by Ella Hilton
' Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh'
Nobody heard her as she gave voice to the sensations that inundated her as the car rocketed away on full power, and when asked afterward, she would deny even uttering a sound as the car rounded the corner near the end of the pit lane and accelerated onto the Northamptonshire circuit, but a track safety marshal on duty at this test session watched the car scream towards him, bracing himself for the ear splitting whine of the racing engine as it doppler shifted past, then looked on as it disappeared into the distance. For a moment he thought that it sounded as if the engine was going to let go big time and he'd finally get to use the fire extinguisher that he'd lugged around for the last five years he'd spent as a full time marshal at Silverstone, but in moments the car was gone, still running reliably, having disappeared around the corner at the top of the hill on her first lap of the 2.6 mile long race track.
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Life does not get much better than this, Sven mused as he slowly undressed, his eyes locked on Inge, the tall, blonde Scandinavian beauty who lay sprawled across the bed in nothing but skimpy scarlet panties and a dangerously stretched bra. She stared back with hungry, come-hither eyes, her tongue idly sliding over her crimson painted lips, making them glisten and shine wetly, like a wolf sizing up a particularly succulent chicken the Dutchman thought, anticipation of what he hoped was about to transpire between them sending a chill rippling down his spine. This particular bitch was really hot stuff, her mannerisms convincing him that she was going to be an uncontrollable, uninhibited animal between the sheets, something that he hadn't experienced in quite a while. Most girls that he bedded these days were quite staid and boring, awed by the fact that they were being screwed by a famous Formula 1 race car driver and ex-world champion into just experiencing the ride rather than actively participating in it, leaving the driving to the expert as he'd once described it to a friend.
' How long before your boyfriend gets back?' Sven asked her.
' Ages.' She breathed. ' So relax and come fuck me.'
He climbed onto the bed when he had undressed to his shorts, the woman disappointing him by rolling over onto her back in what he interpreted as submission, her large silicone enhanced breasts standing up from her chest, straining the bra to breaking point. Sven grinned down at her as he climbed on top, kneeling between her legs and forcing her thighs wider apart with his knees. She offered little resistance, her legs spreading eagerly to reveal thick blonde bush on either side of the gusset of the flimsy panties that she wore. He reached between her legs and pulled the gusset to one side to expose her damp hole, rubbing a finger gently between her engorged labia in search of the hard nub of her clitoris, making her groan and thrust her mound towards his hand, desperate for that finger to bury itself inside her. He teased her by caressing her cunt lips carefully, smearing her leaking oils over the exposed flesh but never inserting so much as a fingertip inside her as he explored her body.
' Shove it up me,' she sighed.
' Not yet.'
' I'm wet enough to take half your hand!' she moaned. ' Fuck me with your fingers.'
' Relax,' Sven whispered, then climbed off her, forcing her legs closed again before tearing her panties off and tossing them onto the floor. He knelt beside her and kissed her stomach, running his tongue along her smooth, flat belly to her navel, where it probed and licked at the wrinkled depression for a few moments before her hands fastened upon his hair and pulled him upward. Their lips crashed hungrily together, tongue's forcing into each other's mouths, probing and licking and sucking as Sven's fingers moved back down between her legs to play with her pussy again. She spread her legs wide apart on the bed, desperate to swallow his hand, and crushed his head tighter to hers with one hand while the other slid between her own thighs to find his, pushing it harder against her mound until Sven was virtually grinding it into the bed and it was almost inevitable that such pressure would eventually force a finger into such a damp, ready hole.
' Yessss,' Inge hissed, taking one finger in up to the knuckle, arching her back in breathless hunger for more. Sven moved it inside her, pushing it, pulling it, wriggling it as she moaned beneath him, her fingers releasing his hand and groping at his shorts for the erection that pressed against her hips. He tore his tongue away from her teeth and swiftly slithered down her body, leaving a wet trail of saliva down her chin and neck as he moved his hard on out of reach of her grasping fingers. He kissed her exposed boob flesh as his free hand wrenched impatiently at the clasp of her taut bra, seeking to release her huge tits from their straining confines. Eventually he succeeded and the satin support structure sprang open, spilling Inge's breasts out for him to feast upon. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as her hands groped at his head, his finger still working feverishly inside her cunt, and bit down with his teeth, the woman crying out loud in pleasure and pain. Lower down her smooth, tanned body his tongue trawled, pausing to lick once more at her navel for a few fleeting moments before sliding it into the wispy matt of blonde hair that covered her mound. He withdrew his finger from her vagina and maneouvered himself into a more comfortable position, using the fingers of both his hands to open up her sex. He stared into the glistening, fleshy crack for a few moments, marvelling at the folds and creases and the fluids that bubbled within, breathing in her strong, musky odour, then lowered his head to her pussy and dipped his tongue inside.
" Ohhhh, that feels good.' Inge gasped, the abrasive rasp of his five o'clock shadow against the insides of her thighs and his long hair brushing over her belly heightening the sensations as his warm, soft tongue plunged in deeper. ' Lick me out, you bastard.' She moaned softly.
Sven forced his tongue as deep inside her as it would go and moved his fingers from her cunt lips to her ass cheeks, lifting her butt off the bed and spreading her wider apart. Inge grabbed at his hair again and thrust her pussy up at his face, wanting more of his stabbing tongue up there, and groaned long and loud as his fingers gently caressed around the damp, puckered entrance to her nether hole.
" You're gonna make me come if you carry on doing that to me." Inge moaned as Sven carried on regardless with his tongue and his fingers, licking hungrily at her dilated slit and pressing mercilessly at her asshole but holding just shy of actually penetrating that region. She began squirming beneath him, her moans louder and more breathless, her squirming mutating to an instinctive bucking of the hips as her climax approached, then it hit her with the force of a tidal wave, her legs hooking over his shoulders and clamping tightly against the side of Sven's head, crying out loud in an orgasmic frenzy as he continued to lick and suck on her engorged, exposed clitoris, prolonging her ecstacy as long as possible, her hot, sticky juices spreading not only all over his mouth, but also smearing all over his cheeks and chin as she came hard and long, her gyrations rubbing her cunt all over his face.
Inge lay there for several moments as she recovered her breath and gathered her senses while Sven climbed off the bed and stepped out of his boxer shorts, kicking them across the parquet floor where they came to rest on top of her discarded panties. Inge rolled over onto her side and beckoned for him to come back to her with her fingers. Sven, standing, returned to her side, offering up his erection to her outstretched hand. She grasped it eagerly and pulled it towards her mouth, licking a dewy droplet of involuntarily emitted pre come from the swollen glans when it was close enough, but Sven continued moving towards her, forcing her to open up her mouth and take several inches of his fat cock inside. Her head began to move back and fore as she blew him, her hand gripping his shaft tightly near his full, taut balls as she concentrated on pleasuring him solely with her mouth, tongue and lips. He reached down and squeezed her tits as she sucked him off, pinching the nipples and kneading the heavy flesh with one hand while the other rested lightly upon her hair, moving back and fore along with her head as her painted lips left crimson smears all over the length of his rigid pole. " I want you to fuck me." She murmured, allowing hi
m to slip out of her mouth.
" And I want you to suck my cock." Sven countered as her tongue danced lightly over his prick, nibbling daintily down the ridged shaft to kiss his swollen testicles.
" Fuck me first and I'll let you come in my mouth and I'll swallow your spunk down." Inge whispered, laying back down on the bed and spreading her thighs apart with her hands, her fingertips pulling the puffy folds of her labia wide open to expose her clitoris to him, showing him how hot, wet and wanton she was. She licked her ruby lips slowly with her tongue and smiled wickedly.
Sven rolled his eyes heavenward in mock resignation and climbed on top of her, grasping his dick firmly with his right hand and guiding it into her parted snatch. It slipped into her ribbed, velvetty tunnel easily, his hips driving the full length of his erect weapon in forcefully up to the neck of her womb, making her cry out in pleasure, her hands clutching tightly onto his back, fingernails digging into the taut, muscular flesh, drawing tiny beads of blood as he fucked her slowly. Their mouths crashed together hungrily and their tongues snaked around each other, sucking and slurping noisily as they kissed, drinking each other's warm saliva as their hips moved rhythmically, hard penis urgently sundering soft vagina, and they danced that way for several minutes before Sven abruptly announced his impending ejaculation with a breathless " Fuck, bitch - I'm coming." and whipped his cock out of her wet cunt, hastily clambering up her body, straddling her tits then once again offering up his slickly gleaming prick to her slender hands and perfect white teeth. She stuffed his swollen knob between her scarlet lips and sucked on it hungrily, his taste and her own upon her tongue, staring up into his eyes as she waited patiently for his sperm to fill her mouth.
" Ahh, yes." He groaned and began thrusting his hips lazily, pumping in and out, effectively fucking her mouth with his cock for several minutes before she finally wised up to him, moving her mouth away from his prick and now merely wanking him slowly and lightly, caressing him from the tip of his glans to the wiry pubic hairs at the base of his throbbing, vein lined shaft.
" You bastard," She hissed. " You were nowhere near coming, were you."
" Got me what I wanted." He grinned.
" Now give me what I want!" She begged.
Sven climbed off Inge's body and grabbed hold of her hips, rolling her over onto her stomach before catching hold of her upper thighs and pulling her up into a kneeling position on the bed. He bent down and nuzzled her dripping gash with his face, licking lazily around her slit, and Inge pushed back with her hips involuntarily. " It's your cock I want, not your tongue." She sighed..
Sven moved into position and rubbed his penis around the wet folds of her sex, teasing her mercilessly, thoroughly wetting the head of his prick before moving it up an inch and pressing it threateningly at the puckered and unyielding hole in her behind. Her eyes widened in alarm and her buttocks clenched tighter to deny him access, and just as she was about to warn him off that forbidden activity, he rammed his cock full force back into her cunt.
" I thought you were gonna butt fuck me, then" Inge gasped.
" No, that's not the sort of thing you do on a first date." Sven grunted as he rode her almost brutally, moving his hands from her flanks to pinch her aching nipples playfully and squeeze her hanging, jiggling breasts, inducing exquisite sensations within her that brought her own orgasm deliciously close. She returned the favour by reaching between their legs to fondle his swinging testes as his organ laboured fervently inside her, stretching her cunt so that each thrust generated a breathless panting for air and even - occasionally - a brief yelp of pleasure as they ground each other towards imminent climax.
" Harder, Sven." She urged, and he somehow managed to increase the tempo and depth of his thrusts, pumping with almost manic speed as he pounded in and out of her slippery, engorged cunt. Her fingers clawed at the silken bed sheets, balling the smooth, white fabric up in her clenched fists, her mouth now wide open in a mute 'O' as her body juddered and shook with each smack of Sven's frantic hips against her fleshy buttocks. Sven began to groan and she imagined that she could feel his cock swell within her, it's head inflating as his balls forced creamy come into the organ. She cried out loud, her sudden orgasm demolishing what little self control still remained, her hips bucking lustily even as Sven's slowed and his ejaculate poured forth in a half dozen rhythmic spurts that she could feel deep inside, what seemed like pints of it gushing in a warm, wet torrent into the depths of her spasming hole, until they both were still, still coupled, shuddering with the silent aftershocks of ecstacy that coursed through their fatigued but thoroughly sated bodies, semen oozing out around his softening prick from her flooded pussy, trickling lazily down the insides of her thighs.
In the silence Inge heard a car coming up the driveway, loose gravel crunching beneath the wheels of what she knew could only be her boyfriend's Mercedes. " Shit!" She exclaimed, extricating herself from Sven's hold and scrambling to the window to see with her own eyes what her head knew to be true but didn't want to admit. " He's back."
"Oh, that's just great." Sven muttered, rolling off the bed to gather up his clothes. " You said he'd be ages, you stupid....."
" Just get dressed quickly, for fuck's sake." She cut him off. " Go out on the veranda until I give you the all clear. I'll get him to take a bath or something, then I'll drive you back to town." Inge hissed as she hurriedly dressed.
" It's raining out there!" Sven objected.
" Okay, stay in here and get beaten to a bloody pulp, you moron." She retorted acidly.
Sven held up his hands in acquiescence and did as she'd told him, shaking his head in disbelief as she locked the glass panelled doors behind him to leave him standing out on a second floor balcony in the pouring rain, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and one sock. He cursed Inge silently, cursed himself for allowing this ridiculous predicament to arise, then cursed her boyfriend for his unexpected and most inopportune arrival.
He busied himself with getting dressed, hopping on one leg as he tried to pull on his jeans. He failed to notice in his inept attempts at balancing on the wet tiles that he was coming dangerously close to the edge of the balcony. If the wrought iron fence that surrounded the veranda had been just six inches higher, high enough that it's top would touch his buttocks and not just the upper half of his thighs, then things might have turned out differently. As it was, his two storey fall - accompanied by a particularly comical " Whooaaaaa" as he tipped over the edge - was suddenly terminated by the crushing impact of his partially clad body against the roof of Inge's BMW that broke one of his arms, fractured his skull and shattered three vertebrae in his spine. The shrill scream of the two seater's anti-theft alarm shattered the peaceful suburban evening, then faded to nothing along with his consciousness.
The End.
Chicago, My Kind of Town
Cold, windy and snowy. That describes winter in Chicago, IL to a tee. I had just finished a conference "How to develop a Compensation Plan." Sitting at the bar in O'Hare International Airport (ORD), waiting to board my plane for a 4-hour flight home. The cab ride to the airport was late because of the Heavy snow falling. As we were stuck in traffic, I turned my cell on phone and called the Airport Hilton. The way the snow was coming down, I had a bad feeling that flight were going to be cancelled.
Sipping on my Absolut and Cranberry, I watched the winter wonderland continue to pound the airport. Planes were slowly inching their way to the runway, which was stacked up like a can of Sardines. I turned to look at the flight status screen just outside the door, and it still showed my flight on time. Winter is short and darkness was fast approaching.
The guy sitting next to me paid his tab and headed into the waiting area. They just paged final boarding for his flight. I ordered another when I heard this voice say, "Is this seat taken?." I turned and told her, "No ma'am, it's all yours!!" I turned back to watch the planes trying to maneuver around the snow, when my new bar mate said, "excuse me, is that a Cap Co
d your drinking?" A Cap Cod I thought briefly, I haven't heard the name in years. I told her, "I believe it is. I just call it an Absolut and Cranberry, but I think your terminology is right." She told the bartender, I have one of those. "Single or Double Ma'am?" She said, "you better make it a double, I think it's going to be a long night."
"Flight late," I said. "Of course! Aren't they always late out of O'Hare," she sighed. I thought about that, and she was right. When was the last time a flight was on time? I took another swig, and continued watching the planes slowly depart. I gazed at the status screen again, and this time what my bar mate had said, was a reality for me as well. Originally, my flight to Portland, Or (PDX) was supposed to leave at 5:00pm, and now it said scheduled departure, 6:30pm.
