Lasting Scars (MF Bondage, Public)

There’s a guy I used to see on a casual basis. It’s been like 8 years now, maybe? One of my favorite sexual encounters with him involves his Jeep, zip ties, a public settling- and almost getting caught- as well as a scar that I still have to this day.

So, this dude and I fucked around over the course of about 6 months. I’d leave work on my break to give and receive head in random parking lots, parks, down by the river. Stuff like that. I legit only had a half an hour to “enjoy myself” but fuck, was it ever exhilarating and liberating- to say the least. He mostly made me his submissive, but I did really enjoy switching up on him and making him my bitch out of the blue, so, there’s also that.?

My favorite encounter was one day after work when we went down to the river in his Jeep and parked right up to the water. We had this instant lust for each other whenever we were together so he was already hard and throbbing, and I was already wet and dripping. Soaking my panties right through my pants.

The thoughts of encounters that most might consider taboo have always intrigued me. Being in the open, the daytime, the zip ties that I knew he kept in the back of his Jeep. I was a goner. I was so fucking ready.

He laid his back seats down and I couldn’t get back there fast enough. I laid down on my back, and he started kissing me deeply. Running his hands up and down my body. Exposing my breasts and my pussy. Tangling his hands in my hair. I begged him to please fuck my mouth. Grasp my throat with his hand. To choke me with his hard dick; make me gag and gasp for air between his thrusts deep down into my throat. He couldn’t be more happy to oblige.

I remember how I loved that he could just cum over and over with hardly any down time, so I never had to tease and pause unless I desired to do so. I do enjoy a good tease, after all. Making them long and yearn for more. Makes me fucking wet as I even type this out.

This particular session, I gave the orders.

Once he came as his dick was fully filling my throat, I shoved him off of me and turned over- face down, ass up. I ordered him to zip tie my hands behind my back and zip tie my ankles together. I ordered that they be tight enough to leave marks. I’ve got a thing for that.

He reluctantly agreed. He was always so gentle with me, yet so rough and forceful in all the right ways. Definitely more of a Daddy.

Then I ordered him to just shove his dick in me. Rip off my pants, pull my panties to the side and just fuck me. No more foreplay. No slight penetration to work my tight pussy up to the invasion of his thick cock. I wanted to feel every ounce of that pleasurable pain. I knew I was soaking wet already and my pussy was so ready to be filled. And then without warning, he did what I demanded.

That tinge of pain, the sounds of his thrusts going in and out of me. I couldn’t control my tiny whimpers which turned into loud moans. It was something like two minutes of straight pounding and I orgasmed and squirted all over him. Dick, balls, thighs. It was so fucking sexy and so quick. He immeditatly attended to cleaning me with his mouth. My ass, my pussy, my thighs. I began to shake letting out more labored moans and orgasming right into his greedy mouth.

We continued to fool around and fuck. He pounded my pussy, my ass, and pussy some more. Teasing each other back and forth. Switching positions. I’m still zip tied this whole time. I’m starting to lose feeling in my hands and loving every minute as they dig into my wrists.

By this time, we notice that it is starting to get dark. Just as we decide we should probably get dressed and cut me out of the ties with his pocket knife, we see car lights pulling down the dirt lane behind where we are parked. There wasn’t a car in sight until now. And I’m sure everyone knows what Crown Vic headlights look like, right? Traditional cop cars?

We both exclaimed, “Fuck.”

He went to grab his pocket knife to cut me out of the ties and have no problem with the ankles. The problem came when he went to cut the ties off of my wrists. Due to the length of time that they were on, they had begun slightly leaving impressions in my wrists making it difficult to slide the knife underneath. I told him in an exasperated voice to just go ahead and do what he needed to do to slice them off.

This poor guy ends up slicing a small section of my hand in the process and it was probably something that needed stitches in hindsight. He apologized profusely and gave me a rag to hold on the cut. But honestly, I loved every minute of it. We both scramble to get dressed and make ourselves presentable.

Come to find out, it was in fact a Crown Vic, but not a cop. The crisis was averted and we had one hell of a time. To this day, I still have a tiny faint scar to remember it by. We are no longer in contact and it’s probably for the best. Responsibilities and all. ?

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