The Immortal, Volume 1
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 34
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 34 - Having outlived yet another wife, Jim is a lonely widower. When new neighbors arrive, he shunts aside his solitude to rejoin the world he protects, and has protected for several thousand years. He rediscovers old talents and skills, using them to bring pleasure to himself and others along the way. (2nd edition with updated prose uploaded 03242026.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction Paranormal BDSM MaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Water Sports Public Sex
Mandy’s day of torment had continued. After clambering into the Jeep, I’d driven from the gas station, heading further into the desert. Back in the gusty arid breeze, the woman bound to the Jeep’s hood had remained still. With her blindfolded face locked forward, she’d been trembling as the lace flapped between widespread legs and over those sharp-tipped cones. The fresh sunscreen on her sleek frame shimmered in the early morning sun. Its coconut scent had been teasing my nostrils.
The gods had chuckled once more.
A siren blared behind us, and the rearview was aglow with flashing blue lights. Nevada Highway Patrol. After pulling to the side of the road, I’d placed both hands on the steering wheel and awaited the officer.
Yes, my heart had been racing when a peek in the mirror showed him checking the license plate. Only once he’d eased the door open and sauntered closer did my muscles relax. Nope, hadn’t uncovered my identity.
Good, we could keep playing. Okay, might’ve been selfish, and should’ve been more careful. Yet, one look at Mandy and I swallowed a smile. She was worth it. Worth anything. Everything.
“She okay?” the cop said, halting beside me.
With brows tight, he glanced at the lingerie-clad figure. She hadn’t moved.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I shouted. “You doin’ alright?”
At my voice, she flinched, but twisted her head and flashed a shaky grin. “I’m fine, dear.”
“Goin’ far?” he grumbled, squinting at me.
“No, officer.” I gestured up the road. “Almost there.”
“Keener’s Point?”
At my nod, he sighed and scanned her once more. “Alright, well, um, drive slow. That’s awfully unsafe”—he chuckled—”but, hmm, doubt I can write you up for displayin’ a hot chick like that.”
Yep, right then, boom, it struck me. Serendipity once more. The gods also wished to play a bit harder.
Just as he turned away, I tapped his arm. At my touch, he narrowed his eyes, but I grinned while gesturing him closer.
“Look, uh, my wife,” I whispered. “She’s, um ... Well, she likes havin’ a little fun. Could you play along? Hmm, maybe check her for contraband or something.”
At first, his face scrunched tighter. After another slow scan of her glimmering body, he grinned and nodded.
“How’s about giving the lingerie a tug”—I winked—”and acting all gruff.”
“Aw, what the hell,” he murmured, then chuckled under his breath. “This’ll make a great story that nobody will believe.”
As he walked forward, I checked all the cameras. Right after eyeballing the tiny dot floating above us and confirming the drone was zoomed in, I nodded at him.
“Miss, I’m awful sorry.” He flashed me a smile. “But gonna have to check you for contraband.”
Before she could react, he lifted the taut bra to release both shiny, coconut-coated breasts into the open air. While he gave them a gentle squeeze, she rolled her head towards me. With teeth buried deep in her lower lip, she shuddered but remained silent.
Right as the cop hooked his fingers into the tight lace at her hips, she huffed. When he tugged them downward to peek, a moan tore from her. The sound was one of pure need. He leaned closer to blow across her roiling mound, and she panted, puffing mist over the windshield. From beneath the trooper cap, his eyes twinkled as fine pubic hair glimmered in the sunshine.
After a curt nod at me, he gave her quivering curves a final scan. With a grin, he marched back towards me, flicked me a two-fingered salute, and chuckled.
“Nope, she’s clear. Safe travels.”
While shaking his head and laughing, he returned to his vehicle. No sooner had the wheels screeched as the cop car did a 180, than she twisted as far as possible. When her shaky mouth parted, I gave the cameras a quick scan.
“M-master.” She gulped, her entire body rippling under the sun. “Pl-please.”
“What, slut?” I chortled.
“F-fuck me.” Glossy in the sunlight, her lips twinkled as they shook. “Pl-please, I’m so—”
“No.”
Before she could retort, I gunned the engine and pulled onto the road. With the wind battering the lace now on her upper thighs and flapping the bra under her chin, she returned to face the desert.
No longer silent, she became our own personal siren. Moan after desperate moan escaped as the gusts hammered an uncovered glistening seam. Her pelvis continued to twist, making every inch of her skin sparkle.
Yeah, she needed fucking.
Not long afterward, I spotted a sand-battered sign, “Keener’s Point Trailhead.” A faded red arrow pointed toward the rising foothills. After a slow downshift, I turned the Jeep onto a winding trail.
A short while later, the sounds of raucous partying and loud music filled my ears. Once we’d crested a low ridge, my heartbeat thundered. Among a crowded tangle of off-road vehicles of every shape and size were people. A lot of them, also of every shape and size. As we drove closer, moving slower to part the mass of partiers, the blindfolded head on the windshield whipped from side to side.
Soon enough, somebody noticed her, and a cacophony of catcalling and whistling erupted as the Jeep weaved through the milling crowd. Smiling, then leering faces tracked us. A few of the drunker, or braver ones, ran hands over her shaking legs. At each touch, the moaning grew louder.
Despite the mayhem, she never looked back at me.
“Hey! Can we fuck that slut too?”
At the gruff, slurred voice, my gaze found a fat guy standing in the rear of a jacked-up truck. A gray-tinged black rope, long hair swayed along his spine in the oven-like breeze. While narrow, beady eyes ogled her squirming physique, a swollen, bluish tongue swept sun-cracked lips.
“Maybe.” When I spoke, her entire body froze despite a grinning woman’s fingers roaming her flat belly. “How much money you got?”
“Aww, man.”
He pouted and pulled out empty pockets. I shook my head.
“Sorry,” I said. “Chick this hot ain’t free.”
With my sexy hood ornament again squirming, I continued to wind us through the crowd until we’d left them behind. Sure, she’d known I was only playing; I’d made her a promise. Yet, from the ceaseless, low moans, the bound woman had enjoyed the little game ... a lot.
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