Riding With Danica Ch 01

After Danica Patrick had been running the IndyCar series for seven years, she needed a new challenge -- as well as more attention to her brand. What better way to bring attention to yourself than do something no other woman was doing at the time? She decided to take a shot at running NASCAR and running with the boys.

After the 2011 IndyCar series ended, Danica went to her friend and longtime sponsor Bob Parsons, founder and owner of a popular website, and pitched her idea. He expressed his concern about the amount of money it would take and his doubts of her success. But he could also foresee the possible financial rewards of having Danica be the face of their company in a male-dominated sport. He suggested she come back the following week and make a pitch to the full board of directors.

She came to the board meeting prepared with facts, figures, even artist renderings of a car covered with the company brand. At the end of the presentation, the six men, along with Bob, flipped through the binder they had been given.

"Geez, I don't know," one director said scratching his chin. "That's a ton of money."

"But your ROI will be amazing!" Danica said confidently.

"We'd have to really stand out," another director said. "Like, totally blow the audience away."

"How much more different can you get than a woman racing NASCAR?!" Danica pleaded.

Another nodded. "True. But, if we're going to do this, I think we should have a total sex bomb out there. I mean, you're going to have an audience that's 90% male. I want their tongues wagging." The other men grumbled in agreement.

"Hey! I'm sexy! I mean, look at the commercials I've done for you! Totally sexy!"

The director waved his hand at her. "Don't get me wrong, Danica. You're cute and all. But..."

"Cute?! Hang on one second!" Danica peeled off her blazer and tossed it aside. She unbuttoned her white blouse down well past her modest cleavage .She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and proceeded to twist and tugged until the lacy undergarment was out of her shirt and on the floor with her blazer. She smoothed her shirt and stood straight and tall. Her pointed nipples were suddenly poking at the silk shirt. "There! Sexy enough for you?"

"Well, uh, that's great and all," the board member stammered. "But -- don't take this the wrong way, Danica -- but you have no tits. Men like tits." The other members mumbled once again in agreement.

"Oh, how could I take that wrong?" she said sarcastically.

It was true. She was born with a beautiful face, luxurious, dark hair, and immense athleticism. She was born to race curves, but was not blessed with curves. Her tiny A-cups and 5' 2" frame made her look like a little girl, not a sexy bombshell.

"Would you be opposed to getting breast implants?" he asked.

"And dressing sexier?" another asked.

"Seriously?" Danica asked.

One director looked at the others. "Can her driving suit be a bikini or something?"

"No! My driver's suit cannot be a bikini! Jesus!"

"What about a spread in a men's magazine?" a board member asked of the others.

"Do what?!" she asked.

He continued as if she wasn't there. "I can see the headline." He ran his hand through the air. "'Danica Patrick Shows What's Under The Hood'." This excited the other men. "How about it, Danica? Why don't you strip and give us preview?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Bob shrugged his shoulders. "Do you want us to sponsor you?"

"Oh my God," she growled through gritted teeth.

I'll bet Dale Earnhardt never had to strip to get sponsored!

she thought to herself. "If I strip, I've got the sponsorship?"

"Strip and we'll talk," one man said forcefully.

I can't believe I'm about to do this! Fuck!

She threw daggers at the men with her eyes while she unbuttoned her blouse. The room went silent when the garment hit the floor. They watched intently as she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It slid down her toned legs and gathered at her high heels, revealing a lacy black g-string.

She stared at the men. "Happy now?"

"The panties," came the reply.

"Oh my God," she sighed. She paused before she finally slid the undergarment down her legs. She stood up straight and revealed a thin landing strip of dark hair above a shaved pussy. She placed her hands on her hips. "There," she said defiantly.

"Would you be willing to get implants?"

She looked down at her tiny breasts and cupped with.

I've always thought about doing it anyway.

"Sure, why not?"

The men nodded and smiled at each other.

"I don't know about anybody else, but I've got a fucking hard on!" one man laughed.

"Me, too!"

"Same here!"

"I could pound nails with mine!"

Bob, trying to keep the meeting on track, spoke up. "Danica, it's a lot of money. We'd be taking a big risk with this move of yours."

I need this!

"I'll tell you what. You horny motherfuckers all have hard ons, yes?" The group nodded. "I'll give every one of you a blow job if you'll give me the sponsorship."

The room filled with chatter. One man's voice raised over the noise.

"If we do this, we'll expect you to dress sexier. A lot sexier. You'll wear clothing provided by us, and only clothing provided by us."

"Fine."

"There are 36 races in a NASCAR season, correct?" Danica nodded her head. "You have to make a personal appearance for us every race weekend."

"That's fine."

"And appear at a minimum of two corporate events of our choosing per year."

"That's fine."

"And three commercials."

"Fine."

His lips curled at the corners. "And you'll provide one board member with a blow job in the nude at each venue and event."

She paused.

I've sucked dick for a lot less.

"Fine."

The man looked around the room at the other smiling faces, stopping at Bob.

Bob looked back at Danica. "I think we've got ourselves a deal."

"Great!" Danica said with excitement.

"Gentlemen, let's move onto our next order of business," Bob said professionally.

A board member held out his hand. "Hang on! She said she was going to give each one of us a blow job before we left."

Bob nodded. "That's true."

A board member glared at Danica's naked body. "Guess you'd better get under this table and start sucking dick, huh -- bitch?" he hissed.

"Fuck," she sighed.

I can't believe I'm going to do this! It's so degrading! But...but...why am I getting so turned on by the thought of it?!

She dropped to her knees and climbed under the table. There were seven rock hard cocks of all shapes and sizes out of their pants just waiting for her to service them.

The first man grunted when she wrapped her tiny hand around his shaft. She ran it up and down. She ran her palm over the precum-covered tip and stroked it some more as the meeting continued above her. He grunted again when her tongue landed in the sweaty crease of his nut sack and shaft. She ran it up its bulging vein, around the tip, and down.

He felt her hot breath race across the top of his swollen head. "Guh!" he croaked when he passed through her lips into her hot, wet mouth. Her head quickly began to bounce in and out of his lap.

One of the board members smiled at the man being serviced while he stroked his own pole. "Well? How is she?" he asked with a grin.

"Oh my God," he moaned. "This isn't the first cock she's sucked." The other men laughed. He placed his hand on the back of her head.

"I'll bet she's sucked plenty of dick in her time!" one man opined.

Listen to these fuckers talk about me! Why is it making me so horny?!

The meeting continued for only a couple of minutes before the man being serviced began to tense. Her head bounced faster.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...guh!"

"Mmmmhmmm! Mmmmmhmmm!" she hummed just before his thick, salty spunk filled her mouth. At first she gagged, then sucked on his tip while she stroked his pole, swallowing hard and fast.

Once he stopped throbbing in her mouth, she pulled back and kissed his winking eye. The man sunk into his seat with sweat on his forehead.

"Jesus," he sighed.

"Next," she purred as she slid to the next post.

The man shivered when she gripped his meat. He was already throbbing after what he just witnessed. He slid his seat back from the table to get a better view. Danica looked into his face with a crooked smile as she ran her tongue up and down his stick.

"How 'bout it, stud? Do you want me to suck your dick? Huh? Do you want me to wrap my lips around your big, fat cock and suck it?" she cooed.

He nodded. "Y-y-yes, please. Gah!"

She remained looking into his stunned face as she rose and fell on his wood. The others around the table could see the top of her brunette head with each rise.

Jesus Christ! My pussy is throbbing!

She squeaked at the first touch of her own hand to her soaking slit.

It wasn't long before the man had a death grip on the arms of his chair. "Ohmagod! Ohmagod! Ohhhhhhmagod! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhh!" His head snapped back when he exploded in her mouth. She sucked and stroked, all the while watching his face contort in pleasure.

Goddammit! He finished before I did! Oh well. I've got five more to go!

She released him from her mouth with a "pop" and swiped her forearm across her chin. "Did you like that?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Holy shit," he said panting.

This went on four more times until she finally reached the last board member.

"It's about fuckin' time," he hissed.

"I saved the best for last," she whirred from under the table.

"Get the fuck out here so these pussies can see how a real man face fucks a whore. C'mon, get the fuck out here." He grabbed her by her long, brunette hair and tugged at her.

She swiped at his hand with one of her own while she kept herself from face planting on the floor with the other. "Ow! Ow! Hey, goddammit! Ow!"

Once he had her out from under the table, he pulled her to her knees. "Now let's see what a good little cocksucker you are," and he brought her to his groin.

He was easily the biggest, fattest cock in the room. She opened her mouth and his bulbous head slammed against the back of her mouth. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah, that's nice!"

He roughly threw his hips into her face while he held her steady with a fistful of hair. Drool began run down her chin and down her chest. Her hand went between her legs. She couldn't help herself.

"Look at this fuckin' bitch! Fingering herself! What a cunt!"

Why is this turning me on so much?!

Her fingers stabbed her gash with a gusto she'd never experienced.

The man looked around the table. "Has she deepthroated anybody yet?" The other men shook their heads. "Ha! I'll bet this bitch has deepthroated more men than Linda Lovelace! Come on, bitch, show these guys how you can deepthroat!"

The Linda Lovelace comparison may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but he wasn't wrong. She had swallowed men bigger than this. She tried to concentrate on relaxing her throat muscles while she continued to strum on her angry clit.

"Come on, bitch! Take it all! Come on! Take it all!" Then his balls slapped off her chin. "Oh fuck yeah! I knew you could do it!" Six jaws dropped.

She gurgled and gagged with each dive into her throat. The thrusts into her snatch matched the thrusts into her throat, hard and deep. She pinched a nipple and moaned loudly.

"Ha! She's gonna cum while I throat fuck her! Ha ha ha! Come on, bitch! Show us how a fucking whore cums!"

The drives into her face became almost unnoticeable to her foggy brain. The heat in her tiny body became white hot. She closed her eyes and slapped her button. Her gags became loud moans.

"Ggggggggg! Ggggggggg! Gggggggffffkkkkkk!"

She pinched one of her erect nipples hard. Her body began to tremble. Her moans bounced off the walls.

The man's hips began to stutter. "Oh yeah! That's it! That's it! Here we go! Here we go!" Much to her surprise, he pulled out of her face. He stroked his beef with one hand while holding her head steady with the other. "Here we go! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

She stared up into his face. "That's it! Give it to me! Give it to me! I want it all! Give it to...gak!"

A rope of white crashed into her forehead and splashed across her face. "Oh fuck!" the man shouted as a second string streaked across her cheek, coming to a rest in her hair. One last spurt landed on her chin and quickly dropped down her chest. He stabbed her open mouth and drove into her throat five more times before finally pulling out. "Holy fuck," he panted. Her eyes batted when he shook his wand at her, sending several more droplets across her face.

The man stepped back and tucked himself back into his trousers. "That's how you throat fuck a cock sucking whore," he said with a smile.

Danica gripped the walnut table and pulled herself onto wobbly legs. "Are you fuckers happy now?" she asked over her shoulder as she slowly walked back to her pile of clothing on the floor.

"We're not unhappy," one man said, causing the others to chuckle.

"Fuckers," she muttered under her breath.

"Come on, now, you enjoyed it, too. Don't pretend like you didn't."

Much to her disbelief, it was true. She chose not to answer. "So we have a deal?" She ran her finger across her chin and tucked the goo between her lips, then did the same across an eyelid.

Bob nodded. "We'll send a contract over later this week."

"Can one of you guys grab me some paper towels of something?"

The man who throat fucked her pointed. "The bathroom's just down the hall."

"What?! You don't expect me to walk out looking like...this...do you?!"

"It's called a 'cum walk'. And, yes, we expect it."

"You motherfuckers," she hissed. She pulled on her g-string and skirt and walked to the door. She placed her hand on the handle and turned. "I'd better have that contract by the end of the week or so help me God..."

"Don't worry, you'll have it," Bob said in a reassuring voice.

Danica cracked the door open and stuck her cum-coated face out it. Once she confirmed the coast was clear, she raced out it and down the hallway.

"Well, if this deal falls through, she can always turn tricks. She'd make a great fucking hooker," the last man said. The room erupted in laughter.

Danica dove into the women's restroom and locked the door behind her. There were freshly cut flowers in a vase and fluffy white towels. She looked at her cum-soaked face in the mirror.

"Motherfuckers," she muttered. She grabbed a towel and brought it to her face.

It feels like there's a fire between my legs!

She put the towel down, lifted her skirt, and sat down on the toilet.

That was so degrading! But what a turn on! Sucking off all those men in the boardroom! Damn!

She leaned back against the cool tank and swiped a finger across her cheek, loading it up with the goop running down it. She gasped when she swatted the finger full of cum against the vibrating knot between her legs. In no time, she was flicking her raised kernel like a woman on a mission.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "Oh yeah, that's it," she moaned quietly. "Come on, you motherfuckers! Give it to me! Fuck me hard with those big, fat cocks! Mmmmmm, oh yeah, just like that!" She swiped a fresh load of jizz off her forehead and jammed it into her slit. "Oh fuck yeah!" Her hips bucked into the palm of one hand while the other mauled her tiny tits. "Oh fuck yeah! That's it! Ohmygod, yes! Just like that! Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!" Two lightning bolts raced up her thighs. "Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Mmmmmhmmmm! Uh huh! Uh huh! Oh yeah! Yes! Yes! Yaaaaaaaaaas!"

The two lightning bolts crashed into her cunt and exploded. Her tiny body quivered while the electricity tore through it. She moaned and hummed, all the while imagining seven cocks were banging her on the large conference table she'd just been under.

*****

Three days later, a package was delivered to Danica's office. Sure enough, it was the contract. She poured over the pages and pages of the document. Then she stopped. She read the paragraph again. Then again.

One paragraph read, "Ms. Patrick is obligated to receive breast enhancement to the size of at least a C-cup."

Another paragraph read, "Ms. Patrick is obligated to perform a personal appearance of no less than one hour at each of the 36 events on the NASCAR schedule, as well as two corporate events of the sponsors choosing for a period of no less than two hours each. At each of the aforementioned events, Ms. Patrick is obliged to orally pleasure one board member of the sponsor's choosing to that board members satisfaction."

She picked up the phone and called her new sponsor.

"Hey, Danica!" Bob answered cheerily. "Did you get the contract? Have you looked at it? Does everything look good?"

"You put the fucking boob job and blow jobs in the fucking contract?!"

"It's a part of the sponsorship agreement we made in the boardroom, is it not?"

"But, Jesus, Bob! You put it in the fucking contract?! What if somebody sees it?!"

"Do you think anybody really reads those things other than those directly affected?"

"Yes! Yes I do!"

"Well, if you want the sponsorship... Sign it. Don't sign it. It's entirely up to you. Is there anything else?"

She growled under her breath. "Fine!"

"Thanks for calling. Have a great day, Danica."

Danica slammed down the phone. "Fuck!" Then she thought about it for a moment.

But I really did enjoy blowing those horny bastards! How can that be?! Am I really that big of a slut?! Do I really want a ride that badly?! I mean, the bottom line is I just pimped myself out for $40 million. Fuck! Who knows? Maybe it won't be so bad after all.