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On The Side of the Road
🕑 Added 2018-09-21 20:48:34 +0000 UTCStopping at the stop sign, Miles looked over at the lovely girl in the passenger seat of his car. Kamala was even more of an erotic vision than he had thought. The sheer prettiness of her face was tantalizing. Her breasts were small and very firm, with candy-pink nipples showing through her shirt, delicious and suckable. Her tight little ass was a dream.
“Pull over,” Kamala said suddenly, as Miles gassed them forward, and he obligingly maneuvered the sedan over to the curb, stopping in the shade of the oak tree—not that shade much mattered in the evening, in that magic hour when the world was dark but the streetlights hadn’t come on yet.
“What is it?” Miles asked.
Kamala undid her seatbelt. “We can’t exactly fuck right here on the street, alright? If we got caught, I’d be grounded for life. But if you’re so desperate to get off, I’ll give you a quick handjob, then we can find somewhere more private and you can fuck me.”
“I don’t… want to…” Miles tried to argue, as Kamala reached over and unbuckled his belt.
“Sure you don’t,” Kamala said, her hand going to his groin. She raised an eyebrow, impressed by the size and heat and hardness of his manhood. She opened his zipper.
Miles’s eyes were closed. He was gaping like a fish out of water. The rasp of his zipper lowering was echoing in his ears. He was in no condition to turn Kamala down.
He rationalized: it was a crazy idea, sure, but if he let her give him a handjob, that would take the pressure off and he wouldn’t be tempted to fuck her. And fucking her would be a really, really bad idea.
Her hand slid into his fly.
She hauled his cock out.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, seeing just how huge and rigid it was. It rose as high as the hub of the steering wheel. “What a dick!” she gasped happily.
She wasn’t touching it anymore. Kamala was simply staring with fascination at the massive tool she had aroused. Her eyes glowed. She licked her lips.
“Wow, wouldn’t it be something to have a cock like that in my mouth?” She shot a furtive glance all around. The street was empty. Miles whimpered.
“But I’d better not. You’ve already got your eyes closed—I don’t think you’d notice much except for me giving you a blowjob. And one of us should be keeping an eye out so we don’t get caught.”
Miles couldn’t take anymore. He reached over and fondled her pert breasts, unbuttoning her sweater, working her breasts out of her pink bra. He leaned down to kiss both of them as Kamala breathed harder and harder. He slipped his jeans down, wiggling out of his underwear, and pointed his stiff cock at Kamala.
“Oh fuck it,” Kamala said, stretching her neck to look out the windshield while he lowered her body to the bench seat.
Comments
Shendude
Well, that's certainly exciting!
Thank you for writing this. I know you haven't used Kamala before, does writing the character hold any interest for you?
