1. A ONE NIGHT STAND: THE BEAT GOES ON


    Date: 1/6/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Hardcore, Male / Females, Mature, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    It’s any rainy autumn night in the city. Cars swish by and splash water on the sidewalks, colored lights blur in moistened vision and the noise of the city pervades the dank air. Follow the course of water in the streets as it spins around grates and escapes away into darkness, now light and darkness again. It splashes and bubbles along, surface a dance with fat droplets driven from the sky. Now it rounds a corner and scurries across flat asphalt, spreading in an alluvial fan, glistening and gleaming in passing traffic lights. And so it winds its way passed a noisy door, leading from darkness into light. The door is held open by a hand and boisterous voices float on the air. "Come along! I will take you to heights the likes of which you've never seen! The hand holds the door and a pulse of music wafts out around it, muted then blaring as a figure moves our way. Two others move in quick succession before the hand comes out of the door. The hand is blonde, with leathery coat around his frame. He seeks the arm of the flashy lady with red slicker and high heels to match. They follow the willowy blonde in high heels and her companion, a tall lanky black haired man in jeans and bomber jacket. "This's my wheels!" says the hand, and the flashy chick on his arm exclaims, "Oh, I like what you got already, Dave!" as she runs a finger along the wax by the handle. Dave opens the car and says, "Hop in." She slides part way across the seat and waits. She checks her image in the mirror ...
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    and adjusts some eyeliner with a painted nail, before flicking a smudge from her cheek. Dave pulls his seat ahead for Johnny and Marsha, that last one a phony name if you ever heard one, and they slide into the rear. "And so the charioteer takes the reins," he proclaims as he seats himself behind the wheel. With a twist of the key mighty horses roar out and they splash away up the alley. She clutches his arm and flashes a smile at him in the mirror as brake lights reflect off the buildings and bath them in blood red. Johnny and Marsha sit side by side and watch the driver spin the wheel. They fly up Center Street passing the alleys and streetlights all in a flash. One green, one amber and then a glaring red light but nothing stops the raging stallions. Dave lets out a blood curdling yell and the windows rattle for all his effort. "We're free of this one horse town and we're heaven bound!" is his cry. He reaches down by her leg and pulls out a beer, passing it over the seat and soon following it with another. "Whoopee, little darlin, we're on our way!" "Right on!" from Johnny in the rear. He opens the beers and Marsha tips hers back. She likes this stuff, but not necessarily her partner, the supplier. She eyes Johnny out of the corner of her eye, ready to repel any advances. She's eighteen tonight and no stranger to sex, but this fellow looks like he could be a lot to handle. Dave reaches out two more beers and passes them to his right. "Would you do me the honor?" his query. ...
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