The Kindness of Strange Women

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: Our hapless protagonist wakes up with no memory of last night and finds himself naked and erect out hundreds of miles from home in Southern California. He has to get home, but it seems like only women of wildly varying temperaments are going to be there for him.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Part 1
• Part 2
• Part 3
• Part 4

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Title: The Kindness of Strange Women
Author: SoftGameHunter

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One of my occasional femdom stories from the archives. I was reviewing it this morning and got worked up enough that when my wife woke up I let her put me in cuffs and have some fun. Lucky she's not as sadistic as I am. Anyway, enjoy.

PS, when I wrote this I'd never used an Uber, so if they operate here like taxis with a different name, that's why.
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The Kindness of Strange Women

Part 1


I woke up thirsty and with a bit of a headache. Bright light was everywhere, and I realized I was outside. Lying on some parched, dusty dirt. Somehow I was naked, dumped in a heap in some big empty commercial lot by the freeway. I saw trucks and cars whizzing by up and over, a few hundred feet away. I wasn’t sure how visible I was to them, but I was just lying naked on the ground sporting a killer hardon. My cock hurt, and I felt it to find signs of heavy use. I’d been having sex? Pretty rough, from the look and tenderness.

I looked around more. I saw light industry and commercial, not a lot of people. I had to be way outside downtown. I remembered clubbing it, which I don’t normally bother with. Some guys and gals from the office. No one sleazy. But here I was, maybe hours from home, naked. This was not fun. Not good. I got up and moved away from the freeway towards the warren of low-built industrial buildings. Which one, I had to wonder. Which one to walk into stark naked and erect to get ‘help’ from whatever band of teamsters ran the place? A naked girl in my place might fear being raped, but realistically it was a hundred to one she’d get some Galahad to wrap her in his jacket and drive her home himself before she was in any real danger. Me? Probably not a rape worry. But sympathy would be around zero. I’d probably see a jail cell before I saw my living room.

I got off the hot dirt onto hot cement and spotted what looked like a bus stop a way off. Good enough. I headed over, wondering if I was being watched. There were buildings and cars parked. It probably wasn’t lunch time. I saw no one in person and walked up to the bench. I checked the sign and saw it was a private shuttle line, not a municipal bus stop. It served the neighboring job sites, connecting to shuttle lots further out. The map looked expansive. And it was clear I was nowhere near LA’s urban center anymore. I hadn’t seen such sparse nothingness in years. I barely knew LA after living there a month. This was just boondocks.

I stood there and a bus came up. Now or never. Worse, the driver was a woman. Blonde. Older than me. She stopped and no one got off. It was running empty. I stood at the door. She looked down at me, at my bobbing cock, still saluting. It was a mixture of worry and amusement.

“Uh, hi. Sorry. I’m in a bit of a situation here,” I said.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Does this bus go into town?”

“Not a chance,” she said. “You’d need, um, four or five connections to get to a city line from here. And they charge.”

“Well, that was my next question.”

“You’d have to hire a charter,” she said. “And they also charge for that.”

“Uh, I’m really in dire straights here,” I said to her as she sat there trying not to grin. “I’m not some pervert. I don’t know what happened to me. I just woke up over there by the freeway. Like this.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ve got nothing. No money. No debit card hidden up my butt. This is all I’ve got. I could really use some kind of help, ma’am.”

“So I gathered. But you’re twice my size. I could really regret letting you on, and I’m not giving you money.”

“It’s not like I’d go buy booze with it,” I said, but she didn’t respond. “Could you call it in at least? Report this to, somebody?”

“I think a squad car is the only option,” she said. Somehow it came to that.

“Yeah, I guess that’s better than nothing,” I said. “Go ahead. Please, call the cops. I’m out of options.”

She closed the door on me and I saw her getting on the radio. I just shuffled around in the heat, wondering if my cock was going to soften up at all, ever. The bus didn’t leave, though, and a while later, maybe ten minutes, a cop car pulled up to me. The tinted windows gave nothing away as my fate rolled up to me. This was going to be awkward. But then it got still worse when two women cops got out. They beelined straight for me. I put my hands up.

“You going to cause trouble?” one of them, officer Peroux asked me.

“Not planning to. I’m just kind of stuck here,” I said. “I woke up like this. I don’t know what happened.”

“Okay,” she said, taking out a pair of handcuffs. “I’m going to handcuff you. It’s for your own protection. Do you want to cooperate?”

“I’m not going to fight you,” I said. “But it’s sure as hell not for my protection.” I didn’t struggle as she locked my wrists behind me.

The other one, officer Vasquez, meanwhile had gone over to talk to the bus driver. I saw the two of them coming over to us. “Yeah, well it was reported as a sex crime,” Vasquez was saying. “And that means two women to make the response call.”

“Has he made any kind of threatening movement?” Piroux asked.

“Him? No. He just was standing. But his cock was hard already,” the driver lady said, pointing to my penis.

“Alright, what’s your story?” she asked me. I recounted everything, all five minutes. They just nodded. The fact that I was handcuffed naked with a hard-on on a public sidewalk didn’t seem to faze them in the slightest.

“Alright, we’re placing you in the back of the squad car,” Vasquez said. “It’s for your own protection.” I still didn’t argue. They put me in back and closed the door. I knew it was locked on the inside. So I sat there, cuffed and stark naked. Eventually the pair returned and let me out.

“I’ve decided to let you off with a warning to be more careful,” Piroux said.

“More careful? Ma’am, I don’t know what happened. Now I have no way to get home. I can’t even get arrested.

“You shouldn’t want to get arrested,” Piroux replied. She nodded to the bus driver and the two of them left. I was left just standing there in the heat.

“What the hell!”

“I guess you weren’t doing anything aggressive,” the driver said. “I told them you didn’t even touch yourself once.”

“Touch touch touch!” I said, poking my granite cock. She actually laughed.

“Come on, I guess I’m a sucker for a boy in distress. I’ll give you a lift to the depot. I’m done my shift.”

“Thank you!” I said. She opened the door and let me on. As I went to sit down, she interrupted me.

“So, do you know you have writing on your butt?”

“No, no I don’t know that. What does it say?”

“Hold still and let me read it,” she said. Then she giggled.

“What is it? This isn’t funny.”

“Sorry, I,” she laughed again. “It’s not that funny, I know. But, oh, here’s a picture.” Before I knew it she used her phone to take a picture of my ass and show it to me. I saw that in indelible ink someone had written a few arrows around my buttocks, all pointed to my ass. And ‘Insert Ladyfingers Only’ was written across it all. I also saw light marks, whip marks.

“Someone had a good night,” she said. “Go on, have a seat. If you can.” She laughed again.

“It doesn’t hurt or anything,” I said, taking a seat near the front.

“Who are you, anyway?” she asked.

“John,” I said. I saw her name tag and CDL license copy listed her as Lori Gladwell. Lori was enjoying her day. She started the bus moving we hadn’t gone more than a mile when she began to curse. Then she got on the radio.

“It’s out again,” she said. “What do you think I mean?” I couldn’t hear the other side, but it sounded like a recurring problem. “Hell yeah, gladly. Mark me down,” she finally said before putting the handset aside.

“Problem?” I asked.

“The onboard tracking computer’s died again. It doesn’t look like it’s coming up again.”

“So, are we going to stall out?”

“No, it drives fine. But it can’t do a shift without things like GPS, mileage tracking, passenger counts, all the shit with running the business. I have to go get it replaced, so huge overtime mileage for me.”

“Fuck. Do I need to leave?”

“It might be your lucky day. Service has to be done at the regional center. I’m driving to LA. Now. And if you don’t tell, I won’t.”

“Hell yeah. Thanks!” Finally, some good news. So we turned and got onto the freeway, and I realized how far out we were. It was going to be an hour just to get into the urban area, and probably another four or five after that to reach the city center given the usual jams. Maybe less on the weekend.

“So, what to talk about,” she said. “I don’t get a lot of time with naked men on the job.”

“This is all new to me, Lori,” I said.

“Looks like you had a great night. I wish I’d been there.”

“Me too. I mean me being there.”

“But not me?” she asked.

“Well, sure. Never say no to the woman giving me a ride home. I mean, that’s just wise advice always, and doubly so now.”

She laughed again. “Oh, I’m safer than that. However much I’d love to sexually abuse a man, I don’t have the guts.”

“That’s good to know, because I’m really vulnerable here. You have no idea how humiliating and just plain frightening this is.”

We rode in silence for a while, letting the freeway pass below us. But Lori spoke up again. “I’m sorry, but this is driving me nuts. You’ve got to know how having a naked man trapped on my bus alone with me makes me feel.”

“Scared. I’m sorry,” I replied.

“No, not scared. Really turned on. My heart’s racing and I just want to do dirty talk with you. But that’s not fair to you. You clearly didn’t ask for this.”

“Well, you’re my rescuer,” I said. “I’m not a damsel, but I was certainly in distress. I can talk to you if you want.”

“Okay, but I still feel kind of bad about it. I mean, I’m sitting here in control of the bus, and I have all my clothes on. But you’re probably scared and confused. And naked. And you, you know, are having, um, a reaction.” She stopped, blushing. Funny, she’s blushing and I’m the naked one.

“Reaction? Am I getting a rash or something?” I asked.

She sort of laughed. “But, it’s about, um, being you. Like this. Like, are you really aroused like this, or is your penis just sort of bobbing there on its own without doing anything?”

“Both. It’s not going away and it really should have by now. I don’t know what’s going on down there, I really don’t. But yeah, I’m also feeling way more aroused than I should, considering, you know.”

“Well, John, I could always pull off somewhere and we could, um, have a moment.”

This was not what I expected. Or Lori, from her awkward delivery. I took a better look at her. About forty something. I didn’t actually have to guess. Her license copy listed her age as forty-three. Blonde, on the dark side. Thin and firm. Not much chest, really. A working woman without a lot going on, but easy on the eyes overall.

Right away she looked frantic, like she’d gone too far. Like she wanted me to decline so she could tell herself she tried. She didn’t let a chance go by without the effort to shag a naked guy on her bus.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked her.

“Never mind! Sorry!” she blurted out. I had a feeling she was now learning what lots of guys feel when they aim out of their league or something. We’ve all been there. But I was also learning something about how underdressed women have to put on a brave face even when they’re really fucking vulnerable.

I felt kind of bad. She actually would be a decent lay, it seemed. It didn’t occur to me she’d give up so fast. I wasn’t trying to shoo her away. Least of all because she was my ride!

“Don’t fret it,” I said. “I was just wondering.” Wondering what I was trying to do here. But then, I had more reason to be flustered and incoherent than Lori did.

“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I don’t want to coerce you or anything. I’m not some cougar out to take advantage of younger men.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’m not in a position to be offended.” Again, no idea what I was saying by then. I actually was very much in that position. If our roles were reversed, Lori would be fearing for her life by then. I was just really humiliated, not endangered. I wasn’t offended, but sure was allowed to be. “Nothing wrong with aggressive cougars. Some young guys wouldn’t get laid without them.”

“I just wouldn’t dream of being aggressive. You’ve just got me wound up, you know? I mean, it’s not you! Not your fault, I mean. Sorry, I’m not handling this well. This doesn’t happen to me very much.”

“Naked men on the bus?”

“Yeah. Naked men on the bus. At least, one’s I don’t have to call the cops on and get kicked off.”

“You’re doing me a huge favor. Just relax and enjoy it. I won’t begrudge you that. For you, this is a good day.”

“Yeah.”

“Besides, you already called the cops.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry. Wearing handcuffs was just what I needed to make my morning complete.”

“Really sorry.”

“Not necessary,” I said more directly. “You did what you needed. You should always look out for your needs. Always.”

“Uh huh.” She seemed more wound up than before. I think she really wanted to flirt. Or fuck. Or more. She was just shy and scared to try. And she really did seem like an okay lay. I wanted to make her feel comfortable with the situation. And I soon realized that she did. Maybe I convinced her to go after what she wanted. Maybe time worked in her favor.

I didn’t think anything of it when we pulled off the freeway. It’s not like I knew where we were going. Albeit, we were nowhere near home for me. She pulled into a light industrial area. It was quiet on a Sunday. I assumed the maintenance facility was there. But she pulled into a parking lot. Then she stopped the engine.

“What’s wrong now?” I asked her as she turned to face me better.

“Nothing. I just wanted to be face to face while we talk. That’s fine with you, isn’t it?”

“Uh, sure,” I said. She was staring at my body so hard I thought she might forget to blink.

“You’re talking a lot about what you owe me, aren’t you?”

“I do owe you,” I said.

“And I know guys are always looking for sex, so you should enjoy it too, if we stopped and got friendlier, wouldn’t you?”

“Um,” I said, unclear on what I could say. Lori was sending out mixed signals. Her tone was timid, like this was role playing. But we’d obviously discussed nothing. Was she hoping I would resist her? Or eagerly beg her for sex?

“Besides, you owe me. You said it yourself, John.”

“Yeah.”

She got up and reached under the seat for an emergency roadside maintenance kit. It was a big container and she opened it on the other front seat. “You don’t mind putting my mind at ease, do you? You seem nice, but you’re a big guy and could hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I said. But she got a role of duct tape.

“Put your hands behind your back. Stand up.”

Could I have stopped her? Probably, though a knee to my balls would have ended any confrontation really quickly. But she was my ride and I had no choice, really. I crossed my wrists behind my back and she taped them, secure enough that I would not break free on my own. I turned back and caught her grinning before putting a serious expression on her face again.

“Lie down on the floor, in the aisle,” she said.

“Okay.” I started to lie down but she actually kicked my buttock. Not hard, but enough.

“Face down!”

Face down? This was getting severe. Maybe she wasn’t the shy lady I thought. I laid down with my stiff cock pressed awkwardly against my belly. She then literally sat on my ass facing away and used the tape to bind my ankles. Again, I wasn’t getting out on my own.

Now she slid up so she sat on my back, on my bound arms. “I think, I’d like to give you a fun spanking. You don’t mind that, do you?”

How nice of her to ask. “I guess not,” I said. What was I going to do? Object?

She began slapping my ass with her hands. She didn’t start light, either. Each slap stung and she wasn’t going slow, either. However playful she thought she was, I really couldn’t stop her. Not bound and sat on. So I had to take each slap and she was really getting into it. She was not a weak woman, either. My wincing turned to grunting. Then louder as I began to cry out with each slap. “That’s enough!”

“No it is not!” she replied, spanking me faster and still harder. I couldn’t stop it. I tried to wriggle out from under her, but no go. So I had to lie there and just try to endure it. I couldn’t stop it. I could only cry out in pain as she beat on me.

But it finally ended. Lori was breathing hard from her exertions. I was just lying there trembling. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she asked.

“No, no, I guess not,” I had to say.

“Hey, want something cool and soothing for that ass of yours?”

“Oh, sure. Okay,” I said. I didn’t know what she was getting at until I heard her rummaging in the tool box. Cool metal. But before I could say more I felt the cool slick metal slide between my buttocks and press at my anus. I didn’t even see what she’d picked but I groaned in real distress as she jammed the tool up my ass, hard and deep. She wiggled it around and suddenly I felt like I might cum right on the floor. She’d obviously hit my prostate.

“What the fuck did you do?” I cried. She replied with a two-handed slap on my sore ass.

“No back talking!” Then she got up and pulled at one arm. I’d been lying face-down too long so I helped her help me to turn over. My cock aimed at the ceiling, harder than ever as I laid on the protruding part of whatever was in my ass, moving it around my innards and playing my prostate like a drum.

I watched her get undressed. At last I’d get something visual. And she didn’t disappoint. I feared she might just remove the pants or something, but she got naked. It was as I expected. She was a pretty good hardbody for her age. She was a strong working woman and her tits were pretty good. Not that I was in a position to be judging her. She sat back down, mounting me and wrapping her extremely slick pussy around my cock. It was so nice! She thrust onto me a few times and almost right away I blew my load up into her. But she just kept going, riding me hard, even as each slide became an overloaded feeling for me. I groaned more as she kept it up.

“Oh yeah, you like this, isn’t that right?” she asked. I nodded. She kept sliding and soon she cried out as she came as well. But it only slowed her for twenty seconds or so. She soon was thrusting over me again. She had to be multi-orgasmic. Whatever was in me kept me hard even though I was in agony after finishing. But she kept at it and a few minutes later had her second orgasm. And she still kept at it.

Eventually my cock recovered and I was feeling it right again. Lori came a third time. And a fourth. She must have really wanted it. She was sweating hard even with the bus AC still running, but I came again as she kept at it. I was more than done when she had her fifth. And finally her arms gave out and she fell forward onto me, her cunt still clutching my cock. I smelled her hair, disheveled and spread out over my face.

We both laid like that for a good five minutes before she shakily got back to her feet. She paused to use her phone to take some pictures of me lying there, bound and helpless. Then she got dressed. She stood over me for a moment, lost in whatever was on her mind.

“Penny for your thoughts,” I finally said.

“Yeah. Should I untie you?” I had no answer for her. Yes. Or no. I said nothing. And finally she sat down, started up the engine, and we drove off. We were soon back on the freeway. I couldn’t see anything now, with the windows up high.

“I’m going to remember this day forever,” she finally said after another hour on the road.

“I don’t think I’ll be forgetting it either,” I told her. We continued rolling into town.

The traffic wasn’t anywhere near what I thought it would be. After a while longer we were off the freeway and pulling into someplace. Lori stopped the bus and came back to pull the tape off me. “You’re a, um, good sport,” she said to me.

“That’s me. Good sport,” I said.

“I hope I read you right,” she said. “That was, well, a fantasy of mine. You gave the right answers, you know. So, um…”

“It’s good,” I said. I knew what I’d said. Arguably, I couldn’t have resisted her without a bad outcome. Arguably, I’d been raped? In truth, Lori had been so halting in her talk I didn’t know what to think. She might have just driven on if I refused her. Or she might have worked up the courage to force the encounter, and maybe leave my taped naked ass on the sidewalk back at the parking lot where we stopped.

She plucked the tool from my ass and back into the case. I never saw what it was. A wrench, probably. Maybe a ratchet.

Getting off the bus at the repair center was awkward, but there was almost no one there on a Sunday. She was just dropping it off. Still, awkward with the shift manager. We went outside.

“Okay, thanks,” I said. “I’m still miles from home, but…”

“I hired you an Uber,” she said. “I’m going back home. But this one is paid for. My treat. I hope you can get in the door.”

“There’s a main office for the complex,” I said. Manned mostly by women. Another thing to look forward to. Then both Ubers drove in. Sure enough, mine had the woman at the wheel. She glared daggers at me, but Lori had a quiet word with her first.

“Get in. In back,” the woman said. I did so and watched as Lori took off in her ride. The woman got it. “Got an address?” she asked. I told her. She nodded and got us on the freeway.

“So, your lady friend back there said you’re a dude in distress. Had a foggy night last night?”

“I don’t remember anything.”

“She also said you’re a good sport?”

“Is that what she said?”

“Yep. Her words.”

“I suppose so,” I said.

“Interesting. Very, very interesting,” she said. I looked out the window. Was this even my way home?

[JTCK]

That's a great story so far. I really wonder what will happen next? Will it stay this moderate, or will it get harder for him?

[SoftGameHunter]

Part 2


So there I was. Naked. Erect. Strung out emotionally, what with the whole memory loss and being kinda-sorta raped by Lori the bus driver. Rather hungry too, I came to realize. And I wasn’t really sure if we were headed the right way home.

“Is this the fastest route home?” I asked the woman. She was in her twenties, so a lot younger than Lori. Not that I should have been thinking that way but I was.

“Is that your address?” she asked, pointing at the screen in the dash.

“Yeah.”

“Then this is the way home,” she said curtly.

“I just, sorry, it just seems like we’re going around, and, never mind. Sorry. I’m a little out of it.”

“So you think I’m cheating you?” she asked.

“I’m just trying to get my bearings.”

She took the next exit. “We’ll go a different route if that’s what you want,” she said.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay, really. I am. I don’t know the city and I’m weirded out. I apologize.”

“Well we’re committed now,” she said as we passed through the interchange and onto a different freeway. I don’t even know which was which. But we cruised along for a good minute before the traffic slowed and finally crept to a near halt. And now, sitting there in the back seat of a low-set Acura, one with no window tinting, I realized that I was in prominent view of most of the other cars. It was a tight squeeze to get me into that seat. My shoulders popped up over the seat back and my upper chest was easily seen through the side window. These alone were no big deal. A guy shirtless in summer was hardly unknown. But the traffic was moving at about five miles an hour and there are lots of trucks and SUVs and larger cars in LA. Lots of time to glance around to the other cars while bored.

And they did. I sat there with everything sticking up or out or whatever, and the looks I got! Some had windows down and there were certainly some shouts about male bodies. Everyone had an opinion. I glanced over in time to see a minivan with windows wide open. Several girls in the back stared and giggled, but the mom in the driver’s seat glared at me with her mouth open in shock and anger before braking and falling back.

“Don’t worry. This only lasts about six miles,” the driver, Kimberly, said to me. Kimberly Morgan. She had to have known about the traffic. She couldn’t have just said “There’s a traffic jam?” But I was in no position to argue with her. We crawled along with me in view of every other car on the road, at least in the lanes on either side of us.

Sure enough, it was an hour later that we got past it and sped back up. “Want to try it my way now?” she asked.

“Whatever you like,” I said.

“You got it, sport.” We drove along for a bit. I was going to just stay quiet. But then she was pulling off again.

“Hey, I know this is not the right exit!” I said.

“It is if you don’t want us to run out of gas,” she retorted. “That delay got the tank a little low, thank you. I do know how to operate a motor vehicle!”

I sat and said nothing as she parked dead center in the pumps. She got out to pump and I sat there as the cars came around us on all sides. I stood out like a goldfish in a bowl. “Hey, that delay left me needing a bathroom break!” she called in through the closed window. “I’ll be back in a couple. You feel like going?”

I shook my head and she walked off. Now alone, I just sat there in the busy station, trying to salvage what dignity I had. And it was the women around that seemed more eager to make that difficult. I was in full view of everyone, but the men had mostly no interest in checking out the pervo sitting naked in the little Acura. The women, though. Different matter.

Five minutes later Kimberly returned and we set off. I just sat there, enduring her tormented driving. “You’re awfully quiet back there, sport. Come on, my job is boring. Talk to me.”

“I’m really not feeling that chatty,” I said. “I’m sure you can understand.”

“What, being gawked at and objectified? Being humiliated, sexually, for what I wear? Nah, no woman could understand that.”

“Come on, why the sarcasm? I said you could understand.”

“I understand that I’m driving my fucking car around town on a Sunday instead of studying to finish my doctorate like I should be. And what do I get for my troubles? Some naked dude with a hard-on sitting in my car! I don’t think I deserve this crap.”

“I’m just going to be silent now,” I said. “Thank you for the ride.”

Just then her phone rang. She adjusted the earpiece and began talking. “Yeah. Yeah. Jeez, Michelle, do you examine my every move on that GPS? Oh, oh. Yeah, it’s your job! Well the guy I’m carrying didn’t want to go the route I tried to take. I didn’t ask for it! Oh, fine, fine. Yeah, fine! Oh Jesus Christ, Michelle!” She paused and hit a button. “My supervisor wants to talk to you. It’s on speaker phone.”

“Hi, am I speaking to, um, Lori? Wait, that can’t be right.”

“She paid. I’m John,” I said.

“Your driver said you requested a different route. That’s going to add to the cost. Are you aware of this?”

“I just asked if we were going the right way. I really wasn’t trying to be confrontational.”

“Okay, I see. Kimberly, take it off speaker.”

“Oh, okay, okay, okay, okay! Okay, yeah. Well I don’t think he’s paying more. The guy is bare assed naked! Yeah, he showed up that way. Yeah, because you said, no, no, no you said–!” She paused. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t have a fucking wallet. The guy is naked. Okay? N, A, K, E, D!” She drove faster as she argued, and the car began swerving more.

“Fine, fine! Fine, take your report slips Michelle and stick them where the sun doesn’t shine! Up your ass, Michelle! Up you stinking ass!” She veered off at another exit and slammed the brakes at the last second. We were, well, somewhere in LA. She turned off and into some mini-mall with half the shops closed up. “Yeah, I stopped! I quit. I’m fucking done with this job! I don’t deserve to be humiliated like this! Oh, well not my problem, Michelle. You care about your ‘liability’ so much, you come get him! You’ve got the GPS!” She hung up the call and then turned off a bunch of the electronics on the dash.

“Um,” I started to say.

“Get out!” she yelled. “Get the fuck out of my car you fucking perverted asshole!”

“Hey, we’re out, here…”

“If I have to grab my gun,” she said coldly. I didn’t wait. I got out of the car. She peeled out but only went about thirty feet before stopping. I stood there. This could have been gangland for all I knew. Naked white guys with hard-ons don’t do well in gangland. But then Kimberly got out of the driver’s seat.

“You want a blanket, there, naked boy?”

“Yes! Very much.”

She paused, looking me over, and looking around. It was a dead strip mall.

“Earn it!” she said, unzipping her shorts and sliding them and her panties down partway down her thighs. “Lick me off!”

I hesitated. But a blanket! I couldn’t pass it up. As much as Kimberly Morgan was the last woman I wanted to pleasure at that moment. I went over, knelt down low, and pushed my face up into her crotch. Her pussy smelled of sweat but otherwise was okay. It was a hot day and she’d probably been driving all day. So I shoved my tongue out and into her, finding her clit as quickly as I was able. It was an awkward position. She was a little short. And worse, I was kneeling on old asphalt. But I steadied myself on her fenders as she leaned against the car and let me give her head. I tongued her deep. I went way in, lapping at her juices. Her copious juices it was turning out. I licked and sucked them into my mouth and I swallowed her juices and tasted everything she had down there.

She breathed harder a bit. “Hey, take a picture, bee-atch! It’ll last longer!” she suddenly shouted at someone. I was so startled I almost fell over. But I kept at it, aware that it wasn’t completely dead out there. There were shops and there were some shoppers. Mostly women, as they were mostly food shops with the requisite hair salon and nail salon and all that stuff.

If Kimberly came, she didn’t show it much. With all my movement and the road noises, including honks, I couldn’t tell. But she suddenly shoved me away. I fell backwards onto my ass. “Good enough,” she said. “Worth a blanket, I guess.”

She turned and got back in the driver’s seat. The engine started up. No blanket.

“Hey, hey!” I shouted.

“Fuck off, pervert!” she shouted as she drove away, leaving me there with a half-dozen Hispanic and one black woman gathered around, about twenty feet away from me. They were eying me, keeping their distance. For a moment I just sat there, but I hurried back onto my feet, trying not to point my erection at any of them. One of them stood there, one hand clutching a purse and the other in the purse, keeping hold on either mace or a gun.

“You don’t belong here!” she said.

[JTCK]

I think it's getting nastier now Poor guy... but what an original idea with his lasting errection and nakedness!

[SoftGameHunter]

Yes. He never had a chance that Lori's timid manhandling would be as far as it goes.