Touring America!

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A plumber and waitress wins the big jackpot!

Blue collared couple strikes gold!

That’s us! The blue collared couple – a plumber and a waitress – had struck gold. The modern way – by winning the big pot, the Illinois Lotto. Fifty million pieces of gold to be exact.

“Have you decided what we’ll do with our money, hon? She asked, while cracking her constant spearmint gum. She peered her cinnamon eyes over the newspaper at her adorable husband, and watched him scratch his hair tummy. He was deep in thought, he always scratched himself when he was ready to announce something big.

“Well…. what did we always talk about doing if we win the lotto?” He answered with a burp. It smelled of Budweiser. They could afford the expensive stuff now.

His question stunned her. The newspaper folded backwards and she gazed lovingly at him.

“Are you serious? Do you think we could afford to?”

“Hon, we have fifty million in our bank account. I’d say we can afford it. I’ve been figuring… we can go all out. Buy the 50 foot Airstream we’ve always dreamed about.”

“The Fifty footer? Oh, Jack… I do so love you..” She squealed and was soon sitting on his lap. Her nails raked his thick black and silver mane. while she planted moist minty kisses on his forehead.

“Oh…babe…that feels good. Keep on rubbin’.” He cooed, while snuggling his head in her busting cleavage.

OOC: Closed for my husband, Jack!

 

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A Michelob night!


Jack Kowalski, felt the same warm tight comfort between Dixie's firm augmented tits as he did stuffed snuggly up under someones kitchen sink.
Now he'd be able to pay off that Boob job at last. American General Finance wouldnt beleive it when he plunked down 3 grand in cash!...impatient bastards.
It was money well spent though, they'd both enjoyed the bounteous results of his 10th anniversary gift to her two years ago.
He smiled and took a suck.

She wiggled and giggled and danced away coyly.
"Oh Jacko, you devil, you know I gotta go to work."
She began buttoning up her pink checked blouse.
He took one last hungry look at the tantalizing cleavage before it disappeared.
"Hell you aint gotta go back there baby. Just call em up and tell em to stuff it!"
He sat down on the worn naugahide sofa so hard the the whole trailer shook. (Jack was BIG man!)

"Oh honey I can't do that. I been at the Delmar Diner since before I met you even. Remember that first time you came in lookin so tough with those stitches all over your face?"
She leaned down and stroked his bristly jaw.

He smiled at the memory.
"Yeah, yeah I do. Sorry babe just go tell 'em all goodby and don't forget your last paycheck.
When ya get home we'll have a beer and then go buy that Airstream. And Dixie...."

"Yeah Sugar?"
She was slipping on her green metallic flecked bowling jacket, it was March but Spring hadn't come to Cicero yet.

"Don't pick up a case of Bud."

"No?"

Jack Kowalski laughed.
"No We're gonna celebrate! It's gonna be a Michelob night!"

 

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Dixie’s last day was a bittersweet experience. Big Al had accepted her resignation graciously. Hell, he hadn’t expected her to show up! He was glad though that she had. It was his last opportunity to drool over her breasts.

“Al, if there’s anything you need, just call me. You’ve been a good boss, and I’ll always remember that.” She informed him.

“Aww…you know I donts need no money. I have this restaurant. It keeps me n the old lady in style. There is something, however…” He hesitated before continuing.

“Anything, Al. You’re like a dad to me.” Dixie offered again.

“Can you let me peek at your titties. I promise I won’t touch ‘em. I’ve been wonderin’ how they’ve look since you’s got ‘em.”

Dixie hesitated. Not because she was uncomfortable with it. She wondered if her husband, Jack would be upset. A scant few seconds later, she decided. Why not? He promised he wouldn’t touch ‘em.

“Sure, Al. I said anything.”

Dixie opened her blouse wide, and dropped her bra. On cue, her nipples rose to the occasion almost popping Al’s eyes out. Like a good model, she stood still and allowed his gaze to burn her flesh. Dixie imagined she was Tyra Banks, modeling for Victoria’s Secret. The thought brought a new found sensation that spilled down her panties.

When Al released a deep grunt, Dixie snapped out of her reverie and buttoned her blouse. Wordlessly, they parted without mentioning it again. Yet the fantasy was etched in her pretty peroxide head all day, and the drive home.

“Honeyyyy…I’m home!” She called out to her waiting husband.

 

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Decisions decisions


It had been a damned busy night! After a call from Jack's Brother Arnie at Big Hearted Sam's RV Emporium, they scotched the Airstream concept and went with the "PRACTICALY LIKE NEW!!!" 1979 Winnebago Cruiser Deluxe.
With the money thus saved The Kowalski's paid cash for a set of high powered Passion Pink Jet Skis and a 58 vintage Harley Hog. Jack was up till the wee hours welding rebar racks to the dust brown swaybacked motor home while Dixie tore out much of the tasteful interior appointments and replaced them with those essentilal fixtures and 'objets des art' which she absolutely could not do without. The black brushed velvet toilet seats and matching gilt framed Elvis prints that glowed in the dark for instance. An entire wall had to be removed with the help of Jacks cutting torch to provide room for the king sized water bed that had witnessed so many night of nocturnal bliss.
It had been a tough decision to decide which of the extensive lavalamp collection (the largest on the Southside!) to bring but finally they decided on the purple Virgin Mary one since it could double as a shrine, Jack being a somewhat devout Catholic still.
Dixie's bowling trophies and Jacks stuffed Moose head of course went as well as their entire Home Entertainement Center Deluxe.
There was a small fight over which adult videos to take but finally
they compromised on the classics
Chanaud Does Cleveland, Chanaud Does Cincinnati[/i] Chanaud does Cleveland and Cincinnatti and Finally Chanaud Does it All Over Again, the last Jacks very most favorite, especially the scene where she gets it on with the debonaire nightclub owner played by Ariosto Cocker.

At length they were finished. It was 3 am and the Kowalski's were hot and sweaty but hardly fatigued, the excitement that lay ahead was keeping theire adrenaline pumping to beat the band.

"You got the money honey?"
Jack stripped off his tee shirt and scratched his broad hairy chest.

"Yeah right here."
Dixie popped her bra and 102 damp hundred dollar bills fell out.
For once Jack's eyes strayed away from the precious hooters.
'You sure that's enough?"
He nodded at the pile of greenbacks on her tanned thighs. (She never missed a tanning bed appointment.)

"Sure sweetie, we can always get more at the ATM."

He thought for a moment,
"So where we goin?..East or West."

Dixie began stacking the money into neat piles.
"I thought we were goin' to Hollywood Jack."

"Hell I wanted to see the old neighborhood in Brooklyn first."
He ran his meaty hand up her leg.
"Guess there's only one way to decide huh?"

"You mean..." she giggled as his fingers found the honeypot.

"Yup, whoever cumms first gets the pick!"

 

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Dixie knew she had lost. She was known as the fastest cummer west of the Mississippi River. Still she had her heart set for Hollywood. Strutting her stuff on Rodeo Drive had been a dream, ever since she saw Julia Roberts in her long slinky black platinum boots in Pretty Woman. And she will be Julia Roberts, with Jack by her side as Richard Gere.

“No fair, Jack! You know what you do to me.. oohhhh..” She cooed, her body warmed to his thick hairy fingers. Her long tanned legs parted, revealing a patch of moisture Jack had become accustomed to.

His long Polish nose dove in and sniffed her cunt. Something had fired her up tonight! Probably the six pack of Michelob’s, he mused silently. “Fair? Sure it’s fair, dollface.”

“No, it’s not!” She pouted, her legs clamped together, locking his fingers and barely missing the tip of his nose. She sat up. Her fingers reached for his pants and pulled his zipper down. Her red manicured nails scraped his inner thighs, while her hands nestled his soft cock.

“I think this is fair game now…” Dixie managed to say before enveloping her lips around his soft mushroom head.

 

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Any where you wanna...


Hell maybe the west coast wouldn't be so bad afterall, Jack thought as he lay back on the plush pink loveseat (also a treasured anniversary present), knocking over the tv tray and a spitwarm bottle of Michelob in the process , while concentrating on Dixie's long fingers and full red lips beginning to play his thick throbbing organ. She could always play a tune on that instrument...
Warm hands closing tight, long slow slides upward around his springy shaft...butterfly kisses on the tender tip....God YES!
Her fame as a cocksucker first class had been legendary in the neighborhood when he first met her and many a doleful look he'd received from the 'boys' after he'd claimed those skills for his very own...well at least as far as he knew his very own.

She was palming his balls now, squeezing them and rolling them with the finesse of a real professional, hands and mouth playing in virtuoso movements, bringing him to the brink..Oh JESUS! and then letting him down, again and again....oh jessssus.
Jack was sweating now and his head was swimming, centered entirely on the hot aching NEED his little Minx was creating. He was going to explode any fucking minute!

"Baby..." she whispered around his fat weeping helmet, looking up with a pearl of precum on the tip of her saucy tongue tip, long lids batting over twinkling eyes...
"Baby, where we gonna go?"

"CHRIST!" he said, grabbing her hair in his thick fingers and slamming his rock hard meat between her luscious lips.
"Any where you wanna darlin'...anywhere you wanna!"

 

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Right when her loving husband screamed out, Dixie allowed herself to moan. She knew he would cave. He always did. And since he had, she was ready to reward him.

Dixie took action. Making room for his meat, she opened her mouth wider. His cock slipped past her lips and continued on until he found a barrier. The choking gag vibrating his loins didn’t stop him. He pushed and pushed until….

Chrriiiiiiissstttttttttttt

He cried out as his cock slipped down her throat. Dixie didn’t just stop there. Her hands grabbed hold of his ass for support, nails dug in and pushed him in further, encouraging him.

“Oh yeeeahhhh….take it, baby. Take all of it. Fuucccckkkkk….eat my cock….swallow it…

He was sweating. Gasping for air. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he slammed into her mouth and fucked….

“Oh fuckkkk…fuckkkk….I’m going to unload baby. Tell me where you want it!”

Dixie’s own moans, her exasperated breaths, her continual suction told him exactly where…

“Fuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk”

Neighbors heard Jack’s screams of passion as he dumped thick ropes of cum down Dixie’s throat. Under normal circumstances they would complain, but they knew Dixie was next…..

 

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Knocking the beer cans off the air hocky table, Jack ate her pussy with animal abandon!
His hands yanked her legs wide apart and he dove in head first...no finesse here. He sucked and tormented her clit while his thick fingers scored deep into her cunt, twisting and exploring till they found the place that made her crazy.

Oh Baby!...yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
He found it!

Tongue and fingers changed places with bewildering speed.
Dixie was clawing ditches through Jack's thinning hair as she bucked and thrust up into his ravening face.
Within a minute she was cumming and 'hub' was sucking her dry.

Spent and exhausted they both lay back on the wobbly table and lit up a Camel, passing it back and forth just like they used to on the counter tops at the Diner after everyone went home.

"So how ya wanna get to Holywood Love Muscle?" (he often called her that in tender moments)

She turned to him and squeezed his turgid cock (he had amazing powers of recuperation!)
"I don't care baby as long as it's by way of Graceland."