Max on the Road - Leather and Lace

"Might as well fuck him, Belladonna. Gang-banging a pussy hound might be just what we all need right now."

(Musical Notes) "Get your motor running!

Get out on the highway,

Looking for adventure,

Or whatever comes my way!" (Musical notes)

There is something about being on the long, empty stretches of highway from Texas to Nevada that always makes me think of that song. And sing it poorly. I think it has to do with those long bits of nothing but open road where you have to remind yourself that you're moving along at a hundred miles an hour and nothing appears to be changing.

You are, in a callback the lyric- looking for adventure, or whatever comes your way.

Which is why I found myself pulling over in a small scenic overlook just over the border into New Mexico, Texas a half hour or so in my rear-view mirror. I'd been on the road nearly fifteen hours since leaving Tessa's bed in St Louis and, besides stops for gas and travelling food, I hadn't really stopped for more than a few minutes the whole way. I needed a stretch. a chance to stop moving for a few minutes, a chance to take in the scenery in an area I rarely got to and didn't appreciate enough from my Philadelphia apartment...

And yeah, I needed to piss something fierce.

The overlook was back and above the road just a touch, enough that you could sit at the picnic table and eat without being seen from the road. You could cook in the provided barbeque stand thingie without being disturbed. You could even plug in your electric vehicle and sit in peace knowing that someone passing on the highway wouldn't ridicule you for having an EV in oil country.

What you couldn't do is use the toilet in peace because they'd locked the lavatory. Too much Brokeback Highway for the Southwest maybe?

Thankfully, this was not a problem for me because Guy + Penis = Pee Anywhere. I chose to express my displeasure for the Highway Department's unenlightened choice by pissing on the back of the designated building. Felt like an appropriate response.

I ALMOST took advantage of the location and it's 'public seclusion' to jack off before getting back in my car for the last push to Albuquerque, two or more hours away. Take in the beauty of nature and all that. Enjoy a little bit of exhibitionism freedom. I was even working up to it when I heard an approaching motorcycle and hurriedly tucked my half-hard self away.

Which would have been much more difficult had I been a few seconds slower. The biker that came roaring up the hill looked like she was coming straight from a photo shoot with Easyriders magazine- long blonde hair held back by a blue bandana, mirrored sunglasses, leather vest with some sort of group patch on the back over a low-cut pink tank top that did nothing to disguise her ample silicone-enhanced charms, leather and chrome bangles on both arms, skin-tight jean booty shorts under leather chaps (Or are those considered 'riding leathers' when worn on a motorcycle? Never could get that straight.), and cowboy (girl?) boots. The whole package right out of the centerfold.

Don't ask me to identify the bike because I couldn't if I tried. I know it wasn't as loud as a Harley so... Honda maybe? Not one of the sleek racing kinds for certain. Beefy.

Anyway, she pulled up in front of the bathrooms and shut the bike down. Nodding at me in recognition of my presence, if not any actual interest, she dismounted.

"Hate to tell you miss," I called to her. "But the crappers are in lockdown."

"Shit! What am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, if you have to piss, I just went out back." I shrugged helplessly. "Benefits of being a guy- the world is your toilet."

"And what if I gotta shit?" I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears.

"I've got napkins in the glove box," I offered. "They aren't two-ply cotton-y soft, but they'll do the job."

"And what about you? You wanna watch or something?" By now she'd approached as was kinda in my face about it. I could smell the sweat and alcohol coming off her, giving her an added aura of danger. And for some reason, my brain clicked over into smartass mode.

"If you want me to watch you piss, I'm onboard as long as I get to clean you up after." I popped open the glovebox and held out the wad of napkins. "But if you need to take a dump, I'll wait here thanks." How in the name of everything holy or profane did I think that would actually work? I'm a hundred and twenty percent certain this woman got hit on by anything male with a pulse. She'd have to have heard better lines than THAT.

And, for the record, totally willing to watch her piss. Not that into urine play or whatever it's called but seeing that moment of personal vulnerability? Or watching her go for distance? Okay, let's be honest- pussy. Watching her do something with her pussy.

Shitting? Unless she's clearing out a toy from her ass? Not into it at all. And I'm not shy about how much I like anal.

"I really hope you're packing a lot more than a smart mouth, asshole." Licking her lips hungrily, she wrapped her hand around my wrist, letting me think for just a second that maybe she intended to drag me back behind the locked bathroom before she pushed her whole body against mine, pinning me back against the car. One hand reached over my shoulder to grab the roof, then other went straight for my crotch. I wondered briefly where she got the gum her tongue shoved into my mouth but then decided I really didn't care.

"I've had assholes and bitches riding my ass all day," she growled in my ear, skillfully working my zipper down and cock free with one hand. "I think it's time I got a little something-something out of it, don't you?" I was raging hard in her hand and she was squeezing and stroking insistently. "Looks like it doesn't matter to your dick if you're a Rest Stop Rump Ranger or not."

"Oh, definitely not." I backed up my assertion by running both hands up under her top until her firm, perfectly round globes with erect nipples that had to have been a half-inch long dropped out into my hands. That's when I noticed the nametag flash on her vest- 'Barbie'. Well, she DID have a Barbie-doll body. "Straight as an arrow."

"I'd say you've got a little upward curve myself." She pulled up my cock again, stopping when she finally felt the balls of my piercing. "And a bit of kinky hardware! Oh, you're going to be fun..."

She kissed me again, taking back her gum, then turned, leading me by the dick to the nearby picnic table. Dropping down on the wooden bench, she gave my cock a few experimental strokes, then licked from root to tip with two long passes of her tongue. Then a quick flicker of her tongue to capture the precum oozing out of the tip, looking up at me behind those mirrored sunglasses.

"Got laid this morning huh stud?" Lips wrapped around the top of my swollen head, then a swirl of tongue. "She fuck as good as she tastes?"

"Yeah, she did," I groaned, feeling her mouth working my swollen head. She'd already pulled my jeans down to my knees. One strong hand stroked back and forth on my shaft, jacking my precum into her mouth.

"Bad luck for her if she was expecting you back in her cunt tonight stud," she growled, looking up at me over the rim of her sunglasses with strikingly white-blue eyes. In a staggering show of dexterity, she stripped off her tight shorts and lacy pink thong one-handed, never letting go of my dick. A practiced flick of her wrist separated the thong, which she then slipped under my balls and tied in a bow around the base of my cock. Her leer made my heart skip a beat.

"'Cause I'm about to fuck you so hard, I'll break your pretty dick off in my cunt."

I've had angry sex before, especially after a particularly heated argument where a girlfriend and I fought over something stupid JUST to have hot make-up sex. And I've been the dick that gets used by a woman wanting to fuck ANYONE to get back at her boyfriend. Those were wild, sweaty, loud sessions where we roamed all over the bed or living room, occasionally breaking something. Barbie rode my lap so hard, we cracked the picnic table under us.

"That's it, baby, fuck me good. Fuck my slutty cunt," she challenged, matching each upward thrust with a thrashing drive of her hips. "FUCK me. Treat me like a cheap whore."

It was the kind of raw, angry fucking that makes your crotch hurt because she's slamming down so hard to take cock as deep as possible; she's SEEKING the pain. There was that look in her eye that told me she wanted to punish herself and I was the tool to do it.

A word of caution here- if you are going to fuck outdoors in an essentially public place, especially with someone who is quite verbal like the woman I'm deeply into here, make sure one of you is paying attention to the world around you. I was paying a lot of attention to getting her off and the minimal tan lines on her tits and if she noticed anything beyond my cock in her pussy and the initials carved into the tabletop behind my head, I don't think she cared.

The blood pounded in my ears and I could feel my balls tighten. I panted a warning, trying to give her the choice of inside or out. Just telling her made her climax and she started screaming happily. I could feel myself lose control.

My hips jumped, ramming my cock as deep in her as I could go. My fingers dug into the powerful muscles of her hips, yanking hard to hold her down. Heat erupted from the end of my dick into her tight cunt. She threw her head back and howled her lust to the late afternoon sky.

"Fuck yeah baby! That's it! Cum in my dirty cunt!"

Four sets of hands grabbed me- pushing my legs to the table, yanking my grip from her waist to slam both arms down to my sides. I started to thrash, but a heavy set of tits fell on my face, blinding and knocking the fight out of me. Whoever this was, they weren't wearing a bra either.

"Barbie! are you ok, chica?" said someone near or around my left knee. "You took off like a fucking rocket!"

"What the FUCK is WRONG with YOU BITCHES? Can't I even get FUCKED without you BUTTING IN?" 'Barbie' screamed, jumping off the table and storming away, leaving me trapped and naked from the waist down.

"Keep the pedejo here until we get back. I got next." The first voice called out, following Barbie down the trail I'd spotted after finishing my piss.

"Like fuck she does," said the voice of whoever had her tits in my face. I could feel her wiggling over my head. "Hope you like cake, studly, 'cause I want your face somewhere other than my boobs."

I felt and heard this woman climb up on the end of the table, giving me a chance to open my eyes. I cleared my vision long enough to watch the blooming rose on her naked buns descend onto my face. I would be lying if I said I was turned off. Face it, at this point, I really am a slut and, given half a chance will bury face, fingers or dick between a pair of open legs as sure as the sun will rise.

"Nothing fancy honey, get that tongue in there and lick my cunt until I tell you to stop."

Of course I obeyed. I dug my tongue into her wet folds and sucked in her rich juices. She had a full, earthy flavor that reminded me of nothing less than a thick porterhouse grilled to perfection and smothered with mushrooms and gravy. Now, that could have been because the last thing I'd actually eaten had been two slices of greasy gas-station pizza and a can of Pringles about six hours prior OR it could have been that she really tasted that good. I wasn't feeling picky either way. Reaching around her thighs to grab that round ass, I dug right in as only a starving man can.

"Oh shit! That's it boy. Right there," she purred, rocking back and forth over my nose and tongue. She tied something loosely around my balls and I guessed another pair of panties by the feel of it, pulling my nuts away from my rehardening cock. "C'mon Peggy. Come pop this kickstand and go for a ride with me!" She waved my en-laced (Is that a word? Lace bound?) dick playfully. "Just like the old days. Not gonna be the first nameless stud we've given the ride of his life!"

"I told you, stop calling me that you dumb whore!" This voice came from my left knee, so whomever had my left hand had moved. They sounded indignant, but not furious, which was a good sign. "I'm not giving up 'Belladonna'."

"Awww, I love you too honey." I felt her spit on my cock. "Besides, I still think it's funny."

"Great. Next time YOU lose the leg, bitch." Oh good, I'm being used by pirate biker women now. I really need to start taking notes because this is good stuff. The woman on top spit again, working it up and down my shaft playfully. "And would you stop doing that? You know I think it's gross."

"Sorry honey, but Barbie fucked him first. You know how bitter her cunt gets when she's angry and drinkin' on a ride. Might as well go ass-to-mouth instead."

"Here," offered a third voice, this time from my right knee. "Try this."

I felt a splash of liquid, then a slight burning sensation. Not enough to cause pain, but enough that I noticed. Then a pierced tongue licked up my now hard cock from balls to tip.

"Mmmmm, tastes like a whiskey sour." This from the third voice, followed by another splash of what I guessed was whiskey. A second tongue joined the first (Third? This gets confusing without knowing who is doing what. All I can tell you for certain is the ass on my face started grinding her clit against my unshaven chin, getting ready to climax.) in tasting me. The stinking burn felt a bit uncomfortable, but their tongues soothed away the pain quite nicely.

"Tell me you horny sluts managed to blindfold him before you went all cock-happy," said a voice coming back up the trail. A different voice than either Barbie or the woman who'd followed her. How many of them were there and how much trouble was I in for? And I hate to come off as racist, but this woman had a voice that told me she was black- something in the timbre and accent. Again, not that I have anything against black women, I've been with a few in recent months. It's just, in my limited experience and opinion, they generally look pissed off (Resting bitch face being some sort of racial feature when seen through the eyes of a white guy?) at me and that's not one of MY turn-ons. Your milage may vary.

Okay, I get it. I'm beating around the bush (Eating through the bush? The one on my face wasn't that hairy though. (Digressions...Oh yeah, right. Sorry.)). The long and the short of it is, at this point, I realized what's happening to me fits the legal definition of sexual assault. It started off as consensual with Barbie, but I'd rapidly lost the ability to say 'no' with anything less than not being able to get it up any more. BUT, in recent months I'd, quite honestly, become a pussy-drunk slut who wouldn't have said 'No' even if I'd physically HAD to. Remember back in the early stories I told you where Big Brain and Little Brain were constantly arguing and occasionally Big Brain won out? Yeah, by now he'd been fucked into submission and only occasionally managed to gather himself enough to make me realize what was happening.

"He's not seen anything but my fat rosy red ass since you and Mama took off after the bitch...oh shit! And...huh... heee knows how to use his fuh-ucking tongue." She settled her weight on her hands, pressed her weight down on my face and came hotly, crushing my head between her thighs. "Shit yeah!"

"I CAUGHT him FUCKING his SKANK EX-WIFE in MY apartment! In MY bed! Didn't even have the DECENCY to pull his pencil-dick out of her FAT ASS before asking me if I 'wanted a FUCKING RIDE'! FUCK THAT SONOFABITCH! And don't you go 'Now Chica'ing ME Mamacita! From now on, I'll fuck WHO I want, WHEN I want!" Barbie was heard shouting down the trail.

"That seems to be going well," 'Belladonna the Pegleg' observed wryly, standing up from where she and the other one had been licking my aching cock.

"She should get the app," Rose added, still riding out her climax on my tongue. "Makes hoe-ing so much easier."

"Been a while since we've done this," Belladonna mused, pulling on my cock in slow, twisting stokes. "Been a while since I just fucked a guy in the wild. What do you think, Reaper?"

"Rose, move your fat ass," Rose complied and Reaper, who I now assumed owned the rich voice of the black woman (Again, complete assumption on my part!), agreed, then dropped a thickly folded bandana over my eyes. She held it in place while Belladonna and the other one pulled me up into a seated position.

I opened my mouth to speak and the other woman took that as the perfect time to shotgun a mouthful of whiskey down my throat. The bandana was tied in place. I could feel smooth leather and rough hands against my chest. She broke the shotgun kiss, grabbing me by the chin and forcefully turning my head. Her lips pressed close to my ear.

"Treat my friend right studmuffin," she growled seductively. "And I'll let you fuck my ass with that monster log. Otherwise, I'll turn you into my personal muppet." She grabbed a fistful of my ass meaningfully. I started to answer and she shotgunned another shot of whiskey into my mouth.

Behind her I could hear a struggle of a different sort-

"Damnit Rose, stop pulling! Just stand there and..."

"Just take it off."

"I am NOT taking my leg off just so I can fuck this guy!"

"Why not? He might be into it!"

"Ewww, I did NOT need to hear that you bitch. Here. Just...(I heard the click of a pocket knife.)uggh...there. That'll work. I'm ready Blaze."

Blaze, who had been content with licking the back of my skull through my mouth and grinding herself against my thigh (And who had nice handful-sized tits and a very firm ass of her own I must say.), turned me roughly to the end of the table. She turned me so my dick slapped right into Belladonna's asscrack.

Barbie's butt was firm and high, as though she worked on her feet wearing heels. Rose's buns were more plush- soft and deep, making it unlikely she worked on her feet. in contrast, Blaze's ass was so tight and firm, if she didn't work in a gym, it's a fair bet she went to one every day. Which brings us to Belladonna- when my hands found her hips, I was struck by how soft her curves felt. But just under the surface, I could feel the strength of her muscles- different from Blaze's and quite probably even stronger.

She reached back, under her body and guided the head of my cock to her wet slit. Taking her lead, I slowly pressed my hips forward, parting her lips around me. Pressed against mine, her left leg lay bare while her right was a tangle of jeans, neoprene, metal and fiberglass. I'm certainly not an expert, but I've read enough to guess that she'd lost it somewhere above the knee and her clothes had gotten tangled in her prosthesis.

"Oh God," she moaned, spreading her buns to take me in deeper. "It feels sooo goood... unnnggh... fuuuck meee..."

"You heard her, fuck-boy," Reaper barked, slapping a gloved hand across my ass. I jumped, burying myself deep into Belladonna's warm, wet pussy, much to her shock and delight. "Get that pretty white dick into gear and fuck the bitch."

Putting my weight on the table, leaning down to place my hands on either side of Belladonna, I put my hips into it and fucked her as strong and as fast as I could. Any sounds of nature were blocked out by the regular slosh and squish of my cock delving deep into her pussy, the smack of a hand across my bare ass if I slowed down and the constant encouragement of the other three women waiting for their turns with me. I took my cues from her, thrusting harder and deeper when she pushed back, adjusted my angle when she moaned if I glanced a sweet spot, even paused and supported her leg when she pulled it up, released a catch (or something) and her prosthetic tumbled with a crash to the ground. That allowed her to roll onto her side, left leg folded and the right (Is it okay to say 'What remained of the right'?) resting on my shoulder.