As a grad student, it’s hard to make new friends. One day in the fall, when I was really feeling the need to be intimate again, I met this really cute girl. She was wearing a nice pair of jeans that outlined a generous amount of hip and thigh. She had long black hair and lips like they were made of fruit. Before long, we became good friends. Then, we started having sex occasionally, going out for dinner and stuff. After two months or so of hooking up, she met a guy and she kind of seemed to really like him. So that was the end of that I thought.
A week or so went by and we met up to catch up. We were enjoying ourselves again, casually flirting and being touchy; that’s just how we were. I asked if she wanted to come over to my place to hang out, and she reminded me she had family plans. With a bit of cute coyness, I asked if she wouldn’t mind driving me home on her way there. She agreed so long that I was the one driving.
Now I’ve never actually enjoyed car sex. On the other hand, I’m also a bit of a shit disturber. At the back of my head, it was my goal to make this girl go crazy one more time, regardless of this new guy she’s seeing. I didn’t even want to go back fucking her again, I just had that primal, stupid, territorial feeling men have for no practical reason.
In the car, we had no music playing. All while I was driving, we were just chatting and joking around. We laughed hard at one point and I touched her leg playfully. I kept my hand there. We continued talking and giggling, and I began to rub her thigh with the same hand. She was smiling. She didn’t shift away.
I had my hands in her inner thigh, rubbing my palm up and down her leg. She was relaxing as we got on the highway. Her eyes were lowering, and her smile hinted of that signature naughty look girls have. My pinkie finger rubbed on her crotch slightly, her yoga pants revealing all too much. In my periphery, I can see her eyes were closing while her smile maintained. She sighed as I used my ring finger to rub on the outer lip of her bulging vagina. Her hand reached for my cock which was stiff under my jeans. As she tried to move her hands over my hard-on with any sense of coordination, I grazed her puffy pussy with my knuckles. She shuddered and her legs moved and spread. Her head leaned back. With my index and middle fingers, I rubbed the outside of both of her pussy lips until my palm would tease the top of her clit. The highway was calm, but the sounds of machinery and noise around us heightened our passion. From the top of her clit, I caressed her down the middle with my finger, very slowly. When I reached the bottom where her hole was, I felt a wetness and warmth. She let out a sigh, tensed and raised her hips, and touched her knees together so that my finger was locked between her thighs. I repeated this up and down motion slowly for a few minutes as she bit her lip, squirmed, kissed her teeth… I loved how her eyebrows moved and expressed her feelings.
We reached a red light. We looked at each other, and her eyes were eager for something to happen. In the quiet road, I told her firmly, “I want that carseat to be soaked by the time we get there.” She bit her lip and smiled, but didn’t say anything. We continued staring at each other waiting for the light to change as I rubbed my knuckle over her whole pussy, slightly digging deeper this time. She moaned much louder and her hand resting on my jeans suddenly woke up and groped me tightly. I teased her wet pants one more time before I reached behind the fabric, stretching her yoga pants. I felt her small bush which lead me to her clit, swollen and wet with excitement. Oh it was so wet. I decided to graze over it with my full palm, which drove her so wild, she grabbed the arm rest beside her. My middle finger reached a pool of her wetness, while my palm rested on her clit. I played with her hole. “Yes please she said.” She pulled her yoga pants down slightly to allow more freedom.
We rolled into my neighbourhood and at this point she had her feet on the dashboard. I slowly slipped in a finger and felt her convulse and tighten around my finger. Her muscles were all waking up. I fucked her with my finger slowly. She got even more wet, and we could hear her sloppy wetness with every movement I make with my fingers. She was staring right at me with those begging eyes as i fingered her. I slipped in a second finger. We circled the block a few times and she moaned and buckled with my two fingers challenging her vagina walls. She was looking completely helpless.
I slapped her pussy a few times to tell her she’s being a good girl and she responded with “mhmm, yes.” I slipped my fingers out and with my two fingers completely drenched, I pushed it inside her mouth. She leaned her head back to open up her throat wider and she gagged on my fingers. I could see her vagina exposed, red and swollen. I took my fingers out and slapped her face hard. She loved it being hurt like that. With the same fingers I circled her clit this time as she buckles her legs on the dashboard. We’re almost there at this point. I ask her “you’re my little fuck toy aren’t you?” She nods violently but she continues to bite her lip, squirming on the carseat. I continue as her clit swells and reacts to it all. She moans louder and louder as I maintain my movements. Finally, she crosses her legs on the dashboard as it buckles. She’s loud with her moans and she begins to grab her own tits. “Yes! Yes!” I speed through the streets and she comes on my fingers. Her eyes are closed shut, her hands out in an awkward position, and her voice is sharp and desperate when she yells out. I don’t stop on her clit, but her vagina walls were pulsing out and in so I fingered her aggressively a few times just to get a reaction.
I park across the street from my house while I continue circling her clit, watching her squirm and grab at my arm. She’s looking at me with pleading eyes. I can tell she’s eager for more fucking. Instead, I lift my hand from her pussy, and I grab her face. She looks up with pleading, droopy eyes, and her mouth wide open, almost drooling. She’s panting like a bitch. Her cheeks get wet from my fingers. I shove her face aside, unbuckle my seatbelt, wipe the cum on my fingers with my jeans, grab my bag, and without looking at her, I leave the car. I got inside my house and poured myself a glass of water. When I walked upstairs I saw from my window that she hasn’t left yet. Since then I haven’t really thought much of her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12i6lgj/made_sure_she_knew_she_was_still_just_a_fucktoy
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