Chris BeakerChapter 5 Long Distance Runaround
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Union Station
It was a lousy place for a clown. Lauren felt smug as she stood in Union Station in her clown suit. It had a red nose and big, floppy, yellow shoes. She felt a weird combination of anonymity and conspicuousness.
She could see her husband Ryan in the distance on a stairway. He was shooting a video of her as people swarmed past her. Most thought nothing of a clown standing in the middle of Union Station.
Some made humorous comments: “Hey, quit clowning around and get on your train!” “Get the hell out of here, clown!”
Others shied away. A little girl grabbed her mother’s hand as they tried to escape.
A female Hispanic cop approached Lauren. Lauren and her husband hadn’t thought about raising suspicions from law enforcement. How would she explain her way out of this?
She saw Ryan take the camera from his face, so he could watch.
“Can I ask what you’re doing here?” the cop demanded.
The cop was beefy-looking, like she’d played women’s softball in college. Her tits strained in her uniform.
“Um, this is all innocent, officer, I swear.”
The cop stood, glaring at her.
“Yeah? Innocent in what way? Are you protesting? Planning a flash mob?” she asked.
“No, um, I made a bet with my husband. I lost, and this is my punishment.”
“Your punishment of losing a bet with your husband is to stand in Union Station in a clown suit?” she asked, confused and unimpressed.
“Yeah, let’s see if I can make this brief, without getting too, um, explicit.”
A vibration shot through her, and she shuddered in delight. Ryan! That bastard! He had turned on the remote-control vibrating egg. It lay inside her panties, lodged against her clit. She fought like hell to maintain her composure while she talked to the cop.
“Yeah, I have this bad habit of forgetting times and dates. It annoys the hell out of him. We bet I’d f-forget our anniversary, and I did. So, this is mm-my punishment. That’s him on the stairs, with the cam-mm-era,” she said. Lauren pointed in that direction and tried not to moan.
The vibrations stopped.
“Hmm,” the cop said as she looked in the direction Lauren pointed.
Lauren went weak in the knees and her mouth opened in a silent moan. She gave a sharp suck of breath as the egg pulsed again, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her. The cop looked back at her and gave her a quizzical look.
“So, that’s your story?” the cop asked, looking both amused and serious.
“Yep, he made a bet with me, that I’d forget it. And I did! Ooh!! I really did.”
She felt her pussy getting wetter as she talked, and her eyes roll up into her head. The cop gave her a strange look.
“Aaand if I lost, I’d have to stand in the station dressed as aah-ooh!… clown for an hour.”
“Uh-huh,” the cop said, smirking. “And where is your husband?”
“Um, over there, the guy with the cell phone camer-ah! Wearing the black shirt and blazer.”
The cop looked in the direction she was pointing. Ryan smiled and waved.
“I think I understand now. What’s your name, ma’am?”
“Um, Lauren Ellis.”
“And your husband’s name?”
“Ryan Ellis.”
“Tell me, Mrs. Ellis, do you and your husband ever experiment with… remote control titillation?”
Lauren felt her face turn as red as her clown nose.
“What? I… ohhh… I don’t know what that is. Ohmygod. What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean,” the cop smiled. “And may I recommend you and your husband find less public places for remote control play?”
Lauren sighed in resignation—or it maybe it was a disguised moan.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him.”
“Okay, be sure that you do. Have a nice day, Mrs. Ellis.”
The cop smiled and winked, and walked away. As she did she waved and smiled at Ryan.
“Th-thank you!” Lauren squealed.
The cop turned her head back to her and shook it before moving on.
Sensual torment
Damn it, twenty minutes to go, thought Lauren, looking at the large clock in the station. Her pussy was so wet her juices ran down her legs. She hoped it didn’t show in the baggy canvas pants she wore. People would think she’d peed herself.
People continued to walk by, most without a word. There were a few strange glances and a couple taunts, though. A few looked scared and avoided her. Each time someone came close to her, Ryan turned on the egg. Lauren had to do something to take her mind off her horny pussy. She talked to people who came close: “Nice day!” or “Have you tried the bakery in the corner of the station?” It seemed to help.
At last three o’clock came, and she ran to Ryan.
“Let’s get out of here!” she said.
She sprinted from the station to the parking garage, Ryan in tow. They jumped into their SUV, and Ryan spoke.
“I thought for sure that cop was going to put a stop to it!” he laughed. “But she knew what was going on, and thought it was funny.”
“Shut up and drive, or I’ll jump your bones right here,” Lauren said angrily. “You don’t know how hard that was, getting turned on with all those people there.”
Ryan drove through the garage exit and onto the highway, but it wasn’t fast enough for Lauren.
“I can’t take it, I can’t make it all the way home,” she said as she tried to rub her cunt through her pants. “Let’s go to my office. It’s closer.”
“Seriously?!” Ryan laughed. “I guess I’ve put you through enough today. Better get you some relief.”
“It’s that or in the middle of the fuckin’ road, honey. And I’ve had about enough of cops for one day.”
They drove into the parking garage in Lauren’s building, and she handed Ryan her building pass. In the car, Lauren had ditched the clown outfit for her own clothes and sneakers underneath. She grabbed his hand and ran for the elevator, and pressed the button for the 11th floor. The elevator didn’t move.
“Shit—after hours,” Lauren said as she held her badge to the electronic sensor pad.
The elevator started moving, and Lauren moved on her husband. She pinned him against the elevator wall and kissed him hard as she ground her hips into his. She felt his pole bumping against her—it wouldn’t be long.
Satisfaction guaranteed
The elevator door opened, and she grabbed his hand and ran for her office. Inside, she threw things off her desktop. Her wireless keyboard fell to the floor, and a framed photo of themselves with their kids fell and broke.
Lauren threw her jeans down with her sopping wet underwear. She bent over the desk and spread her legs. Ryan didn’t need any instruction, his pants were at his ankles.
He sank his hard rod into her, and she groaned in her lust. She was so damn wet…like he’d thrust his pole into the Grand Canyon with Niagara Falls running through it. She felt him thrust in and out. Lauren grunted for him to pump her, and opened her legs wider.
“Harder!” Lauren growled through clenched teeth.
She gripped the side of the desk in front of her, her knuckles turning white. At last, she was getting what she needed. They heard the slapping of their hips together, their moans and grunts of passion. And the squishy sounds of his hard cock as pumped in and out of her wet snatch.
Time, the outside world, life’s cares, all suspended. All that mattered was getting to that sweet goal.
“Harder, dammit! Fuck my brains out! Fuck my pussy good! I need your hard cock!”
It wasn’t the language she used. She needed him so bad it hurt. Ryan grabbed her hips and gave her what she demanded. He pounded into her with a fury, bumping her body along the desk.
Lauren gave a low guttural cry that rose in volume in pitch. She caught herself and stifled it. Her body shook in her passion as she panted. Ryan stayed with her as he held her hips tight. Her ass rose off the desk and met his as she pushed back at him.
She felt heat flow up the shaft of Ryan’s cock, felt it pulse and grow. He gave one last, powerful thrust, and growled in his lust. Lauren felt him empty his balls deep in her canal. Lauren moaned in delirious passion as the hot jets flooded her sheath. His spunk oozed from her slit, down her ass crack and to her desk. Lauren liked messy sex, and he’d made a hell of a mess.
Ryan collapsed on top of Lauren. They took time to savor the feeling of their hips together, and the way they curved as one. Sated, they came down from their high. Ryan stood up and helped Lauren to her back. His eyes widened. Her lower lip was bleeding.
“What happened? Did you bang your mouth on the desk?” he asked.
“No, I had to bite my lip from screaming. Is it bad?”
“Well, it’s not good. Here—here’s a tissue,” he said, handing her one from the box on her credenza.
“That was quite animalistic, babe,” Lauren said as she wiped her mouth. “And I have the wound to prove it.” She smiled and held up her arm. “And there’ll be a bruise, from the looks of it.”
Indeed, a black and blue patch was forming over a patch of pink skin on the underside of her forearm.
“Yeah, well, it’s all your fault, you know,” Ryan joked.
“How do you figure? You were the one who got me all worked up with that vibrator.”
“Aw, it took two,” he said as he kissed her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.”
He held her and managed to find a way to partly climb on the desk to spoon.
“And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that… fucking… horny,” he said for lack of better words.
“Yeah, your cum’s going to be leaking from me for hours. How the hell am I going to make dinner with all that cum leaking from my pussy?”
“I guess I’ll have to help you make dinner—be the holder-upper for the chef.”
Lauren turned her head and kissed him.
“You made me feel so good, honey. And it makes me happy that you’ll help with dinner.”
“We’d better get going,” Ryan said after a few minutes.
They dressed and picked up the things Lauren had knocked off her desk. Then they headed for the elevator.
“I’ve been thinking, sweetie. How about dressing up in a French maid’s outfit the next time you forget?”
“Don’t you dare!” she said, a big grin on her face.
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