“We can’t,” you laugh nervously, looking around the empty parking lot. “What if someone pulls in?”
My hand is on your throat immediately, roughly pushing you back, pressing your back against the car. “That wasn’t a question,” I whisper, squeezing gently. “I told you to get on your knees. So. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”
I watch your lips curl slightly, almost imperceptibly, showing me that unmistakable dirty smile I’ve come to know so well. I smile back, hand still on your throat. I lean in and kiss you gently, my tongue grazing your lips, and hear the slightest moan escape as I pull away and look you in the eyes. “Why are you still standing?” I ask, my hand tightening again, pushing you down onto your knees.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, staring down at you as you unbuckle my belt and unzipping my pants. You grab my cock and slowly stroke it as you pull it out, those big, beautiful eyes still locked on mine.
“Is this what you want?” you whisper, stroking me up and down as my cock hardens in your hand.
I laugh. “No, baby,” I say, as I reach down to pull off the hair-tie holding your tight bun in place. I run my fingers through your hair as it falls over your shoulders, one hand, and then the other. “I want so much more. And you’re going to give me all of it.”
You smile playfully, still stroking, my cock completely hard. “Maybe…”
“Again,” I say, each hand firmly grabbing a handful of hair on either side of your head. “That was not a question.” I pull your mouth towards me, feeling your lips part around the head of my cock. You’re still looking up at me, blinking your eyes with that faux-innocence you pull off so well. I smile down at you just before violently thrusting towards you as I pull your hair. I feel the back of your mouth, the spot where you usually stop. But I don’t stop this time, feeling the head of my cock push deep into your throat, watching you gag and wince from the surprise. I hold you there for a brief moment, just long enough to make you wonder if I’ll ever let you go. Your hair is wrapped tightly around my hands, eyes watering as you struggle to keep them open, just the way I always tell you to.
I hear you gasp for air as I let you go, leaning back against the car, wiping the spit running down your chin and neck. “Jesus,” I hear you mutter.
I kneel down, reaching out and softly lifting your chin with a finger until our eyes meet. “Oh, baby,” I whisper sympathetically. “We haven’t even started yet.” My hand leaves your chin, immediately slapping you across the cheek as I stand up again, gripping my cock in my hand. I see a momentary flash of anger cross your face. Good.
My pants are around my ankles now. The sun has fully set on this empty parking lot. You’re on your knees against the car, mascara starting to run down your cheeks. You look up at me defiantly. I smile down at you, almost condescendingly, loving the fight you’re putting up. I take one step forward, pressing the head of my cock against your lips, your head still resting on the car door. I grab the hair at the top of your head, pushing you back and lifting your head slightly so I can see your eyes. “Look at me,” I say, immediately shoving my cock back into your mouth. Over and over I fuck your pretty little mouth, the back of your head hitting the door again and again, every time I push into your throat. I slap you again. “I said fucking look at me when you have my cock in your mouth.” You look up at me and it’s hard to tell if your eyes are watering from being choked by my cock, or if you’ve really started crying. Either works for me.
After a few minutes of using your mouth, briefly letting you up for air every few seconds, I finally step back, stroking my cock in long, slow motions as I look at you kneeling on the ground. “Stand up.”
I watch you hesitate for a moment, not sure what’s coming next. I’m done waiting. I step forward and grab your arm, feeling you resign and stand up, the look of defiance completely evaporating from your face. “I like this shirt,” I say, my hand still gripping your arm, running the back of my other hand down your neck and across the curve of your collar bone. “I’ve been watching you walk around all day in this shirt, and I’ve gotta say, the black bra under the thin white shirt is really doing it for me. Did you do that on purpose?”
You nod, eyes on the ground, never looking up. “So, you knew when you left the house today that everyone could see through your shirt?” You nod again as I pull my hand back across your collar bone, turning it over until the palm rests on your throat. “Look at me,” I say, squeezing gently. Your eyes leave the ground to look up at me, your head still hanging down in what looks like shame.
“Is that what you wanted today? For everyone to see you in that little black bra? Prancing around like a slut everywhere we went?” I hear a small sniffle, your eyes still tearing up, you nod your head again. “Say it,” I growl, pushing you against the car. “Say exactly what you wanted.”
Your voice is so small. I don’t know if it’s from the choking or the tears. “Yes, I wanted them to see me.”
“Wanted to see you what?”
“Wanted to see me dressed like a fucking slut, the kind of girl who wants to get fucked in a parking lot, the kind of girl who wants to get fucking used,” you say, talking louder and lifting your chin. There’s that defiant look again. Even with my hand around your throat you still try to fight. I love it.
I lean in and kiss you softly on the cheek, bringing my mouth to your ear and whispering. “Who the fuck do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Excuse me?” I say, pulling back from your ear, hand still resting on your throat.
“You. I belong to you. Every part of me is yours. Every hole, every curve, every dirty fucking part me is all yours.”
“Then why the fuck are you wearing this slutty little shirt?” I ask, moving my hands just below the collar. I pull suddenly, tearing through the thin fabric. I really do like this shirt, it’s a shame to ruin it, but I’ll get over it. I hear you gasp as it loudly rips apart, revealing your sheer black bra underneath. I can see your nipples are hard.
“Yesss,” you whisper, quiet enough that you think I won’t hear. My hands are on your breasts, pinching your nipples hard as I push you back onto the car, your head hitting the window as I lean in to kiss you. I reach over to the door handle and open the back door of the car, never breaking the kiss.
“Get in,” I say, finally pulling back, letting you catch your breath and find your footing. Each side of your torn shirt is draped over your breasts, falling perfectly towards your hips. You move around the open door, and then step backwards into the car, never taking your eyes off me. You sit on the back seat, your shirt parting perfectly as you lean back on your hands.
“What do you want?” You ask, starting to sound like a bit of a tease.
I step towards you, reaching down to pull off your shoes, tossing them behind me into the parking lot. “I’ll show you what I want,” I say, unbuttoning your jeans, roughly pulling them down to your ankles, making you fall back onto the seat. In one motion I pull the pants from your legs and toss them next to your shoes.
You sit up a little, briefly breaking character. “Baby, what if someone comes? They’re going to see everything,” you say, looking at your clothes piled several feet away.
My hand is on your pussy, rubbing you through your panties, feeling you starting to soak through the fabric. I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. “Well, then you better put on a good show for them,” I say, pulling your thong to the side and sliding my two middle fingers inside you, curling my fingers towards the sky, just holding it there. You throw your head back in surprise, letting out a loud moan.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” you say, trying to move your hips against my hand. I refuse to move, pushing upwards, almost grabbing your pelvic bone. “Jesus fucking christ,” I hear you say as you shake your head in disbelief.
“You wanted them to see you, didn’t you?” I ask, flicking the tips of my fingers quickly, feeling you tighten around me. “So, if someone comes, I expect you to put on a good show for them. Do you understand?”
You nod your head emphatically, still bucking your hips against my hand. Without warning I pull my fingers out of you, slapping you quickly on the cheek. I grab your face in my hand, turning your head to look at me, my wet fingers sliding against your cheek, almost on your lips. “Say it.”
“I’ll put on a show for them, baby. I’ll let them watch every minute of it. It’s exactly what I fucking want,” you say, desperate to have my fingers back inside you. My hands slides down your cheek, across your lips, and down your neck, leaving a trail of your cum the entire way.
I can’t take it anymore. I pull off your panties and run my cock down your slit. “I thought so,” I say, pushing just the head of my cock inside you. In and out, just the head, teasing you until I feel you start dripping onto the seat below.
“Please,” you whisper, looking up at me with those innocent eyes.
My hand is at your throat again, the tip of my cock still pushing in and out at a steady pace. “I said you’re going to give me everything I want, isn’t that right?”
You nod, eyes wide as my hand tightens.
“And what I want, baby,” I say, speeding up and pushing deeper and deeper inside you until I’m pounding into you, “is for you to cum for me.”
My hand is tight on your throat, your eyes rolled back, your legs up in the air, spread wide for me. Over and over I push into you, all I can hear are the passing cars and the unmistakable sound of someone getting fucked like an animal. “Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me? Now.”
I squeeze even tighter on your throat, watching your face get red, barely able to hear you saying “yesssss, please make me cum for you”. I feel you tighten around my cock, your hips lifting off the seat, forcing the head of my cock to run against that spot you love so much. I let go of your throat as the orgasm washes over you, watching you gasp for breath. I pull out of you, reaching down to pull up my pants, buckling my belt as you lay there. Your shirt is ripped open, your legs still spread, your body shaking.
I take a few steps and grab your clothes from the ground, casually tossing them to you. “Get dressed and get in the car.”
“But you didn’t cum,” I hear you say, finally catching your breath.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” I reply, walking around to the driver’s side door, getting in and starting the engine.
(To be continued… Maybe)
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