I was sobbing softly and sipping a glass of Chardonnay. My husband and I were safe in our high-rise hotel and the dogs were comfortable on the adjacent bed.

“What’s the matter, honey?” Jim, my husband, asked.

“I’m just so relieved we made it through hurricane Milton. But I must confess, I had to suck a stranger’s cock to get here.”

“What?” Jim exclaimed.

“The roads were clear, and gas was plentiful when you left Sarasota for here 4 days ago. No such luck for me. After I packed, loaded the dogs in the car, and pulled into the gas station on Clark road, I couldn’t get the pump to work. The guy next to me told me there was no more regular gas available and that I had to buy premium. The card reader was down, so I had to use the emergency hundred bucks in the glove box to fill up with cash.”

“Everything was fine until I-75 turned into a parking lot around Ocala and after several hours, I knew I’d have to take a back road go-around. I got off the expressway and made good progress, but the gas gauge was sinking quickly.”

“Just as I stopped at a stop sign, I saw a farmer with a parked trailer marked “Fuel”. I pulled alongside, got out, explained my predicament, and asked if he could help.”

“Sure can,” he said, “as long as you’ve got cash. I’ll need $15.00 a gallon.”

I explained that I’d used all my emergency cash at the last gas station and offered to write a check, but he wouldn’t budge. Obviously, he wouldn’t take a credit card. He looked me over from head to toe and asked, “You got any lipstick?” as he ran his hand over his crotch, motioning the implication.

“Forget it please” I said.

“Suit yourself” he replied as he walked away.

As my hand touched my door handle, I realized how much the adjacent creek had risen in just the short time we had spoken. The thought of drowning with my dogs flashed in my mind. Would I suck some stranger cock to save their lives? You betcha.

“Wait”, I said, “maybe we can work something out after all.”

I grabbed my lipstick from my purse, applied it without a mirror, and asked if he liked to color. He approved.

“Here’s the deal,” I said, “I’m going to suck your cock for as long as it takes to fill up my gas tank, so I wouldn’t take too long if I were you. Lucky for you, this Suburban has a pretty large tank.”

“Deal” he replied.

He was already hard and I stuck his cock in my mouth as he stuck the pump in my tank and clicked the automatic pump handle, probably on the second notch to make it pump a little slower. I knew I would have to have a mix of sucking and sloppy hand stroking to get him off as quickly as possible. Judging by his moans, he was happy with the deal so far. I am pretty good at this and hadn’t lost my touch.

Soon enough, I heard the pump click off. He heard it too, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved his long skinny cock all the way down my throat. He seemed to enjoy my gagging. I couldn’t taste a thing, but I could feel his cock pulsate 5 or 6 blasts of hot cum down my anxious gullet. When he released my head, his knees buckled, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he hit the dirt with his dick hanging out his fly. I left him there, figuring he’ll come to an his own.

As I turned back to my car door, a young woman appeared, cell phone camera in hand and said, “Great job, girlfriend. My boyfriend’s gonna love watching this. You can see it on www.kaotic tonight yourself.” She disappeared back into the woods. I wasn’t in the mood to fight her for her phone. I wiped my mouth, fired up the Suburban, and got back on the roads to civilization. I hadn’t even smeared my lipstick.

“Wow,” Jim exclaimed, I can’t believe you did this. On one hand I can understand the emergency, but on the other I’m humiliated.” He was shell-shocked, but judging by the bulge in his pants, quite aroused. “I want to see the video.”

Kaotic is a site where people post videos of other people caught having sex, among other things. Jim quickly found mine. It had already gotten several thousand views around the world. “You look like you’re really enjoying yourself”, Jim said, “maybe a little too much.”

“Maybe I can make it up to you, daddy.” I purred as I reapplied my streetwalker red lipstick, undid his pants, and slipped his hard cock into my mouth. He replayed the video and alternated his view between it and my actions.

“You fucking slut. You sucked a stranger’s cock, just to save your fucking mutts” he said. I haven’t seen Jim this angry in years, nor this aroused.

After the video, he ordered me onto the bed, practically tearing my clothes off. When he noticed how wet my panties were, he nearly blew a fuse. “You did love it! Look at the goo in your knickers!” He was right; I couldn’t deny it. Then he shoved his cock into my hot messy honey hole and fucked me until I came to several shaking orgasms. He pulled out, brought his glistening cock to my mouth and ordered “Open up, tramp. I’m gonna dump this hot load right on your tongue, and you’re going to beg me to let it join Farmer Brown’s deposit in your stomach.”

“Oh please daddy, give your little slut whore wife your delicious seed.” With that plea, he unloaded. “May I swallow it daddy?”

“Yes.” Then he slapped me across the face. Not too hard, but he’d never laid a hand on me in the decade we’d been together. “Fucking trollop” he said. He crawled under the covers, turned out the light, and tried to sleep. I was happy even with my cheek still stinging.

About 3 am that morning, I felt a lubricated finger sliding into my asshole. “I’m not done with my slut wife” Jim said, “I’m gonna get me some whore butthole. Let’s see how you like humiliation, bitch.”

With that, he slid his cock in my pooper. After several minutes of rubbing my clit and taking more insults, I said “Jim, I’ve got more to confess. I turned a few tricks in college, and your best buddy Brian was a regular. He’s been in my shitter more often than you, his cock is bigger, and he really knows how to use it.”

That humiliation was more than Jim could stand and when he heard it, he blew a huge load deep into my colon.