Open Road, Open Mouth

Wyatt tears out of the parking and you’re soon on the highway speeding toward Vegas. You lean over and unzip Wyatt’s pants.

You casually stroke his rod until it’s head pips out of his pants like the mole in whack a’ mole. You lick you lips and descend on his cock.

You go all the way down on him. His cock hits your the back of your throat and your gag reflex seems gone. You bob up and down as he groans. You work his shaft for your reward and he doesn’t disappoint. His cum fills your mouth, it’s salty with the consistency of raw egg whites. You swallow it, licking your lips to get any missed drops.

You sit up and enjoy the wind in your hair.

“Thanks babe, that was hot.”

“Your welcome stud. Now let’s get to Vegas.”

He depresses the accelerator and your speed tops out at a hundred and five. The breeze in your hair is a rather strong wind.

Hours go by and you reach a desert highway. You give Wyatt a sly grin.

“What’s going on in that filthy mind of yours, babe?”

“I have an idea,”

You slide off your pants and panties. Then you lean over and free Wyatt’s monster.

“I’m going to shimmy over.”

You slide a leg around his waist.

“I do need to be able to see, babe.”

“Don’t be such a pussy, Wyatt. You can look around me. Besides, this road is straight, flat, and empty.”

He laughs. You slip your soaking pussy down his erect meatpole.

“Fuck that’s good “ you moan.

You use the handle above his door to lift yourself up and slam down. He closes his eyes in ecstasy.

You giggle. “What about the road stud.”

He opens his eyes. You slam down again. You have to be going a hundred twenty miles per hour. You zip by a billboard.

As you drop down again you realize there are sirens coming from behind you.

“Shit, get off, babe.”

“That’s what I was trying to do.”

“You know what I meant.”

You slide over and put you pants back on. Wyatt pulls over. A middle aged cop with reflective, Ray-Ban, sunglasses steps out.

“All right. Out of the car. Both of you. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

The two of you step out. You spread your legs and give him a great view of your cleavage.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

You lean in and whisper. “Pretty fast, but I’m a fast girl. Let us off with a warning and I’ll give you a BJ.”

He seems a bit surprised, but you know from the look he gives you, he’s into you.

“I’d like to take your statement over by the squad car. Follow me, miss.”

You reach the police car, out of Wyatt’s view. A shame, you think. You kind of wanted a spectator. He slides down his pants and you drop to your knees.

His cock is ample and you take it in your mouth. You have to admit you love the feel of another man’s cock in your mouth. A realization dawns on you. Wyatt may be your boyfriend now, but the moment you find something better you’re gone.

The officer is pretty pent up. He cums without much effort. He pulls up his pants and escorts you back to Wyatt.

“I’m going to let the two of you off with a warning.”

You give him a knowing grin. “Thanks officer.”

As he drives off, Wyatt looks at you. “That was fucking amazing, babe.”

The two of you hop back in the car. Soon you reach the outskirts of Vegas. Neon lights flash on a building up ahead. As you get closer you realize it says ‘The Best Little Whorehouse’.

Wyatt grins at you. “Want to have threesome with a pro?”