This is just a one off story that is off to the side of another series I am writing about the guy who takes first place in the race described here. No one in this story is someone you know, they are all made up. All the cars are made up, the people, the animals. This is fiction. It is for fun. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do.
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There is a long stretch of road, about 250 miles, between Sidney, Montana at the North Dakota border and Lewiston, Montana around the middle of the state. In between, there is a whole bunch of nothing at all. Oh sure, there are a couple towns with a horse, maybe a filling station, a convenience store OR a motel. None have any two of those. It is also a whole bunch of nothing to look at and a prime candidate for white line fever. I thought about just stopping in Sidney, bite the bullet and get an extra hotel and lose my hundred dollar deposit on the hotel in Lewiston. It was 9PM when I pulled into Sidney, about three hours behind where I wanted to be. I was in the middle of a cross country road rally. A test of endurance and planning. It had started in Boston and you had to hit certain checkpoints. I had just left Sidney, perhaps thirty miles outside of town when I saw a motorcycle happily burning by the side of the road. About 20 yards further down the road was a chick in jeans, chaps, tee shirt and leather vest, with long black hair and a pack, hitch hiking. I pulled off and stopped and she just climbed in, throwing her pack in the back seat.
"Thanks for stopping, sugar. Let's book," she said.
"You don't want to know where I'm going?" I asked.
"Next stop on this road is Lewiston, over two hundred miles from here. There are no turnoffs and nowhere else to stop." she said. "Besides, that ass hole that owns the bike could roll up any time. This thing looks fast, punch it."
I was a little flabbergasted but shit, I was three hours behind, putting me an hour behind my sponsored slot. It was desired that I finish between third and tenth. I was in fourth before the blowout that cost me three hours. Now I was in twelfth place.
"Look babe, I'll make it worth your while, if you just go, go, go," she said.
"Buckle up," I said and didn't move until she did. I didn't peel out, useless waste of tires, but inside a mile I was up to one hundred forty. She grabbed her bag and pulled out what looked like a dress and some ankle boots. Then she tossed it back and pulled off her shirt. I swerved just a bit in shock and she looked over at me.
"Keep your eyes on the road sweetheart," she said, "You can look and touch later."
The radar detector went off about twenty miles further down the road and I slowed to seventy five while she removed her chaps, boots and jeans. Then she slipped the dress over her head and unbuckled long enough to get everything in place, then buckled back up. Suddenly, there was a hot young sexpot in my car and I pushed back up to one forty as the radar was lost in the distance. I popped the extendable spoilers and pushed up to one fifty-five.
"Damn, nice car. Where you headed?" she asked.
"Seattle, eventually," I said.
"Oh yeah, the road rally, that's this week." she said. "What place you pulling?" I could see someone ahead, running fast as well.
"Looks like I will be in eleventh when I pass that guy." I said, "Fucking blew a tire earlier. I was in fourth at the time." I pushed the engine a bit harder, getting close to red line, until I was at 160. "Looks like 160 is it." I didn't turn or blink, "I'm Buck, Buck Lewis. What's your name?"
"They call me Mae, like Mae West," she said, "But when we get to your overnight, if you say you'll take me with you, you can call me Will, like in sure will."
"That's a bargain," I said, "I'll take you with me, you put out, do what I want, when we stop."
"You bet honey," she said, "Damn, you're catching it pretty good."
I backed off the engine to 150. The yellow Impala in front of us wasn't doing more than 125 and I rolled past easily. I checked my gas, Still close to target, within tolerance. Oil pressure was still good, engine heat not bad. "Nice, first time I ran her that close to redline, she's doing good. Nice to see my work has paid off."
"Did you do the engine?" she asked.
"I bored it out, added a performance package, squeezed out and extra five horsepower." I said.
"Nice, your hands don't look like a grease monkey's," she observed.
"I use a special mixture to clean my hands. It removes excess skin and dirt. Then when I slip my fingers into your pussy there won't be any grease left behind." I said.
"Ooo, a wicked man," she said, "I like it." she yawned and shook her head, "If you don't mind, I am going to nap a bit, I've been up for almost twenty hours. I'll wake up when you slow down, I sleep light."
"Go ahead," I reached back and got a Dr. Pepper and drank it for the caffeine. The three hour drive took about two, mostly because I had to slow for another speed trap. She sat up, "Well, only two hours behind schedule and I passed another. So, I am in tenth. I can pass a few more and head for Great Falls, the next check point, or pull in for sleep now. We have the mountain passes to go, and then Washington state which is notorious for terrible roads, hard passing and wild fires this time of year. I am also two hours behind on sleep schedule. Stop or go on?"
"I'd say go on," she said. "You shooting for first place or are you sponsored for a ranking?"
"Sponsored," I said, "I can get in the race back to Virginia if I place higher than 3rd and lower than 11th."
"I'd say go for sure then," she said. So I did. I rolled straight on through and picked up speed to 130 on the run to Great Falls. We made it in about forty minutes. "Damn, the way you drive has me fucking hot as hell," she said, "the car and your skill make those corners feel like butter on your skin. Feel," she said and pulled my hand to her wet panties. "Find a hotel and fuck me, baby. It was so exciting, I need some cock inside me."
I went to the checkpoint and the hotel. I checked in, took a copy of my check in to the check point room and did the biz, then headed to our room, way in the back and grabbed our stuff and went inside. She proceeded me and I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her. "Do you need the bathroom?" I asked and she nodded yes. I carried her in there, her back against me and made her wait while I peed, then I let her go and jammed my cock in mouth. "suck it bitch," I said and started jamming myself in and out of her throat. She wiped and pulled her panties off instead of up. I grabbed her tits and pulled her to her feet. I pulled off the dress and grabbed her pussy, jamming three fingers into her. My other hand went to her ass and I pushed a single finger in there, then lifted her and carried her to the bed. I set her down and kissed her hard, then pinched her nipple hard as my fingers stroked her cunt. "You are a hot bitch. I'm going to enjoy this," I said and pushed her head to my cock. "Get me wet."
She drooled, spit and sucked my cock until I pulled her off and turned her ass to me. I bent her forward and pushed against her ass, "Oh god, slow baby, you're big," she said, her sphincter slowly relaxing.
"Open up baby, big dog's coming in," I said and when my head popped in, I just pushed until I was balls deep.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck that ass!" she said as my fingers stroked, the heal of my hand pressed her clit and I began to stroke in and out of her ass. She was on her tiptoes and lost the touch of her toes, so I moved forward and let her put her feet on the bed. Her big tits were hanging there, so I grabbed one and squeezed it hard. She groaned and I started pistoning harder and concentrated on her G spot with my finger. "Yes, shit, fuck, damn, I'm gonna cum baby. Dump your seed in my ass your fucking beast. Fuck me hard and make a deposit. Oh, ughn, yes, cumming!"
Her ass started spasming around my cock and I lost it. I was at the edge one moment and the next I was spurting huge gobs of cum in her ass. When I was done, I pushed her down on the bed on her belly and said, "Don't move." I looked at the clock and called the main desk. "I need a wake up call for 6AM." I said, "and send me three sandwiches, ham or roast beef, chips and milk with them. Send some kind of desert too." I hung up and went back to the bed, "Roll over and show me your body." I said with a slap to her ass. She had a fine looking ass and hot legs. Her pussy was bald and her tits were decent. She had a tattoo of a tiger head on her left shoulder and a yellow jacked on her right shoulder blade. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I kissed her. "You're damn fine looking. I am going to keep you for a while. Now, food should be here soon. I don't dress for peons delivering food. That occasionally leads to someone coming in. If that happens, you will do exactly what I say, when I say it. If not, you'll still do what I say when I say it. Is that clear?"
"Yes," she said, "I don't have to call you master or daddy or anything stupid like that?"
"No, if you are out of line I will simply spank you." I said, "adding master ain't going to help you. Buck or baby or sir are acceptable. Also fucker works, though not mother fucker." there was a knock on the door, "Now spread out so he or she can see you."
"God yes, Buck," she said and struck a sexy ass pose on the bed, dripping ass and pussy showing.
I opened the door and a lady was there with a tray of sandwiches. She looked a little shocked at my nudity but didn't turn away, "Your sandwiches, sir," she said and scoped out my cock.
"I will need at least six towels," I said, "Go get them."
"Yes sir, right away sir," she turned to go.
"Just bring them in when you return," I ordered.
"Of course sir," she said and moved off. I let the door close.
"Do you have a see through nightgown or robe in that bag?" I asked Mae.
"I have a red wrap and a see through kind of bra," she said.
"Put them on quick," I said and she jumped to it. "Now to the table." She moved to the table and I sat down as well as the door opened and the maid entered. "Put them next to the bed. What is your name?"
"I am Inez," she said.
"You are related to the night manager?" I asked.