Rebecca watched as the waitress went to the man. He would be a suitable fucker, she thought. Not particularly tall – maybe five-foot-six – he had thinning hair and a hawkish nose that looked like it had been broken several times. There was something dangerous about the man, some aura Rebecca couldn't exactly put her finger on that said he had been through the toughest parts of the world and found them to be not as tough as he was.
"Hello, my name's Shell," he said, sitting next to Rebecca.
"Shell? That's an interesting name."
"It stands for Sheldon. What's your name?"
"Does it matter?" Rebecca looked him in the eyes. There was an unspoken challenge between them and Shell was more than willing to throw his hat – or cock, as the case may be – into the ring.
"I guess not. Shall we go?"
Rebecca took a big gulp of her drink for courage, then accepted the man's arm. They stepped outside and the bright sunlight nearly blinded them. Shell ushered Rebecca to his car, a red Lincoln Continental. She got in and slid over in the seat so her hip touched Shell's.
"Where to?" Shell asked.
"Does it matter?"
Shell started the engine, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
"As long as you're a woman of few words, why don't you show me that your lips don't go completely to waste?"
Rebecca laughed and kicked her feet out in the seat so that she lay sideways. As the car pulled out of the parking lot, Rebecca couldn't help but think how strange it was to be holding a cock in her hand – the cock of a stranger at that – while in a car in the middle of the day. She stroked the hot tube of his cock and watched it grow in her hand. Like the rest of Shell, his cock was short and stocky. In fact, his prick was so thick that she couldn't touch her thumb to her fingers with the prick in her hand.
"Yes," Rebecca murmured softly. "This is what I wanted. This is exactly what I wanted." She stroked his prick and kissed the cockhead lightly. His prick quivered in her hand, pulsating strongly with Shell's heartbeat.
"Don't just play with the fucker," Shell said, reaching out and putting his hand on Rebecca's ass. "Suck the son of a bitch!"
Rebecca opened her mouth wide and took the mushroom-shaped cockhead between her lips. Her tongue lashed out, frisking along the cockhead and down over the shank. Those cock-hungry lips of hers chewed tenderly on the taut skin of the head, then pushed down, taking the entire crown into her hot, wet orifice.
"Suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!"
Rebecca, sprawled sideways on the seat, raised her knee. Shell rubbed her pussy through her parts, pressing down hard with his palm and feeling the warmth of her cunt. He looked down briefly and watched her head bobbing up and down and wished he could see her lips caressing his cock, just feeling her wonderful blow-job.
Shell's hand rubbed against Rebecca's clit and sent bolts of hot pleasure through her veins. The hotter her cunt got, the faster and harder she sucked on the meat filling her mouth. Rebecca jerked her head up and down, her lips squeezed tight around his cock while her ass twitched. She needed a good fucking, and the cock in her mouth promised to pleasure her better than any one she had known. Extremely hard, very thick, Shell's cock was just the medicine she needed to feel better.
"Here we are," Shell said, pulling the Lincoln into the parking lot of a motel. "Just the place to go where nobody will talk."
"Let's hurry," Rebecca added, sitting up in the car. "I'm so horny right now I could die."
Shell tucked his prick back in his pants and tried unsuccessfully to hide the bulge with his coat. Still, he didn't really care. The motel's management knew most of its customers and didn't bother asking questions. For that reason it had a healthy set of regular customers.
Shell got the room while Rebecca paced nervously outside. He escorted her to the room and, once inside, she immediately dropped to her knees and started sucking his prick again.
"You really are one hot bitch," Shell said, watching Rebecca's beautiful face sliding along his cock.
He took off his suit coat, tie and shirt, then kicked off his shoes. Rebecca was panting and moaning, tossing her head back and forth over his prick.
"Come off that for a bit and let's get undressed," Shell said. Rebecca took his cock deep in her mouth one last time, then uncorked it from her lips, letting out a low, sad sigh of displeasure. Shell sat on the bed and she crawled over to him. Rebecca peeled off his socks slowly, then helped him take off his pants. When he was finally naked, she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I'm going to give you the best striptease show of your life," she said, taking a few steps back so he would have a better view of her.
Shell leaned back on the bed, the weight on his elbows as his cock angled skyward. Rebecca slowly unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time. Taking if off, she threw her blouse at Shell and he caught it, smiling. Next she kicked off her shoes, sending them sailing through the air in Shell's direction. Rebecca slithered out of her pants, pulling down her pantyhose in the same motion. Finally she unfastened her bra and dropped that to the floor. Then, completely naked, she stood before Shell with her hands on her hips.
"Well, damn it, do you like what you see?"
"What do you think?" Shell replied, grabbing his cock by the base and shaking it in Rebecca's direction. His prick was rigid, waiting impatiently to stab deep into her pussy.
"I think your prick likes what it sees," Rebecca said with a chuckle. She walked closer, her rosy nipples jiggling slightly with each step. Rebecca felt young and alive and very desirable. She felt like a beautiful woman who was worthy of being desired, and that made her have more self-worth than she had known in a long, long time.
"Let me eat your snappy pussy," Shell said, running her fingers lightly over his upraised cock.
Rebecca pushed him backward on the bed, then straddled his head with her knees. Shell squeezed her ass, then pulled her gaping cunt lower. His tongue sought and found her clit, digging deeply into her honey-flavored slit. As his tongue worked miracles on Rebecca, she was rolling her hard nipples between her fingers, adding fuel to the growing flame in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Lick my pussy," she begged, rotating her hips so that Shell's hot tongue would scrape over every sensitive spot on her swat. "Eat me, lover! Eat my cunt!"
Looking down, all Rebecca could see between the mounds of her tits was the very top of Shell's head. His eyes were closed and his nose was buried in the thick patch of curly blonde hair above her snatch.
"Yeahhhhhhh! Eat my pussy," Rebecca hissed, wiggling her ass a little faster as the flames of passion grew hotter in her body.
Then they quickly switched to a sixty-nine position. Shell was stretched out on his side with Rebecca's legs tightly wrapped around his head. As his tongue flicked and scraped over her juicy pussy, Rebecca's hot lips were traveling over the delicious pole of hard meat between Shell's legs. Her sucking was often halted when she would moan, arching her neck, thoroughly thrilled with the tongue in her snatch.
"Yeah, Shell! Eat me, baby!" she cooed, churning her hips against the invading tongue. And then she fisted his prick near her face, watching how it quivered at her touch. Her pink tongue flicked over the head, flashing around the taut knob briefly before she stretched her lips wide and took his cock into her mouth.
Rebecca took as much of Shell's fat, hard prick into her mouth as she could. Her jaws ached from being opened too wide for so long, but she didn't care. It felt so damn wonderful – both physically and psychologically – to have his cock in her mouth and to have a man want her body as much as Shell did, that Rebecca wouldn't have cared if the room was on fire. She wasn't going to miss this for anything.