The Last Car

If there were ever a poster child for bullshit artist, Larry Winter was a shoe in for the position. At the tender age of 8-years old, and after several encounters with a local bully, he cleverly sets up a scene where he is seen threatening a new kid at school. He brags to the bully that the new kid is a coward and took his money.

Arrogantly ignorant, the bully jumps on the chance and beats the kid up in school only to find out later, the kid is the son of Nails Wilson, a powerful drug dealer. Two weeks later, the bully, and his family move out of the neighborhood.

At the age of fifteen, he convinces his school to purchase new uniforms for the basketball team. He then convinces a local t-shirt manufacturer to overcharge the school for the uniforms, and split the percentage with him. Later he returns to the manufacturer and informs him that his high school paper is about to report the larcenous act unless he returns 50% of the initial fee and gives him 20% percent as well.

Although several people figure out the scam, no one could prove his part in the plan. This shady act earned him the name Sleazy Larry among classmates.

Fresh out of college he practically swindles his own uncle out of his used car dealership, and two years later he opens Larry's Lemons, a used car dealership that buys and sells vehicles at dirt cheap prices. He uses the angle 'Lemon' to keep expectations low. His scheme centers on a little provision he installs within the embodiment of the contract, which entails that in return for the cheaply priced vehicle, only particular mechanics would service them, of course in return for the service, the mechanics kick in a finder's fee to him. Any violation of this agreement nullifies the contract, leaving the customer stuck with a lemon. When any disgruntled customer returns the vehicle, he could always say, "Hey you bought a lemon at a dirt cheap price, how much do you want?" Then the conniving salesman offers to buy back the vehicle and the cycle continues.

For the better part of fifteen years, Larry earns a hefty profit and obtains a great deal of wealth, unfortunately, he's spins so much time swindling others; he forgot to look in his own backyard. Mrs. Heather Winters his wife learned a great deal from her husband over the 14 years of marriage and she uses that knowledge to rob him blind. The hot sexy woman develops a reputation as "Heather the Cougar," and eventually she and one of her sexy young hunks, steals his fortune and move to South Fl, but not before filing for divorce, threatening to sue him for whatever money she hasn't already stolen.

Larry files for bankruptcy and cannot find a sympathetic ear after all the hurt he's caused others. Finally he gathers whatever money he has left or that he can steal and decides to try his luck on the West Coast.

He strolls through the 9th Car, casually scanning the many seats available, when he spots a young freckle face girl, wearing her red hair in a long ponytail, a tight fitting pink t-shirt, with a closely matching skirt and 4½ inch clear heels. Although she was clearly no teenager, she did have a very youthful appearance and he couldn't help notice her red cheeks and teary eyes.

"Uh, excuse me young lady, is everything okay?"

"What's it to you Pops," she snaps, glancing angrily up at him.

"Oh...I see, uh, like I said, excuse me, I was just trying to help."

"You can help by minding your own business," she counters as he briskly walks away.

Larry initially attempts to ignore the sounds of the sniffling young woman, sitting in the seat ahead of him, but when she rose from her seat and the sight of her perfectly symmetrical legs, and heart-shaped buttocks, his cock jumps to life, filling the forty-six year old man with youthful virility, something he hadn't felt in years.

Like a mindless zombie, the 6 ft even, 225 pound, bow-legged man rises from his seat, adjusts his salt and pepper toupee, then his necktie as he wanders slowly behind the young woman.

As he enters the dinning car, he spots the woman sitting in her chair with her legs curled beneath her and speaking on her cell phone.

He strolls over and takes a seat directly behind her; he loads an app on his own phone as he listens in on her conversation.

"Come on Cindy, you gotta help me out here. I'm out of cash, I don't know how I'm going to get back home. The least thing you can do is pay my damn cell-phone bill; I'm almost out of minutes."

The woman listens for a moment then replies, "He's got my money, my life's savings, and I'm just trying to get back what belongs to me. Yes, yes I know but what else could I do," once again she listens, then mumbles, "I stole those diamonds, from Teardrops Jewelers, it's my name on the line," if the cops find out it's me..." she begins to sniffle and her voice cracks, "if they find out, I'm going to jail Cindy, to jail."

The woman sighs and sucks air through her teeth, "Aw shit, I don't believe this, I steal over one hundred thousand dollars in diamonds, it was my neck on the line and this greedy bastard steals them from me and I'm facing jail time, no way, bullshit," her voice fluctuating from distress to irate hostility. "I don't care if I have to break this prick's neck, I'm getting my money, but I need you to at least pay my cell phone bill, this way I can call for help if neccesa...Damnit Cindy, you're my sister, if I can't count on you then who can...Cindy...Cindy...ooh shit," she whispers, then begins to faintly sob.

Larry takes in the conversation he's just heard, strokes the prickly hairs beneath his chin as if contemplating a growing scheme then suddenly a sly smile grows on his face, as the thought crystallizes in his mind. Once again he straightens out his necktie, withdraws a small container, fills his mouth with misty mint breath spray, clears his throat, and rises from his seat.

With an air of confidence bordering on sheer arrogance, the used car salesman takes a seat next to the distraught young woman.

"Excuse me, there are plenty of seats in this car, why are you sitting here," the girl snaps.

"Yeah, please excuse me but I couldn't help but overhear your present dilemma," Larry remarks.

"First of all, the reason why you couldn't help but hear, is because you were eavesdropping, you nosy fuck and secondly, my present dilemma seems to be some funky old bastard involving himself in business."

"Be that as it may, I'd like to inform you that I have unique talents and skills, that might prove beneficial to us both young lady."

"Yeah like pissing me the fuck off, listen old dude, if you leave me alone right now, I promise I won't call the cops and have your perverted ass arrested.

"Hmm, all things considered, I don't think that would be a wise decision on your part," Larry calmly replies.

"Why not," she fires back.

"Simply because then I have to inform them of the little Harry Houdini trick you pulled off at uh...what was that, I believe you called it Teardrop Jewelers. By the way they're very well respected jewelers. I bet they'd be most interested to find out who robbed them."

"Oh...oh shit," she mumbles.

"Don't worry little lady, you're secret's safe with me."

"Bullshit, anyone who'd do what you did to me, is a sneaky, lowlife son-of-a-bitch."

"Perhaps, but I'm just the sneaky, lowlife, son-of-a-bitch you need to get you out of this predicament."

The young woman covers her face and begins openly sobbing. "This can't be happening, this just isn't fair. I don't deserve this shit, I really don't."

"If you'd simply calm yourself, I have an idea how to fix this situation."

"Yeah and get me involved in more shit, I know exactly how guys like you operate. First you offer to help and then you fuck me and flick me away like a cigarette butt. So I guess you want to suck you nasty dick, right."

"Well we'll get to that later, but for now, try controlling your emotions and let me see if I got this right. This guy tricked you into stealing some diamonds, then steals them from you and naturally you can't go to the police, is that correct?"

"You got it Sherlock," she answers cynically.

He nods his head as he gathers his thoughts. "Okay, here's my idea, I'll get those diamonds back on the condition that I get a small percentage, how about that?"

"How...how do you plan on doing this?"

"Like I said, I have talents and skills that are perfectly suited for such situations, but before we go any further, I want something from you."

"Like what," she fires back.

"I want your total trust, and you will do everything, everything I tell to do, exactly when I tell you to do it, if you so much as blow a gas bubble, I promise you, I'll have your pretty little ass sleeping on a prison bed for the next five years, do you understand that."

"Yes,"

"Do you understand that," he barks in a serious tone of voice.

"Yes," she replies humbly.

"What's your name little lady?"

"My Name's A...Amanda Willington...sir."

"You can call me Larry and knock it off with that 'sir' shit. Now the first thing I need is for you to tell me everything single thing you know about the guy who ripped you off."

"Like what...si...I mean Larry?"

"You can start by giving me his name, and a general description, his habits, his likes and dislikes, oh yes and one last thing, did he fuck you?"

"Well I uh..."

"I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry Amanda," he takes her hand in his, "you and I are going to become very, very good friends," he chuckles wickedly.

Nearly an hour later, Larry returns to his seat wearing the same wicked smile as he looks down at the vulnerable young woman, whom he forces to seat beside him. He takes a moment to admire her soft beautiful pale skin, amber red hair as she sat in peaceful slumber. Sliding into his seat he tenderly strokes her cheeks arousing her from her sleep.

"Did you see him," she inquired.

"Yes I saw him. He's just the lousy type of bastard that would do something like this, although I must admit, I don't blame him. Snatching up a million dollars in diamonds is a hell of temptation." He glances at his watch and then remarks, "It's almost five o'clock, and we're only a couple of hours out of Vegas, and this Pottsville stop you told me about. I figure if we make our move during breakfast, we'll be off the train and on our way before midday, so we have a little time to kill and since we do, I have a great way for us to become...how can I put this...uh...eh...better acquainted with one another."

Amanda saw the look in his eyes and knew where this line of conversation was leading to, "Are you...are you going to fuck me?"

"No, no my dear, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you," he answers with a fiendish tonality.

He takes the night blanket distributed by the porters and drapes it over Amanda's head, steps and stands outside the seat, giving him full view of the isle, then glances about to ensure their privacy as he states; "Listen carefully little slut, cause if you fuck it up, there will be hell to pay. I'm going stand here as if reaching up to the overhead rack, if anyone comes by, I'll simply smack your head, but in the meantime, my waist is below the top of the chairs, giving you just enough concealment for your...job, you know what I mean?"

"But we're practically right out in the open, suppose..."

He slaps her face crisply, "The car is practically empty; all the seats surrounding us are vacant, besides it's 5 am, anyone who sees us will simply enjoy the sight, and have a travel story to tell their friends, now shut up and let's get down to business."

Although Amanda could barely see the thick mushroom cock head as it entered her mouth, stretching her jaws, she knew she was in trouble, when it clogged the back of her mouth and by the time it pushed down her throat, she desperately grips Larry's hips to lesson the deep penetrations. Unfortunately, the well-endowed salesman exhibits little to no patience as he palms the back of her head, thrusting violently into her mouth, ignoring her muffled cries and gagging.

Larry glances about the car, making sure no one took interests in his lustful act.

Amanda's only hope was to crawl back toward the window in the hopes of escaping the brutal attack on her throat and still the big cock salesman pursues and traps her at the far end of the seat, disregarding whether anyone could see him of not.

In spite of this harsh almost cruel treatment, Amanda's pussy walls squeezes, expands, and drips with fuck juice, as it yearns for something to fill it's empty center. She slides her hand between her legs and with just a touch of her finger, her flood gates open, as her pussy literally spews her cum on to the seat.

"Yeah I think you're ready now. Are you ready for this dick slut," he asks menacingly.

"But suppose someone..."

"Her sentence came to an abrupt end, as he sharply slaps her face. "That's not what I asked you bitch, now are you ready for this dick?"

Coated with slick precum and salvia, Amanda's glossy wet lips tremble as she nods submitting to his request, which had the sharp ring of an order.

She turns her head toward the window, grabs a small pillow, biting down hard as she prepares for the massive invasion.

Larry glances around to insure their semi-privacy, grabs his 8-inch long and 8-inch thick monster cock, uses the larger mushroom head to torment the helpless woman, stretching her pussy lips open, as he inserts and withdraws his heavy lumber repeatedly.

Amanda's pussy throbs until it aches. On one hand she fears this brute with his monster cock, yet her pussy contradicts her reluctance, as it opens freely welcoming the wide intrusive member.

"Yeah, here we go bitch, yeaaaah," Larry moans, feeling his cock plunge deep in the hot pink love chamber.

The cunt hungry salesman rams his cock home, snatching Amanda's hips, yanking her back and forcing her pussy to swallow every single ounce of his oversize dick.

Larry builds up a frantic rhythm, he feels his legs tremble as the tight pussy, pulls and jerks about his cock, when he hears the front car door open and a tall porter makes his entrance.

As their eyes meet, Larry smiles kindly and as calmly as one combs his hair. Although his strokes were more deliberate and well timed, he makes no attempt to pull out or try to pretend he was doing anything other than exactly what he was doing.

Only a few feet away, a look of suspicion grows on the porter's face. By the time he reaches Larry, he practically trips over his feet at the sight of the audaciously offensive scene.

"Hey man, you can't do that shit here," the porter challenges.

"Really, how about now," Larry flashes a twenty dollar bill in his face.

"Nah dude, it's not about the money," the porter fires back.

"Does this help," he flashes three twenty dollar bills in his face.

"Like I said, it's not about the money, now you're gonna..."

The porter swallows his words, at the sight of five twenties in his face.

Larry senses he has the man on the ropes and decides to reel him in. "What about this," he flashes the twenties, and a free ride," he nods down at the beautiful pink pussy and ass ring poking from beneath the blanket.

The porter glances down at the tight ass and backs up and glances at the man holding the money, "Well what would she say about this?"

"She's a slut, my slut," he growls slamming his cock deeply inside the tight hole, causing the woman to grunt as she bit down into the pillow.

"Well since you put it that way," he glances about, takes note of the nearly empty car with just a few sleeping passengers. The porter snatches the twenties, stuffs them inside his pocket, unbuckles his belt, whips out his long hard black cock, and with no hesitation, slides it right inside the gapping pink hole.

"Hey man, you mind keeping a lookout for me," the porter asks.

"Sure...sure, no problem," Larry snickers.

Amanda could only faintly hear the conversation behind her, but she was certain of two things. Another man was behind her, and that man had his cock inside her hot hungry pussy.

Although his cock wasn't quite as thick, it was extremely long and very hard. Amanda's pussy squeezed tightly on the unknown cock as she tries to imagine the owner. She surmises that whomever it belongs to had a very lumber spine and flexing hips, from the dramatic angles which the steel hard cock jabbed inside her.

Like a wildly snake, the long hard cock constantly strikes the bottom of Amanda's pussy at unpredictable angles, sending hot shockwaves through her pussy as it sprays it with her sticky pussy juice.

"Oh damn dude, where'd you find...this bitch, I'm bout to blow my load...awww...shit...awww...damn...damn...gawwwwdammmm," the porter cries as his cock vomits hot cum inside the wet pink pussy.

The porter stumbles back, shakes his head in disbelief and exclaims, "Yo dude, wrap that shit up as fast as you can, we got another stop coming up soon and with that hot bitch, it shouldn't take that long, he suggests as he wipes the gooey cum juice on the crack of Amanda's ass.

"Don't worry, pal, I'll make this nice and quick, and by the way, thanks."

"Shit the pleasure's all mine dude, I just wish I could get a round-trip on that bad boy," the porter laughs, sliding his shrinking cock back inside his pants and walking away.

Larry glances down at the quivering buttocks below him. A sinister grin grows on his face as he slowly wipes the remnants of the porter's cum around and inside Amanda's tight rimmed ass. "Since my friend soiled your pussy, I think it's time I explore your other frontier," he aligns his massive cock on Amanda's ass-ring, and slow but steadily drove it inside the woman's sphincter.

Perhaps the horny salesman was inspired by the hot performance of the porter, or maybe he just had another level of heated sexual energy, whatever the case, he wasted no time in driving his fuck tool into the depths of the helpless woman's anal cavity. Once he reaches balls deep inside her, Larry simply grips her hips and drives down perhaps two or three times, before stopping and flexing his cock at it's deepest point, growling and snarling until..."

"Oh...dear...gawwwd!"

Larry's fire hydrant wide cock fires long thick and heavy streams of cum inside Amanda's ass. His body shakes, his legs shiver, and finally he collapses down, and forces her down into the seat.

TO BE CONTINUED******************************************************

The Last Car

by RonDixen©

V

The train pulls out of the Hotsville Station and begins building speed when Amy enters the 8th car. The sight of the hot sensuous beautiful blonde, wearing her hair up with curly bangs on either side, a Lavender one shoulder wire ruffle mini dress, matching fishnet stocking with panty-hose, and 5 inch clear fitness model heels, was a sight that causes the deep dark black man to almost choke on his own spit.

"Goddaymn baby, shit you look good, but where the fuck have you been," he asks stepping close to her.

"Sorry baby, my dizzy ass sister, got there late, so we missed the train. We drove all night and I barely caught the train before it left the last stop." Her eyes soften as she gave him a sweet sensuous kiss on his lips. "What's the matter daddy, did you miss me?"

"Fuck yeah, but not just that, I kept an eye on the guy from the last car but I'm not sure about the guy who's got his back, is he a white boy?"

"Yes, dirty blonde, watch out baby, if he even thinks you're watching, he'll move on you before we reach our stop."

"Don't worry about me, when the time's right, I'll come down on them muthas like flies to hot shit. So are we still good to go with this plan?"

"Everything's set, I just need you to maintain your cool until I give you the sign, you remember don't you," she challenges.