I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of in my life, but somehow I don’t feel nearly as guilty as I should for this one.
My dad was really ill and I was taking care of him which was taking a toll on me at the time, I dumped my boyfriend for his lack of support and I had no idea what the future held. I was in a bad space. This all resulted in me developing a reckless coping strategy of trying to fuck anyone or just smoking weed constantly.
I downloaded tinder and scrolled hopelessly, until I matched with a good looking Turkish man who went by the name of Thomas. We got chatting and I pretended my life wasn’t falling apart. Eventually he was transparent enough to tell me he actually had a wife who was overseas at the moment and he got so horny when he was alone he didn’t know what to do with himself. I don’t know why I didn’t ghost him right then.
He asked to take me for drinks and I agreed, knowing exactly where it would lead to in the back of my mind.
He picked me up in his fancy car and we drove to a nearby restaurant. A few drinks later, we hadn’t really discussed anything of a sexual nature, in fact it had been mostly boring small talk even though we both knew what we really wanted. I couldn’t read him. He told me his name wasn’t really Thomas. He told me a bit about his wife and culture and to my shame I felt a familiar wetness in my panties at the mention of her. After he settled the bill, we walked to the car in a sexually charged silence.
I climbed into the passenger seat and the next thing I knew he gently reached across to caress my jaw and slowly push his tongue into my mouth. My pussy started throbbing as the kiss deepened and I anticipated his touch. I moved my hand down and stroked his hard cock through his jeans. He started the car and drove to a more secluded part of the parking lot, I couldn’t get his pants off him fast enough before my lips were around him and I was sucking the tip of his cock before moving down and taking him further into my throat. He started sliding his hand down the back of my already too tight jeans until I could feel his fingers against my asshole. I was soaking wet and gagging on him, with spit all over his dick and my face. There were security guards that started looking suspicious of us and coming closer so we knew we’d have to find somewhere else.
He started driving and desperately looking for somewhere to park, but I couldn’t take my hands off him. I kept stroking his cock and nibbling on his ear lobe and telling him how bad I wanted him to fuck me. I could see him going crazy. I took my jeans off as he drove and opened my legs, he reached over and put his fingers inside my pussy, he then stroked himself and told me he wanted to put the wetness of my pussy on his cock while he drove. Eventually we found a cul-de-sac in a somewhat quiet neighbourhood where he pulled over on the side of the road.
He climbed into the backseat with his pants down and I followed, he pulled my panties off and I climbed on top of him and slid down onto his cock. I started riding him in the backseat and my tits were bouncing wildly in his face. He started grunting and moaning which made me so fucking horny. Within two minutes he pushed me off him and started cumming all over the seat. I couldn’t help but smile while he kept insisting that had absolutely never happened to him before and he hasn’t cum so quickly since he was 12.
I lay down on the seat next to him and opened my legs so he could look at my pussy, he pushed one finger in gently before adding another. He kept telling me how tight and gorgeous my pussy was, as he was fingering me he started rubbing his cock and getting hard once again. He moved on top of me and roughly shoved his cock inside me as I gasped.
”Tell me what you want baby. Harder? Faster?” He breathed against my neck. I could only nod. He leaned back and spat on my pussy which turned me on so much, then he started pounding me so fucking hard and deep I had mascara running down my cheeks. I loved the idea of us fucking and being filthy in the backseat of the car his wife had spent many hours in. He started slowing down his strokes and trying to get as deep inside me as he could and I reached down and started rubbing my clit in circular motions, his breathing and moaning against my neck was getting me so hot I could feel myself close to cumming. He pushed himself into me hard and my legs tensed as I felt that familiar rush of pleasure throughout my body. My pussy throbbed as I came and I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I shivered. He kept pumping his cock into me relentlessly until he pulled out and started jerking off over my stomach. I looked a sight with messy hair, flushed cheeks, mascara running and cum all over my stomach.
He kissed me on my forehead, dropped me off, and we never spoke again.