“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”
When I’m kneeling before him, comfortably situated between his legs - the base of his hard cock in my left hand, his heavy warm sac cradled in my right…I’m home.
When I’m warming him up with my tongue - wet, long swipes along his length - my lips dipping down to his balls, taking turns with each. Mouth watering, tastebuds geared up for his salty precum. Inhaling his scent where his thigh meets groin…Heaven.
When he watches my wet tongue glide back up to take over for the slow stroke of my left hand, as I take his swollen shaft on a trip. Slow building torture, mixed with active sucking on his crown ensues…Thirsty for the taste of him.
Wanting more.
More of his length in my mouth. Working him in deeper, as my throat warms and relaxes.
More of his taste at the back of my tongue. Pushing him against that initial resistance.
Moving my hand from his base, swallowing him deep. Then pausing…Basking in us. This joining of our parts - an exchange of gifts.
When I pull back for air, his hard cock is in front of me - and we’re still connected by strands of his precum and my saliva…I have to lick my lips, savor the taste.
I look at him, my eyes drunk with lust, and dive back in.
Now, I want his cum. I want his ass lifting up off the bed, want his hands laced in my hair, cupping the back of my head. That delicious involuntary tug on his part, when I’m onto something…And the pulse between my legs doubles, nerve endings lit up from head to toe.
Proper suction, warm and wet, my hand tugging gently on his balls as I work him. Then sinking him deep in my throat again.
Short, slow pumps - and groans on his part - while he’s seated deep. Not hurried. Just enjoying his pleasure, and the similarity to pressing up against my cervix (*wink*), when he’s in my pussy (later).
This gets me wet - his body speaking to me - the knowledge that I’m making him feel this way. Working him well. Serving it up for him, like his good fucking girl does.
Then his deepest thrusts, because he wants to serve it to me. Wants to offer up what he knows I need. His throb, his sink and groan, my happy moan…as he pumps his first ropes down my throat.
Now I’m humming with pleasure, vibrations cascading down to his sac. Swallowing and sucking, drawing back so he can leave some for my tongue. Sliding him deep again and back - my tongue pressing firm, along with my suck. Milking him with my mouth, not letting a drop go missed.
When I release him, peering up to see him looking at me, with a mixture of pure satiation, adoration, and a shit-eating grin…I feel like a fucking queen, on coronation day.
That secluded lookout spot we know of. Scorching makeout session in progress My barely there dress, sliding from my shoulders, one high heel already fallen to the floor… Your cock tight in your pants, shirtsleeves rolled up, tie and collar loosened at your throat.
Dirty blues on the radio - Amos Milburn telling his girl to, “Raise your hood, baby… Let me check your piston ring.”. Your fingers delving into my panties to slide through my wetness, and massage back the hood of my clit.
My hips bucking off the seat, as the pad of your finger taps out a rhythm on my swollen little bundle. Your groaning approval, as I frantically tug at your belt… Your cock aching, knowing it’s soon to get inside my tight, juicy heat.
The air thick with the scent of our arousal. My hand freeing you from your pants, thumb sliding over that sensitive spot at the base of your crown. Your fingers teasing at my entrance…as you dip your mouth to suck my throbbing nipples, against the rasp of your tongue. “Back seat, panties off…” you grit out, as you toss your tie. “On your knees, ass up, Kitten.” This statement punctuated with a smack to my ass as I exit the car.
In position for you…the cool night air on my bent form, through the open door as you enter. A rasp of stubble against my skin, as you lean in and inhale. Slick hot tongue suddenly gliding up - from my throbbing clit to my tight ass. Your groan, and a “Fuck! You taste so good, girl.”. Rough fingers grip my cheeks, spread me open for your lips, nipping teeth, and a violent tongue. You lap at my nectar, squeeze and spank my globes to watch them bounce, humming with pleasure.
Two skilled fingers push into my pussy and twist, to find my front wall. The thumb of your free hand collects some of my wetness…sliding up to press into my ass. Your low throaty laugh fills the car - as I gasp and curse, at the building pressure from your dual penetration. “Such a filthy girl.. You like how I fuck you, beautiful?”, you ask, as your fingers massage my front wall, and your thumb continues it’s plunge. I melt like this for you, with your voice in my ears and your hands speaking for themselves. “Yesss, Sir.”, I gasp, my hips pushing back into you… as your thumb plunges into my ass, and you withdraw your fingers from my clenching core.
My protests at the loss of your fullness are halted, when your hot swollen crown drives through my folds, once… twice… Stirring our wetness, teasing my slit. A shift of weight on the leather seat, your head notching at my entrance, your free hand gathering my hair into your fist. Your voice gruff as you ask, “Are you ready, Kitten?”. The impatient wiggle of my hips, and my gasp as your thumb in my ass begins a steady rhythm…as I hiss out, “Fuck yes, I’m ready, please Sir.”
Then. All at once, you’re sinking into me.. filling me completely - that perfect aching stretch. I cry out and you curse, my hair pulled so tight, tears form in my eyes. You’re relentless, hips punishing… My ass feels the new stretch of two fingers, and my cunt gushes against your metronome thrusts. “That’s right…”, you murmur, reverently, “.. you’re going to cum all over my cock…” you lean into your thrust to whisper, “…And then I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass, Sweetheart.”. I cry out with your filthy promise, my pussy exploding around you, pleasure soaking the seat beneath us.
I’m still coming down as you withdraw, as you flip me over, press me back against the passenger door. Your firm grip lifts my ass, as you slide beneath, your cock hard and hungry. “Hang on tight, girl” you growl, as your head finds my tight star, as my legs wrap to anchor around your waist. You finger at my clit as you ease in, to bring pleasure to the pain. It burns so fucking good, that first push you deliver. I gasp at the intrusion and the delicate *pop*, as my body welcomes you. Your jaw is clenched, as your cock inches deeper into my ass.
Already, I’m at the edge again. My pussy still throbbing in aftershocks, swollen lips rubbing against your lower abs…my ass deliciously full as I cry out, when you bury to the hilt. We pause, panting, kissing… Your free arm holding me tight to you. Your cock throbbing as you begin to rock, and my keening moans as you whisper, “Such a good girl, taking my cock in your ass.”. My hips buck at your praise, and my voice takes on a raw, sultry tone as I reply, “It’s yours…fuck me, please Sir.”
You bring your hand from my clit, to brace again the window behind me… delivering a thrust as punctuation, when you whisper, “Like that, Kitten?”. My voice is raw, hungry when I moan out, “Just like that…Sir.”. You groan with approval.. and begin a steady pace beneath me. Biting my neck, kissing me, panting and cursing into my mouth. Lovingly fucking my pretty little ass, just like you promised…in the backseat of our car. I can feel your length pulsing, and know you’re trying to hold off the eruption boiling up from within you.
The friction in our pace, and this animal need between us builds with your thrusts… swelling higher… and crashing over us suddenly. My cunt and ass simultaneously constricting around you, your hips driving deep. My back arching into the orgasmic waves washing over me… as you hold me close, filling me full… with every drop of your love, in the back seat.
