Category: gonewildstories

One thing you should know about my ex-girlfriend was that she was a whiny bitch. There were times when she would be shouting and screaming at me and I would genuinely have absolutely no idea what I had done to offend her. Which was the main reason we only lasted nine months.
However she was fucking dynamite in the sack and was so easy to make come it was almost ridiculous. I’ve never known a girl before or since who I could get off so easily. In our short time together we covered the whole board of sexual experience. Blowjobs, handjobs, titty-fucking, cumshots, squirting, pussy licking, fingering, anal, rimming. If only she hadn’t been such a colossal pain in the arse.
The main reason I was prepared to put up with her when she was moaning about my latest so called indiscretions was because I knew it would only be a matter of time before we would be having dirty sex again.
This story isn’t particularly dirty but was undoubtedly dangerous and highlights how much she loved getting off.
We were in the car one day and she was driving. I was sat alongside her in the passenger seat. I can’t remember what we were arguing about (this was nearly ten years ago now) but one thing I can remember is her shouting at me loudly.
I sat and looked out the window as her angry words washed over me. I looked down at my hands. My fists were clenched and I noticed were shaking silently in anger. Eventually it became too much for me.
“Will you just shut the fuck up?” I shouted.
She went silent, momentarily stunned at my outburst before she continued her diatribe.
“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that,” she shouted back.
“I’ll talk to you however I want you little bitch.”
Again she went silent. It was rare that I talked back to her. Most of the time I just couldn’t be bothered. She turned her eyes back to the road as the traffic light turned green.
“What is wrong with you?” she asked.
“What’s wrong with me?” I replied incredulous. “You’re what’s fucking wrong with me.”
“If you’re so unhappy why don’t you do something about?”
She would often do this. Dare me to break things off with her in impossible situations. Like I was just going to break up with her while we were driving along in the middle of a main road.
“I will fucking do something about it.”
“Go on then,” she taunted.
To this day I don’t know why I did it. She was driving along at 50mph with cars either side of us.
I leant across and ran my hand across her crotch.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me,” she responded.
“You love it you bitch. I can already tell you’re wet as fuck down there.”
I got no response and moved my right hand back across to her. I undid the top button of her jeans to make it easier to slide my hand down the front and ran my hands across the front of her thong. As I suspected she was already warm and moist.
She moaned quietly.
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” I said as I moved my hand inside her underwear and started playing with her clit.
She was really groaning now. She loved it when I played with her clit. I rubbed faster now as I could feel the juices leaking out of her pussy. Her head rocked back against her seat and she closed her eyes and let out a long groan.
“Keep your eyes on the fucking road,” I admonished.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
“Come for me you little slut.”
She obliged, bucking against the chair as she barely managed to keep her hands on the wheel and her foot on the accelerator. I could feel her wetness seeping all over my hand and the car smelt of her juices.
Her breathing was heavy and I stopped momentarily to give her a chance to get her breath back.
Then I started to tease her again.
“Please don’t…” she said quietly.
“Quiet,” I demanded. I was more aggressive this time. She could have multiple orgasms relatively easily and I knew I had her in the palm of my hand here. Literally.
She liked it when I was rough and she was crying out loudly now. How she was still managing to drive I had literally no idea. I felt her squirt in her knickers as she came for the second time. My hand was soaking.
As she pulled up at some traffic lights I noticed her jeans were now visibly soaking wet. I was rock hard and desperate to fuck her but still hadn’t forgiven her for her earlier outburst.
“Look how wet your jeans are you miserable little slut,” I taunted her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You don’t get to be sorry,” I responded. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”
And I went back to work. This time I went slower. I knew she was exhausted and I was now conscious that she could probably crash the car if she lost control. I worked my fingers around her pussy more slowly now, exploring every inch of her. My other hand started playing with my cock through my jeans.
She noticed this and moved her left hand off the gear stick and toward my cock.
“You don’t get to touch this, not yet,” I said.
She was groaning again, but this time more softly as I teased more gently and when she came for the third time in less than half an hour, I removed my hands from her now sopping jeans. She was so wet that the moisture had travelled all the way down her jeans to her knees. They were literally soacked through.
“Drive somewhere quiet,” I demanded.
She was quiet now. The last half an hour had left her unable to speak and she had certainly forgotten about the argument that had started all this off.
Eventually we pulled on to a quiet country road and I instructed her to pull over. My own boxers were now sticky with pre cum and I groaned with relief as I undid my belt and buttons on my jeans and released my hard dick.
She moved her hand down to it and started stroking me gently.
“No hands,” I instructed. “Just your mouth.”
She did as she was told and her tongue flickered gently across the head of my penis. I could feel the pre-cum practically leaking out of me now as she took my head in her mouth and sucked gently.
“You taste so good baby,” she said, before swallowing me to the back of her throat. She ignored my no hands rule and used her right hand to gently caress my balls. I decided to let this little indiscretion go.
Her head bobbed up and down on me more quickly now. The occasional car went by but nothing to worry me. She was moaning now as her head bounced up and down on me and it wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm building.
Normally I would have given her some warning but she was being punished so I didn’t breathe a word. My breathing became heavier as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt the come shoot out of my penis and into her mouth. She hadn’t known it was coming but she carried on sucking greedily as I shot rope after rope of my hot sticky juice into the back of her throat.
She slowed down as my orgasm subsided, getting every last drop out of me.
She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth and giving me a taste of myself.
“Let’s go back to mine,” she said. “We need to fuck,”