The Long Road Home (Cain x SexyChick)

"Ahh...yes...mmm...I love that fucking hard cock..." Pamela moaned profanely, her tongue mingling playfully with his as it invaded her mouth all of a sudden in the middle of their fiery kiss. Her hands grazed over his shoulders as he shifted in his seat, intent on keeping his member buried deep inside her. She felt him started to thrust up into her, driving her wild with pleasure as her hips started to rock against his in the car seat. She broke off the kiss after a moment, leaning back a little and starting to ride hard, loving the pleasure they were sharing at the present moment.

"Mmm...nnn....so good..." She whimpered a little, starting to pant a little, her face lightly flushing as she looked down at him.

Her lusty cry of desire for cock took him a little by surprise, in a good way. She had always been proper but she seemed to be driven by the same lustful needs as he. Truly, they were in for an interesting drive home. As she leaned up, Mike let his hand around her back lift, allowing her to sit up. But as quickly, they found the hem of her shirt and tanktop and lifted them up and over her form, tossing the shirt to the side, exposing her breasts to him in a majestic view.

"Grind on this hard dick, Pamela...take all of it," he moaned, egging her on. He was blown away by this woman, her adventurous nature allowing her to be fully exposed on the side of the road for all to see. His fingers reach between her thighs caressing her sensitive clit and urging it to come out and join the fun. As he collected her wetness upon his fingers, his locked his eyes on her. "Everyone can see you....make sure you give them a good show." he smiles as he brought his fingers, dripping with their lust, to his lips. Wrapping his tongue around it, he tasted her desire upon his tastebuds and shuddered. His hand then went to the window controls and he soon had the window rolled down. "Tell the world how much you are enjoying this, Pam..."

"Ahh..ohhh..mmm...fuck.." She was already panting heavily, her face brightly flushed as she kept riding him harder and faster on the car seat. Pamela leaned down and pressed her lips lustfully to his, kissing him deeply and passionately. Her tongue slipped into his mouth again and mingled with his, her body still rocking against his, loving this so much. Her hips were grinding hard against his and the pleasure was rapidly building.

Leaning back up she reached a hand forward, pressing a finger to his lips. "Just shut up..and take it...ahh.." She murmured between moans, wanting him to just enjoy what she was doing.

Her sudden commanding tone drove Mike wild. He flashed a smile to her when she told him to "shut up" and he did as she wished. The feeling of her pussy around his cock was amazing and he felt his cock throbbing inside of her, reacting to every bit of pleasure she delivered unto him. His lap was drenched with a mixture of them now, a damp ring now extending wider from his hairy hilt as she continued to ride him. "Fuck yes...." he mouthed softly, eyes closing as he let passion and lust was over him in a flood of arousal. He never wanted this to end, he wished she could just ride him forever, his cock deep inside of this amazing woman. But he knew soon he would cum, and fill her up with his essence, his warm, thick seed.

Pamela kept riding him hard, eager to reach her own climax, which only took a short matter of moments before her warm juices erupting around his hard member as she impaled herself on his swollen prick again and again. The pleasure was overwhelming and she struggled to catch her breath, panting heavily and her face brightly flushed. Her hands steadied herself against his chest as he was slumped back in the car seat, taking what she had to give with her body.

Lost in a sea of pleasure, Mike held onto her hips as Pam rode him. Eyes shut tight, he felt her drive him in deep inside of her as the pleasure built up between them, threatening to boil over. He was holding back his orgasm, ready to shoot his load deep inside of her and when he felt her pussy convulse around his, his eyes opened and he thrust himself deep into her. Wave after wave hit him as he came, shooting his seed deep into her. Cum filled her up quickly before backing up and, mixing with her own juices, dripped out of her pussy and down his shaft. "Oh god...." Mike groaned in pleasure as he felt the last bits of cum empty from him. A deep sigh of pleasure as he looked up to her and pulled her close to him, keeping his manhood sheathed inside of her for now.

As she felt his hot seed shooting up into her, Pamela was overcome by ecstasy, her body collapsing gently against his gently, panting heavily as she tried catching her breath, savoring the sweet pleasure she was sharing with Mike. "Mmm..." She smiled contently to herself. This road trip was certainly proving more interesting than she had originally expected, but she wasn't complaining, either, quite liking the direction their little game had taken. Leaning back a little her hand gently caressing his cheek as he was still buried deep in her. "That was amazing.." She cooed, leaning close again and kissing his cheek.

"Mmhmm..." he sighed in pleasure as he felt his breathing begin to regulate. Despite opening a window, many of the windows inside the Wrangler were still fogged up from their lusty desires moments before. As she kissed his cheek, he would offer her the same, his lips softly kissing her neck as he felt their mixed fluids slowly dripping down his shaft. "We still need to make it to the hotel, Pam....we can't sleep out here. Besides...I'm sure we'd both like a shower." Fingertips rolled up and down her back as he held her against him, enjoying the afterglow of their passion for a little bit longer.

She smiled and after a moment of relaxing against him, carefully moving off his lap and back to the passenger seat. "You're right, we should get going." Pamela said casually, gathering her clothes and getting dressed, smoothing her fingers through her hair and composing herself a little bit. "We will have to do this again. It's a long trip after all." She teased with a small grin, leaning back comfortably in her seat.

Mike smiled at her, nodding at her request. They had barely made it a few hours before they pulled over and engaged in one of the most lewd things he had ever done. Reaching down, he tucked himself back inside his boxer briefs, a huge damp stain emanating around the fly hole of the soft nylon-spandex underwear and then zipping up his jeans. Looking back, he reached into the back seat and grabbed at his green t shirt, sliding it back over his chest. He sighed and let out a soft chuckle at what just happened before turning the key in the ignition and heading out back on the road.

Visions of their tryst ran rampant in his head and soon he found himself driving with the sun setting. On the horizon, Mike saw a small town and pulled over, looking for a place for them to stay for the night. Pulling into the parking lot of a small little motel, Mike composed himself and went inside with her to get a room. As soon as he entered the motel office, however, he quickly noticed that the damp spot on his pants was still very, very evident and quickly made his way to the office desk, ringing the bell, and making sure that he was standing very close to the front desk to avoid any glances the innkeeper would offer to the unusual stain on his crotch.

A large woman would greet them, and for a fair price, both Mike and Pamela had a room for the night. Mike thanked the woman and turned around in his spot before heading out with Pamela, always making sure the lady did not see the front of his pants. "That was too close for comfort," Mike said to Pamela, laughing softly as they got into their car and drove up to the front of their hotel room. Mike grabbed his travel case and being the gentleman that he is, grabbed Pamela's as well. The room was basic fare: A small TV of no real value, a basic bathroom, a single King sized bed, and a small table.

"You're ok with sleeping on the floor, right?" Mike teased her in jest as he tossed both of their things on the bed, "I don't know bout you...but I could go for a shower before we go find something to eat for dinner..."

Pamela noticed the wet spot on his jeans and laughed as he tried to keep it hidden from any curious eyes. With a smile she went with him to the modestly-sized hotel room. As he tossed their things on the bed, she stepped over and seated herself on the edge of it, looking up at him with a grin, glancing at the damp area again. "Yeah, I think you should take one and get those jeans washed." She teased, surprisingly she had gone through their little tryst and come out clean as a whistle. She was still thinking about it and how much fun it had been. Hopefully they could have some more fun like that over the course of their long road trip home.

Mike stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and quickly removed his shirt, tossing it ontop of the toiletseat. Unbuckling his belt and letting the denim slide off his hips and pool at his feet, he noticed that his black boxer briefs were even more soaked than the pants. "That girl..." he chuckled to himself as he pulled them off his form and stepped from them. Pulling his socks from his feet, he reached into the shower and turned the handle. The sound of hot water was godsent after stewing in the juices of the two of them for hours. As he stepped into the shower, he immediately dunked his head under the stream, smiling to himself as the water flowed over his face.

Pouring some shampoo into the palm of his hand, he began to rub it into his hair before washing it out. Wiping his face with his hands to ensure that no residue from the shampoo was left, he opened up the small, travel sized soap and began to run it over his body. While he could be more hasty with his chest, legs, and back, he spent more time making sure to clean his manhood, making sure that he would leave the shower clean and fresh. After covering his body in suds, he turned around in the stream, letting the water rinse him completely. Turning off the water, he grabbed one of the towels and began to dry his hair. Stepping out of the bathroom, the steam bellowed out from the door as he wrapped the towel around his hips. "Think of what you wanna eat yet, Pam?" he said as he opened up his suitcase and began to pick out clothes for the rest of the day.