In December, after Christmas, my boyfriend flew to Los Angeles to meet my family/friends and visit me. He lives on the east coast, and though we met up 3 times prior, this would be his first time meeting those close to me. We stayed at my parents’ house the first and last night, and at AirBnbs the other nights. I took some time off work and picked him up at the LAX, and immediately we felt those sparks and butterflies again. It was so nice just to touch him, to kiss him, to breathe him in…he looked so handsome. Height and weight never mattered to me, but he’s tall and slim, with an angular jaw. Despite being half-Arab, he has long, wavy ash-blonde hair and light blue eyes (his Irish half is strong, I guess). He is sexy as *fuck* and I wanted to ride him right there in the airport. 😅 We head back to my car and immediately start making out. He’s already hard for me.
It’s late at night, so even though I’m driving up the 5, there aren’t that many cars. I had a coffee ready for my boyfriend in the car, so he’s wide awake, despite the long flight from the east coast. One hand on the wheel and speeding at 85 in my Corolla, I make sure I can still drive safely while I snake my hand underneath his jeans and start stroking his desperate cock. He moans approvingly, resting his hand on my thigh and squeezing every so often.
My family lives in a rural corner of Northeastern LA county, in the uppermost region of the Angeles National Forest. Right by their house, there are miles and miles of backroads which you can take deep into the forest, where no cars or trucks can be found late at night. I often used to record my audios along such roads. I drive my boyfriend off the beaten path, and he smiles, knowing what’s coming. We take the windy roads as fast as I can manage while still driving safely, until we finally find a secluded, dim grove to park in. Once we do, I switch off my car, and we hop into the backseat.
My boyfriend and I are both tall people, and my Corolla is cramped, but we don’t really care. He sits back and I straddle his lap, pulling my shirt overhead and pushing his lips against my plush cleavage. He eagerly starts to suck and kiss my tits, giving my nipples special attention, as they’re incredibly sensitive. I slip out of my work pants, now just in my bra and lacy green panties. Green is his favorite color, and it goes nicely with my natural red hair and pale skin. I made sure to wear green panties just for him. He grabs my firm, full ass and squeezes it while I nibble and suck and bite his neck, relishing in his gorgeous moans.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask breathily. “Do you want me to be sweet? Or a little mean?”
He grins. “A little mean sounds good.”
I pull his hair sharply, and a moan tears out of his throat. “Good boy…,” I murmur, still licking and kissing his neck. He’s whimpering and is so, so hard, having been edged for over an hour on the drive. He needs to cum.
I tear off his belt and pull his jeans down, revealing his flushed, thick, impressive cock, which is already leaking precum and desperate for my touch. I wanted to take him into my mouth, but we didn’t have the room. Instead, I sat beside him and he leaned forward, fondling and squeezing and sucking my pale, rosy tits while I jerked his cock with both hands and caressed his heavy sack.
“Oh God! Nhhh…” He was so close already. I knew I needed to up the ante with some dirty talk- the kind he loved- to give him the release he craved.
“Such a good fucking boy…such a good fucking *slut*, letting yourself be jerked off in public.” I never really liked namecalling before, but seeing how much my boyfriend enjoyed being told he was such a good whore, and how hard he came afterwards, really conditioned me.
“Nnh…yeah! Yeah…”
“Do you want to cum for me, sweetie? Do you want to cum all over your Mistress’ hands like a needy little whore while she jerks you off in her car? Do you want to unload out in the open like this, where anyone could see you?”
He couldn’t stop moaning, bucking his hips into my hand, a desperate plea for me to keep going. He bit his lip, his whimpers contrasting deliciously against his gruff, deep voice.
“Yeah? What do good boys say?”
“Please! Please, Mistress, nhh…”
I kissed his neck again. “Suuuch a good boy…please, what?”
“Please, nhh, let me cum!”
I pulled his hair again, kissing him deeply. He was right on the edge, his rapid breathing betraying his desperation.
“I want you to moan *really* loudly for me. Don’t hold back,” I commanded before stroking faster. “Cum for me. Cum for me!”
“Oh God, nghhh!” Not even a second later, he cried out, his cum jetting out in hot, thick ropes all over my hand. I kept stroking, kissing his neck and murmuring what a good boy, what a good little pervert, he was for me. His hips kept bucking, pulse after pulse of his pearly jizz plastering my hands, his balls seizing as they churned every drop out.
“Mmm,” I moaned, licking up his seed, letting him watch it dangle from my tongue and over my tits. “Suuuuch a good boy…” He kissed me hungrily, still trembling and groaning from the intensity of his release.
We cleaned up with some wipes, got dressed, fixed up our hair, and drove back home to meet my parents. I felt bad that they had waited up for us to finally meet my boyfriend in person…but I didn’t regret my detour at all.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12vk5v3/fm_i_dominated_my_ldr_boyfriend_both_late_20s_in
Goddamn that sounds so intense, passionate and kinky! I love it