Bernadette Gets Rescued

I was making my boring drive to my boring home from my boring job just like every other boring day. That was all about to change.

My drive home takes about 30 minutes. I don't want to say it's all back roads. But it is, shall we say, roads less traveled. In the distance I saw what turned out to be a black Mercedes along the side of the road with its flashers on. I pulled in behind it, turned my flashers on, got out of my truck and walked up to the driver's window. I could see the shadow of a person on the other side of the darkly tinted window but the window didn't open. I gently knocked on the window. A few seconds the window dropped open just a crack. Through the crack I could make out blonde hair and piercing blue eyes staring back at me.

"Everything alright?"

"Does it

look

like everything is alright?" came the sharp toned female voice. "No, everything's

not

alright. This fucking piece of shit rental just stopped! Just stopped right here in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

I was a little taken aback by the language from this stranger. Don't get me wrong, I cuss like a sailor. But coming from a female stranger?

"Well, are you sure it has gas?"

The eyes narrowed on the other side of the glass. "How fucking stupid do you think I am?! Because I'm a woman I wouldn't think to make sure I have gas?! Yes it's got gas in it!"

"No no, that's not what I meant. I just..." I took a breath. "Have you called anyone? Is anyone coming out to help?"

"I called the rental company. They said it would be two hours before they can get somebody out here with another car. Useless motherfuckers! Wait until my lawyers get ahold of them!"

"Is there anything I can do? Do you need a ride somewhere or anything?"

I could hear her take a deep breath. "No. No, I don't think so. I'll just wait for them to come get me. I'll miss my flight but my agent will get me another one."

"Your flight? You were headed to the airport? How'd you wind up out here?"

That got the female voice fired up again. "I don't know! This useless fucking GPS took me this way! Ugh!"

"Well, I'd be happy to give you a ride to the airport if you'd like."

A long pause inside the car. "No, I couldn't ask you to do that. It's fine. I'll just catch the next flight."

"No, seriously, it wouldn't be any trouble at all. I'd be happy to do it."

The blue eyes stared back at me. I could sense her sizing me up. I saw her head turn. She was probably checking out my car to make sure it wasn't a van or an old beat up pickup or something that would indicate trouble. My truck wasn't new but it was nice. Her head turned back to me.

"Are you sure it wouldn't be a hassle? Are you sure you wouldn't mind?"

I shook my head and smiled. "No trouble at all."

She paused. "Don't take this personally but may I see your driver's license, please? I want to tell a couple of people what's going on and who I'm with."

"Smart thinking. No offense taken." I pulled out my wallet and handed her my license through the cracked window. A set of perfectly manicured fingers grabbed it from my hand.

A few moments later the window went back up and the door opened. Out stepped a beautiful, buxom blonde dressed to the 9s. And short! Much shorter than I had expected, maybe five feet tall. She barely came to my shoulders, and that was with her wearing black stilettos. Long, straight blonde hair wrapped around a cute, round face. Woman's black dress pants and a sheer white blouse were snug around her curves. The matching jacket was slung over her arm. She looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I grabbed the luggage from the trunk of the Mercedes and threw it into the back of my truck. It was almost comical watching this short little woman climb into my 4X4. She strapped in and we rolled down the road.

"Jesus Christ it's hot! How do you people stand it?!" she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's only May. You should see it in July. So, what brings you to Oklahoma City?" I asked.

"Oh, they sent me to this little Podunk town to do some promotion," she said, obviously annoyed. "My agent and I are going to have a long discussion when I get back." She paused. "What the hell do you people do for fun in this godforsaken place?!"

I considered my answer. Should I be serious or try to make a joke to cut the tension? "Mostly tip cows and count tornadoes." She looked at me with a big smile and we both laughed.

I looked at her as we drove down more lonely roads and considered my words carefully. "I'm sorry, but you look really familiar. I just can't place it. You probably get that a lot."

She stared back at me. She was sizing me up again. One corner of her lip curled. "Ever watch Big Bang Theory?"

It hit me like a thunderbolt. "Holy shit! Y-y-y-your...Bernadette!"

She giggled and held out her hand. "Melissa Rauch. Very nice to meet you," she said as we shook hands. Her hands were warm and soft.

"M-M-Mark Alan," I stuttered. "Nice to meet you, too." I paused. "Holy shit," I muttered. She giggled again. "I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. It's just...it's just..."

"No problem, I get that all the time. I'm not dressed like an old lady," she said with a laugh.

"Well, that. And no glasses. And straight hair."

"And no squeaky voice, right?"

"Right!" I paused. "You're even more...beautiful than on TV."

"Gee, thanks," she said. I'm sure she gets that all the time, too, but she sounded sincere. "A lot of people say my boobs look smaller in person, too," she said, sticking out her ample chest. The shirt was open enough to show plenty of cleavage. A lacy white bra could be clearly made out through the sheer material of the blouse. The cool air of my air conditioning had her nipples erect and looking like two finger tips trying to poke through. I thought the added strain of sticking out her chest was going to cause the buttons to pop right off the blouse.

"Oh, uh, well, I, uh, I really didn't, uh, notice," I stammered.

She looked at me with a smile. "Liar! I saw you staring at them," she said in a tone that suggested she didn't mind.

I looked away and tried to concentrate on the road. My palms were sweaty on the steering wheel. "No, I, uh, no, I, ummm..."

"It's okay," she said, waving a dismissive hand at me. "Everybody does." She paused. "Nobody ever talks about my ass, always my boobs. These are natural," she said, cupping her breasts in her hands and holding them up. "Do you know how hard it is to keep your ass toned?!" Before I could answer she to me, holding her breasts even higher.. "Do you like them? Do they look better in person or on TV?"

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. My eyes darted from the road to her pushed out chest, back and forth. "Well, I, uh uh, well, they, uh...seriously?"

"Seriously," she said as she shook them at me with a smile.

I thought the next words I spoke might be the most important words I would speak in all my life. "Well, uh, they, uh, look great in person. Really! Really, uh, great. But, uh, they do look, uh, bigger on TV."

"That's what everybody says," she said looking down at her twins. "It's important they look big

and

great on TV."

"Oh, they do!" I cringed at the suddenness and abruptness of the words.

She giggled. "Gee, thanks. That's sweet." She paused. "How big do you think they are?" she asked as she shook them side to side.

Being the pervert that I am, I already knew. I knew the bust size of all the female stars I loved. I happened to know the set waving in beside me at the moment were 32DD. But she didn't need to know that I already knew.

I stared back her. "Uhhhhhhh, I'm, uh, I'm gonna guess, uhhhhhh, 32C." I knew that was her co-star Kaley Cuoco's size.

"What?! Noooooo, not even close." She almost sounded insulted. "That's Kaley's size, poor flat chested bitch." Personally, I thought Kaley had a beautiful shape. But I wasn't going to argue with the tits staring me in the face. "32DD," she said quite proudly. "These babies are real, too. None of that fake, silicone shit." She looked down and admired her parents handiwork. She looked back up at me. "Would you like to see them?"

My jaw fell into my lap. "I, uh uh, umm, I..."

"Of course you do!" she said as she began to unbutton the blouse.

In no time, the blouse was lying between us on the bench seat. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. My head looked like I was watching a tennis match, swiveling back and forth from the road to the mounds of flesh spilling out over the lacy bra. The bra quickly joined the blouse as she unclasped it and slid it down her arms. She once again cupped her breasts and spun towards me.

She looked down at them then up at me. "There. So what do you think? Be honest," she said in a serious tone.

They were magnificent! Milky white and firm, sitting up way firm and high as the song goes. What did I think? Be honest? If I was totally honest I'd tell her I wanted to grab two handfuls, take them in my mouth, and when my tongue was tired stick me cock between them and cover them with cum. Instead, all I could mutter was, "They're...they're...incredible!"

"You think?" she asked tilting her head to the side. "Here, give me your hand." She pried my hand off the steering wheel and brought it to her chest. She slipped it under a breast, replacing her hand with mine cupping it. Without even thinking about it, I instinctively began to lightly squeeze and caress the underside. "So, what do you think?"

I didn't want this moment to end. I thought about it. "They're...they're...beautiful," I panted.

"Fuckin' A right they are!" Instead of pulling away and getting dressed, she stayed there, allowing me to continue fondling her. She watched my face. Her eyes glanced down. She couldn't help but notice the sizable bulge that had grown between my legs. She gasped. Her hand flew up and covered her mouth. She pulled her body back, jerking her fleshy mound from my hand. I missed it already. I thought I was in big trouble. "Oh dear! Look what I've done! This must seem really...forward of me. We do this all the time in Hollywood. All us girls compare boobs with each other. And most of the guys are...you know...gay. I mean, it's...it's just what we do. I'm not used to being around a 'real' man. I...I...I've gotten you all...excited. I'm so sorry!"

I was thoroughly embarrassed. She must've thought I was a complete pervert. "No no, it's not, uh, your fault. I mean, it's, you know, not every day..."

"It's not every day some stranger puts her boob in your hand?" she asked smiling. "Yeah, I forgot I was in the middle of fucking nowhere and not back home." She paused. Her lips curled into a wicked looking grin. She nodded at my crotch. "That looks really uncomfortable. Maybe I should show you how most of us actresses get our start in Hollywood," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh yeah? How's that?" I was a little afraid.

"Let me show you," she cooed.

She scooted her half-naked body across the bench seat of my truck. She leaned into me. Her hand ran up my thigh. The sudden, unexpected touch of her hand caused me to jump a little. Her hand ran across my growing bulge and rubbed it ever so gently. Both hands unbuckled the belt of my pants and slid the zipper down as I drove past empty fields. I couldn't believe what was happening! One hand slid into my pants and grabbed my throbbing cock while the other tugged at my pants. I lifted my butt off the seat and felt my pants slide down to my thighs.

The beast sprang out and slapped against the steering wheel. It probably would have honked the horn if it had hit the right spot.

Her eyes grew wide. "Oh my gawd! It...it...it's huge! That's the biggest cock I've seen in, like, forever!"

This pleased me greatly. I was quite proud of my equipment. Over eight inches long and thick as a tree trunk. More than one woman shivered in fear at their first look at the beast for fear it would tear them apart.

She tenderly grabbed the trunk of the tree and caressed it. Her tiny hand made it seem even bigger. She felt the veins pulse. I inched the seat back to give her room to work as she studied it. She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye before she slowly bent over until all I could see was the back of her head.

Her face hovered over my pole. I felt her breath flash across it's tip. She stroked it slowly as she admired it. She flicked at it with the tip of her tip. A shiver ran up my spine. Another flick. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. She pulled back on my stick and twisted her head slightly. Her tongue ran up the underside from ball sack to head. My teeth clenched as I struggled to concentrate on the road before me.

She paused. Then, without a word, she swallowed me.

My head flew back. "Fuuuuuuuck!" I moaned.

She took me out of her mouth. "Just keep your eyes on the road, buster," she said playfully.

She took me in again. I moaned through clenched teeth. I felt the tip slam against the back of her mouth. She had taken about 75% of me. Her mouth was warm and moist. Her lips were like velvet. Her head lifted and dove down again with the same result. I removed a hand from the steering wheel and reached under her, grabbing a handful of her fleshy globes. A pinch of an erect nipple brought a muffled squeal.

Her head bobbed several more times. Each time she held the tip of my cock against the entrance to her throat longer than the last, to the point where she'd start to gag.

"Is she trying to deep throat me?"

I thought to myself. I admired her effort. Many women had tried to take my full girth in. None had succeeded.

She removed me from her mouth. I was disappointed at the thought that was the end of it. She wiped the saliva from her chin with one hand while she stroked me with the other. After taking several deep breaths, I was back inside her, much to my delight.

Then, suddenly, I felt something unlike I had ever felt before. Her face was buried in my groin and my cock was buried deep in her throat. She did it! The feeling was incredible! Like a vice grip was wrapped around my entire post! It took my breath away. I squeezed her breast entirely too tightly.

My head flew back again. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkkgggggaaaaaa!"

Her head began to bob at a steady pace, taking my full length in with every dive. The airport tower grew larger with every swallow. The pulsing of the veins wrapping around my pole grew harder and faster, matching my racing heart.

"Don't cum! Don't cum! Don't cum!"

I thought to myself. My moans were growing louder. She knew I was close.

And then I was out. She sat up and wiped the saliva from her lips while looking at the beads of sweat rolling down my face.

She wagged a finger at me. "Oh no you don't. Not yet, bub," she said smiling. She sat back into her seat, still naked from the waist up.

I must have looked like a broken hearted school boy who'd just had his girlfriend break up with him on the playground. "But...but..." I said as my rock hard cock twitched.

She slid down the seat, kicked off her black stilettos, and placed her feet on the dashboard. She looked over at me. Her lips had curled into an evil smile. "Just drive."

In a flash she had her dress pants unzipped and her hand buried inside them. Her eyes closed and her back arched at the first flick of her finger to her excited clit.

She buried two fingers into her soaked snatch and roughly pawed at her tits. "Ohhhhh, fuck yeah, that's it, right there," she moaned to herself.

As we drove onto the airport entry way she was squirming in her seat and calling out various men's names, telling them exactly what she wanted them to do to her. Whether they were names of men she'd been with, or desired to be with, or a combination of the two, I had no way of knowing. One thing I do know is "Mark" wasn't in there.

"Uh, M-M-Melissa, we're, uh, we're, uh, almost there."

"Mmmmmm, yeah, mmmmm, don't stop," she moaned.

"Do you, uh, want me to, uh, drop you off at your, uh, gate?" The airport was small. We'd be at her gate in a matter of a couple minutes.

"No! Grrrrrrrr, no, mmmmm, pull into, mmmmmm, the garage," she demanded without missing a beat on her pussy.

I pulled up to the parking garage gate. I scanned the area quickly before I rolled down my window to snatch the ticket from the machine. The gate raised and we pulled into the darkened garage.

She continued to abuse her body as I climbed the parking garage ramps in search of a parking spot. I finally found something that would fit my truck and carefully backed It into the space. I threw it into park and shut it down.

Silencing the engine's roar only made her moans seem louder. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact we were no longer moving.

"Ummmmm, would you like for me to, uh, grab your bags?"

Melissa finally snapped out of her sexual frenzy. She put both hands on the seat and pushed herself into an upright position. She slowly turned her head from one side to the other, taking it all in. She finally turned her attention to me.

"No, not yet," she said breathlessly. She looked me up and down. My pants were still past my knees and my pole was still twitching against the steering wheel. "Take off your pants," she said with a crooked smile.

My eyebrows raised. "Do what?"

"You heard me, mister. Take off your pants," she said with more emphasis as she removed her own pants.

I popped the loafers off my feet and slid my khakis down and over them. Soon I was sitting there naked from the waist down. On the other side of the truck, Melissa was sliding her black thong down her short, toned legs. A few seconds later she was sitting in my truck completely naked, staring at me with a "fuck me" look.

"Slide over here, get behind me," she said as she raised herself off the seat. The top of her head pressed against the windshield.

I did as requested and slid behind her. My legs were in between hers. Her tiny body hovered over my twitching tool. Her lips curled at the corners as she looked back at me.

"I need a little sumpin' sumpin' before I go back to LA," she purred.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" I knew what she wanted. I wanted to hear her say it.

"I want a good...hard...midwestern...fuck," she nearly growled as she grabbed my rod and started to lower herself down.

I grabbed her hips and held her for a moment. She looked at me confused. Now my lips were curled at the corner. "Say it like Bernadette would."

She smiled back at me. "You men, you're all the same, just a bunch of perverts," she said in a joking tone. She smiled. "C'mon, Mark, give this good little Catholic girl a good hard fuck," she squeaked.

I kept a firm grip on her hips as I lowered her down while she held her target steady. Lower and lower. When the tip of my trunk slid between her thighs I pulled her body towards me. In a flash, I felt the heat of her pussy against my cock. Just then, she jumped up.

"What're you doing?!" she cried.

I was in complete shock. Had she changed her mind? Snapped out of some kind of haze and thought I was about to rape her? "I, uh, I was, I thought we, uh," I stammered.

"You were about to fuck my pussy, weren't you?"

My head was spinning. "I, uh, well, yeah, I thought, uh..."

"No no, we don't do that in LA. We save that for our significant others," she said, as if everybody knew that. Then Bernadette was back. "You can't fuck this little Catholic girl's cunt. But you can fuck her ass. Would you like to fuck my ass?" she cooed as she lowered herself back down.

"Hell yeah, I would," I said in an evil tone while I lowered down by her hips again with a difference target in mind.

The tip of my cock touched her rosebud. I felt it quiver. It was slick from her own juices created by the pounding she had given her own pussy on the drive over. I felt the gates open. She pressed down. The head suddenly popped through her sphincter. We both gave entirely too loud of moans as she made the long slide down my pole.