Sex without consequences always has consequences.
4th Encounter continued
I
Mrs. Cochran eyed herself in the cracked mirror in the bathroom of room #1 of the Off the Highway Motel. She liked what she saw. She wore the black corset, dark stockings and high heel boots she had just purchased across the road at the porn store. She suppressed a giggle of embarrassment when she thought of the first time she had worn the outfit not more than a half-hour before. It was in front of the porn store clerk named Harold who had stood there transfixed, masturbating while she shamelessly displayed her pussy and tits and encouraged him to cum. And she had enjoyed every moment of her performance, enjoyed the power she had felt making Harold do her biding and then dismissing him as if he were nothing to her.
She felt that now she had some insight into why the mature women who performed with young men in the many porn videos she had watched -- and masturbated with - recently at home on her husband's computer. Beside the pleasure of fucking someone other than your husband -- fucking just to fuck, with no consequences -- there was the element of control over the youthful lover, to make him victim for sex, a willing victim to be sure, but a victim all the same.
And Mrs. Cochran was about to add a second victim to her power this afternoon, a young handsome, tall and muscular, truck driver named Rick, whom she had picked up -- indeed, seduced -- while masturbating on Tim's hand on the front seat of her Jaguar while Rick looked on in his passing truck.
He was in the next room on the bed probably already hard with anticipation. That thought thrilled her. And the setting to fuck this handsome young truck driver was perfect -- a shabby room in a run-down motel out in the middle of nowhere, a perfect place for illicit sex, for sex without consequences.
But what about Tim? Well, she had treated him badly, she knew, but hadn't she warned him about doing what she wanted on her terms? She pictured him pouting back in the parking lot or out on the highway thumbing a ride. I'll pick him up on my way back home, she thought, he'll probably want to hear all about my encounter with Rick. She smiled as she turned from the bathroom mirror, flipped off the light and opened the door on Tim's afternoon replacement.
II
Time had stopped dead for Tim Griffin. He stood by the back door of the Truck Stop Lounge, indecisive, and, yes, as much as he hated to admit it, scared shit-less. Mrs. Cochran was in one of the rooms in the Off the Highway Motel with a hunky truck driver named Rick at whom she was throwing herself for another afternoon sexual thrill. But what she didn't know was that her one- on- one encounter with Rick was about to be interrupted by Hank and George, the bartender and customer respectively, who intended to share this gorgeous older married woman with their friend, turning it into an abusive gang-bang.
Tim wanted nothing so much as to get away and let Mrs. Cochran take her chances. After all, she had willingly sought sex with this truck driver guy, so why shouldn't she suffer the consequences? Besides, she had humiliated Tim as she had earlier humiliated the clerk at the porn store. What did he owe her now? But the nagging thought that Mrs. Cochran was still the mother of his good friend prevented him from just walking away. But what can I do against these strong guys? he asked himself almost aloud.
He circled the lounge and approached Mrs. Cochran's silver Jaguar parked in front. Tim was surprised it was unlocked. He remembered seeing Mrs. Cochran hand the keys to Rick. The truck driver's excitement in the anticipated fuck-session with Mrs. Cochran obviously made him forget to lock the car. He probably still had the keys on him. The chauffeur's uniform Tim had worn for a while was thrown on the back seat, but the plastic bags containing the corset and boots Mrs. Cochran had purchased across the road at the porn store were gone. Evidently she was going to put on a little show for Rick, not knowing she would soon have a larger audience.
Tim popped the trunk and located a tire iron tucked away in a pocket. The length and weight of it gave him brief encouragement that perhaps the threat of its use would deter these men in their lust for Mrs. Cochran. Probably not, he second guessed himself, they'll just take it away and use it on me.
He heard the back door of the lounge open and peered around the corner watching the broad backs of Hank and George head for the twenty or so motel units set back from the lounge. One of them carried several coils of yellow and orange bungee cords. They hurried for unit #1 and banged on the door. Tim didn't wait to see them go in. He had just remembered something, something that would even the odds in his favor, and he turned and ran in the opposite direction.
III
Mrs. Cochran emerged from the bathroom and found Rick on the bed fully clothed with his hands clasped behind his head. He looked at her without a smile and said," Yeah, baby, I figured you had some slut in you when I saw you come out of the porn shop. That kid of yours help you pick that out?"
"I picked it out just for you, Rick. I was hoping we'd meet like this ever since I saw you looking down on me from your truck."
"Yeah, baby. You were working your pussy pretty good back there. Let's see you work on it right here. I want you nice and wet when I eat you."
He was a bit crude, Mrs. Cochran decided, much like Tim in the beginning. But Rick's blunt manner and lack of class was just what she wanted at this moment. She'd turn him on, fuck him and get back on the road to home in time for dinner with her husband. She started for the end of the bed, but Rick caught her hand and laid it on the mound between his legs.
"Take my cock out, baby. I want you to see it get good and hard while you play with yourself."
Mrs. Cochran slowly undid Rick's jeans allowing his ample cock to half rise from his clothing. He began to stroke it slowly saying, "You like that, baby? I can see that you do. You're a real whore, aren't you, baby? Not that it matters, but you know my name and I don't know yours."
"You can call me 'Lucky.' "
"Well, Lucky, this is your lucky day. 'Cause you're going to have my big 'ol cock in your pussy, down your throat and up in your little 'ol ass hole."
"Please, Rick. I want us to take our time."
"Sure, Lucky, take your time. Then 'ol Rick'll take his time."
Mrs. Cochran began to get nervous. This young man named Rick wasn't pliable like Tim or Harold at the porn store. He wasn't going to let her control the situation and she gathered that he would not be gentle with her. She thought she wouldn't mind a little enthusiastic sex, but she certainly didn't want to be handled roughly and hurt and carry home any marks on her body. She slipped her hand down her panties and started to masturbate for Rick, letting her hips gyrate slowly, feeling her moisture beginning to secrete. She closed her eyes and saw an image of Tim. Tim. Where was he? Was he right outside the door? Should she call to him now, and call this whole thing off?
"That's it, baby. That's it, Lucky. Man, you're making my cock hard. And you're going to make it stay hard, aren't you? You'd like to get your sweet lips around this big 'ol cock of mine, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Rick." She couldn't say anything else.
"You're going to suck me dry and swallow my cum, just like a good little whore."
"If you like, Rick."
"I like. And you're going to get down on the floor and let 'ol Rick fuck you from behind like a big 'ol dog, aren't you, you fuckin' filthy whore?"
Mrs. Cochran was suddenly very frightened. This man was not playing a role. He really didn't like women. And sex for him was a power trip against any woman who was unfortunate enough to find him attractive.
"I'm not a fucking filthy whore," she almost cried. " And this was a terrible mistake. I'm leaving."
She started for the bathroom thinking she could lock herself inside and hope that Tim would come. But Rick was off the bed, taking her by the shoulders and shoving her against the wall.
