Fucking in a Dark Parking Lot [FM]

This is what happens when you don’t have many friends: you gossip about your previous sex experiences to the internet instead. :P

It was totally spur of the moment–my boyfriend and I were driving to his house at a late hour, a stretch of road between my house and his that we had driven a hundred times before. I was wearing a green sleeveless dress I never wore in public but often wore at home, figuring I wasn’t going anywhere that would make me regret bare shoulders and bare legs in the cold night air. We chatted here and there as the time passed.

And then he turned the steering wheel.

We curved suddenly to the left and pulled into a darkened lot surrounded by small sports fields. Some short trees lined one side and a low cement wall bordered another. The car slowed to a halt, and before I could even get the words out to ask what we were doing there, he was giving me that look. That dark, hungry look that tells me I had better show him my body soon or else.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him, pressing his lips onto mine. We made out furiously, pulling at each other, grasping at shoulders and barely coming up for air. When he pulled away, I thought maybe that was it, that he had just brought me here to make me nervous and after a little tease he was done, but then he reached for his door handle, eyes fixed on mine. I barely had the chance to start protesting, “No, no we can’t just–”

But he was already out of the car and crossing to my door. He ripped it open and pulled at my arm, but I hesitated; what if someone was out for an evening stroll?

Too slow. His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked, and my lips parted in a sharp, excited breath at the jolt of pain. He forced me to half-climb, half-fall out of the car. I had barely begun to regain my footing before he was kissing me again. He walked into me, forcing me to walk backward until he could shove me against the cement wall. I slid my hands under his shirt and dug my nails into his back as he sucked along my neck and started to run his hands up along my chest. 

“Mm… your tits are already hard…” his whisper in my ear was accompanied by a light pinch to one of my nipples under my clothes–I hadn’t bothered to wear a bra for this “short” trip. I whimpered and squirmed a little under his touch, already feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. Oh, I wanted him…

“You like that?” he breathed against my ear. “Naughty girl…” He moved his hands lower, playing with the hem of my dress, threatening to lift it higher. I got nervous and shied away, forgetting myself and pushing at his hand to make him let go. Immediately his hand went to my neck and squeezed. I felt my heart race faster as I was brought to a slight panic at the thought of losing air, but just as quickly he released my neck and cupped my face, using his thumb to push roughly at my lips. “You think you can make me stop? Huh?” He shoved his other hand up my dress and pushed right between my legs, rubbing suddenly and hard at my clit with just the thin layer of my underwear blocking his way. My head fell back against the wall and I moaned; I found myself pushing up against the hand between my legs without even thinking of it. “That’s it…” he whispered. “Fucking whore.” The hand at my face went to join the other under my dress, and he tugged my underwear down to let it fall around my ankles.

Just as he was about to put his hand back under my dress–just as I was perfectly ready to let him–I heard a noise. Someone was nearby, moving closer. That’s all it took to snap me back to my usual controlled, sensible self: “Okay, nope, nope, nope, time to go…” I said, pausing only to pick up my discarded underwear as I practically ran back to the car amidst his attempts to assure me everything was fine. When both of us were inside, I looked around to see if anyone had come closer, but it looked like we were all clear. He started up the car, and I felt a mix of relief and disappointment at the thought of continuing on to his house.

Except all he did was move to a different corner of the parking lot, a bit closer to the trees. I was pulled out once again into the cold night, and this time he led me into the trees and pushed me down. I cried out slightly as my knees hit the ground, staring up at him as he loomed over me. My quick, short breaths made it impossible to hide my excitement as I reached out to rub at the obvious bulge that was so perfectly level with my face. His sigh of pleasure made me scoot closer, pressing my mouth against it and along his zipper. I looked up at him again. “Go on…” he urged me. I undid his pants and pulled down his underwear just enough to pull out his hard cock, flicking my tongue lightly across the tip. “Good girl,” he breathed. He curled his fingers in my hair as my tongue continued on its path, moving along the shaft as my hand came up to cup his balls. I moved back up to wrap my lips around his tip, slowly taking more of him into my mouth with every noise he made. He pulled at my hair, making me release him with a soft cry of disappointment. He stared down at me and asked, “You like my hard cock? You want it?”

“Yes… yes… mmm please…” I opened my mouth more and struggled against his pulling, watching him hungrily as he stroked it just inches from my face. My hands played against his pelvis and back down between his legs.

“Then take it, slut.” He grasped my head firmly with both hands and thrust forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat. We both began to moan as he kept thrusting, fast and hard, his cock filling my mouth and stretching my lips as I felt it get even harder.  At that moment, a fleet of soccer moms pushing baby carriages could have walked by and I would have just sucked him off even harder. I had only one thought: I wanted his cum. I wanted to feel him spasm as I swallowed every last drop.

He had other plans. Just as I thought he was going to go over the edge, he pulled away. He grabbed a fistful of my dress and pulled me upward, then marched me over to his car, promptly tossing me onto its hood. “Open your legs,” he ordered. I obeyed without question, spreading them wide as he positioned himself between them. I lifted my dress, exposing myself from the waist down. He pulled me closer to him but didn’t move further; he just stood there, stroking himself and looking down at me. I squirmed and reached for him, but he backed away. “Beg for it,” he demanded.

“Please… oh god please fuck me.” I reached down and rubbed my clit, putting on a show for him in hopes of a reward.

“Spread your pussy for me,” he whispered, jerking himself faster and harder.

“Yes… mmm… please, god, I need your cock.”

He gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the car’s hood, and then, after a couple of teasing dips with just the tip, he finally slid inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, my hands spasming uncontrollably along the metal of the car as he began to pound it into me, over and over, both of us gasping. I couldn’t keep my eyes from closing as my back arched, pushing my chest into the air. He took the opportunity to plunge a hand down my dress and grope roughly at bare breasts, flicking his thumb against my nipples as he kept hitting that sweet spot deep inside me, the familiar pressure building until I was shaking and close…

Insanely, inexplicably, he pulled out and didn’t slide back in. “No, don’t stop!” I whined, but he ignored me. I needn’t have worried, though. All he wanted was a slight change of scenery. He took my hand and led me around to the side of the car, opening the door and climbing in before putting the seat all the way back. He gripped the base of his dick so it stood straight up, waiting for me. I climbed in after him, not bothering to close the door as I  ignored the somewhat awkward fit and straddled him. With a sigh of pleasure, I easily slid over his shaft, turned on all over again at feeling how slick he had made me. Now it was his turn to tilt his head back and close his eyes, at which point I bounced hard on his cock, crying out as the angle brought it even deeper inside me.  I kept rocking my hips against him, reveling in his touch as his hands played over my hips and back. It became increasingly difficult to keep quiet as I was brought once again to the edge, but this time he was right there with me. “Oh, I’m close baby,” he murmered. I moved faster and he began to thrust upwards to meet me.

“I want your cum,” I gasped. “Please, I want it inside me…” I could barely get the words out at this point.

“Come for me baby…” I could tell from his strained whisper he was almost there… “That’s it, yes, yes…” I felt his body spasm as he gave one final thrust, exploding inside me. I wasn’t quite there yet so I continued to ride him as he contorted and dug his nails into my skin. Watching his face and feeling his cum was the final straw, and I threw my head back as I came hard, clutching at his shoulders. We both stayed like that for a few minutes before I stood on wobbly legs. He walked around to get back into the driver’s side, and we both climbed in to our respective seats. Without a word, he started up the car.

I rode the rest of the way to his house with his cum slowly soaking into my underwear.

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