0 comments/ 18810 views/ 1 favorites Car Ride By: HoneyLips It's a beautiful sunny morning, warm but not hot. You hold open your car door for me and I lightly press my lips to yours in a soft kiss to let you know how much I missed you. I sit inside the car, and as I swing my legs inside, my short, black skirt raises enough to make you wonder if I'm wearing anything underneath. My leg, firm and slightly muscular, looks soft and smooth, very touchable. You can't resist, and reach out with your hand to slide your hand from my knee upwards, smiling your approval. You close the door as I adjust my skirt and join me inside the car. "I'm glad you decided to go with me today. It's a long drive and I would have been bored without you." I give you a sweet smile in reply as we start on our journey. Enjoying the beautiful day, soft music, and flirty conversation, time passes quickly. I notice we are close to being half-way to our destination on a somewhat secluded country road. Thinking about stepping up the flirting between us, I place my hand on your hairy thigh. I smile at you as I feel your warm flesh under my hand. Ever so slightly, I wiggle my fingers a bit, not enough to tickle, just enough to make sure you don't forget my hand's presence. You place your hand on mine, giving it a slight squeeze before placing it on the back of my neck to play in my soft, dark brown hair. I shift my hips in my seat, edging closer to you which causes my hand to slip higher on your thigh. I hear you take a deep breath as you scoot in your seat, making yourself more comfortable. I watch the countryside pass by out my window as my fingertips start to curl over the top of your thigh, softly caressing your inner thigh. As I slowly start to spread my fingers apart on your leg, I feel my "pinky" slip inside the bottom edge of your shorts. You continue to drive in silence, seeming to not notice my fingertip, your hand still caressing my neck and hair. Not saying a word, I lift my pinky off your leg and extend it over until I lightly feel your warm scrotum through your briefs. You press your hips forward, indicating to me your desire for me to continue my exploration. Reading your signal loud and clear, my hand becomes bolder and friendlier. My fingertips caress your growing erection, causing you to groan slightly at my touch. You slide your hand from my neck, over my shoulder and cup my breast through my thin, white blouse. Giving you my sexy smile and removing my hand from your thigh, I slip my hands up the back of my blouse, "Just a second," I say. You watch out of the corner of your eye as I remove my white, lacy bra from under my blouse. The sun shines at just the right angle on the thin material, giving you a very sensual view of my breast, nipple perky and erect. As you reach out to reclaim my breast, I return my hand to your crotch, sliding in from your waistband under both, your shorts and briefs. I wrap my fingers around your shaft, feeling how hard you are, your flesh hot to my touch. Your thumb and finger apply a little pressure to my hard nipple, rolling it gently between them as my hand begins to stroke your hard member in an up and down motion. I lean closer to you, bringing my lips to your ear for a nibble as you ask in a husky tone, "Do you want me to pull over?" "No, keep driving," I whisper back. Bringing my other hand over, I pull your shorts and briefs away from your body, exposing your erection. I bend my head down, turning it to place a kiss on your chin, careful to not block your view of the road. I feel you stiffen in your seat, sitting up straighter, giving me more room to maneuver between the steering wheel and your hard cock. "What... are you doing?" you ask in surprise. "Just keep driving." My head lowers until the tip of your cock is just touching my soft lips. I apply a small amount of pressure with my lips... kissing your cock head. I bend it slightly to the side away from me so I can place light kisses from the tip to the base, my fingertips of one hand gently fondling your testicles. I feel you place your hand on my back, rubbing and caressing, letting me know that you enjoy being close to me. Returning to the tip of your cock, a shiny drop of your juices glistens in the sunshine. Flattening my tongue, I take a long, slow, lap at the tip of your cock. I feel your body shiver as you release a little moan from deep in your throat. I giggle at your reaction, feeling your hand move to gently stroke my silky hair. I start to flick the hardened tip of my tongue over the top of your cock, wiggling it inside the slit on top, tasting more of you. I then slide the tip of my tongue to the outer edge of your cock head, and begin rubbing my tongue back and forth just under the rim. I open my mouth, sliding my top lip across the tip of your cock, until your whole tip is inside my hot, moist mouth. My tongue presses on one side of the tip, the roof of my mouth adding more pressure on the other side of your knob. I begin sucking on you, adding pressure and releasing you a little with an even rhythm. Your hand moves from the hair on my shoulder, to the top of my head. I feel you begin to apply light pressure on my head, asking me to take you deeper without using words. Wishing only to please you, I slide your cock deeper into my mouth. Wiggling my tongue along the side of your shaft, I soon have most of your cock inside my mouth. The tip of you hits the back of my throat. I feel your hips pressing upward, grinding your cock in my throat. I begin sucking you harder, with your cock deeply planted, my mouth, throat and lips contracting and releasing on your erection. Your hips begin to lift in an even rhythm from the seat cushion, asking me to begin pumping your hard cock in and out of my mouth. Slipping your cock from my mouth, I say softly, "You just concentrate on driving and let me play." "Yes Ma'am!" You return your hand to my back and start caressing my spine as my lips wrap around your knob again. I start to slowly slide my lips down your shaft, but only about half-way this time. My lips tighten around your hard cock before slipping back up to the tip. I continue to ride my lips on your erection, up n down, up n down, up n down, squeezing my lips tighter for the upward stroke. One hand holds the base of your cock steady while the other gently squeezes your balls. "Ohhhhhh baby..." I hear you moan as your body shivers for me. Your cock throbs in my mouth as I slide my lips back to the tip, sucking hard... harder... wiggling my tongue as I suck. My hand starts to stroke the shaft of your cock in rhythm to my sucking motions. "I'm going to cum," you warn me just before your cock explodes in my mouth. My mouth contracts around the tip of your cock, sucking and swallowing your hot seed. I feel your hand on my head, pushing downward so I take your cock deep into my mouth again. It throbs and twitches in my mouth as I continue to apply pressure with my tongue along the side of your shaft. I slowly slide my mouth up your cock, lips tightly squeezing your shaft. My lips slip over the edges of your cock head and come together on the tip of your cock, ending in a kiss. Sitting up in the seat next to you, I notice that you pulled the car over sometime during my assault on your cock. Smiling devilishly at you, I ask, "Couldn't drive at the same time?" Watching you shake your head from side to side brings a giggle from my throat as you reach for my thigh with a grin... Car Ride Karl stopped the car and turned off the motor. Bethanne gazed outside at the expanse of fields on either side of them. "Why are we stopping here?" she asked. They'd been driving around, just enjoying each another's company-- talking about their dreams and hopes, their frustrations and problems--and before they knew it, they were out of the city and onto what appeared to be a deserted side road. Now Karl look over at Beth and smiled. "I thought we could use a little break." She nodded in agreement, then he watched, surprised, as she began to undo the buttons of her blouse. "Just what sort of break did you have in mind?" he asked. "An enjoyable one," was her reply. Then she whispered, "Feel my breasts." More a request than a command, but he would have willingly responded to either. Karl leaned over and slipped his hand into her shirt, cupped her breast, squeezed it firmly. Her eyes closed as his thumb rubbed her nipple, circling it, pushing it in. He moved her blouse aside, bent down and covered her nipple with his mouth. He ran his teeth back and forth across it, felt its hardness with his tongue. Beth sighed and turned slightly towards him. He grasped both her breasts, pushed them together and ran his mouth from one nipple to the other, flicking his tongue across and around each one, sucking and nibbling at them, smelling and tasting the sweetness of her naked flesh. Beth squirmed on the seat and parted her legs slightly. As Karl continued to suckle her breasts, his hand slid down her thigh, then up beneath her skirt. His fingers slipped into her panties, felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy. They moved between her lips and found their way to the hollowness of her sex. As she enjoyed t thrusting in and easing out of his fingers, his mouth sucking and tugging at her breasts, Bethanne moaned with growing excitement. She gripped Karl's head with one hand, pressed it more firmly into her bosom, and with the other she grabbed at his hand between her legs, shoving it harder and faster into her cunt. Then, suddenly, Beth pulled away from him. "Enough. No more--for now," she said. "Drive on again." Puzzled, he looked at her. Her breathing was heavy as he started the car once more. *** The fields slipped past them. After a short while, Beth moved closer to Karl. He felt her fingers on the zipper of his pants, tugging it down, then reaching inside. She gripped and extracted his cock. She leaned down. He felt her hot breath as she exhaled on the tip, followed by the flicking of her tongue across it, stabbing into the tiny hole, then the delicious wetness of her warm mouth as it covered his cock, devouring down the shaft to his testicles. Her fingers cupped and rolled his balls, squeezing them gently as she sucked his cockhead in and out. Gradually, it began to harden and lengthen, filling her mouth. She released him. "Pull over and stop." Karl stopped the car quickly by the side of the road. "Come over to this side." As he slid towards her, Beth moved and hiked up her dress then, with a bit of difficulty, crouched on the front seat and straddled his legs. She squatted down, holding onto the back of the seat. Her breasts dangled before his face from behind the fabric of her blouse. He licked at the protruding nipples. He held his stiff cock up straight and Beth lowered herself slowly onto its thickness. She was still wet and slippery and his cock slid easily past the folds of her labia and into her cunt. Karl lapped at her breasts with his tongue as she began to move up and down. He slipped his hand between their bodies and begin to vigorously finger her clitoris as best he could. He rubbed it back and forth. Her lips crushed down on his and her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Hungrily, they devoured one another. He fingered her harder and faster as she continued to slide her cunt along the length of his shaft. She felt the tip of his cock thumping against the back of her hole, his finger sliding over her clit, the length of his thick cock plunging upwards into her cunt. She moaned loudly, gasping as she suddenly came with streams of ecstasy flowing through her body. Over the noise of Beth's moans, both of them heard the sound of another car swishing past them, then the sound of a beeping horn. Then Karl came too, his jism spewing out in spasmodic spurts, filling her cunt with his white hot cream. Car Ride He pressed the button as they walked through the parking lot, and the top began to fold down on the car. She squeezed his arm slightly, ready to go for a ride. He didn't get to visit this city often enough this time of year, though with her here, the time of year didn't matter. A few sneaky emails had set up this evening on the first night of his trip. Their good luck that it was perfect convertible weather that night. They'd met at a restaurant beside his hotel, and didn't make it past appetizers and the second drink before wanting to go for a spin, in the car he'd rented specially. As he held the door for her to get in, she made a special effort to show stocking and flesh as she sat, and smiled as her gaze checked his pants to see his reaction. He drove out to the next exit away from town, arm around her bucket seat, toying with her hair as the wind rearranged it. They spoke of how good it was to see each other again, in those half-sentences you use when the pheromones are filling your head. He pulled off beside the road to a place he knew would be deserted that time of day. The place wasn't ordinarily well lit, but the full moon that night made everything clear. He parked and walked around to her side of the car. They kissed for the first time in forever, him leaning in, her hand to the back of his head holding him, tangling in his hair as their tongues met. Both of them were breathing a little more raggedly by the time he got the door open. He reached in, and pressed the buttons on the power seat to recline her, until her head was almost even with the body of the car, and she was more laying in the car than sitting. Another kiss leaning over the car, this time with his hands roaming across the waist of her little black dress, and down to draw her hemline up to show the tops of her stockings. He straightened and smiled at his lovely lady, who smiled back and raised her left leg to show the brief black panties she'd said she'd wear that night. His smile widened, especially as her expression turned slightly puzzled as he moved toward the back of the car. He leaned over from behind her ear and whispered, and a huge grin broke loose on her face. She raised her arms and crossed her wrists behind the headrest, breasts and stiff nipples straining against her dress, her eyes staying straight forward. She simply waited... maybe biting her lip a little. After a moment to admire the view, he pulled the rear passenger's safety belt forward and looped it once, twice, three times around her wrists, and eased it back as it retracted. Not taut enough to be a binding - more of a suggestion - but from the way she shifted in her seat, it was a suggestion well received. He made his way back toward the front of the car, pausing for a brief kiss: he moved on when he wanted, as she could no longer hold him. Right foot onto the floorboard, he crouched before her. His hands gently eased the dress even higher; she planted her feet and raised her ass to help him. He slid it up her sides until her navel and everything below was exposed, pausing to tickle her navel with one quick fingertip. She sat back down rather suddenly. He hooked his hand under her ass from between her legs and lifted; she rose up again. He peeled her panties down to her thighs, being careful not to muss the stockings. Stepping out of the car, he brought them all the way down and off her right leg - fingertip across the toes her black heels were displaying. Then he pulled them back up her left leg, to just above the knee, and hooked her panties over the emergency brake lever, pulling her left leg open slightly. A few more moments' work pulled her right leg open as well, and looped the passenger seatbelt around her right thigh to hold her there. He paused and looked at her in the moonlight, as she squirmed to get comfortable, and to offer her pussy to him. Her breathing by this time was deep and slow, like an athlete warmed up and ready for the big race. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out the thing they'd not yet talked about, the night's first surprise. A small box with one switch, and a white egg, about three inches in length. He set the egg on her unprotected belly, threw the switch with his left hand, and watched her eyes widen as it began to vibrate. He switched it off, and reached down to gently rub her swollen lips with his right hand. She sighed and parted her legs even more, perhaps unaware that the belt was taking up the slack. With one quick motion, he inserted the vibrator into her cunt. She closed her eyes and began to pant in earnest. He waited until her eyes opened, and threw the switch. Her eyes rolled back, and her jaw dropped - she was more ready than she knew. She began shuddering as he closed the door, and her moans followed him as he walked around the front of the car. His eyes never left her moonlight-bathed body, until he reached the driver's side and stepped in. He started the car, and held his foot on the brake as he shifted into gear. Watched his companion straining to bring her legs together and trap all the sensation that was leaking from her cunt onto the leather seats. He stroked her abdomen lightly, and rubbed his right middle finger along her lips, dipping in to adjust the vibrator for her slightly. He told her how beautiful she was as he rubbed quick circles across her soaked clit. She came again, harder, with a yowl that rang out loud and strong into the night... so he moved his foot from brake to gas, sped out of the parking lot, and pressed the button that turned the vibrator off so she could collect herself for a moment. Her head was spinning as she gulped in air, as the wind hit her face, and she had just a touch of vertigo as he went tightly around the turns. She couldn't quite believe how thoroughly he'd planned this, and was simply astonished at how he could just sweep into her life and set her body afire as it had never been before. Her arms were beginning to get uncomfortable, and she could certainly get them loose... but she simply abandoned herself to it, wanting to see what would come next, and planning how she'd use his body when her chance came. Back out on the interstate, heading back toward the restaurant, driving the limit in the slow lane. He watched her in the moonlight as she alternated between panic and thrills. With the angle of the seat, most casual onlookers would think her just reclining on a lovely night, but anyone in a tall vehicle, who happened to be looking anyway, would certainly notice, and get the treat of the day... He pressed the button that turned the vibrator on as they approached the exit. She closed her eyes, lost in the wind and the thrill... only to open them, twitching against the restraints, as a semi truck in the next lane tapped his horn in appreciation. Quickly taking the exit, he waved to the semi continuing on. Paused at the light at the top of the ramp, he watched her squirm again. Noting that her eyes were closed, he told her she could be as loud as she wanted, it was only them. He couldn't resist rubbing her slick pussy again, and she moaned and shook as the light turned green and he accelerated into the turn. He switched the vibrator off again as he made the few turns into the parking lot of his hotel - no valet tonight, thanks. He aimed for a back corner of the surface lot, as he pressed the button to roll up the power windows. He looked again at her as he put the car in park, to see her staring at the bulge in his pants, the little hint of dampness there. He didn't know if they'd even make it to the room. - * - * - * - She bounced ahead of him through the parking lot, tugging her dress back almost into place. He followed at his fastest dignified pace, shifting his briefcase from hand to hand, trying desperately to do long division in his head. They had a hotel lobby to walk through, and while nobody was going to mistake what was going on, it was poor form to wave an erection as obvious as his around. Every time he tried to get past the second digit, though, he was distracted by the weight of the vibrator and its remote in one jacket pocket and the scent of her stretched and torn panties in another... and suddenly he wanted to put that third digit somewhere else entirely. She waited for him at the door, eyes flashing, dress arranged almost respectably over a body that would attract attention even if wrapped in a sack. Smiling wickedly at him trying to compose himself. Sometime after her second orgasm on their little car ride, she realized that all the rules had been suspended for the evening, and that the trucker's eyes had freed her to simply live in a fantasy for the night. The man that planned this night for her was going to be very happy that he did. Before he'd quite caught up, she was gone - stalking down the side hallway towards the lobbyful of generic marble and potted plants. She made her entrance, stopped, and looked back. As he caught up to her and took her hand, he noticed that the half dozen or so people passing through on their way wherever were all staring at her, some more openly than others. He stood a bit straighter and smiled a bit wider as she towed him toward the elevator and pressed the button for up. It's always hard to wait for an elevator, and even with all the long division, he was finding it harder than usual. It didn't help matters when she decided to stand right in front of him, so that she was effectively concealed from the lobby. Or when she reached her hand back to run up the leg of his slacks. Or, especially, when her fingertips found his scrotum through the fabric and gave his balls an appraising little heft. He met her eyes in the semi-reflective elevator doors, and set his jaw in frustration to see her mischievous smile. Ding. Finally, the doors opened. She stepped right in, smiling brightly at the four gentlemen stepping out. Or trying to step out - it was more like stumbling as they tried to stare without seeming to stare. Only one of them seemed to realize why he'd suddenly shifted his briefcase in front of him, and they exchanged a knowing nod and smile as he stepped aboard as well. As the doors were closing, they watched the guys depart, muttering little sideways remarks about liking the scenery. He pressed the button for the top floor, and attempted to put a scowl on his face as he turned to her. That didn't last long, as she immediately stepped into him, kissing him with an eager tongue, and her hand went straight to his cock. He had been hard and ready for what felt like hours, and he was in danger of creating a major dry cleaning problem. She whisperingly told him of her realization, that tonight was her night to live a fantasy life, and that she would need his cock in many ways to make that come true. He smilingly assured her that he would like that as well, and took her hand as the elevator doors opened. He took her to an access door, and waved a keycard from his pocket at the sensor. The light went green with a happy beep as the door unlocked, and he quietly thought kind thoughts about the guy who'd accepted an extra little gratuity to loan him this pass for the evening. He walked her through the door and back into the moonlight, and she smiled as she realized that they were on the roof. With a hand on the small of her back, he encouraged her toward the best-lit corner of the place, watching the breeze stir her hair again as she walked. The hotel was on the edge of downtown, and they were higher than most of the buildings on this block, providing a marvelous view. She scampered ahead to the corner and looked over, and spun around again smiling. He had set his briefcase on some waist-high piece of equipment there on the roof, and her smile grew bigger as he produced a small digital video camera. He smiled back, and asked her a favor as he set the camera beside the briefcase and began adjusting its settings. She told him that he was naughty, and that she would be happy to. Playing to the viewfinder, she took one strap, then the other, off her shoulders. Turning her back, she began to slowly wriggle out of the black dress. She bent to carefully take it off over her stockings and heels, and turned back around slowly. She lobbed the dress to him, who had managed to strip to the waist once the camera was set, and he caught it and laid it delicately atop the briefcase. (His own jacket and shirt were simply piled on the roof by his shoes.) She took a moment to run her hands along her breasts for the camera, slowly wandering down to rub between her slightly parted legs. She knew he would watch this again and again while he was away, and wanted to give him fantastic memories of this night. She crooked a finger at him, summoning him to stand with her on camera. Down to boxer briefs and socks, he eagerly complied. She kissed him thoroughly, her breasts rubbing against the hair on his chest, hands down the back of his shorts, squeezing his ass. She backed up just a little to tug his shorts down past his knees, and put her hands on his hips to steady him as he stepped out of them. She looked him right in the cock and smiled, with a little glance to the camera. She watched him throb for a moment, not even touching him, knowing how ready he must be now. Hoping she was driving him as wild as he'd driven her. Only one good way to find out, she thought... He watched her watching him, in fascination - his anticipation was beyond anything he'd ever felt. Since her first touch in the restaurant, he had been waiting for her next touch - through kissing her, rubbing her, hearing her scream, and being fondled in an elevator. When she just bent farther forward and took his cock all the way to the back of her throat, his groan nearly shattered windows in adjacent buildings. She locked her lips around him, and just pumped her face farther and farther down on his cock. She'd been thinking about this through many orgasms now, and wanted to feel and taste what he'd been saving up. Within ten strokes, he growled out a warning in time for her to pull back, until his head was just on the tip of her extended tongue. He burst - jets and jets of semen hit the roof of her mouth, with a little dribbling down her chin. Camera satisfied, she wrapped her mouth around him again, sucking and swallowing as he finished. As his vision cleared, he looked down to see her looking back up, smiling and licking her face and his dick clean. Breathing heavily, suddenly covered in a light sheen of sweat, he pulled her upright by the shoulders and kissed her deeply. He felt himself becoming hard again in her hand. He whispered a suggestion into her ear, and she hugged him with a mischievous giggle, and whispered back. Wobbling a bit on the uncertain surface in her heels, she moved across the roof, to place her hands on the waist-high stonework guarding the edge. She planted her feet slightly apart, bending over, hoping the camera could make out her stiff nipples in its side view of her. When he was a bit slow in following (sock feet - ow!), she waggled her ass at him by way of encouragement. His eyes locked in on her stockings and her sweet little ass above them as he took the final steps. He gave her a light smack on the butt by way of appreciation. ("Oo!") He reached down to rub her pussy, and was unsurprised to find it hot and soaking, as ready as it had been back in the car. Spreading his own legs to the outside of hers, just barely rubbing her stockings with his thighs, he positioned himself behind her. He gripped her upper thigh, and used his left thumb to separate her cheeks slightly. With his right hand, he positioned his now-stiff dick within her dampness and began to slowly slide it into her. She let her head drop as she pushed back against him, getting every inch. When he hit bottom, she threw her head back, sucked in air through clenched teeth, and sighed it all out. She hadn't been sure when she left home that evening exactly how she was going to get him in her cunt that night, but this was the reason she'd answered his emails in the first place. As they began to move together with short, quick strokes, she gripped the grimy stone and looked out over the city - stoplights, traffic, people under streetlamps. As the breeze dried the sweat from her back and stiffened her nipples, she knew she was having a better night than any person she could see. He shifted his hands to her hips, half lifting her onto her toes to get a better angle. Looking at her body from behind, hearing her starting to moan a high-pitched moan, he could not resist taking longer and stronger strokes into her. He was completely consumed in her, in thrusting into her out atop the city. He felt that he must be splitting her in half, as her juices began to coat his balls. He looked at the mirrored face of the tower looming over them from across the street, and fleetingly thought that nobody with a line of sight to them was getting much work done tonight at all. Suddenly he was supporting most of her weight as she shook with orgasm, straining backwards to push him in as much as she could. Hearing her grunt and swear as it hit her set him off completely - his second load of the night emptied deep within her, and he clutched her hips almost hard enough to bruise without any knowledge he was doing so. After a moment, he stepped away, around to her side, and gathered her into his arms. They kissed again, slow and deep, each amazed at the other. Suddenly he laughed, and turned her around and pointed. Across the street behind the mirrorshade windows, lights were flashing on and off in three different offices near the top of the tower. Giggling, she blew a big two-handed kiss to them, and to her whole city, and scampered with him to collect their clothes and move on. They still hadn't even made it to the room. Car Ride I cannot believe this is happening. After so long of waiting to meet Jack, I finally am. He is supposed to be here in only five minutes. I am sitting outside, so nervous that he won't show, that I have a cigarette in my mouth and am making a mental note to pop in three Breath Savers before Jack gets here just in case one doesn't get rid of the taste of smoke in my mouth. My eyebrows are drawn together, for I am worried. Suck, inhale, and exhale. Oh, god, what if he doesn't show? For the love of god, Krista, calm down. He'll be here. Get rid of the cigarette in case he is a couple of minutes early. With a sigh, I throw the cigarette at the driveway. It is rather odd that I have finally come clean with the fact that I have been smoking. My parents were mad five days ago when I turned 18 and they found out, but they couldn't do anything about it. I mean, I am 18 and can now smoke legally. Nothing to fear anymore. From my perch on the torn lawn chair, my feet firmly placed on the porch, I grab my purse, keeping my eyes on the road without thinking. "Come on, Jack," I mumble as my hand hits something hard. Ignoring it, burying my fingers past it, I dig deeper until I nudge the green wrapper with the tip of my index finger. I scoop it out of my purse, pop three hard candies in my mouth, and crunch into the sweetness even though I know I'm supposed to suck on it until it has melted on my tongue, but I am much too impatient. A black car nears my driveway. I leap out of my seat anxiously, my heart doing flips and a smile suddenly brightening my face. But the car passes by. I collapse back in my seat with a disappointed frown, the corners of my lips weighing a ton as my heart slows to its normal pace. Another car slows down, this time pulling into my driveway. Gathering my backpack and purse, I practically run to the car, knowing I am about to be in the presence of a very sexy male and wondering how the heck I am going to react. Opening the passenger's door and shoving the luggage in the floorboard, I glimpse the side of his face and nearly have a heart attack. Jack is a hundred times sexier in the flesh than he was on webcam. I feel my excitement for him arise and yearn to do something naughty with him, but I stifle it, get my ass in the car, and shut the door. "Hi, Krista," and his voice makes me even crazier. I picture hearing him chant my name as he fucks my brains out. "Hi, Jack," I reply, wondering if my voice is enough for him. He has heard me moan and masturbate for him on his phone, but I am sure I sound different in real life. Louder. My voice was low but strong on the phone. He puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the driveway. I sit tight in the car for a few seconds, staring out the windshield, trying to stop thinking about his dick and how badly I want to feel it, but I keep wondering if he might like it if I obeyed my hunger. Finally, I decide to just go for it and reach my hand over, massaging him through his jeans for about half a minute. Then I begin unbuttoning his pants and slip my hand inside. When I feel his dick, I cannot help the moan that dies from my lips. My left thumb begins massaging his most sensitive spot. I picture myself placing my mouth over it and sucking and licking it. Jack, twenty-five years old, seems oblivious to the hand on his dick. It is maddening to me that he shows not a flicker of horniness as I rub his tender spot gently and crave him greatly. God, what am I doing wrong? Am I not rubbing it with the right tempo? But after around five minutes of playing with his dick, I forget that he isn't showing any hint of liking this. I can feel my juices sticking to my thighs and my hard nipples throbbing. His dick is becoming really sensitive too, pulling away from my fingers. "Jack, stop the car. Pull over. Now," I demand. "I want you. I cannot wait another second." Luckily, right as I am saying this, we are nearing a deserted parking lot. He speeds up a bit and pulls in. I am yanking off my low-rise jeans all the while. When he parks, I just unbuckle, yank off his buckle, and straddle him while unziping his jeans and helping him out of them hastily. I smother his dick with my wet pussy and begin riding him up and down, my arms on his shoulders, right hand in his light brown hair. Without thinking about it, I clutch him with my pussy. Oh god, oh god, oh GOD! I rub his stubbled cheek with my own and feel my pleasure heighten. "Oh, god, Jack, Jack, Jack," I moan, "I love your dick so fuckin' bad!" He grins but says nothing. I hope he knows not every guy does this to me. In fact, sex was meh before I met him online a few months ago and began masturbating to him. There was just something about Jack that drove me wild. I am shuddering and moaning uncontrollably. His mouth sucks my nipples up, and he grabs my hips. Holding me quite still a few inches off his dick, he shoves it in and out of me until he is ready to cum. Then he pulls the big one out and makes me yearn to cum again by lifting my shirt and jerking off his dick in front of my boobs and cumming all over my tits. I lower my mouth to his dick when he is done and suck the last bit of cum out of his dick. It tastes so good and feels so fantastic in my mouth that I moan again and mutter, "Jack," breathlessly. Pulling away, I scoop his cum off my boobs and bring the wonderful taste to my mouth. He stares at me with pleasure in his eyes, muttering my name one last time before I get dressed and we continue on our way to Detroit, stopping many times for similar clawings of each other Car Ride On our way to dinner, we share a very naughty car ride... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (25.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Car Ride I stand on the sidewalk after work waiting for Him, the only man I will ever love because I belong to Him, He owns me completely. I have given Him complete control of my thoughts, my body and actions. I am no longer a person but a possession, a toy to please Him. I wait for Him because I am not allowed to drive myself. He does not trust me to follow the rules when I am alone. He is afraid if I have too much freedom I will begin to break the rules and do as I feel. I know that I will never be free again, nor do I wish to be free. I want only to please Him, so I stand here waiting for Him. I stand here in the clothes He has chosen for me today. He chooses the clothes I wear because I am His fuck doll to look as He wishes me to. He gave me a red blouse, extremely low cut to expose my cleavage, which is pushed up by a red 34C cup bra, that is filled with my perky tits and big round nipples that are almost always hard. I also wear a very short skirt that just barely goes past my ass cheeks. If I bend over, I will show everyone my red panties under it. He finished my outfit with a pair of red 8 inch heels. He dresses me like this in the hope that people will stare and gossip about the whore I am. I also wear a silver choker with a charm stamped with the word "Whore". I was given this choker to wear when I am in public. He has also had the word "Slut" tattooed right above my bald pussy lips. He has tattooed me so if I ever leave Him and/or if anyone fucks me they will know what I am and forever will be - a slut and nothing more. I see Him pulling into the parking lot now and my heart jumps in anticipation to see my love, my owner. He pulls up in front of me in a black BMW M5 with the windows tinted so dark I am unable to tell if it is Him in the car or just an employee of His. I stand patiently beside the car with my eyes gazing at the pavement for minute. I wait for Him to roll down the window and tell me I am allowed to get in the car and where to sit. The window slowly lowers and He states with a commanding voice "sit next to me slut". I quickly respond "yes Sir," open the passenger side door and sit next to him. As I sit down He immediately opens my legs and slides His hand up my skirt and pulls aside my panties. He slides His finger into my dry pussy. I wince in pain and let out a small whimper as He drives His finger inside me hard. As He withdraws His finger from my pussy, tears began to swell up in my eyes because I know I'm in trouble and will be punished severely. I let the tears flow in hopes of making Him happy, because I know He enjoys me looking like a used crack whore with mascara running down my face. "What's the rule, bitch?" He demands in an angry tone. "When I am with You, Sir, I will always have your cunt wet so it is ready to be used whenever You wish to use it, Sir" I repeat in a trained response through the tears. "And why isn't it wet, slut? I gave you a full minute to prepare my cunt for me and you failed. You're nothing more than a cheap hooker who can't follow instructions, bitch." I beg Him to forgive me, but He does not listen. He turns His head in disgust of my bad manners. "Get that dirty fucking cunt of mine wet right now, bitch. You're nothing but a cheap whore who I can replace by the end of the week if you refuse to follow the rules," He screams at me. I immediately begin to rub my bald pussy. I start to feel the juices flow and I become soaked in seconds because my pussy is trained so well for him. He hears the wetness as I finger myself. "Take off your panties and shove them in my pussy and pull up your blouse so your tits are sticking out," He orders. "Yes Sir," I respond with my eyes pointed at the floor of the car. As I pull up my blouse and my tits flop out of my bra, my nipples are already rock hard. I then slide my panties down my legs and finger them inside me. While I shove them in, I feel slaps on my tits. I then feel my nipples pulled and twisted. I try not to make a sound but when I feel my tit slapped for the 5th time I let out a small wail of pain. My nipples now feel like He is trying to tear them off. He stops suddenly and I await His next command, but He just ignores me for several minutes. "Bitch" He barks. "Yes Sir?" I respond instinctively. "Now put your panties in your mouth," He orders. I pull my panties out of my pussy, now soaked in pussy juice, and slid them into my mouth. I feel my juice squeeze out in my mouth and down my throat. I feel Him then pull and twist my nipples hard again. This time it's too much and I begin to cry out, but it's muffled by my panties. He slaps my tits until we pull up to a red light and He instructs me to look at Him. I mumble a "yes Sir" through my panties and turn to look at him. He takes a fist full of my long blond hair and slaps my face, turning my cheeks red. I begin to sob violently as I fight to pull away, but He has a very tight grip on my hair. When the light changes He stops slapping me and continues driving. "Now, you little cum sucking fuck hole, take out My cock and stroke it" He whispers in a tone of enjoyment. "Yes Sir" I whimper through tears and my panties. I reach over with my hands and unbutton His pants, pulling out His 9 inch cock. I began to stroke it slowly with one hand and rub His balls with my other. His cock slowly grows harder in my hand, a feeling I have come to enjoy very much. "Please let me be your dirty little oral fuck hole, Sir, and let me please Your cock with my mouth, Sir" I beg through my panties. "I would love to, my whore, but right now your mouth is full of your panties and I wouldn't want to waste the pussy taste with my cum," He says with a smile. Having been forbidden to taste His huge cock, I rub His cock on my face, careful not to touch it with my lips. I slap my face with His cock a few times before I beg again for Him to let me suck it. "You want Me to skull fuck your little slut mouth, don't you bitch? Too bad you haven't paid for your mistake yet, because I would love to choke fuck you like the whore you are," He says in a disappointed tone. He rolls down my window as we merge onto the freeway and instructs me to show every semi my tits as we pass. I look at Him as my face turns red in embarrassment. I start to take my panties out of my mouth. "I didn't tell you, you could take that out, did I slut?" He barks. "No Sir" I mumble through them. As we drive, I shove my tits out of the window. The cold strong wind feels really good on them after the torture they just received. When we pass a semi truck, He honks the horn to get the truckers' attention. The truckers do a double take as they see me, honking the semi's horn in response. I feel humiliated with my panties in my mouth and my tits out of the window. The humiliation is making my already wet pussy leak. Kneeling on the seat, I hope He sees my pussy leaking and I hope it makes Him happy. I remind myself I am just here for His pleasure and nothing more. My feelings do not matter, my embarrassment does not matter. I am nothing more than a fuck hole to Him. Which only makes my pussy drip on the seat more. He must have noticed, because He begins to spank my pussy as I hang out the window. We repeat this several times as we pass more semis on the way. We pull into the drive way of our house and He opens the garage. As I watch the door open, I feel a sigh of relief because I was afraid He would make me walk to the house from the driveway fully exposed the way I am. But my fears soon become reality when He parks the car at the end of the driveway. He grabs my hair and begins to drag me out of the car through His door. I cry out in unexpected pain as I fight to climb over the center console as fast as I can. I'm not fast enough over the seat; He drags me out the door and I fall on the ground. He picks me up by my hair and walks me into the house. When we reach the door, I stand up straight and place my hands behind my back, sticking my exposed tits out and staring at the floor behind Him. "Now your punishment really begins," He threatens ominously as He walks through the door. Car Ride Caress I was twenty years old the first time I ever stroked and sucked a cock. He was my fiancé at the time; now he is my husband. We'd known each other for ten months, five of those as friends, two as a dating couple. The last three, after becoming engaged, we were like two teenagers let loose on each other. He was twenty-three and hadn't dated until I came around. I was a virgin until I met him. I had dated some, not a lot. The dates I did have, involved some heavy petting on the man's part, but not mine. Looking back, I don't know what set off the spark to just throw caution to the wind so quickly between me and my fiancé, but something did. Was it age? Curiosity? Desire? Lust? Yes, I think it was all of those things combined. Both of us were past our teens and we loved each other. We were engaged and became sexually active before we tried oral sex. It was a fast romance, but aren't many these days. Either way, my first blow job was pleasant, pleasant enough in fact, I still do it. ***** The day was hot; it was the Summer of 1993. The windows on the car were down. He drove a Chrysler, something. I have no clue what it was, but I don't believe that really matters for this particular memory. I was wearing a skirt, a simple white one. I remember that vividly because it was his favorite thing to see me in. My blouse was pink and buttoned up the front. We were on our way home from picking up a few items for my parents. I was sitting in the middle of the front seat, pressed against him. One of his hands was on the wheel, of course, the other was on my shoulder. His arm was draped across the seat. I was turned into him. My left arm was pressed to my side and my right hand was on his thigh. With my head resting against his chest, I studied his crotch. Soon my fingers moved up his jeans and over to the center of his slacks. "Hey, you can't be doing that," he told me. "What?" I asked, then chuckled as I slowly began to rub his cock through the denim of his jeans. "That," he said. He shifted in his seat and I smiled wider. I looked up at him and blinked innocently. "What?" I asked again. I rubbed harder and winked when I saw his jaw tighten. "Stop now. I can't go into your parents' house with a hard-on," he said. I ignored him and continued rubbing harder. I wasn't buckled in with the center strap so I turned in my seat and used both my hands to release the button of his jeans and ease the zipper down. "You have to stop when we drive past your Uncle's," he told me. I agreed and tucked myself back against his side. I started running my fingers up and down over the warm flesh of his cock. My fingers slipped over the head of his swollen shaft and as I stroked him, my head dropped lower on his chest. Later I asked him what he'd been thinking as my head made that slow decent down his torso. He told me he kept running the thought, 'Oh please. Oh please. Come on. Please,' over and over. I chuckle when I think of that. I was thinking, 'If I do this, will he like it? Will he think less of me?' The hand he'd draped over my shoulder was in my hair and he was combing the long strands with his fingers. I loved having my hair stroked. I still do. It brings tingles to my skin and that day, it was no different. I gripped his cock gently in my hand and stroked him. My lips were so very close to his cock. I almost asked him if he wanted me to take him in my mouth or not. I could feel my skin burning from the blush that was flaming over my flesh. His fingers massaged my scalp. I know now that was his way of encouraging me to continue, but at the time, there was no pressure from him. He was letting me decide if this was something I wanted. "We're at your parents' road," I heard him say. There was no turning back. I wasn't ready to go back to Mom and Dad's. I opened my mouth and took his sex. "We aren't going back now," he said. I chuckled and he groaned. I ran my tongue over his member before lifting my mouth off of it and taking him back in. His fingers played in my hair and he never pulled or forced me to move quicker or slower. This was my first time, his too; I think we both wanted to savor it. I took his cock from my mouth and stroked it with my hand. I moved my body so I almost laid on the front seat. One leg was curled under me, the other extended to the passenger floor of the car. His hand was gentle and welcoming. I will always remember that part of the day, how he seemed to just let me take my time. I used both my hands to play with his cock. There was no talking between us. I never spoke, to worried that he'd tell me to stop. I took his sex back into my mouth and sucked on the thick rod. He did finally break the silence with, "I have to pull over." I chuckled and left his cock for a moment, while he pulled to the side of the road. I recognized the scenery and knew we were on the county road down from my parents. Once the car was put in park I quickly dropped my head back to his swollen member. "Oh. . . careful teeth," I heard him hiss. "Oops," I told him after releasing his cock. I placed a wet kiss on his sex and then ran my tongue up and down the stiff tool. I may not have given 'head' or was very experienced sexually, but I was knowledgeable about sex. I could tell from his groans of pleasure he was welcoming every timid touch I gave him. He continued stroking my hair and then began to rub my back. Once I had pushed his cock back into my mouth, I concentrated on him. I wasn't sure if he'd come for me this first time or not, or how I'd react. I sucked harder and felt the blood rushing through the extended vein at the front of his cock. I found the feeling of that interesting so I continued to suck and pleasure him, so I could concentrate on the sensation of rushing fluid. I heard a groan from him and I stopped sucking for a moment and listened to him. "Drive around. Don't stop. Just keep going, please don't stop." It took me a moment to make the connection and I eased his dick from my mouth again and waited. I kept my head pressed to his stomach and made ready to ease myself away from him in case the car that was coming up the road behind us pulled over to see if he needed assistance. I say 'he' because I was so far down on the seat, there was no way it looked like there was more then one person in the car. The car slowed, but drove right by. He sighed and I went back to taking his cock into my mouth. "Can you take it deeper?" he asked me. I tried. I took his sex as deep as I could, gagging slightly, but adjusted my jaw and relaxed it so I could ease the pressure on my throat. I then began bobbing my head up and down, faster and faster. The flowing blood just rushed through the veins of his sex and I could feel my own desire growing as I sucked his cock. My arousal grew as I continued to fuck him. Knowing he was enjoying what I was doing, my pussy grew slick with juice. I could feel it sliding over my sex and when I squeezed my muscles together I could feel all that warm, sticky moisture slip over my thighs. My body shifted back and forth and then I felt his hand move over my ass. I lifted my hips and he pushed a finger between my panties and my sex. His finger found my slick pussy and he pushed into it. I increased my tempo on his cock as he finger-fucked me. He brought me to orgasm and I shuddered. I wanted to bring him to orgasm too, but he wouldn't let me. I don't think he was ready to do that for me just yet. I wanted it, but I wasn't going to force the issue. He toyed with my cunt with one hand while his other grabbed the base of his cock and he asked me to let him go. I slowly eased my mouth from his cock and watched him come on the bottom of his T-shirt. I was curious about the flavor, but I didn't taste him. I abided by his wishes and he tucked the wet cotton into his pants between his briefs and his jeans. I sat up and smiled at him, then tucked myself against him, after I repaired my skirt. We made it back to my parents and gave some excuse why we were so late, yeah. . . it was a lie, but I don't think the truth would have been something they wanted to hear. A week went by and I got the nerve up to do it again. There must be something about being close to arriving at a destination, because I was giving him his second blow job right there in the car eight miles from my parents' house again! This time he came in my mouth and I was shocked. I wasn't expecting it and afterwards he admitted by the time he realized it was going to happen, it happened. I swallowed. I won't lie. My first instinct was to throw up, but then I heard his voice. He was apologizing and telling me over and over how sorry he was. I couldn't spit or throw up. He felt so bad, so I swallowed. The flavor was bitter, it wasn't my favorite taste, it still isn't, but I do swallow. Afterwards, he repaired his state of dress and he pulled into a gas station where he bought me a soda. I won't fib about this either; the soda tasted better then his come, but I still was very pleased at having pleasured him.