Message-ID: <11914eli$9806051549@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jellybean101@my-dejanews.com Subject: Mr. Bounders Gets Car Jacked (non violent, MF... mF?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <6l9b0s$bt4$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Mr. Bounders Gets Car Jacked "I will aaaalwayeees luuuuve youuuuuu," the country singer drawled, while Steve turned on the right blinker and eased onto the exit ramp. Headlights from the other cars whizzed past him as he got off the freeway towards Greenway avenue, then accelerated to make the yellow light. In his shiny sport utility vehicle, Steve Bounders represented that young segment of the American population who possessed blowdried hair, wire-rimmed glasses, the slightest hint of a pot belly beneath his crisp navy suit, and a freshly shaven look that said, "I just got my M.B.A. and this shiny Gucci briefcase so don't mess with me." Yessir, Mr. Bounders was on top of the world. Anyways, the Explorer rolled down the deserted 8th Street, heading home towards a lovely wife and a warm meal. Steve was tempted to run a stop sign with nobody around, but he pulled to a halt anyways for the full three seconds. Suddenly, a figure had yanked open the unlocked door of the passenger side, and jumped into the truck. "What the f..." He turned towards the assailant. A hand rose to cover his eyes, and he felt something hard jammed into his ribs. A feminine voice said, "Look straight ahead and drive, Mr. Bounders, or you can watch me do an appendisectomy for free. Mr. Bounders had no idea what an appendisectomy was, though he suspected there was no such thing. Either way, he knew that he had better watch the road and step on the gas. His voice quavered as he said, "Lady, you can have anything you want. Anything! You want this watch? Rolex! You want the Brooks Brothers outfit? My wallet, credit card, checkbook, anything, okay!?" "Just drive." As they curved around the city park, Steve felt a tug on his pants, and the next thing he new, someone was holding his scared little jimmy with very, very long nails. "Woah! Hey!! Whatever it was poked harder into his side. "Keep driving." Unexpectedly, a woman's head, swirling with green, pink, and blond hair, fell onto his lap, and warm lips engulfed the length of Mr. Happy, who was really more of a Mr. Scared right now. Mr. Bounders was too frightened out of his wits to appreciate this impromptu kidnaping of his appendage, and nearly swerved into an incoming police car from the shock of it. "Lady, what the HELL are you trying to do?" She replied with his dick still in her mouth, "Poww ower an' thut da engin oaaf or ah'll bfite yowah dick oaaff." Then, he felt teeth... Her incisors and the words "dick" and "off" were enough to convince Mr. Bounders to pull into one of the city park's car lots and shut off the engine. Candy's head began to rise, and with the movement of her tongue and the graze of her teeth, his breath caught in his throat. It took a few more bobs of her head and his uneasily growing erection to jolt him into reality. Mr. Bounders gingerly placed his hands over her head and tapped her. "Unggh... pardon me, miss...oooh....may I ask what is going on? Ow!" The hand with the nails released its hold, and Steve saw it reappear in front of him, holding what appeared to be a white business card. The front of the card was for some insurance company, but the hand flipped over and he saw something handwritten in blue ink. Alternating between the median and the card, his eyes followed the words: "Honey, I am so tired of you coming home and jumping me like some horny cow. I'm swamped with work tonight, so I've hired Candy here to get you off before you arrive. There's pizza in the oven and some beer in the fridge. Don't knock on my office when you get back. Love, Leanne." "Leanne?" he asked incredulously, "Is this for real?" He loved his wife for her passion and the occasional kink, but this was...this was nuts! His nuts, more precisely, at the mercy of a total stranger! Candy hummed a most deliciously emphatic "umm-humm..." and hunched over to take even more of his stiffening length in her throat. She didn't dare let him out of her mouth for fear of allowing him a split second to escape, so she maintained her capture of his most cherished organ. Mr. Bounders' hands tried to ease her head away, but every time he applied pressure, he got a warning nip that achieved a lightning-quick result. Resigned to his fate, Mr. Bounders lay his hands on her delicate shoulders and rubbed them absentmindedly while her lips, teeth, tongue, and throat worked their charm. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" exclaimed Mr. Bounders, as he felt several fingers dig beneath his fly, and out flopped Mr. Happy's cousins, Ernie and Bert. Candy's hot pink nails strummed dangerously across the wrinkled sac. He tried desperately to pull his testicals away from her hand with inner muscles he never knew existed, but between the threat of her teeth and those nails - they had to be fake to be so sharp, didn't they? - there really was nowhere to go. He flipped on the radio and heard someone sing: "And another one bites the dust. Aaaaand another one bites and another one bites and another one bites the dust." Nope. Wrong station. He could feel Candy giggle at the song, bouncing him against her throat. While her fingers scurried across his balls, Candy's salivating mouth continued to rise and fall against its prisoner. She let her tongue twirl around the head, felt the tug and sway of flushed skin, then stroked his underside with a deft, lingual flip. He could smell peaches wafting up from her bobbing hair. Squick, squock, squick, squock. Well lubricated, her lips rode his shaft, her tongue bumped his across his phallic bulb and slid along that short ridge of skin below. The windows of the Explorer fogged, and the interior cabin echoed the thrush of heavy breathing, while crickets chirped outside. "Womennnnnn 'kin teeeelllll, the kind 'o mannnn yooouuu arrrre, bah the wayeeeee he draahves his truck." Oh, good. Hadn't heard that song in a while. "Yeeeehaaah and all of that," Mr. Bounders muttered. His hands held the steering wheel in a death grip while he gazed ahead with wide eyes like a possessed race car driver. Candy tittered, but kept truckin' as she hummed along with the crooning singer for several minutes. Squick squock. Squick Squock. Squick squick squick. Hmmmm.... hmm.... her mouth vibrated with the chorus. He stared without seeing at the shadowy trees, and then whimpered a bit as she rose up with suction, up to the tip of his dick, and caught the flesh of those miniature lips in the light vise of her teeth. She held him like that, pinched and barely breathing; the rest of his skin, glistening wet, chilled in the open air, while she kneaded his balls with the palm of her hand and his dick with her thumb. "ooh... owwww... ooooh.... uhmmm, miss? Miss Candy? I just thought you'd want to know that I'm about t...OOH, GOWD OH LORD!" At that moment, her fingers closed tightly into a fist with his testes still inside, while her mouth softened into a hot oral groove that plunged down, cascading over his head and venous trunk until her lips crashed against his base. Candy's entire mouth - lips, cheeks, and all - gripped him forcefully, and her tongue insistently undulated in waves while her throat tried to swallow him again and again. Poor Mr. Bounders! He thought Candy was surely going to suck his prick right off! He unsuccessfully tried to warn her that he couldn't hold back any longer; "Please! I... GOD!... I can't... you know, miss Candy, I'm about... huhUH.. to... UGGNNNGHHHHH!!!!!!!" Thrashing and writhing, Mr. Bounder could think of nothing but the explosive ecstacy of her simmering mouth. His eyes rolled back and his throat constricted. She continued massaging his scrotum and milking him with her tightly clamped mouth, hanging on for dear life. With her middle finger, Candy wedged a knuckle against his perineum, bracing against his jerking hips as he pumped into her gullet. "Thank gawd I'm a country booyeeeee!" Strum, strum, strum went the radio. Despite the soundproofing inside the truck, Mr. Bounders' little rodeo imitation had banged Candy's head against the steering wheel several times while his feet mashed the pedals in triumphant elation. Drivers passing by heard the horn go off sporadically, and saw the brake lights flashing. It looked as if someone had set off a car alarm, but nobody bothered to stop and check. One patrolman, however, was strolling around the park, and noticed the commotion. He cautiously approached the tinted windows and turned on his flashlight, but saw nothing in the glare of its reflection. Probably just another damned park squirrel running across the roof. Mr. Bounders was terrified by the bright light, and he had hidden himself by pulling his suit jacket over his head. He didn't dare peek up until he heard the last footstep fade away. When he got up the nerve to look around, Candy had already left the truck, leaving only the white notecard and an empty tube of lipstick on her seat. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- A WORD: Ciao! This is my first story... hope it lit your flame, or at least made you giggle. It would be so helpful if I could get some kind of review so I'll know what to improve in the future. Thanks! You can put this post anywhere you want as long as my name's somewhere on it, and if people can read it for free. Dedicated to my favorite Internet erotica writer, Ann Douglas. ooh-la-la.. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/ Now offering spam-free web-based newsreading -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----