100 miles of Porn

Miles and miles of road passed under my tires. Another day, another state, another big city, another customer. And a long-ass road in between each of them.

Driving and driving with nothing to do but think. Wearing out the scan button on my radio as I drive out of range of each station. Classic rock, country, hip-hop, talk radio. Passing the hours. My horndog brain returning again and again to my memories of the lovely strippers waiting for me in the club. Remembering our dances together. Mentally undressing them as I burn up the left lane.

Scanning. AM. Nothing. FM. Nothing. I’m really out in the sticks. And then a new thought crosses my mind. Driving with one hand I open my briefcase with the other. Out comes my laptop - booting up as I drive. Ear buds in the earphone jack. And the important part – I pop a DVD in the drive. An adult DVD, that I just happen to have in my travel bag. (How did that get in there?) All girl – “The Best of Girls Night Out”.

I can’t see the screen because it’s off to my right and watching it as I drive would be unsafe and wrong! OK, that’s not the reason. There’s too much glare on the screen. But I’m not wanting to watch anyway. I want to listen. And oh if my fellow interstate travelers knew what I was hearing in my earbuds as I stared at the centerline.

Behind the relentless horrible porn music are the beautiful, passionate sounds of sexy girl’s voices. “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Suck my pussy”. Panting. Licking. Sucking. Audio porn. I’m driving, they’re fucking and licking. Breathless moaning and groaning. Dildos and fingers eliciting screaming orgasms. Twosomes, threesomes, orgies. My earphones have a hard-on.

And the highlight was the sexy sounds of porn startlett Inari Vachs vigorously fucking fellow startlet Chandler in the ass with a strap-on. Pounding her. Slapping her ass. Chandler wailing incoherently. Awesome! And indescribably audibly sexy.

100 miles of audio porn. Until my battery died.

Now I was really a horndog plus I needed a break. I found an exit in a city where I knew a club was. And just that quick I’m seated at a tiprail. No dances, just the stage show, just long enough for a break from the road, that’s the plan. And the plan works through several dancers. 3 blondes in a row and that feeling that I’m still driving starts to wear off. My plan is holding, even in the face of a statuesque blonde – covered in tattoos and diamond cuffs and choker and, yes there it is, a diamond clit piercing. One more dancer and I’m back on the road. That’s where the plan derailed.