Your life had been crazy since the other night. Every phone call, every text, every creak of the floor made your pussy wet. You hoped, prayed, and even begged a little, that it was your intruder. You weren't even disappointed when the call was from your father, the text from a co-worker of the creak from the wind. You knew, you just knew that the next one would be me. There were so many things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to be the aggressor for once. You wanted to be in control…well, at least set the tone. You have no problem relinquishing ownership of your body to me. The other night, after I had used your throat for my own uses and left, you barely managed to make it to the sofa before your fingers roamed your body and found your erect nipples and soaking wet clit. Biting your lip didn't keep you from whimper and crying out your desire to be fucked. You lost track of how many times your knees buckled and you came, the taste of cum still residing in your thick, plump lips. That was over two days ago. You've been a mess. You're eating less, distracted at work, careless when you drive and do chores. Your mind and pussy are one, they both long for my cock. You thought about texting a friend, someone who could scratch that itch you have but you always stop before reaching out. You've had the best scratch of your life, why go to someone who can't hit the right spot? It's a Friday, you're leaving the library. You wanted to get away from your apartment, where all you can think about is having your throat fucked at your front door. You thought the library would clear your head and keep your thoughts pure. All you could imagine were the hidden nooks to be fucked in, all the people that could hear, a librarian shushing you, not knowing several inches of thick, hard cock would be buried to your cervix, jettisoning load after load of cum deep into your cunt. You sweated profusely and had to leave, gathering your items in your bag and leaving in a hurry.
Head down, walking to your car, you get there quickly, sitting and conducting yourself. You look around, it's fairly deserted. No one's at a library on a Friday evening. Your fingers slide under your dress. You take another look around and bite your lip, your fingers pushing your soaked panties to the side as you touch your exposed lips. A moan fills your car. Your fingers trace gently along your lips before they touch your hardened clit, sending a shock through your spine. Another glance and you don't care, your fingers push forth past your lips as you groan loudly, hanging your head over the steering wheel. Your fingers waste no time, sawing back and forth, fingering your tight cunt faster and faster as you desperately cling for release. Your mind races with images of my cock destroying your throat, pounding your tight pussy in the gym shower and unleashing such a large, raw, unprotected load inside you at a public bar. You feel an orgasm building deep within you. It's not the one I'd give you, but it'll do. The brazen action of masturbating in public is helping send you over the edge. Your breathing becomes shallow, soft moans and the noise of your fingers assaulting your slippery hole fill the car, the scent of your wanton sex infiltrating your nostrils. You feel it coming, your toes curl in your flats as your legs start to stiffen, you clench your eyes closed and bite your lip, hoping to stifle your moans, your fingers push deeper, your knuckle grazing your clit as you're about to let loose a primal scream…when you're jolted back to reality, a stern knocking on your driver side glass window sending your body red with embarrassment. You look left sheepishly, a wallet displaying something and a flashlight the cause of the noise. A man you can't see fully due to proximity shines his light into your driver seat…
You pull your hand from your wet clit as you feel your body turn red. You're blinded by the flashlight but don't know what to do. You take a deep breath and try and compose your clothing but the loud THUMP THUMP THUMP of the flashlight tapping your window breaks your concentration. You roll the window down and can smell the fresh air. Your car reeks of your aching pussy. The flashlight shines into your car, looking around between your legs and then over your cleavage. "Ma'am, I know what you're doing out here." You swallow hard, your fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel, your knuckles turning white. "I…I…" you try to respond but are cut off. "Turn the car off and step out of the vehicle" you're told sternly. You do as you're told and exit the car. "Faces the car and place your hands on the roof." You not your head and do so, feeling the firm hands of the cop inspect your shoulders, your arms, down your side's, your waist, each leg. Then he trails roughly between your thighs and squeezes your cunt. You groan as his hands continue upwards.
Forcibly, your breasts are mashed under the cop’s hands before you feel and hear the fabric tear from your body. You gasp as both nipples are grabbed between the rough fingers and twisted and pulled with all your assailants might. You instinctively push your ass out, rubbing your backside all across the hardened cock behind you. You know, without seeing a face, that this isn't any cop. This is your mystery man. Between quips of delight and pain, you reach behind and undo my belt buckle, freeing my hard cock from its denim prison. You push your ass out further and I release your left nipple, using my hand to push your soaked panties to the side. I slap my hard cock against your wet pussy, the noise echoing in the dark parking lot. I slap it again, grazing your clit as you whimper. You turn your head to look but I tweak your nipple hard, your hands flailing against the roof of your car, looking for anything to grab onto. One final slap emits a moan from your lips before I slide every single hard inch into your quivering hole with one hard thrust.
You bite your lip, hard. Everything happening is washing wave after wave of bliss through your body. The taboo nature of the public Fucking, the authority figure having their way with you, and the unprotected cock ravaging your cunt. Your body cannot handle the experience and you rest your face on the cold roof, your cheek bouncing along the steel with each thrust. Your knees go weak and you only keep your balance due to the impact of the thrusts of the cock invading your tight slit. Thunder breaks the quietness of the evening, a light drizzle beginning to fall. Your hair and clothes begin to get wet. You can't even count the amount of times you've cum. Your finger nails scratch the roof of your car. "Next time I'll use the handcuffs" I say sternly, right into your ear. You groan from deep within before you feel it. Another thick, heavy load of my cum painting your pussy walls. But I don't stop. My cock remains hard and you're caught off guard, each thrust smashing my cum deeper into your body. You cry out, begging for a break. Your pussy aches from my cock.
I open the backdoor of your car and pull my cock from your wanton hole. I push you roughly into the back seat, your dress hiked up, tits swaying and ass and pussy on display. A thick stream of cum slides from your pussy down the back of your leg. I push my wet cock head against your pussy lips, slowly teasing your slit with slow strokes, gently massaging your clit with my head. Your hands grab your hair and pull, trying to get a grip on yourself. You start to mumble something. "Speak up" I demand. "Puh…please." you say. "Please what?" I ask. "Please…please fuck me." you whisper. I slowly bring my cock over your clit and wet lips. "What did you say?" "Please. Please fuck me sir." you say through gritted teeth. My cock bottoms out in your cunt with your last word. You shake and cry out, not bothering to muffle your sounds anymore. The parking lot is filled with the sound of your wet pussy sucking in my engorged cock. The car shakes violently with every single thrust. "Oh god…oh Fuck…please…Oh Oh…fuck…" you moan incoherently.
I slap your ass hard and dig my fingers into your skin, leaving marks. I bury my cock deep into your hole again before I pull out, spraying a second large load over your exposed ass, pussy and thighs. You breathe heavily, legs quivering, as you collapse onto your elbows. I smack your ass again as I exit the car. "I'll let you off with a warning." I say with a slight chuckle, disappearing into the night. You’re stuck on all fours, cum coating the inside of your body and the exposed parts of your flesh. The door to your car is open. You're in public. The rain patters off the asphalt. You don't know what you're doing anymore but you can already tell you need that cock back inside you.
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