by Lolita T. Wattlicks
I met Sam at a biker shop. She had on a black wife-beater, a dark leather vest, spiked cuffs, and levi jeans that were stuffed with a very large, protruding dildo. She was buying leather goods that made me wet as I imagined them on her 500 lb body. I took a chance and whispered in her ear, "are you thirsty? Cause I'm really, really wet..." i could smell the odor of her body, raunchy... yet... good.
She quickly paid and without a word, grabbed my wrist and led me into the men's bathroom at a nearby gas station.
I was so excited that I didn't realize I had farted until the smell reached my nose.
"Oops... I think I did it again!" I said.
"I've always wanted to spank Brittney..." she said forcefully. With a naughty glare in her eyes, Sam pushed me hard against the gas station wall. "YOU'VE BEEN A VERY BAD, DIRTY GIRL!!!" she bellowed. From them on it was just a mad jumble of leather, lube, folds of her generous skin, and of course lots and lots of smelly twat.
"HARDER!!!" I yelled as she broke out the spanker.
"CALL ME DADDY!!!" she threatened loudly.
"Daaa.... Daaa... DAAA...."
"SAY IT YOU DIRTY WHORE!!!!"
"DDAAAAAAAAADDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!!" i screamed in ecstacy at the top of my lungs.
I was too busy enjoying myself as I listened contentedly to the slap-slap-slapping noise of her steady, hard spanking to realize that a small and probably illegal asian man was pounding on the door.
"I NEED TO GO PISS... IF YOU NO GET OUT I PISS ALL OVER YOU CAR!! OR MAYBEE YOU LET ME IN ON FUN SPANKEE-SPANKEE!!! I OKAY THAT YOU HO-NY LEZZIE GI-LS!!!"
Although I would have enjoyed a little cultural menagee' trois, Daddy threw open the door and punched the man in the balls before i could protest. Not that I really wanted to - seeing her crush him in the many layers of her sweaty, red fat turned me on all over again.
But it was time to quit for the day. An old man with a stackfull of cheap porno had snuck into the smelly, used bathroom when daddy's back was turned. We could hear the slapping of his old, wrinkled member and decided it was time to go home. After we exchanged numbers, she climbed onto her manly motorcycle and drove away.
As i drove home, trying not to sit on my tender ass, I smiled as i remembered Daddy, the gas-station, the spanking, and the chink. And i wet myself all over again.
