I had been driving for a full hour before I saw the ram shackled huddle of buildings appear like a mirage at the road side. Though I'd travelled this desert road from Reno so many times it still came as a surprise when Froggie Bills gas station appeared like it had been dropped from the heavens. I slowed my car eager to stretch my legs and no doubt share a few words with the eccentric owner.
As I turned in 3 young men eyed me nervously as they got back into their supped up shit box, then with the customary wheel spinning of youth they tore off as if hoping I'd race.
As the wheel cloud cleared from my windscreen I got out. Froggie Bill as normal was there to greet, as he was with all his customers.
"Hi Bill," I said with a tired smile," more hot shot kids," I added.
"Little punks," he said with an old Gaelic giggle," but they got more than they hoped for today."
I ignored his words. Nothing much made sense when it came to Bill. He'd been out here so long the sun had got to him. I'd known the dour old French man to brandish a shotgun to kids like that before today. I guess they'd got him on a good day.
"Fill her up, while I take a piss." I said in a matter of fact way. He giggled again something in my use of words amusing him.
"Fucking French nut." Was my response from under my breath.
As I came out of the john it was then I noticed the other car. A little sporty corvette parked along side the old ramshackle building. I gave it a suspicious once over. Out of state plates with settled dust on the bonnet; it looked like it has been here a few hours; maybe a bit more.
"Bill", I said walking back to the old hairy assed man. "Got a new car?"
Bill just laughed again giving me a wink. "I'm just holding it for someone," he giggled.
I opened my car door to get back in. Today he was crazier than normal and I had another 200 miles to go before I was home. Best just leave him. As I sat in and turned on the ignition his next words caught me by surprise.
"Do you want to see who I'm holding it for?"
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. Something wasn't right.
"Sure, I said." Keeping him at ease.
He nodded a knowing smile then beckoned me to follow. The wind was getting up now and desert sand billowed around my waist as he gestured with his finger drawing me to the back of the gas station.
"She just won't stop bitching," He grumbled. "All high and mighty; telling me what to do. I don't take orders from women do you hear"
I felt uncomfortable.
"She's beauty though."
"Bill," I said thinking what kind of name was that for a French man? "What have you done?"
He didn't reply to my question.
The man just smiled again and opened a rickety bar type door and we both stepped through into the hot dusty outhouse. The planks on the walls had splinters which allowed shafts of light in and I stood there dumbfounded.
In the shack facing away from me was a woman. She was brunette about 5'8 though that had to be a guess. She was naked apart from high stiletto heels, legs wide apart as she bent over. She was standing; she had no choice as along with her arms tied behind her back and her shoulder down, she also had her neck clamped through some sort of wooden stock.
As I entered she sensed a new visitor and began to plead for help. She was blindfolded but her bright red lips were not gagged, her beautiful face framed by a full salon brunette mane.
In the darkness her sweaty body glistened. Her ass glowed, her long, fabulously long legs in a firm and erect posture; the heels and bent over waist forcing them so. Her wrists twitched with the cord binds two pendulous but firm tits swaying under her like jelly moulds.
"Jesus Bill what the fuck!" I was stunned Froggie not seeming to care. He'd gone completely insane.
"Get me out of here, for fucks sake!" She yelled, trying to turn her face to the new unseen stranger.
"Been like that since morning, haven't you?" He laughed. "I've been saving her for my special customers." She gave a horrid moan of frustration and despair and I realised.
"The boys," I said thinking what to do next.
"Yep," he laughed, "a tag team fucking if ever I saw one." He continued. My head was swimming."Yeah she's had lots of visitors today. Salesmen, jocks, even a coach driver did her while his passengers waited in the bus. Some over seventies trip," he added as if detail mattered.
She gave another moan cursing and sobbing.
"You just need to know who to tell," He said with a wink." Who's game? Who would appreciate the situation."
He looked at me with a smile.
I understood. He knew me well. He knew I kept a foot either side of the law. In my business it could pay real dividends."
I'd never stopped looking at the bent over woman. She was amazingly sexy. Her high heeled bent and clamped posture like some wanton slut queen. Her waist was beautifully carved like a vase and those fat tits hard like fruit. She was blind folded and Bill insane or not was no fool, he'd not said my name. Her short skirt and t-shirt lay on the floor, a lacy bra and knickers also there.
Bill closed the door behind us the room becoming darker the heat intensifying. He lit up one of his disgusting continental cigarettes.
"Please help." She gasped as I neared. I felt my breath shallow my thoughts sordid.
I unbuckled my belt then unfastened my pants. Outside I could hear the dust storm wiping up. Hundreds of miles from anywhere. Who would know? All his guests before me must have said the same question and as they now sit grinning behind their wheels miles away; and they must have come to the same answer.
What's her name? I asked.
"Mariah," Bill chuckled, "one of those boys made her gag with his cock till see told him."
I raised an eyebrow. How very appropriate I thought thinking that her big tits, ass and long leg figure reminded me very much of a pop diva with that same name. She heard my zipper move and she groaned and yelled with frustration.
"Get out," I said to Bill my palms sweating heavily.
"No, I get to watch that's the deal." He said sitting on a box not waiting for my response. I was about to say something then thought,"fuck it."
I stepped out of my pants tugging my Y-fronts aside so my balls and cock sprang out.
The filthy frog smiled seeing my hard on rampant and hungry.
"Oh God!" She moaned knowing what was about to happen.
I gave her ass four hard full palmed swipes; each one making her yelp and protest as I prepared her for mounting.
"Just showing you who's boss," I explained my palm stinging, "now be good for daddy."
I grabbed her waist, Mariah screaming no trying to pull away. My hands pulled hard on her waist holding her in position. I kicked her legs apart, she knew the routine. Around the front of the stocks I could see her upturned nose; her nostrils flaring lips glistening, her pearl teen gritted for assault.
My cock head trailed along the crack of her ass. The tanned skin lubricated by hours of sweat and come.
She tensed her body as my cock slid towards her busted pussy hole.
She gave a stunted gasp of refusal. Though just repeatedly fucked she was still tight.
I gave a satisfied groan myself as my cock slid into her wet tired pussy.
I thrust all the way in; Mariah's back arching and instinctively my hands shot under to grip her tits. Something for me to hold on to as I began to pound up her from behind.
She gave animal grunts and groans her knees bending in heels teetering as her ankles nearly gave way
"Ug, ug, ug, oooohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, ugggggg! Uhhhhhhhh!"
Looking down my cock was glistening with the woman's contents my pole appearing and disappearing; the sensation electric as her lips grasped and then released over and over as I fucked her hard.
"Come on bitch, ride it, ride it,"
Bill was wide eyed, vying for best view as I angled my cock pumping up deep inside her.
"Urrrrrrrrrrrrrr, ohhhhhhhhhhh!" She gave a resonating holler like she was indeed an accomplished singer. Her toes lifting off the floor as I rammed up, toe tips tapping the dusty surface with each back thrust
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap! This made her grunt with indignant sensation.
"Uggggggggggggggggggggggg! Jez ugggh ohhhhhhhhhhh!"