alone.
A big, wide-shouldered man, with just a touch of gray at his temples, smiled at her from the near darkness of a corner booth. He looked too old for the real staying power Lucille liked, but she returned his smile anyway.
He crossed to her. 'Buy you a drink?' he asked.
'Two's my limit,' she said, still smiling.. 'Any more than that sometimes makes me lose performance.'
He laughed. 'You come right to the point, don't you?'
'Why not,' she said, spinning slightly on the stool until her knees came between his legs. She ran one of them up and down his thigh. 'I have a room upstairs.'
He shook his head. 'My car's in the parking lot.'
Walking around the building she assumed that he meant to take her to his room, which was evidently in another motel somewhere.
They had barely closed and locked the car doors when he pulled his pants down around his ankles and placed her hand on his hard cock. 'You're a good-lookin' woman,' he hissed. 'Daddy's gonna be good to you. Suck my cock a little first.'
'But I wanna fuck,' Lucille said.
'I'm gonna fuck you, honey,' he said. 'I just want you to suck me first.'
'You mean here?'
'I don't want to fuck in the car,' she said, 'let's go up to my room.'
'No way,' he said. 'My old lady works on the desk in there. We'll just get a quickie out here. C'mon, honey, suck it a little!'
He grabbed her behind the head and tried to force her down on his cock. It happened so fast that she couldn't resist. As her lips covered the head he jammed upward with his hips, burying his cock in her face. He held her fast until she had no choice but to blow him or stop breathing.
'Oh God, that's good… oh shit, suck on it, baby suck on it!'
He came, grinding the whole of his cock down her throat, making her swallow the gushes of cum that spurted in thick streams from the head of his prick.
'You son-of-a-bitch,' she said, when at last his cock was drained dry and she was again upright in the car seat.
'You suck real good, baby. That was real good head. My old lady could never learn to do it like that,' he said, a leer stamped across his face.
'Well, explain that to your old lady,' she said, and raked across both his cheeks in one swift motion with her nails.
She was out of the car in an instant and running across the parking lot to the rear entrance to the motel. She didn't stop until she was in her room, panting, with her back safely against the locked door.
She quickly rummaged through her suitcase, cursing the young blonde in the bar who had robbed her of what she knew would have been a great evening of kicks and sex. She also cursed the bastard in the car, but he had turned her on so much that she knew she must do something. »From the suitcase she extracted a tiny vibrator. She turned it on and felt her body begin to perspire in anticipation the second the whirring sound started. She lifted herself off the bed, spread her legs wide, and pulled her skirt to her hips. She reached beneath it. With one hand she pulled aside the thin fabric of her panties. With her other she worked the little package of pleasure deep into her throbbing cunt.
With the aid of the vibrator she brought herself to the peak of orgasm several times as she stripped and turned on the shower. She then removed the vibrator from her sopping cunt and took a huge plastic cock from a special bag in her suitcase.
Lucille preferred to have her pussy filled with a real cock, but living so long with Roscoe had forced her into using the device many, many times until eventually, it was almost enough to satisfy her.
Sometimes she had even slept with it embedded to the hilt in her cunt, after she had masturbated with it several times, always finding pleasure in the feeling of a full cunt when she awoke in the morning.
She stepped through the steam and closed her eyes as the hot water shot all over her body. Her nipples tingled excitingly as she leaned back against the wall and let the water work its will with her. Her nipples came even more erect under the fiery caressing of the water, and she tightened her grip on the huge plastic cock in preparation of inserting it deeply into her cunt.
She slipped down the shower wall slightly, opening her legs and rubbing the tip of her dildo between the lips of her already moist, hot, willing pussy.
With a slight jerk of her entire body she drove the instrument all the way up inside her. She did love one thing about the plastic cock: it was far bigger than the cock of any man she had ever seen and, in that sense, it did the job of most men.
When her cunt was completely filled with the artificial prick, she began rolling her clitoris back and forth with her thumb. The fiery sensations it caused coursed through her. She worked it in and out, oblivious to everything but the rising passion it was creating in her cunt. The feeling spread throughout her limbs, filling her with the breathless excitement that came before complete fulfillment.
She stroked herself again and again, deeper and deeper with the dildo. She kept up a steady, rolling pressure on her clitoris with her thumb, until with a tiny cry, her body exploded.
The climax rolled through her body but still she didn't stop. She continued the pressure by pulling upward toward her breasts with the instrument, as if it were the stick of a plane and she wanted to climb, higher and higher. Again, almost at once, she began to feel wave after wave of passion course through her aroused body.
At last she climbed from the tub, dried her body, and climbed into bed. Again she inserted the dildo far up inside her cunt. As she rubbed herself off again and again, eventually falling into semi-sleep, she wondered what room her handsome young man from the bar was fucking the young girl in. If she knew she would go, knock on the door, and enter the room naked, with the dildo sticking out of her cunt, and join them for a threesome.
CHAPTER FOUR
'You're not really a hooker, are you, honey?' he said, his arm around her waist as they climbed the stairs to his room.
'No, but I ran out of money yesterday afternoon in D.C., and when you came on strong I thought I'd get some food money along with my fun.'
'How did you get down here from D.C.?' he asked, sliding his hand up and down the smooth roundness of her hip.
'I blew the bus driver.'
He laughed. 'You are truly something else. Where the hell are you headed?'
'I don't know,' she replied, 'I haven't made up my mind yet.'
The five hundred Midge had gotten from her Aunt May had lasted almost a thousand miles and two weeks. She had decided, on impulse alone, to head for New York.
She got side-tracked in Chicago.
She was sifting in a booth, in the airline terminal, alone, eating, when she overheard a conversation between a man and a woman coming from the booth behind her.
'But, honey,' the man said, 'I tell ya I can make the buy… a lousy hundred bucks, and three hours later, we're a thousand bucks richer.'
'And what if you're busted? There goes our last hundred bucks, and no ball money,' replied the woman, her voice on the edge of anger.
'No sweat,' he insisted. 'All I do is pick up and deliver. I mean I make both of the contacts. What the hell can go wrong?'
The conversation intrigued Midge. She had three hundred left. If the man was so sure, and if he could turn one hundred into a thousand, maybe he could turn three hundred into three thousand.
When the couple got up from the booth, Midge followed them. The guy was about twenty-five and the woman
