Hitcher Slut - Chapter 8 (Patreon)

We're getting closer now... closer...

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Gary was at a loss... again! He had no idea how his pants had gotten down around his ankles. One second he was staring at Hitcher Slut's face, who was fixated with primal hunger on his hard-on. It was one of the most arousing expressions that he had ever seen on a woman's face, and Gary could feel his cock about to explode in response.

The next thing he knew, she was pumping her head up and down on his fat hog like a piston.

He hadn't lifted his butt. He hadn't pivoted his pelvis at all. Yet he could feel his pants restricting his ankles, well past his knees. Somehow Hitcher Slut had pulled them, and his underwear, completely down in one shift motion. Like a magician removing a table cloth.

Then she dove on his dick like a bird of prey grabbing a fish out of a lake. It was almost like watching a shark in a feeding frenzy, except that the smell of his pre-cum, and not his blood, had driven Hitcher Slut completely wild. Her head was bobbing so fast that it was just a blur in his half-lidded vision.

Not that he could really pay attention anyway. He had tried to answer her question, "Is that for me?" Except that she had not really expected an answer. The question had been rhetorical. Hitcher Slut had planned to gobble down his throbbing cock no matter what he'd said.

A grunt was all that came out when Gary tried to reply, however, because she was already choking his pulsing schlong down her throat - right to the base of it. More unintelligible grunts were all the sounds that he could manage, as his hands tightened on the wheel in a death grip. He was already cumming in her mouth harder than he ever had in his entire life.

He had managed to keep his eyes partially open and on the road, but he was quite sure that he must be making one of those very strange faces that you only made when exerting yourself powerfully. His dick practically thrummed with the strength of his ejaculations. It felt like a massive steel rod, impossibly hard, was thrusting up from his crotch.

The pressure was indescribable, as was her suction. It felt like his cum was literally trying to explode right through the walls of his dick. He could feel every vein popping out and throbbing with each mighty pump of his semen. At the same time, it was like an incredibly powerful vacuum was sucking it out through the end.

In short, it was by far and away the most intense and forceful orgasm he had experienced. And it had only taken her seconds of pumping herself up and down on his shaft to achieve it. Though he had been pretty much ready to explode in his pants anyway. In fact, Gary was quite sure that he had been just about to make a mess, much like she had in her shorts, even if she hadn't stripped him naked.

It was a good thing his car was an automatic. There was no way he could have kept control if it had been a manual. It would have been absolutely impossible to respond to an emergency in his current state.

He grunted again, louder and in surprise. His orgasm wasn't stopping, and neither was she. She hadn't removed her succulent mouth from his twitching cock. She had held still for a moment, sucking up his semen like a hoover, but then she had gone right back to pumping up and down with wild abandon.

Gary was used to going soft after a good splooge, but he was still hard as a post and pumping more of his man juice into her mouth. What was even crazier is that his spasms seemed to be getting more powerful, not less. The whole experience was still ramping up in intensity, not calming down.

The same could be said of her mouth. Somehow it just kept feeling better and better, softer and softer, plusher and plusher, as well as wetter and wetter. Gary had just experienced the best and most powerful blowjob of his life, and it was still getting better.

It was becoming more slobbery too. He could feel the increasing wetness of her mouth coating his pulsing penis. Not to mention the change in sounds coming from his crotch. They were growing more audibly soggy and sodden each time her head bobbed up and down. The slightly gross, but highly arousing, sounds of her intentionally choking on his thick shaft at the bottom were also increasing in volume.

Hitcher Slut had started to involve her hands as well. Gary could feel one set of delightfully long nails teasing and playing with his balls. The other hand seemed to have a strangle hold on the base of his fat cock, which he thought would have cut off the flow of his semen but it somehow did the opposite.

She had formed a ring with her index finger and thumb which encircled him right at the base. It was acting almost like a marker, a stopping point, as her head reached bottom and her mouth took every last inch of him in. Except that she would pinch it closed, hard, once her mouth was completely full of him.

Hitcher Slut would then twist and rotate the finger ring around his shaft on her way back up, which was even worse (or better depending on your viewpoint). She would switch this up with simply pumping that hand up and down the full length of his shaft as her somehow plumper lips traveled their way back up to the apex of it - he could feel them swelling bigger and growing tighter around his shaft. Sometimes she would even mix the two motions. coaxing more and more sticky cum out of him with each twist, pinch, and stroke.

Her technique was impeccable. The pleasure was beyond words. The obscenity of the experience was exquisite. And Gary just kept on cumming the whole way through it. His dick never stopped, and neither did she.

And if all of that wasn't glorious enough, then there was her body. Gary could feel her massively swollen mountains pressing into his leg and overflowing it. Her halter top was mashed between them, almost cutting into his leg. The slight pain only added to the whole encounter and seemed to make his leg more sensitized to the lewd flesh that was enveloping it. He could watch bulging tit meat squish out the side of her top each time her head descended. It would compact against the divider and ooze down between the seats.

The sight was incredibly erotic and only served to enhance the rest of her lascivious curves. He could now see that her waist had definitely changed. It swerved inward now with a decidedly convex shape, as if she was wearing a corset at this very moment. Except that she obviously wasn't.

That pinched in shape transitioned seamlessly, and with extremely sensual roundness, into sumptuously wide hips. The delectable meat of them jiggled fantastically whenever her head reached the bottom of his shaft, and Gary could clearly hear the occasional rip from the widening tear in her shorts. More and more of her lusciously thick thighs would leak out each time the enticingly provocative sound filled the tight confines of the car.

And then there was her ass. Two giant moons seemed to rise up over her head each time it descended. The twin spheres made her half-disintegrated jeans shorts look like they'd been painted on. They were nearly a match for her overgrown gazongas, and the sheer amount of shimmy and shake motion that they were able to generate was unbelievable. It was like watching two enormous spheres of jell-o every time she shifted or wiggled her hips, which was a lot. Almost as if she was giving them an intentional waggle once they were fully in view.

Gary didn't know how many times he had exploded in Candy's mouth, or for how long his seemingly endless orgasms had managed to last. He was aware that he now thought of her as Candy, and not Hitcher Slut. He was also aware that he was holding her hair in his right hand, the one covered in her juices. It was his token effort to help Candy with her slobbery, messy blowjob by keeping it out of the way. It also gave him a more entertaining handle to hang onto during the insanely erotic experience.

The long, golden locks were completely natural. No dye had ever touched her healthily follicles, which almost seemed to glow from within. It had grown long enough that Gary essentially held a long pony tail between his fingers. He watched as the glistening, beautiful mane grew longer in his hand. It also lightened from a slightly darker golden color to more of a bright, wheat-blonde.

He was utterly speechless and completely enthralled. He was putty in her hands, his spurting dick a slave to her desires.

He grunted again, a little meekly, and felt kind of deflated in his seat. That last shot of his cum had been rather weak, and Gary finally felt spent - more than spent. It was as if a fraction of his very lifeforce had been sucked out of him through his cock, which was still rock-hard even though he felt like he was going to pass out from ejaculating so much cum. He suspected that he'd blown a load a dozen times or more.

His right hand fell from her luxurious hair to his side, though he kept the other one on the wheel. Candy's head slowly rose up from his crotch, but her mane of bright blonde hair hid her face. She arched her back and snapped her head back, popping that incredible booty and thrusting out her ginormous juggs. Her hair flipped behind her in an incredible spray.

When her lovely locks finally settled, Gary was not surprised at all to see the gorgeous face of his dream girl from Las Vegas.

Candy really did sit beside him now.