Cross Country Caper
(m/f, i/r, n/c)
by
Black Demon
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Standard Disclaimer!
This is a fictional story intended for Adults only!
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For Bobby Kimbro the odyssey began when he spotted the gorgeous honey blonde babe stepping out of a taxi.  Attractively dressed in a blazer, skirt and 3-inch heels, the twenty-six year old secretary was oblivious to Bobby's admiring stare as she rushed from the cab and disappeared into the Densmore Building.  As the opportunistic black stud hurried to close the gap, he stopped dead in his tracks in the lobby, observing the young beauty pinning a note to the bulletin board before continuing down the hall.
 
Bobby paused to peruse the 3 x 5 index card, then decided to abort his plan to try to intercept the lovely blonde -- Melanie Tagger, according to the name on the index card.  The naïve and foolish beauty had also included her phone number and email address, advertising for someone to share expenses with her on a cross-country drive to Las Vegas, leaving on the 12th, just over two weeks from now.

‘Ya stupid little bitch ……………..giv’n yer name and phone number out like that!  Purty Miss Tagger …………………….’ol Bobby Kimbro will make sure ya git that purty little ass of yers ‘tagged’ on yer little cross-country jaunt!’ he chuckled.  The thought of joining the beguiling Melanie Tagger on a cross country drive caused his cock to twitch.  Even more, by the thought of those gorgeous, trim white legs of hers draped over his shoulders as he pumped his thick black cock into her.  It was those incredible long sexy legs of hers that first caught his eye, as she stepped out of the taxi and hastened into the office building.
 
Ever the cunning opportunist, Bobby borrowed a pen and then surreptitiously changed the "6" on Melanie's phone number to an "8" and then changed the "F" to a "P" on her e-mail address.  If Melanie checked back later, she would see that her ad was still posted on the bulletin board, but it was unlikely she'd catch the subtle doctoring that Bobby had done, rendering her ad useless -- except, that is, to him.  The next critical phase of his plan was to answer Melanie's ad and persuade the unwitting beauty to choose him as her traveling companion.  For this, he would need an accomplice, and it didn't take much effort at all for Bobby to talk Jolene Wingate into going along with the plan.
 
Bobby remembered that Jolene, who worked as a stripper, had bragged that someday she might venture out to ‘Sin City’ to seek her fame and fortune in the strip clubs there.  Coincidently, as they say in the industry, she was currently between engagements.  So, with her career in a state of flux, Bobby knew she was free and clear to throw in with him on his plan.   Making a call to buy her drinks that night, Bobby offered to pick up the tab for her travel expenses plus throwing in a couple hundred bucks as a starter, she quickly agreed to the deal.
 
Jolene couldn't have cared less about the fate of Melanie Tagger or Bobby's interest in the young beauty.  Life was dog eat dog, in Jolene's opinion.  All Jolene cared about was that she getting a free trip to Vegas, a change of scenery and an opportunity to jumpstart her stalled career as a stripper.  And whatever Bobby had planned for Melanie was not Jolene's problem.  Besides, as far as Jolene was concerned, getting crammed full of thick black cock just might do the uppity corporate secretary a world of good, and change her whole outlook on life.  Bobby briefed her on what to do and say, and Jolene simply followed his instructions to the letter, phoning Melanie and telling her she was calling about her ad.
 
Melanie and Jolene chatted for a while, then Melanie suggested they meet for lunch to discuss the arrangements in more detail.  Bobby scrambled to beg, borrow and steal an outfit for Jolene to wear for her luncheon with Melanie, an outfit a bit more stylish and classy than anything the bimbo blonde had in her own wardrobe, and an outfit that might convince Melanie that Jolene was a secretary, too -- well, a temp, anyway!
 
Jolene hadn't even finished high school.  To top it of, she had the look, style and comportment of the poor white trash stripper that she really was.  But, thanks to Bobby's help with her clothes, hair and make-up, she’d come across okay if she just kept from yakking too much.  With his coaching her on what to do and say, Jolene showed up for her lunch date with Melanie stylishly and tastefully dressed in a blouse and skirt, successfully pulling off the ruse.
 
The naive Melanie Tagger bought Jolene's story that she had happened upon the ad while passing through the lobby en route to a job interview there. Unfortunately, Jolene explained that the job went to another applicant.  Remembering that she'd seen Melanie's ad, she decided that rather than crying about losing out on the job, she'd treat herself to a cross country trip to Las Vegas instead.
 
Melanie confided that she had placed her ad on the bulletin board at work, rather than advertising in the newspaper, because she believed she was more likely to connect with a ‘safer’ caliber of clientele from which to select to be her traveling companion on the cross country trip to Las Vegas.  Jolene choked back a laugh as she assured Melanie that she had been wise not have placed an ad in the newspaper because the city was literally crawling with psychos and degenerates, scouring the want ads for an easy mark.
 
Even so, Melanie had misgivings about Jolene, and she felt more than a bit uncomfortable with the prospect of driving cross country with this brassy bottle-blonde bimbo as her traveling companion.  Melanie decided to stall Jolene for a few days in hopes that perhaps someone a bit more ‘classy’ would answer her ad.  But no one else responded, thanks to the fact that Bobby had sabotaged her ad.  So, with time running out, Melanie overruled her own better judgment and struck a deal with Jolene to share the drive and expenses to Las Vegas .
 
As per Bobby's instructions, Jolene waited until the night before she and Melanie were to depart for the trip to phone the unwitting beauty to say she was in fact a little short on money to cover her end of the expenses, advising “But I’ve got a friend Bobby who wants to accompany us on the trip, and is willing to split expenses 1/3 each!  I said that I’d just have to touch base with you first for approval!  It’d be much safer with three of us in a car together, Melanie!”

Melanie wasn't thrilled about adding a third person, but in truth, there weren't any other alternatives.  It would be tight, cramming a third person and extra luggage into Melanie's car, but, then again, splitting expenses into thirds, instead of halves, would actually be a blessing ……………………or so Melanie thought!  As Jolene didn't go into detail about her friend, Melanie naively assumed Jolene's friend was female and agreed to ‘her’ joining them on the cross country drive, mistaking the ‘Bobby’ for that of ‘Bobbi’.

 
The next morning, Melanie arrived to pick up her two traveling companions at the appointed time and place, the parking lot of a diner located in what looked to Melanie to be the skid row section of town.  She wondered to herself if she had somehow gotten the directions wrong.  As it happened, she almost drove right past Jolene, before doing a double-take and realizing the slutty looking blonde dressed in the skimpy denim cutoffs and pink lace camisole top was not a hooker, but was in fact Jolene.

Actually, unbeknownst to Melanie, she was right on both counts, as Jolene had just completed a last-minute ‘transaction’ with one of her regulars to score some extra cash for the trip to Vegas.  Melanie chided herself on being so judgmental about how Jolene was dressed, forcing a friendly smile as she pulled up and parked.  ‘Is your friend still planning to join us on the trip?’ she asked as she helped Jolene load the bags into the car.
 
“Oh, yeah ………………..the last two were Bobby’s bags!  Bobby’s getting up some snacks to munch on from the diner, should be along any minute!” Jolene advised.  Whenever mentioning ‘Bobby’, Jolene made sure not to mention ‘he’ to let the cat out of the bag.  With the car was loaded up with all the bags, Bobby then came sauntering out of the diner, carrying a cardboard to-go tray with three cups of coffee.
 
"All stowed and ready to roll?" Bobby grinned after pausing to look the unsuspecting young beauty up and down, nodding his approval.  “Melanie, this is Bobby!” Jolene said, choking back a laugh at the shocked expression coming across the innocent blonde’s pretty face.  “Bobby, Melanie!” Jolene finished.
 
Melanie's jaw dropped.  It had never occurred to the innocent young blonde that Jolene's friend was not female, and she was visibly shaken by the shocking revelation.  Her mind was racing, filled with trepidation at the prospect of traveling cross country with this imposing black man, but she was hopelessly caught between a rock and a hard place.  She had agreed to Jolene's request that her friend join them on the trip, the car was already packed and ready to go, and Melanie was counting on splitting the cost of the trip with Jolene and her friend.

At this point, how could she refuse to allow Bobby to accompany them without sounding like she was a racist.  Melanie's only hope of getting out of her awkward dilemma was to explain to her two traveling companions that taking a man along on the trip would cause a logistics problem, as she had phoned ahead to reserve a motel room for each of the two times they'd need to overnight during their trip.  She had asked for a no-smoking room with twin beds, expecting there would just be Jolene and herself.
 
Jolene anticipated where Melanie was going with her proposal, and quickly nixed it.  She interrupted “Look, honey, you agreed that Bobby could come along, and that we'd split the expenses three ways!  Money is tight all the way around on this trip, so we can't afford the luxury of any extra expenses ………..and unless you wanna kick in a third for the cost of an extra motel room, let's just go with things the way they are!  You can have one of the twin beds for yourself, and Bobby and I will share the other, okay?  That should solve the problem!"
 
Melanie blushed.  The real ‘problem’ was that she was uncomfortable with the arrangement and the prospect of having to share her motel room with her black male friend.  But Jolene had a point, as Melanie realized that she had agreed that Jolene could bring a friend and they'd split expenses three ways.  And it was her fault for not asking if her friend was male or female.  ‘It’ll only be two nights!’ she reasoned with herself.  She would just have to grin and bear it.
 
The naive young beauty had no way of knowing she had been set up from the get-go.  Innocent young Melanie had been led down the proverbial primrose path, the trap was set and about to snap closed.  Her only consolation was that Jolene would be with them on the trip to serve as chaperone, or so she thought.  After introductions were exchanged, the three took up their positions in the car, all three squeezed into the front seat, the back seat crammed full of belongings.
 
Melanie would drive, of course, and Jolene asked to ride shotgun, claiming she was prone to being car sick if she wasn't by a window.  Bobby sat in the middle, between the two girls.  Bobby purposely took up a bit more of the seat than necessary, forcing himself to be pressed up against Melanie, literally joined at the hip.  However, he pretended not to notice and off they went.  Bobby passed a cup coffee to Jolene, and one to Melanie.  “Las Vegas or bust!” Bobby toasted, as all three sipped their coffee.
 
Melanie never suspected that her coffee had been laced with a potent aphrodisiac, but before long she started to feel strangely sexually aroused, beginning to fidget noticeably behind the wheel, rubbing her thighs together and generating a series of knowing glances to be exchanged between Jolene and Bobby.  Could it be that sitting so close to her black male passenger was turning her on, she wondered.  ‘No, of course not!’ she reasoned with herself.  She had never been attracted to black men, although she had certainly heard the rumors about how well-endowed black men were.  Besides, she was head over heels in love with Brad Kinkade.
 
She had met Brad during a business trip to Las Vegas, five months earlier.  It was love at first sight, but the strain of a long-distance relationship was beginning to take its toll on them, and Brad proposed to her over the phone.  Melanie was an old-fashion girl, and accepted Brad's proposal of marriage, but she refused to allow him to finance her move to Las Vegas or to support her financially until after they were married and began a family.
 
She had given up her job to move to Las Vegas, confident that her training and experience as a secretary would make finding a secretarial job in Las Vegas an easy proposition.  Brad had offered for Melanie to move in with him, but she declined, thinking it would be inappropriate for them to live together before marriage.  He respected Melanie's decision that there would be no living together for them until after the wedding.  Thus, Brad arranged for Melanie to move in with his sister Nancy, until the wedding took place.
 
In addition, Brad had a diamond engagement ring sent by overnight carrier to Melanie as a token of his love and commitment.  Melanie would have preferred a more romantic scenario, with Brad proposing to her in person and placing the ring on her finger himself, but she was thrilled to be engaged to Brad and the prospect of becoming Mrs. Brad Kinkade.  With her attention focused on the road ahead, she was unaware that Bobby was ogling her trim, shapely legs.

As far as Bobby was concerned, the fact that the young beauty was engaged to marry another man made her just that much more desirable.  His cock twitched in anticipation as his gaze shifted from her legs to the glistening diamond on her finger, then back down to her legs.  As the aphrodisiac made its way into Melanie's bloodstream, she became noticeably more agitated and flustered as she fidgeted and tried to maintain her focus on the road ahead, all to Bobby’s delight.

Melanie then suggested that they pull in to refuel and to stretch their legs, before continuing on, needing to go to the restroom to somehow take care of her nagging itch.  Bobby and Jolene exchanged knowing glances and agreed to Melanie's request.  Bobby pumped the gas while the two females made their way to the rest room.  By the time they emerged from the rest room, the car had been refueled and Bobby was waiting for them with soft drinks in hand.
 
Melanie never suspected that her cheerful black traveling companion had spiked her drink with another potent dose of aphrodisiac.  Melanie readily accepted Bobby's offer to take the wheel for the next leg of the trip.  ‘Perhaps a break from driving would help!’ she reasoned.  But by the time they finally checked into the motel that night, Melanie was literally driven to distraction with sexual arousal.  She tossed her overnight bag onto the bed, blushing as she called dibs on the bathroom, hoping that a shower might ease the relentless itch between her legs.
 
Bobby told her to take her time, that he and Jolene would step out for a beer at the pizza pub next door, but all this was just a part of his devious plan to nail the hot little bitch.  Oh, they did go to the pizza joint to order but as a take out to bring back to the motel room with them. They called back to the room a few minutes later, supposedly to ask if Melanie wanted to join them for a beer, but, in fact, they were checking to see if the coast was clear.
 
Receiving no answer, they were assured that Melanie was in the shower, quickly returning to the motel room, letting themselves in using the spare room key.  Jolene immediately began going through Melanie's things, planning on helping herself to some of the lovely beauty’s possessions.  Meanwhile, Bobby was after some more intimate belongings ………………….then spotted Melanie's yellow lace panties on the floor by the bed.  He picked them up and held them to his face, inhaling their intoxicating scent, his cock rising to full staff.

Jolene picked up Melanie's purse and rifled through it.  Among the items was Melanie's wallet.  In the wallet Jolene found a photo of Brad, grinning as she passed it to Bobby.  “Hmmm, I doubt he'd be smiling if he knew what you've got in store for his lovely little fiancée, huh, Bobby?” she chuckled.  Next, Jolene happened upon Melanie's journal.  “Hey, check this out, the bitch keeps a diary!  Wonder what she wrote about me?”  As Jolene flipped through the entries, she found that she was in fact mentioned.  “Why that fuck’n little bitch!” she seethed.

Bobby took the journal from Jolene to read for himself.  He choked back a laugh.  As far as he was concerned, Melanie had not been nearly as cruel as she could have been in her assessment of Jolene.  She was merely stating the obvious, expressing her innermost feelings that she somehow felt uncomfortable with Jolene and the prospect of traveling cross country with her.  Too bad for Melanie that she hadn't listened to her inner voice in her assessment and concerns regarding Jolene Wingate.
 
Bobby turned his attention to the journal entries regarding Melanie's engagement to Brad, his cock twitching excitedly as he read her entry regarding pre-marital sex.  “Hey, Jo ……………….get a load of this!” as he proceeded to read out of the journal “Brad was not happy about my insistence that he wear a condom each time we had made love!”  But I adamantly stood firm ………………………telling Brad that it was either safe sex or no sex at all ………………….at least until we’re married!”
 
Jolene listened as Bobby read the last entry, then grinned as she pulled a package of condoms out of Melanie's purse and held them up for Bobby to see.  “Well, I guess that explains these little gems, then, huh?” Jolene cooed.  “I'll take real good care of them for little Miss Prim and Proper here!  I'm sure she'd only meant it to be used by her handsome fiancé ………………………….but maybe she’ll make and exception and let ya use one, huh, Bobby?” she chuckled,  to which Bobby replied “Fuck no ………….ain’t putting on raincoat on ………………….save it the whiteboy …………..besides, it’s way to fuck’n small fer me!”

By the time Melanie finished her shower, toweled off and stepped out of the bathroom, Bobby and Jolene had sneaked back out.  Using her cellphone, she called Brad to let him know that she was doing okay.  She mentioned that her expenses were now a bit less as Jolene got a friend to come along, thus her expenses were cut to a third.  But she did not tell him that Jolene’s friend was black and a male.  Then Bobby and Jolene returned a short time later, with hot pizza and cold beer for the three of them.  Hungry, Melanie ate a couple pieces of pizza with Bobby and Jolene.  She would have preferred a soft drink but took the beer offered to her, and unwittingly ingested yet another dose of aphrodisiac.

Less than an hour later it was lights out and all three turned in for the night.  The next thing Melanie knew she awakened to feel the bed shift as Bobby slipped in under the covers with her.  Before she could collect her thoughts, the weight of Bobby's body had her pinned to the bed and his hand was clamped over her mouth, while his other hand was up under her blouse and pushing her bra up over to bare her titty.   Struggling, but to no avail, Melanie shivered with unwanted pleasure as Bobby bent down to take her hardened bud into his mouth, tonguing at her stiff nipple.
 
Jolene flipped on the light and Bobby hushed Melanie, warning her “Scream and you'll be sorry …………….....real sorry!”  Bobby then went on to brief Melanie about her predicament and her options.  Jolene was holding up a packet filled with white powder in one hand and Melanie's purse in the other.  Bobby explained that the packet was filled with cocaine and they'd taken the liberty of making sure Melanie's fingerprints were all over it.  Melanie's eyes flashed terror and disbelief as Jolene dropped the packet into her purse.
 
“If you scream and bring the cops running to the rescue …………………then guess what?  First, it'll be our word against yours that the sex was consensual!  And second, our version will be that you got high on drugs and then got a little crazy!  When the cops check out who's telling the truth, guess what they'll find in your purse?” Bobby advised, studying Melanie's terrified eyes.  “And by the time you get out of the slammer after doing time for possession, your fiancé will have long since moved on and married someone else!” he added while leering into her eyes, asking if they understood each other.

After a moment to consider her dilemma, Melanie nodded in resignation.  What other choice did she have?  Either submit to Bobby's rape and defilement, or scream for the cops and try to explain away the packet of cocaine in her purse and why she was traveling cross country with this man and sharing a motel room with him and his crass bimbo girl friend.  Either way, she could kiss her engagement to Brad good-bye.
 
Squirming about on the bed, trying desperately to dissuade Bobby from raping her, Melanie pleaded with Jolene “Stop him ………………….please, stop him ……….don’t let him rape me!”  But the bimbo that she had agreed to ride with picked up the car keys and disappeared out the motel room door.  Blouse torn to shreds, bra yanked from her, then her shorts and panties became history also.

Then Jolene returned from outside and Melanie saw and felt the woman putting her black heels onto her feet.  “Ya spike me bitch and ya’ll pray ya were never borne!  Been dream’n of this since the day ya got outta the cab, look’n so fuck’n sexy in yer black heels!  Watched ya put up that card in the lobby …………………….know why no one else ever called ………………………………..cause ‘ol Bobby changed yer phone number and email address!” Melanie was told by the grinning Bobby who was stripping off his clothing while continuing to keep her pinned to the bed.

“Help me …………………………help me ………………………please, Jolene, get him off me!  Please ……………………please …………………..don’t let him rape me!” the innocent little bitch pleaded to the chuckling Jolene, who laughingly responded with “Me ………………….help you ……………………………the ‘air-head bimbo’ you had to settle for in making the trip to Las Vegas!  Look who’s the real ‘air-head bimbo’ ……………………….falling for Bobby’s conniving scheme to get into your tight little panties!”

To her horror, Melanie heard Jolene goad Bobby on with “Fuck her, Bobby …………..fuck the goody-goody little bitch ………………….nail the fuck’n bitch!”  And then Jolene was addressing her with “What’s with these ‘rubbers’ doing in your purse, Melanie?  You want one of these?”  As she looked up, Melanie observed the ‘air-head bimbo’ holding up the package of condoms that had been taken from her purse.
 
Rape inevitable, the sight of the protective condoms dangling before her held out her only hope!  “Yes …………………….yes ……………………please ………………please ……………..I ……………………I don't want to get pregnant!” Melanie pleaded.
But then Jolene merely laughed and taunted “But these are for Brad, aren't they?  You don't want to waste them on Bobby!  You'll need these for Brad, when you get to Vegas!  With Bobby’s incredible stamina, you just be sure to remind him to ‘pull out’ in time!”

 
Of course, Jolene knew that with all the aphrodisiac coursing through the innocent bitch’s system, she’d be too lost in her own orgasm to know any better.  That by the time it registered with her that Bobby was grunting out “Ohhh, yeah …………….ohhh, baby …………………gonna cum ……………………….gonna cum in yer hot little pussy!”  it would be too late to dislodge him before he flooded her fertile womb with his hot potent roe.   In fact, the bitch’s sexy legs would be wrapped around Bobby's black ass, deliriously spurring him at the critical ‘moment of truth’!

Using Melanie's camera, which Jolene had happened across when she was rifling through Melanie's bags, she captured the writhing honey blonde beauty’s rape on film, the photos would make a nice keepsake for Bobby …………………maybe even a couple of prints going to Brad Kincaid to let him see all the ‘fun’ he missed.  ‘Damn ……………very erotic!  Ought to make Brad rise to the occasion …………………..seeing his lovely bride-to-be with just a pair of black heels on ……………………spurring her black lover on ………………….getting him to cum in her!’ Jolene thought.

 

“Oooooooooooo …………………………oooooooooooooohhhh …………………..so big ………………………..so biggggggggggggggggggg!” Melanie panted out as her hot slick sleeve was spread wide by the invading rigid tube of hot flesh.  Indeed, never before had she ever been so widespread by a specimen of cock this size, one twice as thick as her fiancé’s.  Arching up into the invading cudgel, wanting it …………….needing it so badly …………………..Melanie was in dire need for a good fuck and she was now getting what she needed so badly!  And the way in which she was juicing, the smooth pumping and slushing sounds made their union appear to be a well-oiled fuck machine.

Both Bobby and Jolene knew that the innocent little bitch would be fighting and screaming had it not been for the potent aphrodisiac that had her needing a fuck so badly.  But her display of wanting and needing sex was all being captured on film and there would be no denying the fact that she was not resisting at all.  In fact, with her arms and legs wrapped around her rapist in such a manner, rape charges would surely be thrown out if the film was viewed.

As Jolene had anticipated, the hot little bitch was too far gone when Bobby announced his pending ‘cum’!  Too delirious and in the throes of her own orgasm, Melanie did not try to push her rapist off her body, failed to plead with him to pull out of her!  Instead, legs wrapped around the humping black ass with heels locked together, the hot little bitch also had her arms wrapped tightly around Bobby neck.  The well-oiled fuck machine began to pick up speed, faster and faster like a runaway locomotive headed downhill, right up to the big explosion.

A short time later, when the sexually spent Bobby rolled off of Melanie, Jolene saw the thick flow of semen oozing out of the ravaged beauty's stretched and swollen cunt and zoomed in for a close-up of her leaking twat.   Jolene smiled and shrugged as she casually dropped the condoms back into Melanie's purse, wondering if the condoms would be of any use later on ………………………….as all that hot cum of Bobby’s might already have put the little bitch in the family way!
 
Melanie was in a quandary.  She loved Brad with all her heart, giving up her job to move to Las Vegas to be with him, accepting his proposal of marriage after only knowing him for five short months.  But, on the other hand, she could not deny she had been in a heightened state of sexual arousal, pressed hip-to-hip against Bobby all during the first day's drive.  In spite of her resolve to deny herself any sexual pleasure during her rape, bolstered, along with her utter hatred and revulsion of the black man who threatened blackmail and defiled her, she had experienced heights of sexual ecstasy and gratification she never imagined possible.

She could not understand why her will power had been so weak, giving in to the unwanted sexual pleasure why copulating with her horrid blackmailer.  Reminding herself that she loved Brad, that she was his fiancée, yet how could she derive pleasure making love with this muscular black stud whom she had only met in the last twenty-four hours.  She was unaware that the aphrodisiac had worked only too well, quickly dissolving her efforts to refrain from having any sexual pleasure from the rape.  In no time at all, Bobby Kimbro had her writhing and moaning in ecstasy, even before penetrating her with his big hard cock.
 
She was racked with guilt over her foolishness in ignoring her own better judgment, stupidly embarking on the cross country odyssey with the likes of Jolene and Bobby.  Then allowing them to share her motel room at the prospect of saving a few dollars, her failure to use good judgment resulted in her being raped and defiled.  She blamed herself for her rape and defilement, her inability to fend off Bobby, and even worse for giving in to the mind-numbing orgasms that she experienced with him.
 
Rising early the next morning, Melanie eased out of bed, careful not to wake Bobby, and then quietly dressed to leave.  She vowed to put the previous night's indiscretion behind her and move on with her life, marrying Brad and being a faithful, loving wife.  Glancing over to the other bed, Jolene appeared to be sound asleep.  Melanie hoped to sneak out without waking anyone, but her plan quickly unraveled when she couldn't locate her purse.
 
“You aren't gonna get very far without this, honey!” Jolene taunted, holding up Melanie's purse.  Jolene smiled at the shocked beauty as she had merely been feigning that she was asleep.  “Hmmm, let's see .........................cash, credit cards, driver's license ………………….even your car keys!  Oh, and your condoms, too!  Sorry, honey, you shouldn't leave your bag just lying around.  It might get lost...or stolen.  I'd better hang on to it for you ………………….you know, for safe-keeping till we get to Vegas!”
 
“Please, haven't you done enough?  Just let me go!  Please!”  Melanie pleaded to her.  “Sorry, honey ……………….but a deal is a deal!” she was told by Jolene.  “And the deal is that it's you, me and Bobby …………………………all the way to Vegas!” she was advised by the blonde bimbo.  Even if she made a break for it, Melanie realized she wasn't going to get very far without her bag.  And she certainly couldn't report her bag stolen as long as there were those incriminating drugs in it.
 
A short time later the three were packed and on their way to Las Vegas.  Melanie never suspected that the orange juice handed to her by Bobby had been laced with heavy dose of aphrodisiac, and it wasn't long before that nagging itch of sexual arousal was back, this time it was unbearable.  She blushed as she thought about the mind-numbing orgasms she had experienced in bed with Bobby the night before, and now all she could think about was Bobby doing it to her again ……………………….needing a cock in her so badly ………………………..or she’d surely go out of her mind!

Melanie tried to remind herself that she was in love with Brad, that she had done all this for him ………….given up her job, packed up and moved to Las Vegas to be with him, to marry him!  And yet, all she could think about was Bobby and wishing the day's drive was behind them and that they were already checked into the motel and back in bed together.  Squeezing her legs together, she wanted to be back into the motel room for some relief …………………………….even if it meant cheating on Brad again by letting Bobby put his big black cock up into her horny snatch!

What was happening to her?  This man had forced himself on her, blackmailed her into submitting to being raped and defiled, and now all she could think about was jumping back into bed with him for another go-round!  Panting and in heat, going to the restroom when they pulled in for gas, she returned to the car to find that luggage in the backseat had been moved to the front passenger’s.  “I’ll drive this stretch, sweetie  ……………you look like you need a good rest ……………..or better yet …………a good fuck!” Jolene advised her.

Melanie did get to lie down in the backseat of her car, with a padded comforter laid out  ………………….only with her legs widespread and Bobby between them ………………….giving her just what she needed ………………..a good hard fuck!  At one point, with her head up against the back passenger door, she heard Jolene mutter “A damn school bus up ahead, really slowing things down!”  “Inside …………..pass’em on the shoulder!  Nice and ……………slow!” came Bobby’s advice upon looking up and out the front of the car.

Melanie then found herself being pulled toward the center of the backseat as Bobby lifted her legs up at the back of her knees.  Soles of her bare feet resting flat upon the raise window behind the driver’s seat, she squealed as Bobby wedged his cock up into her horny cunt once again.  She squealed again, pressing her feet up against the window.  But suddenly she felt the window going down, her feet and painted toes now dangling out of the open window.

“Oooooooooooooooooo!” she squealed as Bobby sank his boner deep into her.  Then there were much more squealing ………………………young female voices squealing ………………………….with young male voices mixed in with a lot of “Yeah!  All right, man!  Do her …………..do her!”  Blinking her glazed eyes as she looked over Bobby’s shoulder, Melanie saw teenage boys and girls hanging out of the bus’ windows to get a closer look of a white tramp taking on a big black stud!

“Fuck me …………………………fuck me ……………………….fuck me, you big black stud!  Give it to me …………………………….give me your big black cock!  Ohhhhhhh ……………………………yes ………………………yesssssssssssssssss ……………………cum ……………………….cum in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Knock me up ………………………….knock me up with your little black bastard!”  Feet on the door jam, Melanie arched up and screamed loudly for her cheering audience “Yes ………………….yes ……………………….I’m cummmmminggggggggggggggggg!”

Panting as the car sped up and left the scene as the teens applauded, Melanie realized that some of the teens were aiming their cameras down towards the car in hopes of capturing a memorable shot.  With the teens whooping and hollering with delight, waving as the car pulled away, Melanie naughtily raised her hand to the rear window to wave goodbye to her audience!  She certainly hoped none of the shots would capture her full profile.  But she dismissed it as what were the chances of it coming back to haunt her, especially with her headed off to Las Vegas, hundreds of miles from the scene of the highway fuck.

‘My, God ……………..they looked so young …………….not even in high school!’ she thought, realizing what an x-rated show she had put on for them.  But little did Melanie realize that young teens these days had the most modern of electronic gadgets to play with, one using a camera phone to capture and send the fuck session to a classmate at school.  Digital cameras would soon be downloaded onto their computers once the bus made it back to the school and it would be right out there for the public to view.

In Vegas, Brad was sitting in his office at the software company where he worked and going over the study on virus attacks and intruders into the various school districts they were contracted with.  Then John Norris stuck his head in and advised “Damn kids are quite ingenious these days!  Take a look at this disc ………………….we took care of correcting the problem but only after a teacher caught a bunch of kids milling around and laughing as the watched it all!”

Disc in and playing, Brad observed the main page for Hawthorn Middle School, which offhand appeared quite normal.  Then John advised “Click on the mascot in the corner!”  “Ain’t that something!” John advised as a streaming video captured a couple fucking in the backseat of a car, a big black stud giving it to what appeared to be a good looking white chick.  “Learned from the school officials that apparently some car pulled up next to the school bus on the shoulder of the road and then slowed down to give them a thrill!” John advised him.

Playing it back again, Brad got a glimpse of the gal driving the car as she turned and waved up at the teens in the school bus, then signaled them to the backseat as the rear window was being lowered.  A pair of feet was initially seen flat up against the glass, but then a pair of sexy white feet was dangling out from the lowered window, with nicely pedicured toes pointing skyward.  Zoom up of the camera showed a big black stud hammering away at the lovely honey blonde beauty beneath of him.

Turning up the volume, although the teens were all cheering and hollering, Brad could make out various excerpts of a woman voice screaming out “…………yesssssssssssssssss ……………………cum ……………………….cum in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Knock me up ………………………….knock me up with your little black bastard!  Yes ………………….yes ……………………….I’m cummmmminggggggggggggggggg!”  And then the car was pulling away as the driver raised her hand to wave goodbye.  Looking at the rear of the car that was reflecting the sun, Brad made out the female’s trim white hand also waving ‘goodbye’ to the busload of kids.

With John pulling up a chair, Brad played it again, commenting “Damn …..……that’s one hot little slut!  Looks like a pretty decent looking babe from what I can make out in the shots!”  Then John had him play back one section as he pointed out to Brad “Look at that diamond sparkle!  Wonder if that black stud gave her that big rock?  Bet this hot bitch is getting in one more fuck before marrying some whiteboy she’s engaged to!  Guess she’s figuring it’ll be one big one for the road before tying the knot, huh, Brad!”

As the car pulled away from the bus once again, Brad was about to turn off the computer when the color of the rear license plate caught his eys.  Out of state plates for sure, which was to be expected with most cars coming through the desert to Vegas.  But of all things, Maryland plates?  And the make and model of the car ……………….so similar to Melanie’s!  The driver certainly had not been Melanie, but the honey blonde beneath the black stud ………………….could it be …………………….could it have been?

Stopping the video, Brad then zoomed in once, then again as he tried to view the full license plate.  Maryland plates for sure, license plate number 5BZ-82H.  Shuddering, a cold sweat coming over him, Brad opened the top drawer of his desk and gazed at the information obtained from Melanie before leaving on her trip, just in case something happened and he needed to summon help for her.  5BZ-82H was an identical match.

‘God …………………how could I have been so stupid ……………….she sure had me fooled ………………………..playing that innocent bitch routine ………………..while she obviously can’t get enough of that big black stud!’ Brad thought.  ‘How will she act when she gets here?  That same innocent and hard to get little bitch?  Will she try to pull the wool over my eyes?’ he wondered.  ‘But damn ……………….that was so fuck’n exciting!  My bride-to-be …………………..a whore for black cock?’ he wondered.

‘Hmmm, in this town …………………having a beautiful white babe ……………who’ll spread her sexy legs for a big black buck …………………..that could mean some big bucks ………………especially if there’s a paying audience!  Maybe I should give my old buddy Ralph a call ………………………after all, Melanie said she wanted to get a job right away!’ Brad thought.

Brad then chuckled ‘Yeah, I’ll get Ralph to make it real appealing for her, give her a nice decent paying job ……………corporate secretary type job …………….…..yeah, that’s it …………………….right outside of town ………………….corporate secretary for the Moonlight Ranch …………………..where all the big black studs go out at night to bag some tender white meat!  The way she was enjoying that black stud, she’ll be spreading her sexy legs soon enough if’n it means more money plus big black studs to bone her with!’

End of Story.