[MF] [BDSM] Right time, right parking place

It was definitely luck.

Looking back over the chat, I wasn’t really on my game. I asked polite questions, or at least polite for the world I lurk in. Questions about harnesses and tying up wrists and the last time she got laid.

Casual sex-positive conversation.

And then Monday night, it wasn’t even her that set me off.

It was a young woman in a bar, drunk, and working her inner slut. Daisy Duke shorts and a low-cut top, clinging to the edge of the bar and dipping her ass down to the ground, making every cock in the bar throb.

Her every motion was of a woman that needed to be fucked, and she knew she was going to be.

It was intoxicating to watch, even after her boyfriend showed up. Her hands constantly flowed over his ass and crotch. My friend and I kept waiting for her to drag him to a bathroom or outside, or in a drunken horny haze to just pull that cock out in front of us.

I could feel my own desire to fuck broiling inside of me. So I started texting her. Letting her know about how this horny girl is trying to fuck her boyfriend in front of me, and how it’s making me want to fuck her this very moment. That if she gave me an address, “I’d drive over, tear your clothes off, tie you up, toss you around and fuck you hard until you’re a cum-covered mess.”

Women are fascinating. Some are little nymphos, horny all the time. And some are like sexual slow-cookers, letting it build and build until they need to burst.

And I was lucky.

Her tits were absolute perfection, the kind that threaten to win a battle against a double-D bra on a daily basis. And those tits were attracting message after message from would-be suitors. I just had the right words at the right time. Something about an offer of rough sex in a van appealed to her. And she told me to pick the night and the place to meet.

I didn’t want to chance it. I picked the very next night at a mall near my house. Public and open late enough to be safe, and close enough for me to just shrug it off if it was a catfish.

She messaged me when she left her house, and again when she got there, earlier than planned. I teased her for being eager and sent an ETA. She sent a pic of where she was sitting.

Lucky me.

She was wearing what I requested: thigh highs, a skirt, a tank top and a corset. She added a thin lace choker and some impressively tall heels, but was still a good six inches shorter than me. Most of her outfit was covered with a thick jacket, and she had a medium purse on her.

I gave her a hug and a squeeze on her ass. To passerbyes, we were old friends.

I would have been fine chatting there in public until I was sure she was comfortable, but she was eager to get into my van. I walked her there, opened the door, and briefly started to chat for a bit. She was nothing but confidence and calm. She wanted it. Her logic was she was the right age to experiment, to be wild. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close for a kiss, then drove.

Car sex is tricky. You need somewhere that’s quiet, secluded and dark. Country roads are good. And industrial areas. But both are risky to park in because the police can spot a single car parked alone.

Never park next to a school. Parks are a maybe. But my preference is a suburb, especially if you can find a burnt-out lamp or a house for sale. Dark and quiet. And don’t forget to crack the windows and turn off the dome light.
She was a limber 20-something and had no problem scaling over the center console. I needed to step out and use the back door.

I started with kissing and pulling her tits out, licking and biting at her nipples. My hand was quick to pull her panties to the side, feeling her wet and ready cunt. Her clit was hard, and she was already breathing faster. I complimented her on what a good slut she was, and started to give her neck a squeeze. Testing her limits, seeing where she could say no.

I reminder her of the safe words, and she made it clear she understood. So I squeeze her neck harder, and with my other hand felt her pussy squeeze back against me.

She was gorgeous. A firm round ass, pretty face, small waist and perfect tits. I made her lick her pussy juice off of my fingers, and didn’t catch a hint of a gag.

I needed to feel her on my cock.

I pulled off my jeans, cursing myself for wearing jeans during car sex. I grabbed her by her hair and jerked her down to my crotch. She didn’t hesitate, opening her mouth to show me what a good cocksucker she was.
I made her take it all the way to the root. It had been a while since I had a fucktoy capable of that. I’m not a freakish long cock, but the girth makes it uncomfortable for most playmates I’ve been with. She was so good, I was torn between laying back and enjoying it, or grabbing her pretty little slut head and skull-fucking her.
She could have made me cum. But this was foreplay, so I grabbed her by the hair and neck, and made her into a nonhuman sextoy. I told her that this was what she was made for, a good little fucktoy.

I could feel the drool drip down to my balls. I could have dropped a load straight down her throat then, but I held back. I pulled her face off of me, and made her sit with her ass in the air. She knew that I was going to be inside that cunt, and she started to reach for her purse. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but I slipped a condom on. When she saw that, she put the purse down and thanked me. I realized she was also going for a condom, which was good. But I used the moment to be cruel to her, telling her I didn’t give her permission to do that. I pushed her face into the seat, and started giving her ass some slaps.

Sliding into her pussy was a dream. She was tight but wet, clearly knew how to handle a cock. I went at her, alternating between pushing her face into the seat and pulling her hair up. When her face wasn’t full of leather, my hand was tight around her neck. And when she was face-down, I was spanking her ass red.

The only problem was while I was enjoying it, the physical limitations of car sex were getting to me. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to cum just from half-thrusting my thighs.
That’s when she started begging for her purse… for her toys.

We started with her dildo. It was impressively thick, purple, and with a nice spiral ridge. And it filled me with a delicious cruelty.

I started slow at first, even coating it in some lube. I noticed that she couldn’t quiet take the entire length of it, each thrust came up about an inch short. But as I started to pump her harder and faster, she didn’t flinch. She moaned, more and more. She was a perfect little fucktoy.

I pulled her around by the corset, then choked her with one hand while pumping her dildo with the other. She squirmed and squealed. Each push went deeper and deeper. She started taking it fully on each thrust. I pushed her, harder and harder, until she finally begged for a “Yellow,” slowing it down. I could see the softest of shakes forming on thighs.

I started asking her if she wanted to cum.

“Only if you let me, Sir.”

On cue, she let it out.

As she started to cool down, I asked if she wanted more. She nodded.

Her calling me Sir got me close to cumming. I made her sit and shoved my cock back in her mouth. When she got me fully spit-covered, I pulled back and started to slide my cock between her tits. I asked her if she wanted me to cum for her.

“Yes Sir.”

I unloaded on her tits, face and hair.

We could have stopped then. But already she was one of the best fucktoys I’ve had, and I wanted to see what else she had.

She put on her harness, which was the first thing I asked her about in texts. We had to see how I could throw her around with that on. We did some more dildo play, and I made her cum again by eating out her pussy. Finally, we switched over to her bullet vibrator. I made her use it on herself, watching her cum two more times.

She was shaking uncontrollably. I pulled her close and held her for a bit, talking softly. Eventually she started to pull on her back-up clothes, a pair of jeans and her tank top. Watching her wriggle back into the clothes, I got hard again. I just smiled as she noticed it, then pulled her down again. She smiled back, then started to work on my cock again.

It was boiling hot inside of the van now. The windows were fogged and beading with condensation. I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to be able to cum again, so I stopped teasing her mouth. I let her sit up, but I couldn’t stop stroking myself. So I started to grope her tits as I jerked off, caressing her as she started to beg me to cum again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7gzlvy/mf_bdsm_right_time_right_parking_place