(Writer's Note: This is the sequel to Country Road)
"Damn, I'm going to cum in you now, you hot little bitch," he groaned. She could feel her own orgasm rising again, each slap sending an electric thrill straight to her clit. Her breasts were on fire, throbbing in time to her pulsing pussy. She felt him stiffening, the rigid cock driving even deeper and she could feel the white, hot seed, shooting into her from the throbbing head. Her orgasm raced through her like a freight train as the massive cock throbbed and bucked inside her. She moaned and strained against the handcuffs her body bucking against his, trapping his shaft inside her for a moment.
Her hand stopped and she collapsed back in her chair, spent from the orgasm she had induced. She opened her eyes and twirled a strand of blonde hair with her fingers as she thought back to the day the deputy had taken her on the back of her car. "Yes, that was a good day," she thought. "Its time to see if I can track him down. I'm tired of masturbating over that cock of his, I need the real thing again," she contemplated. With that desire in mind she decided to leave early. She unlocked the door to her office told her secretary she was leaving and headed home. She spent the drive home deciding what she was going to wear. "Let's see, the red plaid mini-skirt, the tight white shirt with the plunging neckline, and the black boots again. That should get his attention," she thought. "Yes, that should do nicely," she smiled to her self.
She reached home and changed quickly. Then back to the car and off again, the Mustang straining like a thoroughbred on the road. An hour later she was pulling off on to the back road, a trail of dust in her wake. She headed for the picnic area where she had met him the first time. There was no one there when she arrived. Disappointed she took out her map and contemplated where to go from there. There was a small town about five miles up the road. That looked like as good a place as any to start looking. She gunned the Mustang's engine and was off. The five miles went by quickly and soon she was entering what the map had generously declared was a small town.
A few houses on the outskirts and then she was on the main street. It had all those tiny little stores associated with small towns everywhere all packed on to the main street but most importantly there was a sheriff's office and directly across from it a small diner. Parked out in front of the sheriff's office were two police cars. "Well, it could be one of those, I suppose, "she thought, realizing that she had not paid much attention to the car the deputy had been driving. Parking the Mustang in front of the diner so it could easily be seen from the window of the sheriff's office she went inside.
The bells above the door jingled as she entered. There were only a few people inside the diner this late in the afternoon. Two older men sitting at the counter, a young waitress chatting with them and a cook barely seen through the opening into the kitchen. She walked to the booth farthest from the door aware of the eyes upon her, and sat down with her back to the door. The waitress brought a menu gave her a shy smile, asked if she wanted something to drink and turned back to the counter. Five minutes later the waitress was back with a tall banana-fosters shake.
She chatted with the waitress for a few minutes noting that the waitress was very attractive, there was nothing like small town girls sometimes. She gave her order and waited. Sitting there she noticed a mirror above her table in the corner, she could see the door and most of the counter in it. She watched the pretty young waitress in it, perhaps if the deputy didn't show she might try and seduce the waitress instead. She licked her lips, right now she really wanted a nice hard cock but she would willingly settle for the pretty waitress.
The bells above the door jingled and she glanced up in the mirror and sat up straighter in the booth, her deputy had just walked in the door. He greeted everyone in the diner by name and chatted for a bit, while getting a cup of coffee. She could feel her nipples start to harden as she snuck glances at him in the mirror. Then he turned and caught her eyes on him in the mirror and smiled. He walked slowly back to her booth and sat down across the table from her just as the waitress was bringing her late lunch.
"Hi there," he said with a smile, "I wondered if you would be back sometime."
"Well, I thought I would explore a little farther than the picnic area this time," she replied starting to eat.
"So what do you think then? It's a small town not much to do."
"I'm sure I can find something to do with the right tour guide."
"Well, I might be able to find someone to handle that, if you are interested."
"I'm going to require some very special handling, I think."
"Okay then, I guess that narrows down the field of available candidates to one. Looks like I will just have to take care of you myself."
He leaned back in the booth and placed his hands behind his head. She shivered when she felt his sock covered foot start to slide up her leg. He continued to smile as her hard nipples began to peek through the material of her shirt. His foot caressed her calf through the leather of her boots, softly circling her knee, and slowly sliding along the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes as his foot gently slide back and forth along one thigh and then the other, occasionally pausing to rub the back of her knees. Electric thrills raced up and down her spine the juices beginning to flow through her pussy. She squirmed in her seat. Her breathing grew heavy.
She opened her eyes and glanced up in the mirror above the booth. She could see the two older men still sitting at the counter talking to each other. The waitress had moved closer though and was openly watching her in the mirror, one hand on the counter and the other out of sight. The waitress' arm moving ever so slightly and her nipples just beginning show through the material of her pale blue dress. She jumped a little in her seat stifling a moan, his foot slipping under her skirt and finally rubbing against her pussy through the cotton softness of her thong. He rubbed his foot up and down her pussy steadily increasing the pressure on her mound, circling and rubbing her clit with his big toe. Her legs spreading of their own accord giving his foot better access to continue the oddly erotic fondling.
He leaned towards her, "Okay Miss, I know that Trixie is watching you right now. Why don't you give her a little show? Squeeze your tits for her and show her how hard and long your nipples are," he whispered. He leaned back in the seat again, his foot now just resting on her pussy, a smile on his face. She looked up in the mirror and met Trixie's eyes with her own. She slowly licked her lips and brought her hands up cupping her breasts. She began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples through her tight shirt, extracting the most wonderful sensations from the sensitive buds. She wiggled her hips and his toe starting moving in circles, teasing her pussy as she fondled her breasts for Trixie.
"Joe, I'm going in the back for a few minutes," she heard Trixie yell to the cook. Trixie disappeared from the mirror.
