151 a BUTCHERS MAID Pt6
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Molly told me that we weren’t driving directly home. Instead we were taking a road trip to the beach. She only told me that I needed to get to I-40 and take that to Wilmington, NC. We would be eating the food we had left over from the nudist camp. Our only stops would be when we stopped for bathroom breaks or gas.
At least that was the plan.
I don’t think I will ever get comfortable with the gawking I get whenever I get out of the Lotus at a rest area. Molly is doing surprisingly well dealing with all the people crowding in around her.
Molly still asked me if I could drop her off before I parked and she would text me when she was ready to go. While she didn’t like being out in a strange place all alone, it was better than the looks she got when she didn’t speak to anyone asking her about the car. Plus, it let her take as long as she needed to take care of her business in the throne room.
I know she heard the few nasty comments about her acting like she was too far above their social status to talk to them.
She had a different sort of business in mind as we drove into Wilmington, North Carolina where I-40 ended. With her navigating we pulled up in front of a Kohl’s department store. As she got out she pointed to the Audi dealership that the other end of the parking lot. I got a message from
I bet they wouldn’t have come rushing out like ravenous wolves if I drove up in my Honda. I wonder if they have some security company on speed-dial to run off the people who looked like they couldn’t afford the oil changes.
“Time for a little fun,” a message said on my goggles. “Any of the cars you look on their lot will show you the dealer invoice, MSRP and all incentives. Below that you will see their default ‘drive off the lot’ price as well as the ‘best price’ offer they will give you if you start to walk away. While the owner of the dealership is a good guy, his salesmen are self-serving, lying assholes. Now the pretty, red-headed saleswoman is a straight shooter and needs every dime in commissions she can get. Go tell her you want to see what Audi has to offer. As you walk around ask her to show you the cars on the lot she would buy for herself if money was no object. She will surprise you with her choice. Once you know which one she wants go to the sales manager to make it clear that he has ten minutes to put his best price on paper and bring it to her. Make it quite clear to him that you have done your research, so you know what they paid for it and all available incentives.”
He explained exactly what to expect from the dealership as they tried to make a deal. First, they would automatically assume I was trading the Lotus and would tweak the numbers to make the deal look unbelievable. By the time I got their first offer on paper they would have already run the VIN on the Lotus, peeked at the mileage, run a DMV check on the title and see how much I might owe on it. He emphasized that once they put their offer on paper that it was a valid contract that would hold up in court. I was to cross out everything below the sales price of the car. That was where they would have the Lotus at way below market value, bullshit fees, random charges and similar things to jack up their profit. I only needed to give it back to them and tell them to write it up with only the new vehicle at the price they quoted.
But wait ... That’s not all!
The next sales contract would have some outrageous interest rate over seventy-two months to try to salvage some profit out of the deal. I was to pull out my credit cards as I explained I didn’t need any financing. If they didn’t want to charge it to my debit card(s), I would go get them cash. I still would have to pay the “document fee” because that goes right to the owner of the dealership.
Once I had the title in hand, I needed to write out two copies of a sales contract selling the car to the saleswoman for a dollar. All I then needed to do was to sign the title over to her and give her the keys to her new car. He told me he had his own private reasons for having me do him this favor.
Ok. What the fuck? Even if it isn’t “my” money and the man in the machine wants this to happen, should I really bother questioning it? He has done a lot for me without asking for anything in return. Even helping him get freed from the secret training base was Molly’s idea. Oh shit! What about Molly! She is going to be pissed at having to wait while I play this game.
As if he was reading my mind, and maybe he was somehow, I got another message saying, “Molly will still be a while. There is a salon next to Kohl’s. She is taking baby steps for her to become more comfortable at being touched by strangers. She is getting her first ever manicure and pedicure before she goes shopping. If it looks like you will run long I will message her that you are doing something for me. I will tell her that she should splurge to get them to work their magic on her hair to make her look absolutely stunning with her tan.
What the hell, I don’t have any other pressing plans.
As I drove onto the Audi lot I could practically see the salesmen drooling as I pull into a parking space. It was hard not to break out laughing when even salesman trying to make sale abandoned their customers to join the pack of greasy wolves moving in to jump the rich kid getting out of the Lotus. As I slowly made my way toward the building I saw the redheaded woman was standing outside, but she was hanging back near the doors. The group of salesmen delighted in guiding me to their TT and R8 models as they explained they were much better than the Lotus. Each model they offered had a ton of luxury features and people wouldn’t consider any of their top-end cars as being “little dick” cars.
I would love to show them my “little” dick that goes with my “little dick” car.
“Wow. You do have some amazing cars, but I’m just browsing right now,” I explained.
Like a dog running off with a mischief’s meal, the salesmen rushed back over to the guys they had been trying to con into buying some outrageously expensive car to match their social status, regardless of the price. A few gave me their best shot at getting me into the car of my dreams. I continued to ignore their feeble attempts as I walked right up to the saleswoman.
Car of my dreams my ass. More like the commission of their dreams. I wonder how much they would add on to the sale to line their pockets?
“We know what those wolves want to try to con me into buying whatever gets them the biggest commission,” I told her. “Not only are you very pretty, you don’t seem to be salivating at the thought of every customer like they are just a commission. If you aren’t with a customer right now would you mind showing me around? I’m curious to see which of the cars here you would buy for yourself if you had a big bucket of cash you had to spend before midnight.”
She gave me a very contemplative look for a minute before we started walking around the lot.
When we got next to a blue two-door convertible TT roadster she said, “I would love to have this one, but I have three kids, so that won’t work at all.”
We walked over to look at others she liked except that she found something wrong with each one. They were either too expensive to be practical, more muscle than she needed or just weren’t her style. I saw another style of convertible over on the edge of the lot and headed over that way.
“What about this one? It has four seats, so it would hold three kids,” I asked.
“I would love it, but my oldest child is still too small to ride in the front seat safely,” she told me. “What I really need is a minivan, but we don’t sell those here. Even with a big bucket of money I would still want to get some use out of my employee discount. The only thing we have that comes close to a minivan is the Q7. Unfortunately, the dealership only orders the most expensive, fully loaded models to have on the lot. These Q7s start at ninety grand before fees and packages. I can almost get two fully loaded top-of-the-line Honda minivans for that price.”
I sort of mentioned I might be interested in one of the dozen of the Q7s they had on the lot. She directed me right over to a white Q7 she said had been on the lot for a while because that color wasn’t popular anymore this year. She even joked that she would seriously consider it if the boss knocked the price down to something reasonable that she could swing.
“Well the Lotus is pretty cramped and really high profile, as you noticed when I pulled up,” I explained. “I love to drive it around. It sucks that there isn’t anywhere I can open it up to let it run. Plus, I’m sure as heck not about to drive to the mall or go get some fast food place. No one would really notice the Q7 with all the other SUVs out there. Would you mind writing it up for me after I see what the sales manager is willing to do to get it off the lot? I don’t have a lot of time before I have to pick up my friend and my dad told me never to play the grind game.”
Did she just have a small orgasm?
It only took her a few minutes of typing around on the computer to come up with some numbers for the Q7 alone. As I walked up to the sales manager’s office my goggles were showing the invoice pricing. As expected, there were fifteen grand worth of dealer incentives for the Q7 that the saleswoman’s computer didn’t show to put on the quote. The MSRP was just over ninety thousand dollars. With the dealer incentives and customer cash back, the MSRP was now less than seventy grand and that still included the bogus paint warranties, tire inflation fee, tags and title processing charges.
Wow the dealer documentation fees are twenty-two hundred dollars? I thought they were normally around a grand. The only thing on the paintjob from the factory is bird shit and crud from the last time it rained. It hasn’t even been detailed or waxed once yet.
I introduced myself to the sales manager and then handed him the quote the woman had given me.
“So here is the deal. I’ve someone I need to pick up in half an hour and needed to kill some time. I didn’t expect to find anything that grabbed my eye. Your saleswoman’s knowledge of the cars on your lot is excellent. Unlike the commission hungry salesmen out there, she made a great case for why I should consider the Q7. The Lotus is a bit cramped in the back and doesn’t have enough room in the trunk for a long trip,” I explained. “I’m not sure how people bought cars before the Internet. It only took me seconds to see that her quote didn’t take off the fifteen grand in dealer incentives from Audi or the customer cash the salesmen told me about. I never knew that you couldn’t order any of next year’s inventory when you still have plenty of this year’s models still on your lot. I figure I can give you ten minutes to give me your best offer on the white Q7 before I go see what deals Porsche is willing to offer me. You have one shot here to give me the deal. I’m out of here in eleven minutes otherwise.”
Yeah you give me that look all you want, I’ll walk. Just watch.
Two minutes later he asked if he could have the Lotus keys.
Ok, I will play your game.
I passed them off to whoever was going to go appraise it.
Are you serious? Your going to hold my car hostage to force me to hang out here?
With only two minutes left to provide me an offer I walked into his office to demand my Lotus key back. He tried to say they weren’t done appraising it yet.
“You have exactly two minutes to have my car out front and the key in my hand. At two minutes and ten seconds I’m on the phone with the cops,” I told him as I walked out of his office.
Before I could even look up the number for the local police department I saw the Lotus magically appear in a parking space out front. I headed that way, got in and was adjusting my mirrors when the woman came hurrying out with a new quote form.
“I guess he didn’t take you seriously until you started to leave. Here is what we have,” she told me after I had rolled down my window.
Yep. Right as the man in the machine explained. I bet he could have given me the exact numbers if I had asked.
It was now only three thousand over their discounted invoice price with the documentation fees down to one grand now. They did throw in some “special” package savings and some other garbage discount. It was now at sixty-five thousand five hundred dollars. Right below that was the trade in price for the Lotus at fifty-seven thousand.
What a load of steaming bullshit. The car has less than five thousand miles on it and was only five months off the factory floor. The base model sells for ninety grand at the dealership.
“Really? Fifty-seven grand for the Lotus? You’re going to be making, what, over thirty grand when you sell it? I guess you think I’m just some dumb rich kid. Thanks for your time, but I will go look somewhere else,” I told him.
Yeah, he expected that. There is no way he couldn’t have had another quote ready to go so quickly.
I didn’t make it to the door before the saleswoman handed me their real best offer. The Lotus was now trading in at seventy grand and the Q7 price was down to sixty thousand even. She said that was a special price because it had sat on the lot. It was to be our secret since they couldn’t do that with any other models they had. Standard crap. I walked back over to her cubicle to “look” over the offer in more detail.
Should I send that little disclaimer about my getting the difference between the Lotus and Q7 in six business weeks?
After scratching out the Lotus trade in, bogus add on paint warranty, tire re-inflation fees, dealer prep fees and the other crap they had added to the price, I changed the taxes, tag and title fees to match the now sixty-grand price for the Q7. I left the thousand-dollar doc fee alone since there was no way they would take that off.
When I handed it back to her I said, “I think I’m going to keep the Lotus. Still this is a great price for the Q7, so I will take it at the sixty grand plus the taxes, tag and title fees. I will make the arrangements to have it driven off the lot before the end of your business day.”
She got my financial information and didn’t even balk at the fact that I was only fifteen. I couldn’t drive two cars at the same time. The dealership would add in something from their legal department about not releasing any new vehicle to anyone under twenty-one. When I saw her take it to the sales manager it was obvious he knew he had screwed up.
Wow! The look on his face is better than fireworks any day. What expression he will have when he finds out I’m not financing it?
I couldn’t hold in the laugh when I saw they had filled out the finance section with a loan at twenty-seven percent interest and required a twenty thousand dollar down payment. They had even gone so far as to calculate the loan finance charges with the down payment included.
“When did we discuss how I planned to pay for this purchase? For that matter, when did I authorize you to run my credit? I’ve got to leave soon to pick up my friend so I’m over playing games. Either give me a sales contract showing the amount due without any financing. This is going to be a cash sale,” I told them. “Dang I almost forgot. Bring the title with the sales agreement. It should be free of any factory or bank liens. If you don’t have the real state issued title to sign over to me I’m out of here.”
She was really sweating now. I noticed a bunch of the salesmen watching to see if she could seal the deal. Five minutes later I was looking at the finished paperwork that only required that I sign it. Someone from their back office came out with the title. My goggles said it was authentic without anyone having any liens against the vehicle. After I checked the mileage and VIN number against the paperwork I started to sign the few places required to get the deal done. I was directed into an office where the person inside was going to handle taking my payment.
Well that is odd. They can’t decide if they want the black card or the one covered in real gold. Guess they want to be sure they get their money. They must not have liked the idea that I could get them the almost sixty-three grand in cash.
Paying was the quickest part of the whole process. The title was in the dealer’s name and they tried to say that it had to be sent off to have the title moved to be in my name, and my parents, like I had on the Lotus.
“Look I told you I don’t have time to play games. Sign the dang thing over to me like I would sign over the Lotus title if I was selling it to you,” I said sternly.
After they had a quick discussion I had a signed title and all paperwork.
Now this is going to be interesting to see how they react.
I asked if they happened to have a notary on staff. They did.
Seems that spending sixty-grand for a car comes with notary services for free. They even scanned a notarized copy and sent it to me in email.
While still in the finance guy’s office I used his legal pad to write out two copies of a sales agreement, signed each one and then asked the notary to come with me as I walked over to the saleswoman’s cube. I saw the confused look on her face as I asked her to sign the bottom of both sales agreements and then had them notarized.
I handed the saleswoman the keys, title and one copy of the notarized sales agreement as I told her, “Take good care of your little ones and enjoy the Q7. A friend told me that you wouldn’t question why I bought it to give to you, so don’t. I’m glad I found at least one honest salesperson here.”
I got a big hug for my generosity. All the salesmen showed why they were selling cars instead of doing something that required a bit more intellect. Seeing the sales managers face made my day. He is a total ass hat and got what he deserved for making assumptions that only made an ass out of him. It was really going to bite his ass having to pay the saleswoman a commission on her new Q7.
I could get used to seeing stunned faces! It is good the woman didn’t insist she screw me or she would have a fourth kid in nine months.
Molly walked out of the store when I was starting to look for a safe parking spot for the Lotus. I pulled up to the curb and got out to help her carry the bags, mostly to peek inside, but she wouldn’t let me. Two large shopping bags went into the trunk and two smaller ones in the back seat.
Wow! They did a miracle with her hair. It had been a bit ragged before so I assumed it was some sort of fad hairstyle. Now she had it trimmed evenly and brushed out to be silky smooth. She looked a lot prettier with her naturally straight hair framing her face.
She continued navigating us around until we were on state highway seventeen toward Murrell’s Inlet. Molly messaged me that she was getting very hungry and wanted to sit down at a restaurant for a real meal she didn’t have to make. After we ate we were heading toward the beach house she had rented on Pawley’s Island. She managed to find one of the few that had a garage. Evidently after the last hurricane hit this area the owners put it in to protect their car from the next hurricane that came this way.
I’m less worried about it being out of sight and more worried about what the sand and saltwater will do to it.
Before long the highway turned into a rural road with a speed limit of twenty miles an hour. When Molly slipped into the back I adjusted my rearview mirror to get a look at what she was doing back there.
Ok. I shouldn’t have been looking. She just stripped naked. From my angle I could see her velvet lined meat wallet showed she was ready for a deposit from the bank of David.
From one of the bags she pulled out a pair of loose shorts that looked like they were three sizes too big for her legs. Inside the crotch was a liner that kept her pussy from showing even with her legs spread widely. That was great because she was going commando. She pulled a new shirt over her head. It didn’t do anything to hide her tits. If they weren’t showing through when she had it tight against her chest, the big arm and neck holes would give an unobstructed view.
Well her tits don’t have any tan lines, so why not show them off. Let people look. It’s not like we are modest.
She was giving me a huge grin when she leaned forward so I could see the shirt drop open in front. Where I had expected to see her tits, I only saw about half of each one and I had a straight shot down her shirt given the angle of the rearview mirror. That wasn’t the case when she pulled it tight to her chest. I clearly saw her hard, pink nipples and firm breasts showing through.
At the next stoplight she reached around to undo my harness and pull off my shirt. I don’t know if she hacked the stoplight or not, but it stayed red until I had the five-point harness buckled again. Not even a mile down the road we had to stop because a truck was pushing a mobile home into a trailer park. The truck driver had everything lined up perfectly, but the gravel road had huge ruts in it. There was a guy in one of the mini bulldozers that was filling the ruts in from a big pile of gravel a dump truck had just dumped on the side of the road.
With that small bucket it is going to take a while. Might as well shut off the Lotus while we wait. There isn’t enough room on this road to turn around and there are ditches on both sides.
Molly decided this was a good time to unbuckle me again so she could strip off my shorts and underwear.
I’m glad the shirt she put on me earlier was long enough to hide that it is all I have on right now. The guy who came to tell us it wouldn’t be much longer looked like he would be interested in seeing what was hidden between my legs.
When the guy was far enough away I pulled on the pair of shorts that Molly handed me. She had picked them out perfectly. Inside was some sort of pouch to hold my nuts securely while still letting me pull my dick out of the leg holes. Whatever stretchy material they were made of even kept my dick held down against my leg even when I was almost fully hard.
A guy developed these shorts for easy access to screw while keeping my balls out of the action.
“These are the most advanced moisture wicking shorts they carried. They should sun-dry in about five minutes. Mine have a similar feature,” her message said in my goggles.
We both re-buckled our harnesses and waited for the truck to get the trailer out of our way. Their estimate of soon turned out to be another ten minutes of waiting.
The rut behind the mobile home looks deep enough to swallow that toy bulldozer they are using to fill it in.
I was hoping we would finally get moving again. I needed to take a piss.
Right as I was passing the truck pushing in the trailer an old Cadillac pulled out from beside the truck.
Is that guy paddling that land yacht? Can it even go faster than twenty miles an hour?
I could still see the trailer park in my rearview mirror when a cop pulled out from behind a sigh with his lights on. He would hit is siren to get people to move out of his way on the little bit of a shoulder there was now on the side of the road. I was already moving over onto the shoulder when he pulled up behind me.
Even if I hadn’t been behind that old beast I couldn’t have gotten faster than thirty before I got to the four-way stop.
Up walked this burly old cop who asked, “Boy, do you know how fast you were going back there?”
Good thing I have the high security badge if this goes sideways.
“Yes sir, officer. I was doing twenty miles an hour, just like the old Cadillac that had been in front of me. Even though I really need to use the bathroom I would just have to stop at the four-way intersection just down the road. There’s also a lot of kids out playing near the road. The only way I have any hope of opening my car up is if I can find a raceway or driving school who will let me take it out on their course,” I told him calmly with forearms resting on the steering wheel as I took out my driver’s license and driving school card from my wallet. “I provided my driving school certification card with my license. They told me there is a number or some sort of code on it to verify that I have indeed completed the courses successfully, a requirement for my state to give me an unrestricted driver’s license at fifteen.”
Like it mattered to him. I was a kid in a sports car. I could have been pushing it down the road and he would have pulled me over for speeding. I know he is going to be a pain. He probably really doesn’t have anything better to do than give tickets to tourists.
We had been on the side of the road for around ten minutes when I saw a cop car flying towards us with his lights and siren on. About the time he was even with my car he slammed on his brakes to do a one-eighty and slide right in behind the other cop.
Now that was damn near perfect. I know I would have to do a lot of practice to not end up sliding off into the grass.
Minutes later a state trooper comes to a stop less than a foot from the front of the Lotus to block me in.
Did someone put a warrant out for me or this car? Was it that rookie I showed up back home looking for some sort of payback? Could the people that transported my car have used it as a getaway car for a bank robbery? What is going on now? Who invited the two black SUV’s with government plates and lights, making them look like red and blue Christmas trees, to this speeding ticket party?
We had been sitting here for almost half an hour already without a single cop coming over to my car. Finally, one of the guys from the black SUVs slowly walked to Molly’s side of the car, around the back and carefully approached the driver’s side. When he saw that it was me he visibly relaxed.
“David, did you try to open it up out here in speed trap land. Bubba back there requested the ATF come down with a full team to tear your car apart. He is sure you must be a drug runner. As soon as I saw the Lotus I knew exactly who was behind the wheel. That hardheaded cop wouldn’t listen to a word I said even after what I told him was verified by his dispatcher. As coincidental as it may seem, the state trooper was there at the driving school the same time as we were,” the guy from ATF told me. “After all the rounds of drinks he had to buy for betting against you he won’t be forgetting about the fifteen-year-old kid that pitted him twice, in the dark. I already called this into my boss. He told us to pull back() but stay in town in case this clown calls the FBI or National Guard in on you. Too bad harassing tourists is pretty much all the authority he has in this town. He has to call in the deputy to come arrest you and your friend should anyone find you had committed a crime.”
I thanked him for coming over to tell me what was going on since the cop still hadn’t come back to my car. I finally got annoyed enough that I texted Paula to see if she wanted to have a bit of fun. I got back a text that she was busy right now.
Ok. Sounds like I get to make my own fun.
Once the black SUVs were way out of sight I used the place in my head open the shielded badge holder. I watched the various colors of energy being absorbed by the card and the different colored ones it was sending out. The state trooper’s car seemed to absorb two of the energy colors that passed through it while the local police cars absorbed a different colored one. It only took a few seconds for the Trooper’s radio to send out an alert tone that none of the three cops seem to have ever heard before. The trooper said some cop codes into her radio as she hurried to her car and took off. After a quick discussion with the cop that pulled me over, the deputy hauled ass away from us as fast as he could work his way through traffic using his lights and sirens.
Seriously? The sheriff is going to continue sitting back there with his dick up his ass?
I saw him talking on his cell phone and police radio, but he never got out of his car.
Molly decided she was hungry. She went to get us some sandwiches from the cooler in the trunk. She made a pretty big production of making him lunch too and taking it over to give it to him. I heard him growl out something to her as she stood there beside his car. She didn’t move an inch until he took the food and then the offered water bottle.
You go Molly! He looks like his mom just called him and tore into him for being a dick just because he had a badge.
As I was wiping off my mouth my goggles popped up an alert message to be ready for something interesting to happen in approximately three minutes. All I had to do was be patient. I would know it when I saw it. The cop was about to get the backup he had been requesting, just not what he wanted.
Whoever sent that message had way understated it when they said it would only be interesting!
When I was halfway through my second sandwich I saw a big line of Humvees with police light bars flashing. Each had a soldier, in body armor, manning the machine gun mounted on each Humvee.
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LeRoys' last support payment: Today is my baby girl's 18th birthday. I be so glad that this be my last child support payment! Month after month, year after year, all those payments! So I call my baby girl, LaKeesha, to come to my house and when she get there, I say: "Baby girl, I want you to take this check over to yo momma house and tell her this be the last check she ever be getting from me, and I want you to come back and tell me the 'spression on yo mama's face." So, my baby...
Saturday, April 30, 2005 I woke at about 2:45am, climbed over Julia, sent Chloe's text message, then - after some fooling around to work out how because I'm not very technologically adept - I turned Julia's phone off. I was looking forward to finding out whether Chloe had stayed up waiting for that text. After my first breakfast, I had a nice, long, highly productive study session. My most productive session yet, even with the time I took off to finalize my BCC electives for Vanessa....
At 8 the door bell rang and Sly welcomed Roseanne, Corry, Brad and Dennis into the house. Lorrie locked the door, turned off all the lights and we all went down to the basement. I asked Roseanne and Corry, "Have you any idea of what you want to do and how?" Roseanne, Corry and I talked while we were stripping. The North six and my mates were showering and getting everything ready. Even with two to a shower it was going to take a few minutes. I turned on all the bright lights over the...
The apartment door opened, and Diana walked in with Alesha following. Diana was pushing the cart bearing the blocking equipment. Jeff raised an eyebrow, as she pushed the cart into Dave and Evie's kitchen, but smiled as he was doing so. "Yeah, I agree," he told his wife, "It's time." "I mentioned the block to Alesha and she agreed to it. I need to go and talk with Virginia and the others." "Block?" Jesse and Alesha asked as one. "We have some things that we need to tell you...
Laura spotted Yvette and Rhonda laughing together in the hallway at work, tilting their heads together, sharing an intimate moment that was so natural and relaxed that witnessing it made Laura deeply envious. On top of that, Yvette was incredibly desirable in a flowered dress that emphasized her deep black, preternaturally smooth skin, her long hair, her tiny waist, her peerless beauty. It had been at least two months since Laura and she and fucked in wild abandon in Rhonda's office. Laura...
“If you’re going to kick authority in the teeth, you might as well use two feet.” —Keith Richards, Keith Richards: In His Own Words “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!” Em screamed at her dispatcher. “I have my discharge papers. As of ten minutes ago I am no longer in the National Service.” “We can reactivate you in an emergency,” the dispatcher growled. “In a declared National Emergency,” I interjected. “I’ve read the manual. All thousand pages. You can’t just reactivate someone because you need an...
Day 76: Saturday, November 30 Chapter 1 (Saturday, Nov. 30) Suzanne grinned wolfishly. FIIIIINALLY! She was having trouble containing her excitement after she'd heard the telltale sound of the door to Katherine's room being closed. After that, she'd been listening so carefully that she'd even heard the sound of Alan upstairs, panting for breath in the otherwise quiet house. So she had a good idea that he was taking a strategic pause before coming down to her. The trouble was, she was...
These are compliments of Fmwarmac Blonde: “What does IDK stand for?” Brunette: “I don’t know.” Blonde: “OMG, nobody does!” Yo momma is so fat when she went to KFC the cashier asked, “What size bucket?” and yo momma said, “The one on the roof.” Yo momma is so stupid when an intruder broke into her house, she ran downstairs, dialed 9-1-1 on the microwave, and couldn’t find the “CALL” button. Yo momma’s so stupid, she put two quarters in her ears and thought she was listening to 50...
Thursday I spent some of the day in meetings, reviewing the California and Washington martial law orders and the progress. Progress was being made but entrenched liberals were doing everything they could to create roadblocks. Planning and zoning rules that had been used to stop low income housing for decades were being purged along with the planners who were still digging in their heels. The generals had purged four thousand administrators in California that had taken immovable positions...
“The Crows figured out Zevran’s alive, and they know he’s here.” Aedan waited a beat before continuing, “We were attacked on our way here from Kinloch.” Eyes widening at his words, I did a quick visual inspection and confirmed that neither of them seemed to be injured. I’d just assumed that the Crows would let it go once they’d learned that Zevran had become a Warden. Hadn’t he said at one point that several Crows back in Antiva had become Wardens? And I’m fairly certain Aedan did Ignacio’s...
After getting Anya settled in the basement – where he realized she had never been – Adam hopped in the shower and drove over to pick up Lucy. She came out carrying a suitcase – and Snuggles. "Do you think I can stay at one of the houses?" she asked. The tone of her voice let Adam know she was angry about something. "Sure," he said. "Do you want me to carry the rest of your stuff down?" Tuesday had been spent helping Lucy unload the boxes that arrived from her former residence. There...
My meditation was broken by the almost inaudible sound of a footstep nearby. I sensed an animal; but instead of jerking my head around to look I remained absolutely still and slowly opened my eyes. From my right side, a fawn moved into the clearing with me – light brown with white markings, large dark eyes full of curiosity. The pretty animal knew I didn't belong, yet obviously didn't fear me. It approached and sniffed at my ear and cheek. Not too far away, I heard the heavier footfalls of...
Kelly and her husband, Mitch decided they needed to get away for a little while. Since Mitch was working from his laptop for the next few weeks, they decided to head up to the summer house. It was a nice two-room cabin in the mountains near a lake. They would normally go up for vacation and hike, fish, sail with friends and relatives. This trip, it was just the two of them, and in the off-season.Kelly dressed in shorts and a tank top for the ride up, getting a head start on being comfortable....
ExhibitionismThis is a continuation of my A Wish to God characters. Just like A Wish To God, it stands as it's own story. But you probably should read Wish To God first before reading this story. Enjoy. Raod Trip by Brad Miller Part 1 Ron and I were going to have a lot of fun with our unique powers. It was about ten minutes ago when Ron came to my house to talk to me, well actually he came to Raquel's house and talked to me inhabiting Raquel's body. Ron wasn't himself either. He was...
The Road Trip Jimmy was waiting by the door of his parent's house with a small bag packed beside him. He was back from college and had spent Christmas with the family but now he was waiting on his girl-friend to come and pick him up. They were going to take a long weekend and do a little road trip for New Year's. First stop was going to be Austin. He saw her car pulling up in front. "See you in a couple days!" he hollered as he reached for the doorknob. "Have a good time, but not...
The Road Trip Belladonna "Eighteen hours," George Mallon said to himself with a smile while he stared at the map he had created on his phone. The mere idea of spending eighteen, uninterrupted hours en femme as he made his way back home made his manhood stiffen. It had taken months of planning, as well as mustering up the courage to go through with it, but George had put himself in the position to spend the longest continuous amount of time out his home en femme in his life. ...
Emma’s gift of the Navigator to Donald for his birthday starts his mind churning and plotting. He came up with an idea and more or less planned it the week or two before their birthdays. He isn’t exactly sure they should do it, but he thinks about it in terms of renting an SUV to make it happen.Emma’s gift of the Navigator seems to be a sign that yes, this should happen.So, Donald scours maps, calculates things, and a couple of days after their birthdays presents his plan to Emma at...
Love StoriesHi all, its Ali here!I’m back with another post of my slutty widowed Aunt, Sheen. This is a compilation of THREE of the most memorable road trips with Aunty Sheen. I hope you enjoy this post as much as you did the previous ones. I’m eager to hear your reaction to this so feel free to Like my story and drop in a Comment!A little background first…About me - I’m Ali. I’m very fair-skinned, stand over 5” 10” tall with sharp features and straight, long dark hair. I have a tall and trim muscular...
Stacy and I had finished all the paperwork. Renting a motor home for two weeks took a lot of signing and agreeing. It was late July and we were heading north where we didn't have a plan or care. We were looking forward to a fun adventure in the southwest. The vehicle was big; a nice bedroom in the back with a queen-size bed, a dresser and a TV. Then forward of the bedroom was a fairly nice bathroom with a shower that looked like it could hold two people... which I was hoping it would...
Wife LoversThe Road Trip: Part one My Mom had passed away unexpectedly and I found myself on a plane to California. (It was up to me to make all the final arrangements). I booked a one way ticket, because I was going to drive her car pack home, and packed only a few male outfits. However, "Naughty Stephanie" packed several of her outfits for the road trip she was going to take. I arrived in California on time and took a taxi to my Mom's house. It was a beautiful spring day and the sun was...
On Friday night we were relaxing at home after a busy workweek. It was a week after we had discovered the effects of the switch sorrel. Jill asked me “When will we have our next switch tea experience? That was kind of fun last weekend!” I replied: “Not tonight. Tomorrow I will fix you some tea, and we will go on a road trip.” “OK. That sounds good. Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise. No place too fancy, just getting out of the house for an adventure.” I could see a bit of trepidation...
This story began as a couple of questions of mine on Mindy's Polling Site, the ones about the six college men who spend time at a Summer rental that somehow changes at least some of them into women. I've played around with it for a while, until I came up with this version while I was on vacation. (Yes, parts of this story were written in three different states, on the ground and in mid- air.) Some of it is rather explicit, though all the sex happens off-stage. Road Trip By Ellie...
Recap of previous Story - Went to prison for a year. Got out on parole. Went home to find my Dad got remarried. He is out of the country on business. My new Step Mom is super bodacious. Her two daughters turned out to be real big nymphos. They came home from private school. They put on a naughty fashion show. One thing lead to another and I end up fucking both of them. Also without my knowledge, my new Step Mom was spying on me, when I was asleep. "Good Morning! Sleepy head." said...
More adventures of my hot New Step sisters and New Huge Boob Step MomRecap of previous Story - Went to prison for a year. Got out on parole. Went home to find my Dad got remarried. He is out of the country on business. My new Step Mom is super bodacious. Her two daughters turned out to be real big nymphos. They came home from private school. They put on a naughty fashion show. One thing lead to another and I end up fucking both of them. Also without my knowledge, my new Step Mom was spying on...
Introduction: More adventures of my hot New Step sisters and New Huge Boob Step Mom More adventures of my hot New Step sisters and New Huge Boob Step MomRecap of previous Story - Went to prison for a year. Got out on parole. Went home to find my Dad got remarried. He is out of the country on business. My new Step Mom is super bodacious. Her two daughters turned out to be real big nymphos. They came home from private school. They put on a naughty fashion show. One thing lead to another and I end...
Note : This story is completely fictional! My name is David and I am 19 years old. I’m 6 feet tall and 213 pounds with an 8 inch dick. Let me tell you about Sarah before the story begins she is 18 about 5 feet 4 inches tall with 34c breasts. This is the story of the road trip we took together to Indiana last summer. Sarah Suggested that we take a road trip before we went to our separate collages after the summer was up. After a few hours of arguing about where we should go we decided to go see...
IncestThings were getting pretty hectic around our house so we decided to take a road trip. We called our friends in Las Vegas and told them we were coming up to see them. We got our daughter to watch the house and feed the animals, got the car ready and we were off. About an hour on the road and already I was feeling horny. I took off my bra, pulled my shorts aside so he could see my now moist pussy. Slowly I started playing with myself. He was trying to keep his attention on the road but found it...
Group SexThe Road Trip By strangefun WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts, sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own discretion! I grip the steering wheel tightly as mile after mile on the dark, mid- night highway disappear under the wheels of the passenger van that I am driving through the emptier parts of the American Midwest. We are on the road trip to a vacation house in a secluded location, and the rest of the...
As I sat in my apartment with my bag packed up and ready to go, I tried to stay positive about the weekend ahead."It'll be just as fun as it always is," I kept telling myself. But the message rang hollow. It didn't seem like that was going to be possible.The trip I had packed for was the annual McCormick boys camping excursion, and it was typically something I looked forward to every year. At its inception, it started as a family thing. All four of us — mom; dad; my brother, George; and myself...
Love StoriesThe remainder of my 3rd year of colleges seemed to drag on. The first few weeks after Christmas vacation were the roughest. It was the time of year when winter becomes depressing, grey skies, cold weather and snow playing a major factor. My mind was occupied not only by a heavier course load that semester, but also by Alena. I missed not only being in that big-ass, cozy bed with her, but also the excitement of our risky sexual adventures. I'd call her weekly from the pay-phone down the hall...
By Oediplex Watching the folks do it. How I got to make it with mom. You can cum too! For all sons and mothers who ever thought about committing incest with their parent or child, this piece of erotic writing is produced to make you cum. We all need a cum. To that end . . May your every fantasy take flight! Oediplex 8==3~ Home is where the hard-on is raised Ever since I turned eighteen I had been listening to my parents make love. Each evening when they retired, I...
A business trip from TN to FL was in order, and Steve invited Jim and Max, and of course, his Jeannie, for the 3 day weekend trip to central FL. The drive is about 10 hours so the group got on the road early. They took the truck, an F150 4 door, and headed south. After a stop for breakfast and bathroom, they got back on the road. Jeannie wore a revealing black top, low cut, with the top of her big breasts exposed. She wore a red skirt cut above the knee. Jeannie sat in front right, Max and Jim...
It was our last date of the semester. Finals were over and most of us had already taken off. I was sticking around for another week before heading out. I definitely wasn’t heading back to the old homestead! Before he went home, Joe Bradley and I boxed up all our shit and drove it over to Kegs. It had taken us several trips, but our boxes were now all moved in. I would be in the room before he was, so I told him I would sort it out at some point. It was a last date in several ways. Marilyn...
Kitten, 13, Road Trip By: Malissa Madison, aka, Bernice The ringing of the phone woke me from my sound sleep. Rolling over I looked past Samantha to the clock beside the bed. It was Two AM, who in the hell could be calling me at this time of morning? "Erika, we need to talk," said Vet my foreman out at the farm. "Can it wait until daylight?" "I'm afraid not." I heard strange noises in the background. "Where are you?" I began pulling on clothes as quickly as I could. "I'm...
Co-written with the delectable Sweet as CandyRed tipped fingers danced on the steering wheel in time to the heavy base, pounding from the speakers, as the wind whipped blonde ringlets into Lyra's mouth. With a grin, she scooped her hair into a messy ponytail at the base of her head. It was a small price to pay to have the roof down, she thought. Impatiently Lyra gunned the engine, and as she watched the lights shift from red to green, she peeled away with a squeal of tyres and a delighted...
LesbianOnce upon a time in college......it happened that I was dating a girl named Chrissie. Let me tell youfrom the start guys and gals, Chrissie was a hot little number who was hotfor cock. Specifically, she was hot for my cock and had been since she'dfound out how good I was from the other girls.And how big I was.She did everything within her power to get a piece of me.I thought right from the first that she was a hottie. And I couldpretty much tell right from the beginning that she was clearly...
My wife Donna and I have been married for quite a few years and we are as physically fit as we were in high school and she is a petite lady that can still get into a size two, Donna has butt length auburn hair and the cat green eyes to go along with that red hair, her breasts are high and firm and we both love to indulge in all forms of physical intimacy with each other. Now then, with all of that said, please allow me to share a true story with you that started out as a ‘well,...
My name is Kathy and I've been a swinger and shared wife for many years. I'm married to a wonderful guy named Dave that encourages me to play as much as I like. Recently a buddy of Dave's named Rick asked Dave if he would like to keep him company while he drives down to his place in Florida and they could share the driving. Dave didn't have time to go due to other commitments but suggested that I go and keep Rick company. I thought it was a great idea since I've never driven to Florida before....
Andy picks me up at 8 am, just as planned. I load my stuff in the back of his 1970 dodge van and jump in the shot gun position. Andy asks me to show him that I am ready, i smile at my hunk boyfriend and pull up my skirt to show him my lace panties and thigh high stockings. I lean in for a kiss and he pulls away. once on the highway he gives me that look, the look that says i should be devouring his cock, a look I beg for and always succumb to. I get on my knees , flip his shorts down and start...
One evening the three of us, over dinner, decide to take a road trip to no where but just waste a day. We agree to leave Saturday around noon, and we'll flip a coin to see what direction to travel. Saturday morning I tell you that what I want you to wear. I've selected a mini skirt, a tight, button up cashmere sweater and a pair of heels. "I want you to button up the sweater just high enough to keep your tits from slipping out from under the sweater but no more. I want everyone to see your...
Cindy and I had decided that we needed to get away for a little bit so I took a week off work and we took off on a road trip. We're lucky that we can do it since our kids are grown and we're "empty nesters". Our road trips are usually pretty much unplanned–we both like to do things spontaneously. Cindy's a lot more spontaneous than I am but you'll see that in a bit. As usual, we left the house on Monday morning and, also as usual, didn't decide what direction we were going to go...
After doctor Bandhan opened up the world of proper incest for me and my mom Soma, needless to say we fucked each other day and night. All day in class I would think about how mom would take off my clothes once I reach home..and how she will take a shower with me.. Mom was also extremely happy about what was happening. She wanted to do anything to please her darling son, so even if I’m just watching tv, she will come and sit next to me and at least play with my cock. She never refuses to suck...
IncestAuthor’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend Hayes. Richard I opened my eyes, wondering, for a few moments, where the hell I was. Buffalo. Well, I guess somebody has to be in Buffalo. I swung my legs out of the hotel bed and sat on the edge for a few moments. I don’t smoke anymore, but the urge still comes over me in the mornings, especially mornings when I wake up in a city that I don’t really want to be visiting. I inched myself down onto the floor and did the first few...
“Oh Jolene, pull the car over. I hear a strange noise coming from the engine.” Sarah put her hand on Jolene’s forearm gently, but firmly. She didn’t want to scare her friend off the road, but it was the perfect spot to have her stop. She needed Jolene to sense urgency, but not panic.As Jolene slowed the car and pulled off to the side of the road, Sarah smiled to herself. The initial seed of doubt about the car had grown into full concern. Jolene would completely believe there was something...
LesbianRoad TripI just wrote this story and I would love all the comments you would like to leave for me.My family was driving across country to see my mom's side of the family....My dad was driving and my sister was sitting next to him up front. We had a big van with a bed in back. Mom was sleeping facing the front of the van and I was behind her. I suddenly felt her hand rubbing on my cock. Maybe she thought it was dad behind her at first. I don't know for sure. Then she pulled it out of my shorts...
“Why? Does he have to ride with us?” I was almost screaming. “This was suppose to be a trip to the Painted Desert for just us!” Carrie replied, “Because he bought a car in Holbrook, and needs a ride out there!” “Then he can catch a bus, or a plane!” I stated loudly. “But he is gonna pay his way! And he would be good company for us!” Carrie argued. “But you use to fuck him like, What Everyday? No! He needs to get his own ride to Holbrook!” I continued to complain. “That was a long time ago,...
Love Stories..............-Well didn’t you know that driving drunk is breaking the law?-his question sounded too hasty and scared me even more.-Yes,….well…yea but…I didn’t think….that…..-I couldn’t speak, I was terrified, this couldn’t have been happening. Now I could see, that the other cop was looking at my ass with hungry eyes and I could swear I saw him grabbing his cock. I tried to close my eyes and make myself believe, that I was imagining it, I was gay after all, I have seen this in movies, it must...
Heels: The Ultimatum 6 - Road Trip By Deane Christopher Copyrighted 2003 Synopsis of Chapter 5: Kelly's Seduction What Gale did not know, and probably would never come to discern, was that the heels had used those lesbian couched fantasies of hers to fabricate a shadow, or if you will, an auxiliary libido, a libido that was heavily tinged with the pure essence from which manly desires arise. Whenever Dennis was operating as Kelly, Gale's shadow libido would kick in;...