


Mustang Sally

by slyc_willie



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2006-09-15
Updated: 2006-09-15
Packaged: 2017-05-07 17:29:57
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/mustang-sally-2
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: Sally makes a deal.
Erotica Tags: Big Tits, Oral, Pregnant, Public, Swallowing, Tit Fucking
Average Rating: 4.43






        Mustang Sally


During the summer that I turned eighteen, I worked my butt off at a burger hop
– you know, one of those places where the girls all wear short-shorts and
roller skates – with one goal in mind: to buy a car. I came from a middle-
class family with two older brothers in college, so my parents didn't have
enough money to afford a car for me. But, my dad made me a deal: if I came up
with half the money for a used car, he would pay the other half. But I had to
do it by the end of summer.  
  
Talk about incentive to work! I pulled every shift I could, working days and
nights over that scorching summer just so I could have my own transportation
when I went away to college. Thankfully, my managers at the burger hop were
pretty relaxed in their interpretation of the company's uniform standards (we
were popularly referred to as the 'Hooters of car hops'), so I let my tits
work as hard as I did.  
  
I'm not the prettiest girl in the world (I think my nose is a little too big
and no matter what I did, I always had a couple of pimples here and there on
my face), but I do have, as one boy put it, 'the world's most perfect
breasts.' Despite being D-cups, they are firm and lusciously teardrop-shaped
and don't droop one tiny bit. Throughout high school, I was called 'Bag Lady'
because of my fun bags.  
  
Well, I wore my work polo unbuttoned all the way down, showing off my mouth-
watering cleavage, and tied my shirt under my mams, showing off my well-toned
tummy as well as the little kitten tattoo on my abdomen. I used to tease boys
after I got the tat; "hey, wanna see my pussy?" Then I'd show them my kitten.
'Course, a few lucky boys got to see the real thing . . . .  
  
Some of the other girls hated me because I was so shameless about flashing my
boobs. But they were just jealous since the most they could ever hope for were
little 'B-stings.' When they counted their twenty or thirty bucks in tips at
the end of the shift, I'd gloat as I showed them my wad of cash that equaled
twice what they made. And I saved just about every single penny.  
  
***  
  
By the time mid-August came around, I had saved up fifteen hundred dollars. I
went to my dad, and we agreed that, when I found the car I wanted, all I had
to do was call him up, and he would give me the money for the other half. But
he cautioned me to be careful, especially with 'shady salesmen.' I assured him
I would be fine; after all, my boyfriend Tommy was going with me.  
  
That morning, I was giddy with excitement as I waited on the curb before my
house for Tommy to show up. That day, I wore the tiniest little denim shorts
that really showed off my camel-toe and long, slender legs, and a tight white
tank top that might as well have been invisible for all the good it did
covering my breasts. Hey, my tits had earned me good money so far; now they
were gonna help me get a car.  
  
Ten o'clock, and no Tommy. Ten-fifteen. Ten-thirty. I was starting to panic. I
wanted to hit as many places as I could in one day. I was not about to let
Tommy screw that up. God! Why did I have to pick the laziest, most
irresponsible moron in school to be my boyfriend?  
  
I headed back into the house to call him (this was back in the day before
cell-phones were as common hanging off people's ears as earrings). No answer.
I waited another fifteen minutes. Still no answer. I was getting pissed off.  
  
Finally, I figured, _fuck it_. I jogged down to the corner bus stop, caught
the Number 8 just in time, transferred to another bus, and arrived in the
middle of a busy avenue lined with over a dozen little used car dealerships on
either side. They had names like Shadow Car Sales, Henry's Car World, and
Pick-N-Drive. Maybe not the most reputable of places, but I only had a three-
thousand dollar budget.  
  
My anger toward Tommy was replaced by hope as I headed into the nearest place.
Thanks to my jog and from walking out in the sun, I had a light sheen of sweat
and my nips were all but clearly visible. Guys in the lots stared at my tits
as I checked out the cars. Now, thanks to my two older brothers, I knew a
thing or two about cars. I knew that a cam shaft wasn't some guy named Cam's
dick, and that an air filter wasn't a hand-rolled cigarette.  
  
I checked out various cars and indulged in some Q&amp;A as the greasy salesmen
checked out my T&amp;A. Naturally, they assumed that an eighteen-year-old girl
with big tits _must_ be an airhead, and was therefore easily duped. Nope, not
me. I startled them with questions about fuel rating, mileage, carburetor
versus EFI, horsepower at RPM, and so forth. I crawled underneath and
inspected hoses and fuel lines, popped the hoods and looked for evidence of
oil leaks from the gasket seals.  
  
I took a couple test drives here and there, sometimes with the salesmen beside
me as I opened the various cars up. More than once I got propositioned. I
didn't mind that so much since I knew how to let guys down easy and even
shady, greasy salesmen could only go so far. In fact, it was kind of
flattering.  
  
I saw a couple of cars in my price range, but by four o'clock, I still had
some time, so I headed to one of the last places, called Rudi's Car Emporium.
A little brown trailer sat in the middle of the lot, surrounded by about
thirty vehicles. Most were sleek little sports cars, definite classics. I
looked around a little, and—  
  
I actually gasped. _Oh my God! No way! No freaking way!_  
  
Baby-blue, white vinyl top, it called to me. A 1966 Mustang. I literally ran
to the car, slapping my hands to the driver-side window. Okay, so maybe the
upholstery needed some work – I could always cover it – but the dash was
perfectly restored, looking almost like brand-new, four-speed shift kit, and –
_gasp!_ – bucket seats! _Oh, man . . . ._  
  
I popped the hood, and swooned at the sight of the engine: a 327 short-block
V6 that had somehow been crammed into the compartment. It looked practically
new, and I doubted there was more than a thousand miles on the thing. My heart
was hammering, and my nipples were so hard that they almost tore through my
shirt. I had never been so totally turned on by a car before, but my little
cunny was juicing so much I was willing to fuck the gear shift.  
  
This was it. This was _the car_. But there was one little problem. The four
bright yellow numbers glowing on the windshield beside a dollar sign:
_3-5-0-0._  
  
"So you like the Mustang, eh?"  
  
The nasally voice startled me, and I straightened and spun around. The little
man standing before me ogled my swaying tits. And he really was a little guy.
I'm five-six in flat shoes, and he was a good two inches shorter. A dark-
skinned Hispanic guy, thinning hair slicked back, a day's growth on his round
face, he looked the epitome of 'greasy' and 'swarthy.' There was the
overpowering aroma of some cheap cologne wafting off him like the stench from
a pile of dead fish.  
  
But at the moment, he was my salvation, or so I hoped. "Are you a salesman?" I
asked excitedly.  
  
He grinned, showing yellowed teeth. He lifted a cigarette, making no effort
whatsoever to disguise the way he was undressing me with his eyes. "I'm Rudi,"
he said simply. "What kind of deal can we make today?"  
  
I smiled, and put my hands behind my back, pushing my tits out toward him,
shifting a little to make them bounce. Rudi's eyes drank in every movement,
darted down to my crotch before coming back to meet my gaze.  
  
"I really want this car, sir," I said emphatically. "This is exactly what I've
been looking for."  
  
He smiled, puffed on his cigarette, walked before the car and touching the
hood. "Oh, she's a beauty, all right," he said. "And she needs a real beauty
to drive it. Someone like you."  
  
I actually blushed. Sure, it was a line, but his words made me imagine being
behind the wheel, windows down, some old-time Aretha blaring out through the
speakers, letting Tommy drill me in the front seat . . . .  
  
"Wanna take her for a spin?" he asked.  
  
Those were the magic words. Rudi headed into his little trailer for the keys,
and I jumped behind the wheel. Rudi laughed from the passenger seat as he
watched me drive up and down the street, through a subdivision, then out on
the highway. The more I drove the car, the more I turned on I got. I even
started thinking that cologne-marinated Rudi was kind'a cute. The 'Stang had
aftermarket speakers that surrounded me with music.  
  
I was sold. I had to have the car. I _had_ to!  
  
"But I should tell you," he said once we got back to the lot. "I may have a
buyer for her tomorrow."  
  
I gave him a serious look as I got out of the car and looked to him over the
hood. "I'll take it right now," I said confidently, then faltered slightly.
"It's just—"  
  
He gave me a narrow-eyed look as he came around. "I don't do payments, Miss .
. . ."  
  
I held out my hand. "Sally," I said.  
  
Rudi chuckled, shook my hand. His own was a little sweaty. "Sally," he
repeated. "Of course."  
  
I kept my smile. "I can pay cash," I said. "Well, half cash, and half check."  
  
Rudi arched a skeptical eyebrow. "Money order?"  
  
I fidgeted a moment. "Um . . . sure," I said, hoping my dad wouldn't mind
getting a money order instead of writing a personal check.  
  
Rudi smiled, flicked his cigarette. "Well, then, Mustang Sally, looks like
you're about to drive off in the car of your dreams."  
  
I followed him back to the trailer, where air conditioning awaited. I sighed
in relief as the cool air washed over me. The office was surprisingly nice,
with a couple of wooden-framed futons facing each other over a heavy wooden
coffee table, a water cooler, and a desk toward one end, facing out. Rudi went
behind the desk, sat down in a big leather chair. I shifted uncomfortably. "Um
. . . there's one little problem," I said.  
  
Rudi's eyes narrowed again as he looked up. He said nothing, waited patiently.  
  
"Um . . . would you consider going lower than thirty-five? I-I can give you
three grand right now—"  
  
He sighed. "That Mustang is worth four thousand already," he said. "Thirty-
five hundred is a damn good deal."  
  
I started to panic. That was _my car_ out there! I knew it was! "I-I know," I
said. "Trust me, I know. M-maybe I could give you the other five hundred in a
couple weeks, soon as I make the money—"  
  
He raised a hand. "I have a buyer who will take it tomorrow, all cash, all up
front," he said. "Why would I take your offer of less money with a _promise_
of paying off the rest? I already told you, I don't do payments."  
  
I trembled, even whimpered a little. I paced back and forth, feeling
desperate. "M-mister . . . Rudi," I said, looking at him over his desk. He
looked so small in such a big chair. "Have you ever found something that you
just knew you were meant to have? Something so . . . special and perfect that
you had to have it?"  
  
He smiled roguishly, his dark eyes wandering over my body again. "Oh, I think
I know that feeling pretty well," he said meaningfully.  
  
"Please," I said, leaning over the desk. "I swear I'll pay off the rest. I
_swear_."  
  
Rudi held my eyes for a moment, then stared at my tits. I took a chance, and
pushed them out toward him, making the fabric of my top really stretch across
them. "Please," I repeated.  
  
"Well . . . I'll tell you what, Sally," he said. "I'll give you two options:
come up with the full thirty-five hundred by six o'clock – which is about an
hour and fifteen minutes away – or . . . ." he trailed off, licking his lips
suggestively.  
  
I understood his implication instantly. I straightened, feeling suddenly
uncomfortable, and folded my arms across my chest. "Or what?"  
  
He smiled. "Or fuck me, and I'll knock off five hundred bucks."  
  
I just stared at him, astonished and offended by his offer. For a long moment,
neither of us said a thing. Rudi just gave me that smug, I've-got-the-upper-
hand look, and lit another cigarette. I felt my stomach churning.  
  
"You're disgusting," I said at last.  
  
He laughed. "You want the car, don't you?"  
  
I huffed, grinding my teeth, looking away from him. Typical asshole male, I
thought. Sure, he'll give me what I want, but only if I fuck him first. I
shuddered at the thought of letting this sweaty, greasy, smelly little man
have his way with me.  
  
I finally looked back, glaring at him. "I'll have the money," I said. "All of
it." Then I turned and marched from the room.  
  
"See you soon," he called after me.  
  
***  
  
I jogged to a convenience store just down the street, called my dad. I told
him I had found the car I wanted, but that I needed an extra five hundred from
him. He refused to give me the extra money, saying that we had made a deal. It
was his attempt at teaching me financial responsibility and value, I knew, but
at the moment, I didn't want to hear that crap. I begrudgingly accepted what
my father told me, then got him to send cash through a Western Union that was
there in the convenience store.  
  
While I waited for the money, I called my mom, my friends, even ex-boyfriends.
I didn't bother calling Tommy; I was still pissed at him, and beside that, he
was always broke anyway. No one could help me out, and I felt stupid and
foolish and selfish for even asking. After I hung up the phone for the tenth
time, I looked to the clock on the wall in the corner store. It was twenty
'till six. I had a choice to make.  
  
My dignity, or my car.  
  
_Would it really be so bad? _I thought_. It's not like I'm a virgin, after
all. Okay, so Rudi's a little guy and he smells like the perfume department of
a pawn shop. But maybe he'll just pop off in ten seconds, and that'll be it.
The way he was checking me out . . . ._  
  
I was nervous with the three thousand dollars in my pocket as I left the
store, but even more nervous as I headed back to Rudi's Car Emporium. As I
headed down the short drive, I passed by a young kid as he drove off in his
new car. He did a double-take when I passed by. Rudi stood on the steps of his
trailer, giving me a self-satisfied smile as I approached.  
  
"Ready to make a deal?" he asked flippantly.  
  
I said nothing, just followed him into the trailer. Rudi closed – and locked –
the door behind me, then headed around his desk and sat down. He brought out
some paperwork. I stood across from him, waiting, feeling more humiliated by
the moment. Rudi seemed to enjoy drawing out the torture as he explained the
details of the contract.  
  
"And how will you be paying?" he asked at last, talking to my breasts.  
  
I took the wad of bills from my pocket and smacked them down on the desk. Rudi
smiled to himself, counting the money. He counted it twice, then looked up to
me.  
  
"Three thousand dollars," he said. His eyes fell to my crotch. "And how will
you pay off the rest?"  
  
I just stared at him for a long moment, feeling humiliated, mortified. But I
steeled myself, and crossed my arms, tugging my top up over my head. My big
sweaty tits bounced free and naked on my chest. I tossed my shirt on the desk.  
  
Rudi just stared at my tits for a long moment, his eyes glazing in lust. "Oh,
my," he said, his voice barely a whisper. He pushed back in his chair,
motioned with his hand. "Come here, Sally."  
  
I closed my eyes a moment, thinking_, I can't believe I'm doing this! I'm a
whore! I'm selling my body just so I can buy a fucking car! And I'm cheating
on Tommy!_  
  
_But . . . oh, Jesus, that's my car out there, I know it is. I gotta have it,
and if I have to fuck a greasy little pig of a man to get it, so be it._  
  
Numbly, I stepped around the desk, getting in between it and Rudi's chair. The
greasy little man grinned crookedly, ogling my breasts. He leaned forward and
grabbed them roughly, making me flinch and gasp. He breathed out, squeezing,
kneading my tits, pinching the nipples with his fingers. Despite my sense of
revulsion, my thick pink nips were getting hard.  
  
"Mmm, I'm so glad you wanted to pay this way," Rudi murmured, pulling himself
closer. "Uhmmm . . . ."  
  
I winced again as he started sucking one of my nipples, rolling his tongue
around it. He moaned constantly, smacking his lips, sucking like a baby trying
to get milk. I gasped as I felt a surprisingly aroused charge arc through my
body and zap my clit. I hated to admit it, but Rudi's mouth actually felt
kind'a good.  
  
I gripped the edge of the desk, breathing in and out heavily through my mouth,
keeping my eyes shut as I tried to imagine that it was Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise
or Matthew Perry nursing my boobs. But I couldn't ignore the reality that some
sweaty, short little used car salesman was sucking my tits.  
  
And doing a pretty damn good job of it, I had to realize. He pulled, sucked,
licked, lapped, swirled his tongue around my areolas, kissed and sucked on the
undersides of my mounds. His hungry mouth even dug into my arm pits, and I
gasped as I realized for the first time that they were an erogenous zone. So
distracted as I was by his skilled mouth, I did not realize that Rudi had
unzipped my shorts until he shoved them down off my hips.  
  
I gasped again as my shorts fell to my ankles, revealing my bare pussy. I had
just a tiny little tuft of brunette hair above my clit, and kept my lips
shaved smooth. Rudi certainly seemed to appreciate that as he touched and
pried open my moist cunt. My labia bulged out, dark pink and a little wet, my
clit thick and swollen in its fleshy hood.  
  
"Oh, my, my," murmured Rudi, pushing back and lowering his head. My nipples
were shiny and wet from his mouth.  
  
"Mmmmmaaahhhh . . ." I moaned as Rudi pressed his mouth to my cunt, sucking on
my clit like a piece of candy, swirling his tongue around. I felt his tongue
slipping between my pink folds, tasting me, probing the entrance to my tunnel.
His fingers spread me open, and I automatically parted my thighs, sitting on
the edge of his desk. I leaned back on my hands, lifted my legs in the air.  
  
Rudi smiled up at me, his dark eyes as shiny as his greasy hair, and pried my
cunt open rudely with his fingers. He stuck out his tongue, then shoved it
deep inside my hole. I whimpered, moaned, panted as he did it again and again
and again. I had never been tongue-fucked before. Oh, fucking hell it felt
good!  
  
Rudi pumped his head back and forth, sliding his tongue deep inside my snatch,
rubbing my needy clit with his nose. I started shaking and shuddering, feeling
_oh so fucking close_—  
  
"MMYYEEAAAHHH!!!! I cried out as Rudi covered my cunt with his mouth and
sucked hard, his tongue thrashing against my clit. I bucked and trembled as I
came, feeling my pussy swell and release a flood of cum that he eagerly sucked
down. I heaved, moaning loudly. I had _never_ cum while getting my pussy
sucked before! Not even when Tina Stratton did it! Oh, Jesus, I couldn't
believe how wonderful it felt!  
  
Rudi smacked and slurped and sighed between my legs as he licked out all of my
cum. I felt light-headed and drunk, heaving in satisfaction as I looked down
at him. Then, suddenly, he was on his feet and I was on my knees before him.
His dark slacks fell to the ground, along with red silk boxers, and—  
  
_Holy fuck!_  
  
A sudden, almost comical thought entered my mind: _Now I know why Rudi's so
short! All his height went to his dick!_  
  
Jutting out from a trimmed nest of jet-black pubes was a long, thick, mighty
cock, fully circumcised. It had to be a good nine inches long and about six
inches around. His balls were equally huge and heavy, and shaved smooth. The
broad dark head was shiny and dripping with pre-cum. I was impressed and
turned on by Rudi's immense dick, and lifted my hands to stroke his throbbing
staff.  
  
Rudi chuckled as he settled his hands behind my head, pulling me toward his
groin. "Open wide, honey," he said.  
  
I stared at his penis as it loomed closer, and automatically – maybe even
eagerly – opened my mouth. I moaned as his dick filled my mouth, stretching my
lips. His crotch had a thick, manly, musky smell to it, while his cock tasted
salty and sweet. Oily pre-cum seeped onto my tongue. I felt every pulse and
twitch of his dick against my tongue.  

"Oh, yeah, that's it, Sally, suck my cock," he said in a passionate, heavy
voice, watching me devour his rod. I had never sucked a dick as big as Rudi's
before, had never felt my mouth so filled with cock. It thrilled me, inspired
me. I sucked hard, then soft, pumping my mouth for a few strokes, then sucking
just around the head while stroking his slick shaft. It wasn't long before
Rudi began shaking as his orgasm began to build.  
  
Abruptly, he pushed my mouth of him. I gasped, looking up at his face, saliva
dripping from my mouth. He gave me a commanding smile.  
  
"Stand up, baby," he said. "Turn around."  
  
I did as he said, and leaned over the desk, arching my back, sluttishly
offering up my treasures to him. I planted my feet wide apart on the floor,
and Rudi grabbed my ass cheeks, prying my cunt open with his fingers. I felt
the head of his cock nudge against my vagina. I couldn't wait to feel him
inside me, fucking me, pounding me, treating me like the _nasty filthy whore_
I was . . . .  
  
"W-wait!" I cried, looking over my shoulder at him. "Don't you have a condom?"  
  
He just sneered at me. "No," he said, then shoved his fat cock up inside my
slippery tunnel, making me breathe in sharply. I felt split open, my pussy
spasming as his thick dick penetrated me deep. I slapped the desk, panting,
breathing hard. Rudi squeezed my ass with one hand, settling the other to my
left shoulder as he drove his monster cock all the way inside me. I cried out
in both pleasure and apprehension.  
  
_Mother fucker! _I screamed in my mind_. Fucking me without a condom (and
fucking me so good)! You get me pregnant, you sweaty piece of shit, and I'll
fucking have your ass in court (after I cum all over you a hundred times)!_  
  
"Ohh, fuck yeah!" he groaned, pounding my tight little pussy. He slapped his
hips to my ass, making me grunt and whimper and pant with each thrust he made
inside me. Rudi fucked me hard and fast, digging his fingers into my skin,
plunging that incredibly long, thick, fat, _oh my God, wonderful, incredible_
cock inside me over and over and over . . . .  
  
"Uhn! Ah! Oh! Mm! Fuck! Me! Hard!" I couldn't believe the words coming out of
my mouth, couldn't believe how hot I was to feel Rudi's stiff pole penetrating
me deep.  
  
I all but screamed as I came again, by body shaking and rolling, pushing my
hips back against him, wanting him to go as deep as he could . . . oh, God, it
hurt when he pounded my cervix, but, Jesus, it felt so _God damned fucking
good_!  
  
I barely heard his long groan of release, but I sure as hell felt the hot
flood of his semen spurting deep within my pussy, filling my womb. I cried out
again, my cunt still spasming around his shaft, milking his cock for every
drop of cum he had to give. I suddenly realized that I had never, _ever_, let
a guy fuck me without a condom, not even when I gave up my cherry. Rudi's was
the first sperm to ever swim in my womb.  
  
Rudi drove up hard inside me one last time, and reached around to grope my
tits as he sagged against my back. For several moments, we just stayed like
that, panting, recovering. I could feel his mighty cock inside me, his hot
thick fluid swirling within me like a whirlpool, oozing out around his penis
and over my swollen lips, running down my thighs and dripping to the floor.  
  
Rudi kissed my neck, making me shiver. "We're not done yet, babe," he said,
and pushed up. He slipped his dick from my pussy and turned me around. I
lowered myself to a squat before him as he pushed down on my shoulders. His
half-hard dick was wet and glistening, streaked with pearly lines of semen. I
took his cock in my mouth, sucking off our mingled fluid, grimacing slightly
at the flavor. At the same time, I felt his sperm pour out of my pussy, making
a puddle on the floor.  
  
Rudi took my hands and lifted me to my feet after I had cleaned his cock. My
lips sticky with cum, the taste of our mingled cream lingering in my mouth, I
followed him as he lead me around the desk to the coffee table. He cleared it
off, then had me lay back upon it. How eager I was to do what he wanted! But I
figured, Rudi was essentially giving me five hundred bucks to fuck me, and he
obviously intended to get his money's worth. I looked up at Rudi in a daze as
he settled his penis between my tits.  
  
"Squeeze them tight," he directed, and I obediently complied. I pushed my tits
around his dick as he moved back and forth, sighing and grinning in pleasure.
But the lack of lubricant started making rug burn between my tits, so I sucked
his dick and spit on it now and then to keep it slick. Rudi chuckled, and
fucked my tits harder.  
  
It took a little while, which was fine with me since I always enjoyed a good
tit-fuck. The head of Rudi's fat cock popped in and out of my mouth as he
pumped forward, and I drooled all over him to keep his cock slick. Finally, he
started shaking and giving me that pained look that signaled his impending
orgasm. He moaned loudly and pushed his dick into my mouth, arching his back
as he gripped my head.  
  
"Oh, baby! Here it comes! Suck it, baby!"  
  
_He's gonna cum in my mouth!_ I thought with anxiety. I had only tasted cum
once before, and wasn't too crazy about it. I winced at the idea of letting
him ejaculate in my mouth, but I sucked his cock hard, wanting to get it over
with. I flinched at the first burst of his warm, salty fluid, and almost
gagged. But I kept sucking him, drawing out every little bit of sperm from his
dick. Rudi stared down at my face with a rapturous look.  
  
"Oh, fuck yeah, baby," he hissed. "Yeah, you like that juice? Swallow it,
baby. Swallow for papa."  
  
I gagged again, my mouth swimming with semen. But Rudi's dick in my mouth
didn't give me the option of spiting it out. So I squeezed my eyes shut and
gulped it all down, gasping around his cock. I almost threw up, but managed to
hold down the reflex.  
  
Rudi chuckled. "Good girl," he said, then lifted me up and turned me over. I
let out a cry of surprise, little drops of cum falling from my mouth to the
coffee table below, as Rudi got me on my hands and knees and shoved his cock
back into me from behind.  
  
_Oh my God! When's he gonna stop?_  
  
***  
  
Rudi finally stopped about an hour later, after drilling me from behind and
shooting his load all over my ass and thighs, then fucking me hard with my
legs curled back toward my chest. The last time he came, he pulled out and
jacked off onto my face, splattering my lips and cheeks and chin with his
sauce. Then he had me suck his dick clean.  
  
There was a little bathroom in the trailer, and I took a quick shower to clean
up. When I came back out, dripping wet and naked, Rudi looked me over with a
satisfied smile and watched as I got dressed. I felt strangely turned on as I
pulled up my shorts and tugged my top down. Then I signed the contract, took
my keys, and headed out to my Mustang.  
  
That evening, I called up my friends and picked them all up in my new '66
Mustang. They asked me how I had managed to find such a cool car. I just gave
them a smile.  
  
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said.  
  
The following day, I headed over to Tommy's apartment that he shared with
another of his fellow frat brothers. Turned out that Tommy had gotten so drunk
and stoned the night before he was supposed to pick me up that he simply
forgot. I slapped him across the face and told him to never call me again.  
  
***  
  
My baby-blue Mustang served me well all throughout college and even beyond. I
loved my first car, and the more I thought about it, the less perturbed I
became about the circumstances around which I had come to acquire it. My
little Mustang seemed to bring out the slut in me. Every guy I dated, the
first time we fucked, we did it in my little 'Baby Blue.' Guys around campus
started calling me 'Mustang Sally.'  
  
A year after college, I met Andrew quite by accident – literally. I was on my
cell phone, not paying attention, and drove through a red light, smashing into
the tail end of a glossy black Porsche. The man who stepped out of the car was
handsome, tall, with mixed Hispanic and Caucasian heritage. He was a few years
older and was a successful architect. He did not seem perturbed about the
damage to his car; indeed, he asked me out to dinner.  
  
I went to bed with Andrew that first night (breaking my own tradition of doing
a guy in Baby Blue's well-used front seat), and he proved to be a very
satisfying lover. We dated for a few months before he popped the question, and
I accepted without hesitation. We were married on the anniversary of our first
date, and took a honeymoon in Brazil.  
  
About a year later, I was stopped at a light in my beloved baby-blue Mustang
when some asshole who wasn't paying attention slammed into me from behind. My
car was shoved out into traffic and hit another car. By the time the world
stopped spinning and the fire department cut me out of my car, I realized my
'little baby' was beyond repair. I cried all day at the loss of my beloved
Baby Blue.  
  
A couple of weeks later, Andrew took me to a dealership to find me another
car. It was one of those massive car lots with the full range of automobiles
available, from big trucks and SUVs to little sports cars and economy models.
Naturally, I gravitated to the Mustangs and decided that I wanted a particular
2004 baby blue convertible. Andrew chuckled at my choice.  
  
"Well, let's find a salesman," he said.  
  
We headed to the whitewashed trailer in the middle of the lot, and just as we
approached the steps, _he_ opened the door and came out.  
  
Even though more than six years had passed, Rudi didn't look a damn bit
different. Same dark clothes, same thinning, slicked-backed hair, same
confident smirk. Seeing him made my pussy juice as I remembered the monster
dick between his legs. Andrew had a nice dick, but it definitely did not
measure up to Rudi's python.  
  
"Well, hello, folks!" he said buoyantly, shaking my husband's hand. He gave me
a look that told me he remembered me, but focused his attention on Andrew.
"What are you looking for today?"  
  
Andrew did most of the talking as I stood beside him, gripping his hand. I
couldn't take my eyes off Rudi, remembering that single afternoon of
incredible sex, more than six years before. He and my husband talked business,
and we all went for a ride in the Mustang. Once we returned, the deal seemed
done.  
  
Andrew's cell phone shrilled as we headed to the office, and he gave me an
apologetic look as he flipped it open. He listened a few moments, spoke a few
words, then snapped it closed. He looked to me with a pained expression. But I
spoke before he could.  
  
"Honey, it's okay," I said, knowing Rudi's eyes were on me. "It's your
partners, right?"  
  
Andrew nodded, scrunching his lips together. "Honey, I wish I—"  
  
I smiled, gave him a kiss. "Go on, baby," I said. "I'll finish up here."  
  
"You sure?" he asked.  
  
I glanced to Rudi a moment, who smirked back. My clit throbbed. I returned my
attention to my husband. "I can handle him," I said softly. I kissed Andrew
tenderly, then whispered, "Just be ready for me later."  
  
Andrew grinned, then headed away to his car after shaking Rudi's hand one last
time. I watched my husband drive away, then turned back to Rudi, planting my
hands on my hips.  
  
"So," I said. "What kind of deal are we making today?"  
  
***  
  
Rudi fucked me and fucked me and fucked me again. Within the little trailer on
the lot, he bent me over his desk and sucked me off from behind, then got me
to return the favor as he lay back in one of the short-backed leather chairs.
I tit-fucked him and sucked his thick, long dick until he spurted in my mouth,
and swallowed every creamy, salty-sweet drop. I rode him hard, and he fucked
me with my legs curled back until he blasted off twice inside me. I came so
hard I was seeing stars.  
  
Afterward, I washed up in the little bathroom, took up my keys, and drove off
the lot in my new Mustang. Rudi had knocked off a full thousand dollars on the
price of the car. I took that as a compliment.  
  
Still tasting Rudi's spunk in my mouth, I met my husband at home a while
later, and took him for a drive in my new car. On a lonely country road, I
pulled over, unzipped his slacks, and went down on him. Once he was hard, I
crawled over Andrew and eased down on his pole. With some of Rudi's thick
cream still inside my pussy, I rode my husband hard and sure until he came
inside me. Then we headed back home and fucked all night.  
  
A little over nine months later, I gave birth to our baby girl Stephanie after
eighteen hours of labor. Taking after her father, she has light caramel skin
and black hair. She is the pride of our lives, and Andrew dotes on her
constantly. He is a wonderful father.  
  
I don't think I will ever tell my husband about the blood test. Taken as a
matter of course to determine if our daughter is susceptible to certain
hereditary conditions that are relatively common among Hispanics, the test,
among other things, showed that there was no way Stephanie could be Andrew's
daughter.  
  
Only my doctor and I know the truth. And I have sealed his secrecy through
periodic blow jobs and tit-fucks. It is a small price to pay, I figure, for
keeping my family together.  
  
You can't really blame me, can you?  
  
-_finis_-




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