1 comments/ 14121 views/ 2 favorites The Test Drive By: Patsplaything I arrive at your door in my new car. It's the BMW I always said I wanted. Complete with leather trim and all the toys. I tell you to put on your short PVC coat and your black boots as we are going for a ride. "Anything else?" you ask. "Nope." I reply. 5 mins later we are off for a ride. I make for the forest, it's a hot day so I figure shade will be of help. I pull off the main road onto a side track that leads to a small clearing and pull up. I switch off the engine and I turn to you and smile. My hand goes straight up inside your coat, no preliminaries, straight for your pussy lips. There are no clothes there at all. You are completely naked under your coat. "Good." I say, as see your nipples start to harden under your coat. "What are we doing here?" you ask. "I'm fulfilling a fantasy, I am going to fuck you over the bonnet of the car in your coat. You get to christen the car. Do you like the idea?" You nod as you get out of the car like a cougar. You look over your shoulder and crook your fnger at me. As I come to you, you lean against the side of the car, crook your head slightly to one side and bend one knee so that you're balancing that leg slightly, on the toe. You put a finger to my lips to indicate we should say nothing. The forest is completely still and silent. Not even the sound of birds tweeting. You put your arms around my waist and pull me toward you but I resist, deliberately provoking you. I step back slightly and watch as you stroke yourself through the mac, running your hands over the mac letting the seductive sound of the swish of your PVC mac excite us. You cup your breasts provocatively and pull the mac tight against you so that you can play with your own erect nipple, which is now clearly visible through the fabric. I keep my eyes fixed on you as you do it. As I start to stroke my cock my erection is already trying to burst out of my pants so I start undressing. You take the opportunity to walk away from the car for a few paces. You turn around and stand still. By now I am completely naked and you look down to see I am already masturbating myself. My cock is rigid. A shiver of excitement runs straight through me. Neither of us moves as you undo your belt and open the mac wide. I look at your near naked body, the entire length of your legs clad in black patent thigh high leather boots I love you to wear for me. You take a couple of paces toward me, very slowly, giving me time to notice the tops of your boots are pressing into the outer lips of your labia. The look on your face as you take each step closer back to me says it all. Every slight movement is stimulating me more and more as the tops of your thigh boots rub against your pussy lips. You continue your agonisingly slow pace back to yme but you know I am enjoying it from the speed at which I am now masturbating my swollen cock - the object of desire. By the time you reach me I've already seen that your pussy is drenched. You gently pull my hand away from my cock and together with the other one, bring them round behind my back and tie them with the belt from your mac. You speak for the first time since you got out the car. "I know what you want to do to me, but first I am going to do you. I am going to attend to your cock by stroking it, caressing it and adoring it. You brought me here to fuck me in my mac and boots. And I just know you will. Well I'm here to suck your cock as well. And I'm going to suck it and swallow it like you've never been sucked before....." And without another word you slowly glide down my body, your fingernails digging into me deeply as you finally take my throbbing cock into your eager mouth. Your lips gently take the tip between them, your tongue gently licking the exposed helmet that is coated with pre-cum. Slowly you slide the length of my cock between your lips, my hands are tied so I can't hold your head, but you have everything under control. You allow your teeth to gently graze the skin of my cock as your mouth slides further and further down the shaft, your tongue gently lubricating it from underneath. You don't take the whole length, but stop and start to bob up and down on my throbbing manhood, slurping and gurgling as it slides into that wonderful oral cavity of yours and it twitches from the pleasure it is so graciously, lovingly given. Your head starts to bob up and down in a steady rhythm as you graze my ball sac with your elegantly manicured nails on one hand, the other tracing delicate scratches up and down my thighs. I am in sensation paradise, and you know it. Your head slides all the way down my cock, gently, and it hits the back of your throat but you don't gag, instead you swallow him. So, with my ball sac in one hand as you start to play with my erection and I'm filled with excitement as you suck deeply on my cock, knowing you're naked except for my favourite thigh high boots and PVC mac which arouse us so much. You take me slowly at first, savouring the full length of my shaft in your mouth and knowing how much I like to be able to thrust your cock down my throat. I start to fuck your mouth, withdrawing my eager shaft and then thrusting it back into you, repeating it again and again, time after time, thrusting harder each time, down your throat, as you alternate between stroking my balls and my shaft. With each plunge of my cock into your mouth it swells with my hardness, as it throbs with excitement within you. You push hard against me to take the full length with each thrust. You keep sucking hard and you and get into a rhythm. With each thrust my cock disappears and I become ever more excited and aroused as you release it from my mouth after each stroke. My hands are either side of your head, as the belt has slipped off my wrists, holding you, forcing you, to fellate me. In the silence of the forest I can hear my loud moans as I enjoy the sensation of repeatedly thrusting my cock down your throat. I thrust out my hips, pressing hard into you to ensure you are taking every last bit of my cock fully into your throat. As I feel my cock go down your throat each time, penetrating you, you grab my butt and pull me to you. A sign of your own willingness to submit to my oral fucking, I then withdraw and you lick your cock head with my lips before I do it all over again, plunging my throbbing shaft back down your throat, again and again. My whole body is quivering. I am filling your mouth. I am fucking your mouth. I am taking and using you like a whore and a slut. Your oral skills, always a delight for me, are once again giving me sheer unadulterated bliss. My cock disappears into your mouth and you slide all the way down and it goes into your throat with ease. You look up at me and try to smile which can't be easy with a mouthful of manhood that is delighted to fellated by someone who cares about the skill. But you convey the smile nonetheless. I feel your tongue slide out of your mouth and the tip flicks my ball sac that you are gently scratching with your nails. I have no composure left, I am putty, a toy in your hands and you continue to suck. It is obvious that my cock is going nowhere until I flood your throat and mouth with the cum that is building up. But you want to keep sucking, not to rush things and you let my cock slide out of your throat and into your mouth. "I want you to remember today." you tell me, "I have blown you off loads of times, but you are fulfilling two fantasies, mine and yours. This is one blowjob you are never, ever going to forget." You put the tip against your lips and kiss it like you would fondly kiss a baby. Your tongue once again snakes out of your mouth and licks the tip. You then proceed to lick down from the tip to the root and gently suckle my ball sac. You then start to lick back up the other way. You continue to lick my pulsating shaft knowing that it is helping to build up the cum inside but I won't ejaculate until it is inside you or you masturbate me. You are not interested in masturbation but your hand does gently slide along the shaft, caressing, stroking, then you start to use your nails on each hand going in opposite directions on my cock top to bottom, bottom to top, gently scraping them along the sensitive, twitching gland. All the while you are gently sucking the helmet, and licking the tip. You know exactly what you are doing; it is if you have been planning it for months. You are now smiling, that lustful, wanton smile of yours. You know that I am completely at your mercy. As you look deep into my eyes and continue your odyssey around, on and down my throbbing cock I can feel you becoming more and more aroused. You suck and lick, and lick and suck using your tongue on my cock head the way you know I like it. But then I pull you up and take you in my arms. We kiss deeply and passionately. In your heightened state of arousal you reach down and take my cock eagerly in your hand. Just when you think that you are about to get my cock into your pussy I spank you hard, but with a smile on my face. I wag a finger at you and lead you round to the passenger side of the car and then turn you around away from me. You very willingly spread your legs and lean over the bonnet of the car hoping to be finally pleasured. I am in a state of total arousal as I lift your coat hem up and throw it over your waist. I notice that the tops of your legs are glistening, as are your boots from your arousal. I place my rampant hard cock against your pussy lips and you instinctively thrust back towards me impaling yourself on my engorged manhood. You scream with lust as my cock goes in deep, and your pussy is pressed against my pubic bone. I feel your muscles contract against my offering to you and you thrust and thrust against me in an abandoned frenzy. You don't care where you are, or who is there, you just want to cum. And you do. It starts by you uttering groans of pleasure, begging my to fuck you, to use you, treat you like a whore. But I don't need to do anything; just being stood there behind you filling your fuck hole is enough. I put my hands on your PVC clad tits and start to fondle them gently at first, then increasing the attention, squeezing harder, your bullet hard nipples threatening to burst through the material. I man handle you more roughly, but not to rough, just enough to send you off on your first orgasm, that has taken a while in coming. You let out a wanton lustful cry of release as I whisper in your ear; "Cum for me, show me you are a real slut, soak my cock, before I eat you out. Be the whore we want you to be." You can take no more. You throw yourself across the bonnet of the car in reckless abandon totally consumed by your lust as your pussy floods my cock, as it can't dam the flow and I feel my legs and the tops of your boots soaking. I withdraw my cock from you and you groan. I place a finger on your lips and take you by the hand, lead you round to the front of the car and lift you effortlessly onto the bonnet, your thigh booted legs dangling in front of the radiator. I retrieve your mac belt, which had fallen onto the floor, and place it around your waist, pulling your mac together tightly again. I crouch down and start to lick the tops of your legs and boots, savouring the flavours of you, your cum and the leather on my tongue. You throw your legs over my shoulders and I feel your heels grazing my shoulder blades as I start to gently lap your labia. I feel your hands on the back of my head pulling me closer to you, urging me to go deeper with my tongue. But I take your hands off, spank you as best as I can, which isn't easy, wag my finger at you and spank you again, all the while lapping away. I take hold of your wrists and place your hands on your tits and re-focus on licking you. My hands stroke your booted legs and I squeeze your calves as I start to gently suck your clit. I know that the feeling of the leather on your legs and my sucking your clit will have the desired effect. You thrust your pelvis into my face screaming obscenities about using you as a fucking whore, that you are my slut and that my cock was going to get seen to by my slut. I take one of hands off a leg and place two fingers inside your vagina walls as I continue to suck. As my fingers massaged you internally and my tongue lavished loving caresses on your labia and clit you explode. You flood my face with your cum, soaking me as I try to lap up the deluge that is coming from you, all the while you continue to scream, "Don't stop, oh fuck, don't stop, this is fuuucking wonderfuuuuuuuuuuul, araaaaaaaaagh, suck me use me I AM YOUR CUM SLUT WHORE TAKE ME." You continue to cum as my fingers increase their intensity and I continue to lick you. You are writhing in ecstasy on the bonnet your heels digging into my shoulder blades, but I hardly notice as I delve into your honey pot of pleasure. You start to subside and I remove my fingers gently, still licking your labia and the tops of your legs. You sit up unsteadily as I pull away from your pussy. You pull me towards you and kiss me with a ferocity I have never experienced before. It had it all, savagery, lustful, wanton, passion; your tongue licking, exploring the whole inside of my mouth, your hands behind my head pulling me towards you harder, deeper. You slide to the edge of the bonnet and your pouting pussy lips caress my cock tip unwittingly so I thrust without any second thought to you as my passion and desire is high. You start to lick my face, savouring the flavour of your own juices that are soaking my lips and chin. Your thigh booted legs wrap around me and I once again lift you off the bonnet and I walk around to the other side of the car wearing you like a mascot on my manhood. I put you on the bonnet again without withdrawing from your velvet lined warm wet pussy. I am buried right up to the hilt in it. I am experiencing sheer bliss; there is no other way to describe it. Then you clamp down tight with your vagina muscles on my throbbing manhood and you masturbate me by flexing your pussy on him. What an experience. I can feel my orgasm building, but I want to give you one more on the bonnet, well it is my fantasy as well. "I did you from behind on one side, licked you at the front now I want to fuck you on the final side". I whispered in your ear. "So relax and let me fuck you." So your pussy relaxed and I start to thrust. I place my hands on your PVC mac over your tits and start to squeeze them again. The sound of the material being rubbed and the feeling of the real satin lining mean that you have no willpower to resist my thrusting engorged cock delving your innermost secret areas. You come to orgasm again, quickly, but without the intensity of the last one, but the look of lust in your eyes tells me that it is not the end. With you still impaled by me and your thigh highs rubbing my hips I lift you off the bonnet once again and carry you into the back of the car. I lie you down on the back seat and withdraw my cock. You pout. I whisper in your ear "I am going to lick you again." Your pout is suddenly replaced with a smile. "OK" you say, "but I want your cock in my mouth." A ladies wish is my command. I place my head between those beautiful boot covered legs of yours. Sometimes it's a shame that your legs aren't on sight, but with pussy high boots covering them that is a more than acceptable substitute. I start to lick your legs and boots again savouring the smell, the taste. I straddle your face and as I lower myself towards your mouth, you take hold of my throbbing, soaking cock. You caress it gently, lovingly with your fingers, sliding them up and down the length as if to feel and familiarise yourself with every inch. You pull it gently towards you encouraging me to enter your willing, wanton mouth. No words are spoken none are needed. Your lips come into contact with the tip, glistening with your sex juices and my precum. You kiss it gently, affectionately, and the tip of your tongue licks the end of my cock. You say to me, "I want you to fuck my throat. Not my mouth, my throat. Be as rough as you like. I want to show you true pleasure." My cock slides into your mouth, you position yourself to accommodate all of it and I feel it enter your throat, no obstacles, straight in and still it slides until I feel my balls hit your top lip. Your lips clamp tight on my length, your tongue licking as best as it can. I start to thrust against your face and your arms fly round my back and pull me in, urging me to ravage your throat. I start to hump your throat, I don't want to do any damage but you are still pulling me in and encouraging me with your gurgling and humming on my cock. I thrust like I was screwing your pussy. I can't believe the sensations I am experiencing, so much so I can't concentrate on your pussy. You pull more on me urging me to flood your throat and I am building up to climax and you can feel it. Your lips tighten around my shaft, your teeth gently grazing the length as I thrust towards ultimate relief. You know I am cumming and you grip tighter with your arms around me ensuring I don't withdraw. That was all I could take. I start to shoot my first load and the feeling as I lubricated your larynx was so intense that I just shoot load after load, I have never cum so much in my life but you still kept me inside your throat; your arms clamped around me. As I was starting to shoot my load your hips started twitching and your thighs clamped tight as you experienced another orgasm of your own. You must have been choking, but your arms would not let me withdraw, you were determined that I should experience the ultimate sexual gift that a woman can give a man, and that I was going to experience with you. Your arms wrapped tight around me, your pelvis thrashing about the seat, until you were satisfied that you had completely sated me and I had no more to give. As I slowly came down from my high and my cock deflated, I eased up and my cock came out of your mouth with a pop as you kept your lips as tight as you could until you had sucked every last ounce of juice off it. I just didn't know what to say. I was utterly speechless. You looked at me and said; "I have wanted to do that with you for ages, but I wanted it to be right. And I think that today it was. Now, because I now want to fellate you slowly, lovingly, and for the rest of the night, and I need to be more comfortable for that, take me to my bedroom please." As we drive home I say "Er, hon," "Mmm," you reply. "This car, it's only the demo, I pick my new one up next week so that's the one that will need christening." "Eeeeeeeeeek", is all you can say. The Test Drive Even I had to admit my choice of outfit was a little over the top. My sweater showed cleavage (thanks to Wonderbra). At mid-thigh, my pleated skirt barely covered the tops of my stockings and garters. Four inch black heels completed the just-this-side-of-streetwalker look -- but, I figured if I was going to talk the talk, I'd better walk the walk. Past experience had taught me that a large part of pulling off role-playing is looking the part; it's easier to be someone else when you don't look like yourself. My yellow SUV is not exactly low-profile and I was pretty sure he saw me pull on the lot. I cruised the rows of new cars, stopped by the model I wanted to test drive and got out. He allowed me time to walk around, looking at different colors and option packages, before approaching me. I was pretty sure he knew what was going on but I still had butterflies in my stomach as I watched him come across the lot, putting on his sunglasses -- a lot depended on the first few seconds of conversation. When he was close enough, I turned to face him and stuck out my hand and introduced myself. His step faltered, confusion having the upper hand; then understanding dawned and he shook my hand and gave me his name, asking me if I was looking for anything in particular in a new car -- his manner was professional, all business. We discussed the benefits of automatic versus standard shift, V-4 compared to V-6, would I be willing to accept a single disc player rather than a 6-disc changer if the car had everything else I wanted, was I willing to negotiate on color if it had a sunroof... all the while walking from car to car, checking out interior colors, reading window stickers. From a distance, there was nothing unusual about the encounter; just another customer not willing to commit to a new car payment just yet -- he was going to have to work for this commission. We stopped next to a black, sun-roofed, 4-door and I asked, "Can I drive this one?" "Sure, let me go get the keys," he replied. He turned to go but I stopped him when I asked, "Would you mind moving my car out of the way while you're going? Just park it up next to the service area would be fine, the keys are in it. You look like somebody I can trust." The exact nature of the game became apparent when he opened the door of my car and found my black lacy panties on the driver's seat. He turned his head away from his co-workers in the showroom, brought them up in his fist and inhaled the mixture of soap, perfume and female excitement. I was pretty sure that was one pair of Victoria's Secret I'd never see again. Before going inside to get the keys, he spent quite a bit of time making sure my car was parked straight, locked, etc. I suspected he was using these few moments to get the evidence of his arousal under control; it would not be a good idea to have a semi in your khakis and run into your boss in the showroom. I was having a difficult time keeping my excitement under control. Up until this point, we had enjoyed several mutually pleasurable encounters on-line, seeing who could say the most explicit, dirty, outrageous things -- revealing secret desires and fantasies -- safe in the knowledge that it would never be anything more than that. I found our chats so erotic that simply thinking about what I had been willing to reveal to him on-line, my nipples would become sensitive and harden and I would be overcome by a delicious wave of desire that was so strong, it took my breath away. This man coming across the parking lot actually knows more about what turns me on than any other human being -- a knowledge that leaves me feeling very vulnerable. He handed me the keys and went around to the passenger side, "Is it okay if I come along? You may have questions about the car or need directions -- I'd hate for you to get lost." "Probably a good idea, I'm not from this area and don't feel comfortable driving in this kind of traffic. Besides that, I was by myself for the three-hour drive up here, somebody to talk to will be nice," I told him. "Is there anything you may have left in your car you'll be needing?" He let me know the gift I'd left for him on the seat was not unappreciated. "No, I'm pretty sure I've got everything right here that will be necessary," I told him, putting my over-size purse in the back seat, making sure his view down the front of my sweater was unobstructed as he got in the car. What I lacked in size, I tried to make up for in packaging -- I had on the sheerest bra I own, leaving no doubt about the color, size, shape, or degree of arousal my nipples were exhibiting. After making all the necessary adjustments to the seat and mirror, he directed me to turn left out of the parking lot. As his hand came near my face, pointing in the direction he wanted me to go, I opened my lips and sucked his finger into my mouth, teasing the length with my tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure and suction. In and out, the encounter could not have taken more than a couple of seconds but the look of surprise on his face made me laugh out loud. Being up to the challenge and knowing the ball was in his court now, he moved his hand to the back of my neck, pushed his fingers through my hair and pulled, applying just enough pressure to tilt my head back but leave me in control of the car at the same time. He leaned closer to my ear, "Are you really prepared to go there, cum-sucking slut?" I nodded, a thrill of desire running through me. He let go of my hair and reached for the hem of my skirt, starting to push it further up my thigh and, in a moment of panic, I jerked my leg away. He raised his hand and popped the inside of my leg and I gasped as I watched the imprint of his fingers slowly turning red. It was then that I knew I was no longer in control of what was going to happen -- my breathing turned shallow and I was wetter than I could ever remember being. He directed me through several more turns, getting me completely lost, before telling me to pull into a do-it-yourself car wash and park in one of the open bays. He got out of the car, pulled down both doors and put several quarters in the slot -- the water would run for 20 minutes. He got back in the car and told me, "Sweater, off, now." I hesitated just long enough, his hand found my hair again and snapped my head back, "Did you hear me?" he asked. "Yes," I gasped, reaching to unbutton my sweater. "No, pull it over your head." As I grasped the bottom of my sweater and pulled it slowly over my head, his hand reached behind my back and, in that unexplainable way guys have, unhooked my bra in one swift snap of his fingers. He laid the sweater and bra in the back seat, leaving me with nothing more than my skirt, stockings, garters and shoes. He leaned across the seat, cupping my breasts, "Perfect peaches" he said as he started to knead the flesh, gently pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. A moan I couldn't control escaped, making him smile as he increased the pressure he was exerting on my nipples. The moan quickly turned into a gasp -- the fine line between pleasure and pain blurred in the wake of my arousal. He lowered his head, taking one nipple between his teeth, biting lightly before sucking it into his warm mouth. His tongue was doing incredible things to my nipple, sending lightning bolts of pure desire coursing through my body, making me shift in the seat, looking for relief. He continued this torture, switching back and forth between nipples -- the pinching, squeezing, biting, sucking was making me wild with the need for more. He sat back, a smug look on his face and asked a simple, one word question, "hot?". Eyes closed, head back, a nod in the affirmative was all I could manage. I could not remember ever being this turned on by somebody playing with my tits but I knew I didn't want him to stop. His next words caused me to snap my head around, looking at him in disbelief, "Prove it." I wanted to pretend confusion, act like I didn't understand what he wanted, but I knew very well what he expected me to do. He reached out and caught my right nipple in a firm pinch, increasing pressure as I hesitated to do as I was told. I slowly reached under the hem of my skirt, bunching it up as my hand moved closer to its goal, moaning as my finger slid easily into my wet, ready pussy. I withdrew my finger and offered it to him, the proof of my excitement, as ordered. With no hesitation, he pulled my finger into his mouth, sucking and licking until it was clean. "Mmmmm, I think I want some more -- but I'll get it myself this time. Spread your legs." I did as I was instructed, letting my knees fall apart, willingly giving him the access he needed, anticipating his touch. He unerringly found his target, one finger quickly joined by a second, filling my pussy side to side and I rocked forward to take them deeper, needing to feel them move in me. With his other hand, he reached down and released the seat back, lowering it until he was lying almost flat. "I think there's something here that needs your attention, slut. You'd better get busy." He punctuated every word with a hard, deep thrust of his fingers, moving me ever-closer to the point of no return. I knew it would not be long before I would reach that place where I am so turned on that I will literally do anything, say anything, agree to anything as long as the pleasure doesn't stop. I laid my seat back, enjoying the different sensations his fingers provided as my body changed position. With the steering wheel tilted all the way up, I got on my knees in the seat, facing him, legs spread wide and sitting on his hand -- in this position, I had not only his fingers in me but the heel of his hand was now resting on my clit, direct pressure and friction that I could, more or less, control. I leaned over the low console between the seats and released the button and pulled down the zipper of his khakis -- anticipation making it difficult to breathe. He cooperated as I worked his pants and then his boxers down over his knees, freeing his cock which was now arched across his lower abdomen. At the first sight of his erection, a chill ran through me which I would have liked to blame on the air conditioner vent blowing frigid air across my sensitive nipples, but I knew better. As I lowered my mouth toward his cock, I turned and asked, "Are you sure you're ready to go here?" In answer, he roughly shoved a third finger in my pussy, grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to his. "I've been ready for this for a long time, bitch. It's time you proved what a cum-sucking slut you are." With this, he pulled his hand away from my pussy, leaving me empty. I moaned in disappointment and pleaded for mercy, willing to beg if I had to, but knowing what I would have to do to get his fingers back. I gently took the shaft in my right hand and lifted the head of his cock to my mouth, taking his balls in my left hand, feeling their weight and knowing the load that was waiting for me there. My lips parted and I gently ran my tongue around the rim of his cock before taking the entire head in my mouth. My tongue continued to circle as I slowly worked my way down the length of him, not stopping until my lips reached the hand circled around his shaft. I didn't realize he'd been holding his breath until I heard him let it out with a long, contented sigh, "Oh, yeah, that's it." I retraced my path back up his cock, stopping when all that was left in my mouth was the head and then I moved my hand up his shaft, using my warm saliva for lubrication, then back down, gently pumping, applying different amounts of pressure, alternately licking and sucking the head, carefully massaging the sac I held in my left hand. His hand found its way back between my widely spread legs, satisfied that I would continue to provide him with the pleasure he had been waiting for. I moaned low in my throat as his fingers brushed my clit, making their way between my swollen lips, and finally into my waiting pussy -- three fingers, to the hilt, fast and hard -- I thought I was going to pass out the first time he got deep enough to hit my G-spot (yes it does exist). I was now devoting my full attention to his cock, confident that my pussy would be taken care of. I varied my rhythm and depth, running my tongue along the underside of his cock, down to his balls and then back up again, taking the head in my mouth -- keeping it unpredictable, not ready to settle down to serious sucking yet. In perfect timing with the movements of my mouth, I rocked up and down on his hand, moving my pussy along the length of his fingers, rubbing my clit against the heel of his hand -- well into the zone now, I could not have stopped if I wanted to. When the time was right, I took his cock deep in my mouth and started moving up and down the shaft, applying suction, my hand stroking in the same rhythm -- up to the head, down to his balls -- picking up the pace, just one goal in mind. I dared to glance up, expecting to see his head back against the seat, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. I have recently discovered that men are very visual creatures -- stimulated more by what they see than what they can imagine behind closed eyelids. I was rather unsettled by his clear blue eyes, staring straight into mine, an evil smile of pure lust on his face -- he was watching every move I made! I took my mouth from his cock and watched the clear pre-cum as it gathered at the tip. I sat back on my heels and looked at his hand between my legs, curiosity getting the best of me. Understanding what I needed, he started to slowly move his fingers in and out, letting me watch as his fingers opened my pussy, spreading it wide, showing me the glistening wetness I left on them as he withdrew. I lowered my head to his cock, licking the fluid from the tip before taking the entire length of him into my mouth. "Mmmmmm" was all I could manage, words were not possible. I settled into a serious rhythm now, a steady movement of mouth and hand, hungering for fulfillment. As the speed of my head bobbing up and down on his cock increased, so did the rocking motion I was making on his hand -- taking his fingers as deep as possible, the friction against my clit taking me ever-closer to where I needed to go. The change in the size of his cock warned me to be prepared -- that moment when I have to control my panic and resist the temptation to withdraw my mouth -- just relax and go with it. I held still over his probing fingers, focusing on his orgasm, wanting to get the most out of the experience. I am always surprised by the first burst of cum -- the heat, the taste, the force with which it hits the roof of my mouth. I swallowed the first of it, overwhelmed by how fast it was filling my mouth, worried I wasn't going to be able to handle the volume. As he reached the peak of his orgasm, I started moving my pussy on his fingers again, wanting to catch up. I swallowed the last of his cum, gently massaging his balls to be sure I got it all before letting his depleted cock slide from my mouth. I was now able to concentrate on my own rapidly approaching orgasm. It didn't take very long -- the anticipation had been building toward this for a long time -- and I was definitely ready. The intensity was overwhelming and I was beyond the point of control -- eyes closed, head back, his fingers slamming into my cunt, I hit the summit of the roller coaster and started that first drop. I could not stop the moan that became a scream -- I was riding this one out for all it was worth. I felt the walls of my cunt spasming around his fingers, grasping and releasing in rhythm with my orgasm and I heard myself begging him not to stop, ashamed of my need but not caring. In response to my pleadings, he started moving his hand up to meet the downward thrust of my hips, pushing me over the edge and into wave after wave of pleasure so intense that I was not aware of where I was and really didn't care -- all that mattered was what was going on between my wide-spread legs. When I thought I would lose my mind if it didn't end, I grabbed his wrist, stopping the motion of his fingers and collapsed on the seat, trying to catch my breath and regain my sanity. I whined in disappointment as he withdrew his fingers, not ready to give up the full feeling of satisfaction he had brought. An after-shock tore through me when I looked up at him to see him calmly licking his fingers, savoring the juices my incredible orgasm had left behind. He put his seat in the upright position, reclaimed his pants and got out of the car. I hurried to put my bra and sweater on before he could open both doors to the wash bay. With the seat and steering wheel adjusted again, I pulled out of the car wash and headed back for the dealership. I parked the car in its original space, handing him the keys as I got out. He walked me to my car, handing me one of his business cards as we approached the passenger side. He opened the door for me and stepped behind me as I laid my purse on the seat, leaning over to the console to get my sunglasses. I knew he was blocking the view from the showroom as he moved the hem of my skirt up, drew back, and slapped my ass cheek -- a bright red handprint quickly surfacing -- a souvenir for the ride home. I moved around to the driver's door, shook his hand, thanked him for his time and told him I'd let him know about the car. His evil grin as he winked over the top of his shades let me know exactly what he meant when he said, "Come back anytime, I'll be glad to show you anything else you might be interested in." Oh, yeah, this was far from over. The Test Drive The car looked great. He had done his homework. He knew what he wanted. Now, he thought, if he could only concentrate on the car and less on the gorgeous woman selling it to him... His mind couldn't get his figures straight since he was staring at hers. From the moment he laid eyes on hers and she put her hand in his to greet him, "Hi, I'm Annette." He knew he was in trouble. He was sure he couldn't have done a good job keeping his eyes from moving over her as they talked. Those eyes! He couldn't stop staring as she spoke. When he thought she wasn't looking he stole glances at the lacey green edges of the bra she wore. Top button of her blouse was open the second, no matter how he willed it, just wouldn't pop open for him. And oh did he ever want it to. He watched her closely now through the window as she got the keys for a test ride. The curve of her thigh under her skirt, how she leaned over to reach for some paper work made him wish he wasn't getting just a side view. He turned to casually lean on the car and felt himself press against the door. His khakis were loose fitting but a sudden panic filled his head as he realized that he hadn't been paying attention and he was now very and completely erect. He didn't think anyone had noticed yet but in his condition anyone who looked would see. No jacket, no papers to hold, nothing. He quickly did the only thing he could think of. He got in the car. Safe, he thought from discovery he turned to look for her... She wasn't where she had just been a moment ago... He looked again. "Ah, there you are, Jim" she said startling him from where she stood right outside the driver's window. He didn't know how long he lost track of her. Did she watch him walk quickly walk around the car and to in? Did she see how excited he was? Again his mind raced. He realized he hadn't said anything and she was still outside the window. "Ummm' he stammered. "Nice seats" was all he could manage. And immediately he regretted it. He sounded like such an ass. She smiled at him. Looked at him and maybe a moment longer? He couldn't tell. His perspective on time was off. Damn he couldn't think straight. And now she was leaning toward him from outside the window. The aroma in the car now holding, lightly, the fragrance of her perfume. There was no denying the stirring he felt in his crotch. He didn't dare look down to see how obvious it was while she was looking at him. He hoped it wasn't. Besides he wouldn't have been able to turn away at all. The angle of her, how high his head was sitting in the drivers seat as she leaned. The thought 'Oh my god' filled his mind, he was starring now. Directly down the front of her white shirt, with the now completely exposed green bra. The fit of it still covered her nipples, but only barely. The angle and the view were too perfect! He tried but he knew he failed to be discrete. There's no way she couldn't have noticed how he was looking at her. He turned his head to look at something, anything, on the passenger side. He was now acutely aware that his erection was only partially concealed. His leg where it was now, somewhat hid the length, but when he put his foot to the pedals it would be... There for anyone to see. He considered. 'For her', he thought, 'to see.' So much rushing through his mind, and now she was coming directly into him and his space. Her dark hair was smooth brushing along his cheek so much did he want to turn right to her. To bring his mouth to hers right then. His hands remained still with his vision of taking her in his arms and pulling, her to him, and kissing. He had to think. He couldn't think. Not yet he couldn't think but he did manage to keep control of himself. "I'll need this." Her voice again took him back from those thoughts when she leaned into the car. Instead of coming to him as craved, her arm instead reached across for a tag hanging from the rear view mirror. He did draw her into him though. Breathing her in, he enjoyed her aroma. His nostrils flared, slowly, and softly he hoped, quickly awoken again by her. This time his wits not completely failing him he leaned appropriately aside but only barely enough. His eyes were shut to take his most pleasure in that moment, then opened. He saw she had turned her head just enough to avoid his eyes as she took the tag and now moved away again. His smile was wide and palpable. He looked ay her. Her skin was smooth, silky, light he followed from her cheek, her hairline to the line of her jaw and down her neck as she reached. Now as she withdrew he looked again for her eyes. So intent on seeing them, he wanted badly to look at her. But again she didn't turn those eyes to him. His smile was still wide as he shifted himself back to his normal posture. Until, that is, he felt then instantly realized with another start, his pants relaxed to a more comfortable fold only now veiling his erection again. 'She had seen him.' The thought hit him and threatened again to unnerve him. His smile did shift, dropped only a bit, he considered the chances of her not noticing. 'Hopefully' he thought, probably a bit optimistically to avoid embarrassing himself and her. Still he smelled her though. His lips were dry. His tongue wanted to lick them. He breathed. He moved to his best position he hoped and looked up to her again. She stood a half step from the door now handing him the keys. Now he saw her eyes again he couldn't help but smile anew, more so when he noticed that she also smiled back at him. He knew he couldn't quite read that smile just then but he knew that at least something in it at least wasn't explained by her enjoyment of the sale. She smiled and turned, just as he thought her saw her licking her own lips. 'Did he see that?' he thought. He knew though that it was just his own mind racing and his smile relaxed. He tried to think about the car. He knew his budget and the payment he could afford. He reached the keys for the ignition and stopped, quickly became aware of himself again. As he put his foot on the pedal he felt and saw himself pressing from under his khakis. He turned his hip and tugged at his pants trying to conceal himself better when the door opened and she moved into the car next to him. He had expected her to get in but still, how totally she occupied his attention and so suddenly caught him off guard again. He looked at her eyes, her hair partially hid what he now started to see, a certain extra enchantment in them. Something more in her smile he recognized. That thought thrilled him again. And again he felt an urge to forget himself, lean over and kiss her passionately. Taste those lips and pull her... Tearing himself from the fantastic moment he suddenly understood he was holding the keys still motionless in front of the ignition. He didn't fumble too much trying to now insert the key. He eventually succeeded and the engine came alive quickly. While he did predict his physical response to her he still hadn't quite figured out how to handle it yet. He fastened the belt and put the car in gear. He heard the click of her belt and the calming of the engine then it started to roll. The idea of her thoughts matching his was an exhilarating rush he hadn't expected. Again the thrill came Again the predictable reaction followed. He shifted in his seat again. He pulled away from the lot, looked back and forth eyes concentrating on the moment, moving into traffic. He allowed himself an added and suddenly a bit amusing pleasure of the car's acceleration. The powerful engine barely seemed to try as the car sped quickly away. The escape of the moment was brief. He knew now without doubt his body had betrayed him. Not needing to look he felt himself fully erect. He looked over to her and noticed her looking out the window. Her hands holding some papers in a folder to her lap he couldn't help but let his eyes move down her body. The shape of her breast, the fold of her shirt between... It was then he noticed. Her shirt, open one more button wholly held his gaze. He knew he was staring and pulled his attention back to the road. He wasn't sure if noticed his leering her attention now seemed to be on her folder. He was stopped at a set of lights where he had expected to continue down the street. But instead her heard her voice "Take a right?" she seemed to ask or offer. Not very familiar with the area about the lot he took her suggestion and made the turn, accelerating but not as rapidly down what he became to see as a quieter more rural road. A large yard and another surrounded larger houses and light wooded fields moved over his left shoulder. He couldn't help but look at her as she seemed intent on not turning to meet his eyes yet. He came to turn left or right and he had no idea which way to go. Just as he thought to interrupt the silence she said in a lower voice but with more conviction she said "Left" He turned, more road fell behind them. Still he looked at her. His eyes were focused on the new view of her green bra. He saw now more of her shape, the curve of her. He knew know he was throbbing he wanted her so very badly. He noticed no houses or business on the road as he drove. As her drove and stared at her. He saw her hand on the folder and how her fingers clasped it. His eyes up to the road then back to her hands in her lap. Finally she turned to him. Looking at him as suddenly as she did she saw him staring at her legs and she saw the look in his eyes as he did. He knew he had been caught but saw that her smile matched his. She looked at him.. Those eyes, burning, now, paired with his thrilled him so much. He could no longer resist and reached a hand to touch her. His fingers found themselves on her thigh just above her knee. He saw the tips of those fingers just barely above the line of her skirt. The thought of his fingers slipping under it, touching her as he brought his hand up her thigh added yet another glint in his eye as they continued to look at each other. His gaze shifted from the road to her as they continued down the quiet countryside road. Her hands moved to his. The fingers of her right hand rested atop his hand on her leg. Her other hand moved up his wrist, his forearm to his elbow. The tips slid momentarily under the sleeve of his shirt but out again to move up his shoulder. Touching his neck she saw his expression. He needed to glance at the road and he came to look at her again. His hunger for her was obvious. His eyes met hers, the road, then hers again. This time she noticed when he looked back to her his eyes clearly enjoyed the view of the undone button afforded him. He looked at her then with such a hunger and passion that she lost herself for a moment. Her own desire for him overwhelmed her. Without thinking her fingers closed on his hand and immediately slid them both under her skirt. Her fingers and his on her soft smooth inner thigh, they both reacted quickly. His low moan combined with her sudden gasp. A fraction of a moment later she couldn't believe what she'd just done. She hand his hand nearly all the way up her skirt. Her position in the passenger seat didn't allow the skirt to rise up much so both their fingers even reaching as they both did, could only barely brush the silky, and now quite wet she knew, green panties. She slid her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. Her gaze went once again now to the bulge in his pants. She stared now at him, at how completely hard he was and the idea of him rocketed through her. The pleasure of seeing how eager how very ready he was for her sent the wave through her. Her chest, her stomach and again she felt a rush of wetness. Seeing his hardness, she knew how wet she was and she couldn't help but need that hardness and need it now. She turned in her seat, shifting her legs her skirt slid up her thigh. She didn't need to prompt him at all. His hand eagerly took the opportunity to press the rest of the way up her shirt. The tips of his fingers just so happened to find that perfect spot at his very first touch. Her moan of pleasure caught instantly in her throat when the tip of his finger pressed so perfectly on her swelling and sensitive clit at his very first touch. The little cry of ecstasy took even her by surprise. She felt the flood of moisture and could barely believe how close she felt she was to an orgasm already. She looked up at the road for somewhere. So completely occupied with the moment she again looked at his erection pressing under his khaki pants. Her hand reached for him. Her fingers over the tip squeezed, maybe harder than she anticipated but what she felt excited her so much. The tip of his shaft and how her fingertips pressed under his ridge as she gripped him brought her even closer. She shifted again as she looked up again. Her hand wrapped around him and again she gripped him, felt him, felt how hard he was and she had to have him now. His fingers pressed and slid up and down her hot and now very wet lips over her soaked panties. He had to try very hard now to keep at some of his attention on the road. He felt his fingertips getting moist. His efforts to drive were made a lot more difficult when she leaned over to put her hand on him as she did. His groan of pleasure as she felt his excitement was complete. He needed her now. He had to. "Right here" she said, her voice quick and insistent, and turned her head to a spot on the left where the car could easily pull off of the road. He did. He had to pay a bit more attention as the car came to as stop aside a pair of large trees. As the car bounced slightly, their hands both still on each other they both looked again at each other. The look they shared then was one of such passion. It didn't last long however as they both nearly lunged into each other. They kissed deeply and with so very much enthusiasm. Pulling the other close they felt their bodies together. His hand under her skirt eagerly slid aside her panties. His fingers touched her lips and her wetness. One finger slipped into her almost effortlessly. Her hand on him now pulled at his shirt, fingers fumbling a moment then slipped the strap of his belt out, pulled and released the catch. His tongue slid into her mouth as his finger slid into her. Her lips wrapped around that tongue as her fingers opened the button of his pants. Hips turning, lifting, together they moved for each other, wanting each other to feel, to touch, to explore and have. Quickly his pants were unzipped and her hand pushed under the front of his shorts and grasped him. She felt right away he was smooth. Recently shaven her fingers took him out from those shorts. She felt another of his fingers find its way into her and her moan was even greater when she looked at him. How magnificent his shaft was. The wet smear on his tip where his precum had been. Finally overtook her. The wave of pleasure at his touch, The feel of his smooth hard cock in her fingers and the burning desire brought her to the edge of orgasm. She turned herself a bit more, spread her legs wider for his amazing hand and gave herself to that moment. Her continued moan of delight grew almost at once to a cry of ecstasy. With a final lifting of her hips and squeeze of him in her hand she came. She was amazed at how quickly she had gotten here but delighted in it. She cried out as she felt another wave overcome her. His fingers now deep inside her seemed somehow to know exactly what she felt. She felt herself grip his fingers as her thighs closed some. She so enjoyed how the tips of those fingers pressed up to her spot. They held still as her walls quivered and then flooded with her cum. Softly pressing he felt her orgasm on his fingers and couldn't believe how incredible it felt. Her hand squeezed him hard he felt her grip tighten even more as she came. Her cry was so perfectly and utterly erotic. He knew if she hadn't paused in her stroking as she threw her head back in her orgasm that he might have exploded right then. Instead he turned with her as she came. He felt her body move in her bliss and moved with her, finding himself leaning more toward her now. His hand felt her cum flowing over his fingers to his palm. His mind reeled with pleasure. He couldn't believe how much he loved the feel her walls on his fingers and the flow of her cum on his fingers. He looked at her while she came. Her eyes closed her head thrown back to the headrest her mouth open in her cries. He kept his fingers inside her still as her orgasm washed over her. Savoring the moment he delighted in seeing her body react. The slight strain in her neck and the soft smooth skin so invited him. He shifted closer as she just slowed her clenching and gripping around his dripping wet fingers. He brought his left hand across him now to open another button of her blouse the tips of his fingers moving to the stiff nipple still barely concealed by her bra. The tips slid above and below it. He closed them on it softly until she shifted herself again. "Oohh God" she moaned as she moved. Her voice more a rush of breath. Her body moved swiftly. Sliding her hips away from him she turned and quickly had him in her mouth. So hungry for him she was that she took him deeply and slid her lips down near the base of his shaft. She felt him touching the back of her throat and relaxed enough to take the last inch. Pausing with his shaft deep she heard him cry out in pleasure. His hips lifting just slightly then falling back to the seat. She let that last inch or so slide out as his hips fell back to the seat. Only a moment though was she still. Her tongue pressing to the side of his shaft she drew her head up. A swirl of her tongue, circling his tip once and quickly she pressed her lips down. Again she did the same, taking almost all of him she sucked a bit harder as she drew her head up. Again her tongue slid around him, this time flicking over his tip, tasting the drops that she drew from him when she sucked again. As she began to taste him she again heard him moan loud. She felt his fingers in her hair sliding and gently pressing. The feel of them there thrilled her. Her lips tight slid quickly down his shaft. Up again her head rose and fell. Her lips around his hard and throbbing shaft. Tongue flicking she continued to bob up and down. His moans continued as the wet sound of slurping joined them. His fingertips gripped her hair a bit as he began to push her head onto him again. He knew how close he was already. Now that she so eagerly and fervently sucked him he couldn't deny he about to explode. He pressed her head onto him held her deep onto me as he felt himself fill. "Mmmmmmm God!" he moaned. He felt her lips slide up his length sucking hard as they did. When her lips stopped at the ridge along his tip, he felt her tongue press onto the head. Licking and sucking the tip, her tongue brought him over his edge. The next moment for him was lost in an ecstatic haze of pleasure. He cried out as he felt the first burst explode from him. He couldn't be sure if he heard her moan as well as he released that initial gush of cum into her mouth. Too caught up in that moment it was all he could do to not scream as another then another squirt of him filled her mouth. Soon he became aware of her again. Aware of how she was indeed moaning and how her tongue licked him again. Fast and eager she moaned on him as sucked every drop from him. To him she seemed almost even more turned on she started to swirl her tongue over his tip again. Now he saw her tongue lick. He saw his cum drip from her lips onto him. Her tongue reaching for it as it ran over his tip and down his shaft. She turned her head to lick down the top of him after that line of cum. Now a bit more in control of himself his hand reached again for her, down her back over the curve of her ass and the tips of his fingers caught the edge of her skirt. Fingers touching the back of her thigh he drew her skirt up her back. Is hand slipped under the back of her panties. He felt her shift herself as his hand moved over the curve of her, pushing those soaked panties lower over her hips. She moved up to her knees on the seat as she continued to lick him. Her ass up in the air now, he slid her panties down. She lifted one knee then the other as he removed them. All the while she kept her tongue on him, needing to get every last bit of him.