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CHAPTER SIX

The hot desert sun beat down on her naked body. Laurine struggled a bit but the ropes holding her spread-eagle were too tight. The heat of the metal roof under her ass and shoulders burned. She was certain that, in spite of the thin pad between her flesh and the metal, she was going to get third degree burns.

And if that wasn't enough, the sun beating down on her would roast her alive. She could almost feel the blisters popping up on her untanned sections of skin.

To have those lovely white tits burned red and raw would be a disaster but not as painful as having her cunt totally singed. The sweat beading on her body told her exactly how hot the sun was.

As a hot wind began blowing across the desert, she heard the crunch of tires in the distance. Underneath her, the driver of the car got out and peered at her.

The director said, "About ready, Miss Parks?"

"Hell, I didn't know it'd be like this. Tied to the top of a car and staked out in the middle of a fucking desert!"

"Don't worry about sunburn. You body won't be exposed long enough. And remember, you did volunteer for this. I told you it would not only be different, but that it would be a little dangerous, also."

"I didn't know I was going to get my poor little bod roasted like a Thanksgiving turkey. You didn't tell me that."

"I never give too many details about a customer's whims. It makes the staff less responsive to his needs. And here is the customer now. Just do whatever he wants."

Laurine struggled against the ropes holding her spread out on the roof of the car. Do what he wanted? She couldn't move a muscle, much less resist the man's intentions, whatever they might be.

She'd heard of some strange sexual hang-ups since she began work for Love, Inc., but nothing compared to this. And she had the idea that there was more to it than just staking her out mother-naked in the middle of the desert and atop the roof of a car.

"Ready, sir?" the director asked.

"Start your engine," was the reply.

The car shifted on its shock absorbers as the man clambered onto the roof of the car to join Laurine. The man looking down at her was well-muscled and obviously more used to the sun than she was.

His face was tanned like fine leather, expensive leather. And his hands were big and powerful. The man wasn't too tall but was compactly built. He had the air of danger about him.

"I assume you're wondering why I requested this particular arrangement, young lady."

"I can ask?"

"Certainly, and I'll tell you. I thrive on danger. I've hunted big game in Africa. That's closed to me now. They fear all the big game animals will be killed off. So, I turned to racing. That is a never ending thrill for me, but I want something extra. This is it."

He slipped on racing gloves and then unzipped his fly. A huge cock snapped into the girl's line of sight. She licked her lips, and not just because the sun was drying them.

The sight of his cock renewed her faith in the director and Love, Inc.. No matter what a weirdo he might be, anyone with a cock like that could make her jump through hoops and sit up and beg.

"So you want to fuck me on top of a car? Why in the desert?"

"These are salt flats, my dear. Where this car can easily travel over a hundred-twenty miles an hour." To the director, now seated at the wheel of the car, "Any time you are ready, sir."

Laurine was surprised when the car began to roll. She cried out, "You want to fuck me while we're driving over a hundred miles an hour? Christ in Heaven!"

The man smiled. "You're quick on the uptake, my dear. And I do so hope you have a nice, tight cunt. That makes it all the more exciting."

He dropped down between her legs, stroking gently over the dried skin. His gloves were almost as smooth as her flesh. She felt gooseflesh marring the satiny surface as he stroked over her inner thigh. The entire idea of fucking atop a speeding car was turning her on.

"Yes, dear lady, it is exciting, isn't it?"

She didn't answer. The wind was pulling her hair back from her head. Long streamers of her brunette hair fluttered behind her. Something about the sensual feel of the wind caressing her lips and face made her relax. She was almost able to forget the hot sun beating down on her unprotected body.

It didn't stay unprotected long. The man positioned himself between her legs, then pushed out until his glans pressed firmly into her pussy lips. His body crushed hers to the top of the car.

The metal was still hot, very hot. She winced as the pain shot into her shoulders. Then it was all erased by the feel of his cock slipping smoothly up her well-lubricated twat.

"Ummm," he sighed. "You are a tight one. Tight enough to keep me on top of the car?"

She didn't know what he meant. With the wind hissing so loud in her ears now, she wasn't certain she understood everything he was saying.

In spite of her earlier apprehensions, she found this setting to be a relaxing one. She could concentrate only on the feel of his cock wiggling around inside her twat.

Everything else soothed and calmed her nerves. The heat was working its way into her aching muscles. The pain from the hot metal was slowly fading and her wrists and ankles no longer hurt from the tight bonds holding her on top of the racing car. Even the gentle swaying of the car as it bounced over the desert soothed it.

Soothed and stimulated her. The man's cock was shoved all the way up her cunt. Only the motion of the car supplied any real movement to it. She could feel his prick dancing around inside her, sure, but it was the rocking of the car that gave her the impression of a hard fucking.

As the car shifted from side to side, his cock slipped in and out of her cunt. The movement as his body glided across hers stimulated her clit. The taut skin was pulled over her go-button until she felt the beginnings of true arousal inside her.

Gasping, breathing hard against the rush of the wind, she realized then even the hot air whistling through her hair was turning her on. The liquid feel as the air caressed her body reached every single nerve in her body. She was ready for anything the man had to offer.

"It's almost peaceful, isn't it?" he asked.

"Peaceful? Yeah, it is. But I think it's also sexy as hell!"

"Sexy? That, too. And just wait. We're nearing the first turn."

She craned her neck to try and see. She couldn't. His body blocked her view.

Then the car skidded around in a 180 degree turn. The director had simply stomped on the brakes and slewed the car around. Before she could sort out everything happening to her body, she was shoved down powerfully by the acceleration of the car. It was travelling even faster on the return route.

Her cunt was throbbing with life. As the car made the swift turn, his cock had bounced off first one then the other side of her pussy walls. He was stretching her not only with the girth of his cock but the immense power of the car. He was using the rocking motion to fuck her, the turning power to stretch her cunt to the limits.

"Go on, damn you!" she begged. "Fuck me!"

"Ah, you begin to feel a little of the excitement I do!"

His hips levered back, then he smashed into her.

The jolt shot all the way up her spine and hammered her brain unmercifully. Over and over he used those powerful, deep, penetrating strokes to give her his cock. The fucking wasn't gentle and lacked technique, but the girl couldn't have cared less.

The location was the thing. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the desert rushing by her. She was never much good at estimating speeds but the car had to be going at least ninety.

She let the warmth of the sun and the hot breath of the wind soothe her nerves. She was getting uptight over the entire scene. She couldn't fall off the car as long as she was tied securely down. The man, however, was hanging on. The only real anchor he had was… in her.

His cock had to be gripped tightly by her twat or he would slip off and be crushed by the car!

As her stomach muscles tightened at the thought, the man said, "So you are beginning to understand? Good because here comes another turn!"

He threw his arms up into the air so that he wasn't hanging on to the roof at all. The man's only firm contact was his cock buried balls deep up her cunt.

As the car spun around, the force tried to heave the man off. The girl clamped down with her cunt muscles as hard as she could. It was a losing battle. Her own body was betraying her. The cunt juices were making his prick too slippery to hang onto for long.

That and the force of the huge car spinning was far too great to be overcome by only a cock fitted into a twat.

Just as the girl felt the cock slowly being pulled from her belly, the car righted itself and slammed back down the stretch. The cock jarred her as the man fucked back into her.

"Excellent! I could actually feel you hanging in there! Super!"

He fucked her with short, fast strokes this time. The rapid fucking built up heat inside her equal to that of the sun shining so brightly overhead. Sweat poured off her body. She lived for the man's weight crushing down onto her tits.

Every time the car swayed from side to side, his cock entered her quim at a new and different angle. Every single square inch of her pussy was receiving the benefit of his prick.

She had to scream as the car twisted around in another of the quick 180 degree turns.

This time, the man's prick felt like a railroad spike digging into her guts. The sensation was coupled with vibration from the car. She thought he'd pulled out his prick and shoved in a vibrator.

"This is living!" he screamed as the car sped along the route at over a hundred ten miles an hour.

"Fuck me good! It feels like zillions of butterflies gone berserk in me. Drive them out with your cock! Burn me up with your lovely, fucking hard cock!"

Each trip down the salt flats took less time than the preceding circuit. The wind whipped their flesh, burning like flames licking across sensitive skin. The girl was acutely aware of the hot air smashing into her pussy lips. The love juices leaking from her cunt as he repeatedly plugged it with his cock helped.

The thick oils kept the wind from cracking her precious skin. But the hot breeze hammering into her crotch at over a hundred miles per hour made her acutely aware of every single touch of the man's prick.

"I can feel my balls tightening up now," he shouted in her ear. "The air is working on my balls!"

"I know! I know! Ummm, ohhhh!"

His hands gripped firmly down on her tits. He began working them in circles. The left tit went in a clockwise direction. The right tit was rotated in the opposite direction. She felt as if he meant to rip those luscious mounds of titflesh from her chest.

When the turn came again at the end of the run, he had three holds on her. His cock was thrust all the way up her twat. She helped keep him there by squeezing down with her powerful muscles. But the man also gripped down even harder on her tits.

She was positive they'd come off in his hands before the car was entirely turned around.

The pain of the grip assaulted her body. And she could see the vicious red finger marks he left on her tender flesh. It was bad enough having those mountains of boob burned by the sun. But now he was manhandling them just to keep from being flung off the roof of the car.

He made it worth her while on the return run. His prick delighted her. He fucked her with all the skill she'd come to expect from the customers of Love, Inc.. And he gave her the added bonus of the situation.

The car vibrated powerfully under them. It made his cock shudder so much inside her, she knew she was going to come at any second. But he wasn't content with just giving her this release.

Everything else was working for them. The sun and wind, the very danger of their fucking, made her aware of life. Her body sang out a song of sheer joy as she could no longer hold her feelings pent-up inside.

She came.

Then she noticed the car was no longer racing in a straight line. It was zigzagging across the desert. The man was being thrown from one side of the roof to another. She felt the pain in her shoulders as she was tossed hard against the bonds tying her to the roof.

The man seemed to expect this sudden change of course, however. The look on his face was one of excitement such as she'd never seen before. It was sex, yes, but it was more.

She could imagine this man and what he would be like to ball after he won a race. He'd be a tiger. His cock would rip her flesh and she would love every second!

The car spun and rocked and braked and accelerated in an attempt to throw the man off. Instead, he came.

His cock expanded to the size of a firehose in her twat. She screamed as the first tide of his fiercely hot jism blasted into her. Then she followed him and let herself go. The climax was even bigger than she'd anticipated.

The mixture of a real stud and the danger gave this fuck an aura she'd never before experienced.

Soon, the car slowed down. When it stopped, the man stood, towering over her. He looked down and smiled before jumping off to the ground. In a few minutes, she heard a car start and crunch away in the dried salt.

The director looked at her and asked, "How was it, Miss Parks?"

She could only sigh, remembering exactly how great it had been.