About Tasty Scat

1 Introducing Sue and picking up Jim.

“Oh God,” cried Sue as the huge interstate truck went by, causing her sports convertible to weave in the slip stream, “this is fantastic.” She squirmed in the seat, her short skirt riding further up her long legs. She was dripping wet, the smell of herself making her even more excited. It had started in the office. She’d arrived there in the morning feeling hot and horny and it had just gone on from there. First there was the delivery boy with the tight jeans, his cock clearly visible squashed against his leg, his fat balls bisected by the straining crotch seam. She’d looked at him and fantasized, getting wet and hotter. The summer weather had lightened every one’s clothes and as she looked around it seemed that everywhere there were breasts and legs visible. Sandy, the secretary who worked opposite had on a micro mini, and Sue had spent most of the day getting crotch shots of her panties squashed up between the fat lips of her cunt, the dark pubic hair curling around the edge. Then Jean the administrative assistant had come in with some papers. Leaning over Sue’s desk she treated her to a lovely view of her beautiful braless breasts, the small pink nipples standing out and the slight sweat sheen making them all the more inviting.

On the way to the garage she’d passed a construction site. A gorgeous 20-year-old blond guy had been bending over, his jeans slipped down from his waist showing the beginning of the crack separating his two hard buns, the light blond down gradually getting darker as it disappeared into his jeans. She almost came on the spot, and as she steadied herself the brush of her blouse across her nipples as she raised her arm only made the situation worse. Everywhere she looked she saw sex. Dogs with big dicks swinging under their bellies, school girls, with fresh brown legs disappearing up short pleated skirts, boys with hard lean bodies and young hard penises just waiting to be sucked, office men, with round hard buts straining at their sweat shrunk trousers. On the street, people brushed against her. Her mind taking off, she imagined herself in a huge outdoor orgy, fantasized about outlandish sex, the dogs and schoolgirls humping in the street, the blond construction worker being shafting a Yuppie from behind, his tight ass opening and clenching with his thrusts. By the time she got to her convertible, she was mad with lust. Looking around to see she was alone, she slipped off her panties. Her cunt was barely covered by her short skirt, which was pushed it out in front by her prominent mound and the ball of blond pubic hair that covered it. A faint breeze momentarily cooled her fevered crotch, the condensing sweat refreshing the juice soaked cheeks of her ass. She grabbed herself, spreading her legs wide and running the flat of her hand across her pussy. She brought her hand up and licked at the wet, the heavy smell of her own musk momentarily satisfying her lust. She had no idea how she managed to get to the freeway, but the wind in her hair, the sensation of freedom and abandon she felt with her pantyless cunt almost in everyone’s view, relaxed and excited her.

She didn’t know if the truck drivers could see her cunt, but her long legs were plainly visible, and the chill of the wind had made her nipples stand out against the thin material of her blouse, causing various of the huge eighteen wheelers that stormed by to blow their air horns. She felt excited, removed normal life. An exception, a different person who moved in another, higher sexual sphere. The realization brought an artificial calm. It made her more detached and cerebral in the whirlwind of emotions that had accompanied her during the day, more determined to find what she wanted. A gas station was coming up, and although she didn’t need anything, she decided to pull over. She needed contact with people, the sense of danger and the thrill it brought her to know she was naked and wet under the short, tight mini. She was aware that her long legs and prominent tits made people look at her, but she was also sure they never suspected the sexual maelstrom that raged inside her.

She pulled over and stopped in front of the convenience store. There weren’t any people around so she got out of the low car with no problem, her short skirt forced up around her waist. She saw her cunt was plainly visible as she spread her legs to pull her self out of the low slung vehicle, and she shielded herself with the door. She walked to the self service, the freedom she’d felt earlier now emphasized by the movement of her legs and ass. The breeze she created sent a wave of freshness to her overheated cunt. Her swollen breasts bounced up and down as she walked, the sensitive nipples reacting to the gentle brush of her blouse.

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Posted on August 7th, 2007 by Ken
Filed under: scat slave, American, Story, Shit