A Carpark Face-fuck

Jason was the first man I met from Tinder. On our first meeting, I had gone to his room late on a stormy night in lingerie and a coat, and ended up snuggling and chatting for two hours. It was a lovely first Tinder experience.

We had been texting for about two weeks and there was a lot of built up sexual tension, but finding a suitable time and venue for the evening of play we both wanted was proving difficult. He travelled a lot for work, and was infuriatingly hard to pin down.

On this particular evening, I had given up on trying to make arrangements, and gone to meet some friends for dinner in the city instead. It was a last minute decision, and I arrived late, dressed in a patterned pencil skirt, heels, and black blouse that showed off all my curves nicely. I joined my friends, and enjoyed the meal, as well as a little lighthearted flirting with the friend they had brought along.

After dinner, we all headed down the road to meet another friend for some drinks. I was already pleasantly buzzed from the wine I’d had at dinner and I was feeling relaxed and ready to enjoy myself. I’d just ordered another drink when I received the text. “I’m free for an hour. Where are you?”

“I gave up on you this evening. I’m out with friends now!” I text back. As I said, the man was unreliable.

“I’m going to pick you up, fuck your face, and drop you back to your friends like the whore you are.”

I was instantly aroused; my panties were getting damper by the second. We arranged a meeting place, and I settled back with my wine, my nipples tingling pleasantly in anticipation.

About 15 minutes later I received the message. “Where is my little slut?”

“I’m just popping out for half an hour,” I told my friends. “I’ll be back!”

I got into Jason’s car and we immediately started making out. “You’re parked in a bus stop, we had better go,” I said, reluctantly pulling away. My panties were now soaked.

We drove a little way along the waterfront before pulling into an empty carpark next to the train tracks. It was on a main road, but fairly quiet late on a Thursday night, despite our proximity to the city. Jason had had his fingers in my panties since I got in the car and I was dripping (I think I’ve told you before that I get VERY wet).

“Come here, slut, I’m going to fuck your face while I spank you,” Jason ordered. I wriggled out of my seat and leaned over the console, my ass in the air facing the train tracks outside the passenger window.

I took Jason’s hard cock in my mouth as he aggressively hitched up my tight skirt and pulled my g-string to the side. I started licking and sucking his shaft, slowly to start with, while he took a handful of my hair with one hand and started fingering my asshole with the other.

Now, I LOVE giving head, it really gets me going; I was insanely turned on by this point, moaning loudly and panting in anticipation of the spanking I knew I was about to receive. Jason was taking control now, roughly pulling my hair as he forced my head up and down, his cock sliding and out of my throat as I gagged. I’d pull back every now and then for a break to catch my breath and spit on his dick between moans. I was getting desperate now. “Spank me!” I begged, before my Jason’s cock was once more forced into my throat.

“Mmm, does my little slut want her reward?” Jason finally said.

“Please, Sir!” I moaned desperately, shuddering in anticipation.

“Well, you have been a very good slut so far,” he replied, a little breathless himself, as he again thrust balls-deep into my wet mouth.

I nearly came on the first, stinging slap. I felt my nipples harden and pussy clench, and I had to briefly pull away from Jason’s lap as I let out a loud moan. “Did I tell you to stop, slut?” he barked, the tension in his voice becoming more obvious. I could tell he was getting close, as was I.

He spanked me harder, briefly pausing every now and then to rub my clit or slip a finger in my asshole, nearly pushing me over the edge each time. He fucked my face faster and faster; I was gagging but loving it. “I’m gonna cum!” he groaned, finally releasing his load into my throat, causing me to violently orgasm in response, my whole body shuddering as I lapped up every last drop of his cum.

“Wow,” he sighed, leaning back as I came up for a kiss. “I think you just made those train drivers night!”

“And yours, I hope,” I smirked. “Now take me back to my friends.”

“Where the hell have you been?” they wanted to know, when I arrived back at the bar panties still damp and a little grin on my face.

“Oh, I just had to do something…” I replied vaguely, before taking a sip from my now warm glass of wine, left sitting on the table half an hour earlier. “So, where shall we head to next?”

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