Journey to Gutterslut Ch. 01

As he closed the door, I started to tell him my story and asked for his help. He looked at me and I could see the concern for a fellow human being in his eyes. Try to appeal to his human decency, I finished by saying "So if I don't get there soon my husband and children might die."

"Well that's a right sad story miss. I feel for you, and I guess I can give you a ride, but what do I get in return?"

"I have money, I reply hoping I can appeal to his greed, since sex was out of the question.

Shaking his head he replied. "I don't need money. I have everything I need. Well almost everything." he says sadly.

"What is it you need that you don't have?" I ask knowing there was very little I couldn't get and I was willing to get anything, legal or not to get out of this nuthouse.

"Well as Fister told you, I can't have sex anymore. I do still enjoy a female's body. I'd be willing to give you a ride, but in return, I want a sexy striptease and lapdance."

"No way!" I yelled. "I'm a happily married woman who's always been faithful to her husband. There is no way I am giving some stranger a lap dance for a 30 minute drive." I was reaching for the door to leave when his voice stopped me.

"Look lady, I know I'm horribly disfigured. I have to hide back here so the ladies entertaining my brothers out there aren't grossed out by me. If I step out there most of those woman will run of screaming and never come back. So I hide back hear and listen to all the sounds of sex."

I look at him in sympathy not knowing how it would feel if my husband had something similar happen. "Now if you go back out there, my brothers will forcibly strip you naked, and fuck you in every hole repeatedly until they get tired of using you, or until you die. The worst I can do is look at you and maybe touch your breasts or pussy a little bit, then you're on your way to your family."

I thought about it, and knew he was right. I started to cry, wishing I could rewind the last 4 hours of my life, and get on the damn freeway instead of taking back roads to avoid traffic and cops, thinking I could save several miles and make better time. "What kind of people are you?" I ask as the tears flowed. "I can give you enough money to buy a brand new top of the line Harley, and instead all you think about is sex. This is crazy."

"You call it crazy. I call it a fair trade. A ride for a lap dance."

I had given a few lapdances to my husband on special occasions like his birthday, but I always felt it was not something a respectable married lady and mother of 4 should be doing. It always felt wrong, wrong and dirty. My mind suddenly flashed an image of girls getting cum blasted onto their naked flesh, and my brain said what harm is there. This isn't your home, or your husband. In this licentious environment giving a stranger I would never see again a lapdance didn't seem as skanky as it did in the privacy of my bedroom. "Let's get it over with." I said, and No Bone sat down in a chair as I started to sway to the music.

As my hops gyrated side to side, I pulled off my Betty Boop tee shirt and dropped it onto the floor, freeing my breasts, the same breasts that fed my children all those years ago. I bent over a bit to let them hang down and shimmied my shoulders. I saw No Bones eyes light up and he reached out and just let his hand gently rub against the soft flesh. His touch made me moan in pleasure, and I stepped closer to him.

Turning my back I unfastened my skirt and slowly slide it down my legs, bending at the waist to lower it all the way to the floor. I let it puddle at my feet and looked back as no bone reached out and touched the booty shorts I had slept in last night. I juggled my cheeks, as his hand made contact.

"My God," he exclaimed, "Your soaking wet."

"MY face turned red when I realized my shorts were still soaked in urine from my accident before, but I didn't want to admit my shame so I kept my mouth shut. Stepping away from him, I hooked my thumbs into the shorts and slide them off my legs, shuddering as the urine soaked material left wet streaks down my thighs and calves.

Now naked except for my shoes I danced around the well spoken, deformed man, and let him get a good look at my nude body. I was hoping to be done soon, but as I moved back in front of him, he patted his lap. Realizing I didn't have a choice I moved closer to her and rubbed my tits against his chest and dragged them up his chest and onto his face. He took the opportunity to suck my nipple into his mouth. My body shuddered and I realized I was close to a climax.

As I pulled my nipple free from his mouth, I saw a tear begin to roll down his cheek, as his hands slipped between my legs and started to caress my labia. For some reason I began to feel powerful, and sexy. This man I had just met, was memorized by my naked body, and nothing could take his attention off me. I let him rub my pussy until I felt I was getting close, and then sat down on his lap in a sittiing reverse cowgirl.

His hands wrapped around my body and grabbed my tits. He started to knead them as my pussy found his penis and started to rub on it through his pants. My hips were rocking my tits were being squeezed, and I was loving every second of this. I heard No Bone moan in pleasure and start to thrust his hips against me. We rubbed our bodies together and the friction of his jeans on my burning pussy was all it took, and in seconds I was thrashing about groaning as the orgasm that had been building since I arrived, finally washed over me.

As I was overcome with pleasure, No Bone found my clit and rubbed it to prolong my climax, and it worked. I kept cumming for almost a minute under his expert manipulation. When I finally regained my senses, I realized what I had done and where I was. My whole body turned beet red. I jumped off his lap and grabbed my skirt and tee shirt and quickly dressed. I left the booty shorts on the floor of the club not wanting the reminder of my wantonness.

Once I was dressed, I looked at him trying to regain some authority. "Now it's time to go." I told him. Sitting in the seat he looked at his hand which was coated in my secretions. I watched as he deliberately put his fingers into his mouth and tasted me. My knees went weak, and I almost stripped again. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths to get myself under control.

When he was done savoring my flavors, he stood up and smiled at me. Steeping very close to me, he whispered "Thank you, it's been years since I made a woman cum." and then he gently kissed my cheek. Stepping back in embarrassment he took my hand and lead me out a side door. He climbed onto a bike, and handed me a helmet. I put it on as he started the bike.

As soon as the motor roared to life, I knew I was in trouble. The powerful vibrations of the steel horse seemed to concentrate right on my naked pussy. Then I realized that sitting astride the back pushed my skirt up almost to my hips. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled my body close to hide my naked bits from other travelers.

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End Note.

I am going to start working an a chapter 3 to this series soon. I have several stories I am actively working on, and it may take some time to get the 3rd chapter up. I am hoping that it will be posted before Halloween 2015.