Sandy's left eye squinted, shielding the approaching headlights. She knew their brightness surely illuminated, at least partially, the entire scene that was taking place there in the coal blackness of CR-149. She could now see more clearly the tight pubic hairs she had been running her fingers through. She could see the thick black cock in her mouth, her own saliva making it shine in the light. Until now she had caught only brief, reddened glimpses, as the tow truck's emergency flashers made their repeated passes.
She wondered how much the driver of the vehicle could see. She wondered how they appeared to the approaching traveler; as silhouettes, as clear images, or even at all? She thought about stopping, but was driven by the feel and taste of the man's huge cock, as well as the deep, needful moans that her sloppy blowjob elicited from him. At roughly 50 yards distance, she wondered if it were possible to see the 35 year old white woman on her knees, sucking the cock of the youngish black truck driver, his coveralls crumpled at mid-thigh. She thought perhaps their position just outside the passenger door of the truck somewhat shielded them from full view. She sucked on. She sucked harder.
As the approaching car began to slow, she thought she could make out lights atop the vehicle.
"Oh my God, it's the cops," she realized to herself, just as her partner tightened his grip at the back of her head. She heard him scream out deliriously into the night. She felt her mouth fill with hot globs of semen, as the highway patrol car passed just on the other side of the truck. She swallowed hard and fast, prompted somewhat by panic, but mostly by lust.
Sandy could never remembere being so completely consumed by lust. It was that same lust that allowed the driver to pull her quickly to her feet as she greedily licked the last remnants of his sticky cum from her lips. She allowed him to hike her skirt, find his way inside her panties and thrust three fingers inside of her. She fell against him as he gave her five deep strokes with all three fingers before returning attention more gently to her clitoris. She held tight to his arm as the orgasm swept over her. Just then she heard the door of the patrol car open, which was now parked some 25 feet in front of them.
Everything was hazy to her now. She simply followed behind the driver as he tore free from her and started walking toward the cop car, pulling and zipping his coveralls as he went. She tried to wipe the saliva and semen from her tits as she pushed them back inside the confines of her fastened bra, still using her partner as a shield while buttoning her blouse.
"You folks OK?" the officer inquired, pointing his flashlight at them.
Still in a lustful haze, Sandy barely heard the question from the Highway Patrolman. Her mind was racing, trying to catch up with what had taken place in the past fifteen minutes. She was struggling to understand how it was that in such a brief period of time she had been coaxed into giving herself so completely, without regard to what happened next. She recognized fully that her sex life since the divorce two years ago was lacking, to say the least, but never had she been so thoroughly moved by a sexual urge. Never had a man made her want to do the things she wanted to do now. Ever since this tall, massive black man got out of his wrecker and looked her over in such an unashamedly, lustful way, she had been weak-kneed. She thought back to how she found herself so openly flirting with him. She remembered after just a few minutes she was staring without pause at his chest, arms, and crotch. She had offered absolutely zero resistance when he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the passenger side of his truck, and forced her down on her knees. She had obediently reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his massive cock and began sucking on it, when he had instructed her to do so. Even now, with the police officer's question hanging in the air, she was thinking about having that beautiful black dick deep inside of her wet pussy.
"Yes sir, just trying to get this little lady back on the road," she heard him telling the officer.
"Ma'am? You alright back there?"
Sandy poked her head out timidly from behind the driver. This was the first time she had laid eyes on the officer. He too was black. He too was tall. And he too was physically fit and handsome. Slowly she stepped into full view. She could see the officer's facial expression change as she did. She couldn't help giggle inside, thinking what a sight she must be. She watched the officer take in the full view, scanning her with his flashlight from top to bottom. First, was her mangled blonde hair and flushed face. Then he moved to her improperly buttoned and partially untucked blouse. By the time he reached her dirty knees, he was convinced that he had seen what he thought he had seen, while driving up. He was trying to conceal a smirk as he looked back to the truck driver.
"Yes sir, I'm just fine Officer," she managed, as she watched the two men smile at each other.
Smiling openly now the officer replied, "Yes, I can definitely see that." He moved his light back and forth between her breasts and hips.
There was no doubt now that he knew what had been happening. He had probably witnessed some of it as he drove up, she thought. She felt weak, and more lustful than ever. She let her body fall suggestively against the driver's. He smirked at the officer and brazenly wrapped his arm around her backside, stopping to cup her ass in his hand firmly.
Still smirking, he agreed, "Yes sir, she
IS
fine!"
"Well then, by no means let me interrupt things," the officer chuckled right out loud, while shining his light on the both of them
And with that the driver pulled Sandy into his arms and kissed her deeply. He reached around with both hands grabbing her ass and pulling her tight up against him. She kissed him back with open mouth, meeting his dancing tongue with her own. He continued massaging and groping her ass, as he moved his hot breath to her ear.
"You like him watching, don't'cha?"
Her wet pussy had been on fire for at least 20 minutes now, but now his tempting question was more than she could stand.
"Fuck me. Fuck me right now. Don't make me wait anymore," she demanded while unzipping her skirt, forcing it down over her hips, and stepping out of it. He pushed his trousers to the ground as fast as he could.
She felt him lift her like a feather into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. With one hand he reached underneath her to pull her panties to the side. With the other he guided his rock hard cock to her sopping entrance, and with gentle care slid half of his thick black tool inside. She moaned deeply and reached with both hands for the back of his shaven head to pull him closer still. She was beside herself with lust as he inched the rest of his cock up into her, finally burying his full eight-inch length.
The officer watched as the two of them fucked in this standing position. It was incredibly erotic to watch them find their rhythm. At first she held on as her man thrust long slow strokes up into her waiting pussy. Twice her ass tightened in what the officer was sure to be a sign of orgasm. Slowly she adjusted more and more to his considerable size and began undulating her hips rhythmically, until finally she ground her hips against his, searching desperately for new depth.
After she had reached an extended orgasm, she laid her head against his shoulder and looked back to see if she could see the officer. She found him standing there with his uniform pants at his ankles, with a very long, thick cock in his hand. He looked back at her with lustful eyes, as he stroked that shiny black dick.
At the height of her passion Sandy had almost forgotten the officer was present. But now seeing him back there with cock in hand, it enflamed her even more. She delighted in the fact that watching her fuck this black stranger had made his cock so hard. She reached back with one hand, wanting to touch it. He moved closer quickly to accommodate her wishes. She ran her hand over its length, and ground her hips against the driver's even harder when she thought about having them both.
Briefly her mind drifted back to the decision earlier that night to take the less-traveled path home from her friend's party. And how she had cursed herself when she had heard the tire blowout. Then there was the excitement when she realized that her cell phone would work, even out here in the middle of nowhere. And finally, the boredom of waiting for the motor club to respond. Now, she thought how fortunate the turn of events.
