The Gamer Chapter 1371 – Highway 69 (Patreon)

Hailey floored the gas pedal. John’s pick-up truck picked up massively. Acceleration pressed him against his seat and did doubly so for Hailey. The country gal laughed loudly and reached for the gear stick. She clicked her tongue when she was reminded that she was driving an automatic.

There was no one else on the road, not even remotely. The Mobile Barrier of the car was active, John had taken care of that, so Hailey could let loose her inner speed devil and push the engine to its limits. Modern as it was, even at over 200 km/h, it still stayed relatively quiet. A large casino appeared to their right and was rapidly left behind.

Just because she could, Hailey drew a steady slalom. Behaviour that would have been absolutely unacceptable on a highway, she could live out worriless. The country gal gave him a giant grin. “Eyes on the road!” the Gamer cautioned her. They were still in a large vehicle, and while he may have survived the car crash, assuring the same for her would be difficult.

Hailey eased his worries somewhat by taking her foot off the gas. The car rolled along, gradually slowing down. Then his worries rose again when she suddenly took them offroad. The broad tires of the pick-up truck functioned well enough to let it roll on, until they came to a halt. “Al’rit, purrdy man, we reached our destination.”

To either side of them was only countryside. Reddish brown dirt, dried up grass, trees, an artificial pond in the distance. Nothing special appeared to be around. Interested, John followed Hailey outside.

The day was heavily advanced and it was still scorching hot. With the sun only slowly vanishing behind the Oklahoman landscape, the rays continued to heat up everything. There was no shade around either. Without the systems of the car, the entire warmth of the environment hit John in the face. It was much less notable than when he had first arrived. Hailey seemed barely bothered at all. She wore basically nothing, just her trucker hat, a yellow leather bikini top and matching bottom. Her feet were only covered by flip-flops. Even the way the sweat formed on her smooth skin suggested more that she had just hopped out of a pool than them standing next to a highway.

“Where exactly are-?” John started to ask, when Hailey suddenly marched to the back of the car. He followed her with an eyebrow raised, eyes glued to her almost naked ass. The tan line of her hotpants expanded past the dimensions of the leather vanishing between those twin spheres. Brown transitioned to European white three-quarters up. The hotpants hid most, but they did not hide much.

It took everything within John to not bend her over the tailgate and do with her as he pleased. No woman dressed like this around a man then asked them out on a drive, alone, expecting nothing to happen. The only time Hailey had been more revealed around him was when she had been literally naked.

“Star’r,” Hailey drawled, in her lovely accent, making the tent in John’s pants twitch. Pants were all he wore himself, having discarded his shirt due to the heat hours ago. She gulped and it wasn’t because of a dry throat. “This is why we’re here.”

John followed the extension of her index finger to a road sign. When he saw it, he almost laughed, but the realization turned his mood more serious. ‘Highway 69’ it read. She had driven him all the way out here for a pun and an invitation, if the bedroom eyes she gave him were read correctly. When it came to such signals, John was quite experienced.

“Out here?” John asked, looking around. The sun tingled on his skin.

Hailey put her hands behind her hips and took long, playful steps towards him. “It wrong for a gal to have her first fun with a man she fancies in the middle of the country she loves?” she asked in a playful drawl. “Plus, I always wanted to do somethin’ outdoors… Illusion Barriers sure are nifty.”

The moment she had arrived in front of John, they exchanged a kiss. It was quick, nothing much compared to the heated one earlier. There was a silent understanding that there was only so much time they could comfortably act under the scorching sun. Hailey broke it and began to sink to her knees.

John grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back up. “That’s not how I do things,” he told her. Uncertainty reflected in her eyes when he left her standing there. A temporary measure, needed only to put down the back of the tailgate. Then, with certainty, he pulled Hailey over. She gasped passionately when he did exactly as he fantasized and bent her over the tailgate.

“Ah!” she yelped, when he softly smacked her ass. The Gamer noted the pitch, the tone, memorized her reaction in every last detail, then he gave a second, slightly harder one. “Ow!” she cried, between laughter, lust, and genuine pain. A tad beyond the barrier of what she was comfortable with. Just like that, he had a rough idea of how rough he could be with her.

“Fuck, I’ve been staring at this ass for weeks,” John groaned and put his hands on the sides of her wide hips. Indulgent, he jiggled the glorious fusion of fat and muscle. It was like he was finally in contact with heaven. Her backside rippled and slowly came to a rest. Every last bounce made his cock twitch all the more urgently. However, there was something holding him back. “Only oral?”

“Yeah,” Hailey responded with a nod. That was the implication of the location. A limit John did not like but that he would oblige. If Hailey wanted to let him have a taste of her before she went, he would give her a taste of what the haremettes had felt when he had pounded them in front of her. A deep, throaty moan accompanied with biting of her lower lip, when John picked her up effortlessly.

‘Not particularly masochistic, but definitely leaning towards the submissive,’ John noted, when he placed her back down, a bit further on the loading platform. Hailey looked gorgeous on the back of the pick-up truck. The backdrop of the dirty loading area just fit her, in the most complimentary way possible. With the trucker hat and the tan lines, the sun-bleached blonde hair and the tomboy smile, she practically belonged there. The drops of sweat on her skin pearled down her midriff, gathered seductively in her navel or ultimately dripped from her.

John licked the salty liquid from her midriff. The touch of his tongue made Hailey giggle and gasp. His hands moved up her sides and swiftly found their way under the laces of her bra. Then, under the covers themselves.

Hailey moaned, when he took two handfuls of her large tits. The indulgence of his first touch of her tits was stretched for as long as the situation allowed. Soft and firm, with a pair of hard nipples, so easily teased, her tits were everything to the touch that they had been to the eyes. He pushed the bra up, so he could see the pink of her crowns, then he switched all his focus to down below.

A single strand connected the inside of the leather to her virgin cunt. The pink pussy lips were already swollen with excitement. John did not bother taking her bottoms all the way off. Down to her knees was good enough for him to put his face between her delicious thighs and have his first taste of her hairless cunt.

Salty, from the sweat; slightly sweet, from a recent shower; and with a hint of peppermint, from a shampoo John already knew very well a certain Lightbearer recommended. The single lick already had Hailey excitedly purring. John followed it up with slow, sensuous attention. He teased her labia with long licks, shallowly penetrated her light pink pussy with his pointy tongue. The stimulation further excited her and soon her clit was easily accessed

John teasingly circled around the sensitive button. A soft thud made him look up for a moment. Hailey had put her upper body down, her face now hidden behind her arching spine. “More!” she cried, hands reaching for the back of his head.

Eagerly, John obliged. Turned on as she was from that already, all he had to do now was find a rhythm and stick to it. Two fingers added into the mix, he penetrated her while continuously circling and licking her clit. The moans of the country gal rapidly rose in pitch. Writhing almost made her escape his loving efforts. Loading one leg onto his shoulder, he held her close.

It took less than a minute after that for the arching of her spine to turn extreme. Freely, she shouted into their private pocket dimension in the open landscape. Pussy juice drenched John’s fingers. Folds tightened around them. Incoherent babbles mixed in with the lustful vocalizations.

John pulled back, kissed the inside of her thighs, and watched as the trembles of her orgasm gradually turned into an almost controlled twitching. “Wow,” she sighed. “Didn’t think it coulda got that goooood.”

“Any previous reference?” John asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Hailey shook her head.

“Been… givin’ help previously.” Hailey poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue to remove any ambiguity about that statement. Disappointed, John shook his head. “Ya don’t wanna hear it?”

“Just disappointed with members of my own sex,” he clarified and kissed his way around her wet pussy. “Getting between these legs should be every man’s first priority. Rewards come later. That’s how I do things.”

“Been seein’ and hearin’ ya get a lot more service than ya give,” Hailey pointed out.

“The advantage of having a harem, many submissives in it, and a cock that is a delight to suck.” John scooped her up and she hastily wrapped her arms and legs around him to maintain balance. Carrying her in front of him like that made her naked tits squish against his chest. They shared a deep, swift kiss. “I’ve never refused to give service when called on. The pleasure of my women is my highest priority. It’s just that when I receive it, they often enjoy that even more.

“Lemme test that where I ain’t gettin’ heatstroke,” she whispered.

“Exactly my thinking.” John tossed her on the backbench of the car. She remained there, alone, for only a moment, while John climbed into the front seat and turned on the mana-powered air conditioning. Cold air soon pushed the temperature down to reasonable levels. They both shivered for a moment, the sudden difference in temperature causing their sweaty bodies to feel that much colder. “How do you want to do this?”

“However ya prefer, purrdy man,” Hailey purred, sprawled out across the backbench. Absent-mindedly, she played with her pussy. Two fingers moved her puffy pussy lips in alluring circles. A couple times, she tapped her sex, showcasing the wetness he had caused with each gooey strand of clear pussy juice. “Just one request: the hat stays on.”

“Of course, the hat stays on,” John responded, almost offended that she thought she even had to bring that up. The trucker hat was almost integral to pull Hailey’s look together, especially in the absence of any oil stains.

Chuckles were interrupted when he put a knee next to her head. John could practically feel the draft of air from her intense inhale. Breathily, as if she had just been hit by a gust filled with the sweetest drugs known to mankind, she said, “Your smell does things to a young woman, ya know that?”

“I had a lot of advice on my cologne,” the Gamer hummed. “Help yourself to what you want.”

Hailey’s unoccupied right reached for his zipper. Effortlessly, she pulled down the fly, popped open the button, and then yanked his pants down. Muttering something incomprehensible, she stared at his barely contained package. The show between her legs turned into genuine masturbation. Two fingers curved inside. Wet noises filled the car. The speed increased, while she massaged his manhood through the mundane undergarments. A wet spot soon formed, where the tip of his cock met the deep blue fabric.

“I thought you’d have some kinda magical underwear,” she purred.

“I do, I just decided not to wear them on vacation,” he told her. “But if you’re wondering if I can just make these disappear.” He pressed a button. “I can.”

Hailey let out a surprised, wanton gasp when his heavy cock suddenly was right above her. She lost no time, stretching her neck and extending her tongue, until she connected the pre-cum coated tip. “Tashtesh sho good!” she proclaimed, open-mouthed.

“Just the beginning of what makes sucking me off such a mutually enjoyable experience,” John told her. While her tongue glided down to the base, he groaned. It was far from the experience or talent other haremettes had, but the difference between a basic and a fantastic blowjob was not so vast that John felt nothing. Especially not when her gorgeous body was on display.

The sweat was reduced to a slight sheen on her curves. The bra remained pushed up and was just a mess of leather below her collarbones. The thong she had kicked off at some point, they’d probably have to find it outside later. Hailey looked every bit as gorgeous on a backbench than she did on a tailgate. Playing with her clit, winding seductively on the leather, kissing and licking his manhood, she was right in her element.

“Suck my cock,” John ordered. The words caused a moment of hesitation, as the unfamiliar sensation of his order dangled the reward of obedience and the option of disregard in front of her. Knowing what she signed up for, she went for the former, and inhaled sharply when her lips wrapped around his dick.

The girthy shaft hid most of her face. What he could not see through her expression, he heard in her moans and saw in the arching of her back. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head while she slowly took more of him inside her. Twitching betrayed a minor onset of her gag reflex. It was swiftly suppressed.

John found himself gasping with surprise when his cock was sucked into her throat without any issue. A bulge travelled down her throat. Deeper and deeper, she took him inside, and the command rewarded her accordingly. Hailey rubbed her clit feverishly. Her toes curled. Her whole body vibrated, tense down to the last fibre.

Then John felt her nose against his sack. A deep, prolonged moan reverberated in his shaft. Wide hips bucked off the seat. Thighs quivered and seized, spasms causing Hailey’s lower body to rise and fall with the coming and going of the pleasure that flowed through her like waves. Hard, she plopped down back onto the seat, only for another wave to send her ass halfway back up.

John pulled back, quickly, and she took a deep breath the moment he unblocked her mouth. Panting and gasping, she gave him a proud, upside-down grin, strands of phlegm and precum connecting her lips to his ecstatically quivering cock. “I asked for homework – Scarlett provided,” she drawled, between lustful breaths.

“God, I love that woman,” John mumbled, then put his cock back against her lips. “Keep sucking.”

That order was the last words his mouth produced. He took one more good look at Hailey’s body, while she kissed the tip of his cock, then he bowed over her. Even her wide hips were covered by his shoulders. His brain tingled with satisfaction, pinning the country gal down like this. He grabbed her round ass with both hands and that satisfaction was complete.

Deep, his fingers sunk into the firmness of her derriere. Pulling her lower lips up against his mouth, he indulged himself fully. Tongue extended as far as it would go, he deeply drank from her taste, from the sensation of her folds twitching around him. Each moan she made, further justified every squeeze of her bubble butt he treated himself to. A little smack made her enjoyment soar. It was all about measuring the pain administered properly.

A cheeky tap on his own bum had him groan disapprovingly. Hailey chuckled, then pulled at his hips, She animated him to thrust deeper into her mouth and he obliged, stopping when the pull stopped. Exploring the form of his firm ass, Hailey cried lustfully while sliding back and forth on his manhood. Interest in his butt, John could not comprehend. Then again, if he could, his harem would not be filled with only one sex.

Such thoughts were let go easily. The task before him took what attention wasn’t taken up by enjoying Hailey’s efforts. Time for delicate teasing was long gone, now he could do with her delicious flower whatever he wished. All that mattered was that he did it well.

With one more little smack, one hand parted from Hailey’s round rear. Middle and ring finger pressed together, he circled her exposed clit. His tongue penetrated her over and over again, only giving her little breaks when he felt like it. Easily, he brought her to her third orgasm. Then a fourth. Her taste filled his mouth and he only stopped to let her breathe.

The service he gained in return was… well, to put it truthfully, he barely received any service at all. Between the swiftness of her orgasms and her inexperience with this pose, she barely ever got to suck him off properly. The effort, however, John noted and there was a devilish way to make this work.

Heated, he sprung right back into action after her fourth climax ebbed away. Hailey tried to suck him off, but the way he thrust into her lips soon made it clear that he was taking full control. Her tongue worked the tip each time he pulled out far enough to let her breathe. Otherwise, she fully gave herself to his pace.

Moans, more excited than ever, rose and rose in pitch – only to collapse into frustrated gasps when John pulled away mere moments from her fifth orgasm. Frustration turned into a different form of excitement, when this pattern repeated several times over. Hailey was kept on the edge, barely able to concentrate, and channelled all she had left inside her head into receiving the facefucking as best she could.

It took almost fifteen minutes of this for John to finally feel his orgasm build. The need to warn her slipped his mind, he was so used to his groans and the quickening pace to be all the warning his girls needed. Likely, she got the message anyway, especially when he dove between her legs to finally finish her off.

Hailey’s heels dug into the seats. Leather creaked, her pussy pressed into his affectionate touch, and he exploded halfway down her throat. The orgasmic scream was short-lived, muffled by the need to gulp down the immense amount of semen gushing down the country gal’s throat. Gush, her pussy did as well, as the edged orgasm was further elevated by the first taste she got of his cum.

John pulled away from her cunt, swiftly straightened up, and removed his cock from her mouth. Immediately Hailey started coughing. The quantity of his seed simply overwhelmed her. Several more ropes of thick white blasted across her chest, decorating those tan line marked tits and part of her midriff. Muscles shifted subtly under the smooth skin. Spasms kept her from controlling herself. John gave his cock a few pumps, to get the last few drops of cum out of his shaft.

“Jesus,” Hailey gasped, slowly coming down off her orgasm. She gulped audibly. John took his knee off the bench to get a proper look at her. The blonde was still quivering with aftershocks. An outline of moisture was painted on the leather around her curves. The inside of her thighs and her pussy were absolutely drenched with her juices. Her face was a mess of all kinds of fluids. The cum she was incapable of gulping down in time was smeared around her lips and nose.

Her eyes, slightly reddened from the abuse of her throat, stared down at herself. Any warning she had gained regarding the several superhuman aspects of the Gamer’s lovemaking had not prepared her how she would end up, it seemed. At the sight of her cum-covered body, Hailey bit her lower lip and shivered with an intense aftershock.

“Is it always like this?” Hailey asked. Her green eyes found his, tongue lapping up some of the thick white around her lips. “So intense and so much… cum?” A hand traveled towards her lower abdomen. “Gotta wonder how it feels in here…” she mumbled.

“Yes, always,” the Gamer answered confidently.