Hitch Bitch

I immediately went to my bedroom and packed. I knew I couldn't stay now. I also knew I would have to find Lisa, my hitch hiking mistress. I knew she was leading the life I had come to crave, a depraved and vulgar sex life that was dangerous and humiliating. And I knew what I wanted most in the world, to be her slut.

I went looking for Sarah to say good by. I found her in the upstairs bathroom. We both knew we could never speak of this again, that I would return when and if my craving ever ran it's cycle. Last week my sister wouldn't have understood. Today she did.

Sarah slipped into her bedroom to get the address Lisa had left with her. I implored Sarah to put this out of her mind, that she could not afford to lose her family. I really wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know, but I think she appreciated hearing it from me. We hugged each other in silence, I finally pulled away and and walked down the stairs. I knew she would explain to her husband and kids some good reason why I left without saying good by,

When Lisa answered the door at the run down apartment house I was already feeling the wetness between my legs, the wetness I had cum to love.

She had a friend with her, another young lovely, a recent cheerleader no doubt, It took Lisa just a few minutes after I arrived to lay out her plans for our unlikely trio. A leisurely drive to Miami on my money, of course, and between the two of them they planned to double my pleasure.

And just for kicks, they wanted to see how many housewives, waitresses and any other vulnerable females, young and old, they could brand with their degradation.

And me, I couldn't wait till we hit the road.

But first things first... As Lisa led me to their cum stained couch and lay me on my back. Sandra, the new girl, straddled my face and lowered her soiled panties to my waiting mouth. I inhaled her intoxicating aroma as I sucked the white cotton crotch between my lips. I didn't expect to see my sister again for a long time.

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