she lay there panting, horny as hell but still rather uneasy about the situation she was in.
Gordon got down off the mattress and stood at the bottom of the bed. His long, thick cock was absolutely throbbing, swaying graciously as his sack hung low, full and churning.
Christie’s ass cheeks clammed up in angst. The strong man grabbed her by the ankles, stood up tall and spun her upside down so that her face was between his chunky thighs.
It became apparent that Gordon used to have a wild life in his younger years, and now his strength really showed as he held her by the ankles. She felt an incredible sense of submission as this brute of a man took total control of her. She was dangling like a piece of meat, swinging on his every move, her face pressed against his chiseled abdomen. She felt hot breath on her anxious little pussy.
Christie realized that she was doing nothing to pleasure the man, and so she reached down under and sought out his cock. Her hands began to work the shaft with vigor, both hands stroking it, and fingers caressing it. Her lips closed around the shiny head of the cock, and she sucked on it hard, doing her best to pleasure Gordon and give him what he wanted. Her hands cradled his balls and worked his shaft, her soft lips locked tight around the massive head, trying to extract as much of his sweet-tasting pre-cum as she could. She jabbed the tip of her tongue in and out of the eye, sticky drizzles of seed spattering over her face as she hung there, the thick meat lightly smacking her across the face, swaying from side to side. She cupped the heavy balls, gently squeezing them and feeling the hot sperm inside, the sack drawing up and tightening as the man continued to breathe onto her pussy, driving her to new heights. Christie knew one thing - she wanted to empty those balls. But not in her mouth. She wanted to feel that sweet jizz deep inside her.
Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and cried out, upside down, “Man, will you just hammer me already?”
Christie smiled, as suddenly she felt no fear. She wanted this, badly. She was let down to the floor, and she bent over the bed, awaiting Gordon’s move. He got behind her and groped her ass cheeks with his huge palms.
Pouring a generous amount of lube on his cock, Gordon grabbed Christie’s hips firmly and positioned himself close to the moist target. The lube worked a treat as he nudged his big cock up against her tight pussy. She let out a high-pitched squeal as he thrust his hips forward and plunged his monstrous tool two inches deep.
Christie couldn't believe this was happening. She was getting nailed by a muscle stud in the backroom of a remote diner, and she was loving every second of it. Gordon plunged a further five inches in, and as she let out another squeal of encouragement, he knew that this cock-hungry young woman wanted him to go balls deep. So, he plunged his entire length inside her, his huge balls banging against her cheeks furiously as they indulged in intense seedy sex.
Gordon started to really pick up quite a pace, pounding with a desperate rhythm.
Fully erect, he lovingly speared his unfeasibly large cock in and out of Christie’s pussy. She reached down and determinedly worked her aching clit, flicking herself for all she was worth in an eager attempt to reach her impending climax. Getting shafted so hard was too much for her to take, and she came loudly and wildly, gushing strings of squirt all over the bedcovers.
She placed one foot on the bed, with the other securely weighted on the floor. Gordon wasted no time in continuing to drill her, driving his cock into the pink flesh of the attractive young woman’s snatch.
The long shaft slammed Christie's tight hole, which began sucking the tool in further, clamping down with vice-like force. The man was balls deep in her tunnel, ramming her entrance.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax, as he deeply penetrated her. He pumped in and out, over and over again. As she wailed and writhed the pleasure became more and more intense, and she found herself more aroused than she ever had been in her life. She reached out and clutched at the covers, dangerously close to cumming again but not quite there yet. Gordon grabbed her hair and pulled it back hard, as she felt those full balls slapping against her skin.
He was so large, and every inch was buried deep. She felt him throbbing against her inner walls, ready to pour his semen into her. He kept dragging the crown of his cock against her g-spot, and soon she was crying out with every thrust.
Gordon had loads of energy, and he effortlessly picked up the pace, angling his ridiculous dong. He really cranked it up and screwed her hard and fast, rampantly pounding in and out of her, as she felt her own juices escape and trickle down her legs.
She found herself eager for harder penetration. She began to back her ass up, encouraging him to fuck her faster, and harder. She was totally lost in the moment. She heard a deep groan from over her shoulder, as the man pummeled her faster and faster, his massive balls whacking against her and almost knocking the wind out of her.
“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Christie squealed, swaying her hips back and forth like a rocking horse, greatly enj
oying the amazingly sensual pounding. Gordon felt her pussy gripping tighter, and as she yelled he let an amazing climax rip through his body, all the way from his toes to the top of his head. He shrieked and rolled his head back, shouting loudly as he came, gushing a massive load of cum into Christie’s pussy, pumping her full. He stayed locked inside her, shooting his cream into her in steady waves.
Gordon stepped back, withdrawing his phallus from the warm hole, which made a loud squelch as it was set free. Knowing that she had truly been seeded hard, he ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her lips, trickling the last few drops of jizz into her hole before it closed shut.
Christie sat back on the bed, completely satisfied.