I’m living in a smaller camper for the next week in my friend’s driveway. It’s pretty open and easy to see into, especially at night with the lights on inside. However, when my boyfriend (m19) came over and started kissing me, I didn’t really care.
It had been too long since I’d been able to fuck him (like 2 days, but still too long), and even longer since I was fully able to go into sub space and just be my needy self. So I grinded myself on his leg, knowing how much he loved watching me need him so badly. We made out while i rubbed myself on him, moaning quietly because anyone could easily hear us. I normally love rough sex, but didn’t want to disrespect my friend, so we had to reign in our need to be rough and loud.
I couldn’t help myself, however, and soon got on top of him. I wanted to be a good girl and keep up with the foreplay, but I needed him inside me and nothing could stop me. I started riding him, our only light from the fairy lights above the little bed. I knew if anyone looked in our direction, they’d see my fuzzy silhouette bouncing up and down on him.
I rode him while he held my face, kissed me, and kissed my neck. He whispered that I was his, and when he put his hands in my hair, pulling softly, I whispered that I was close. He grabbed at me and commanded that I cum around him, telling me that I belonged to him. I came around him, already creaming, feeling it drip down my thighs. He makes me so wet.
I asked him to fuck me, but he told me not yet because he wanted to watch me make myself cum around him more, and then he called me his pretty girl. How could I resist such praise?
When he did finally flip me around, he made up for the quiet softness of our sneaky sex by whispering dirty things in my ear.
“You were made for me, my perfect girl.”
“Does my cock feel good? You were made for it, my little whore.”
“Come around me, I want to feel you. My good girl.”
And with every whispered word I got wetter and wetter.
“You’re so wet for me, darling, you like when I hold your wrists down and make sure you know how pretty you are?”
“Come for me. You’re mine”
We briefly stopped as the next door neighbor got into their car. We had to stop again later in the same session because they came back from grocery shopping. I didn’t even realize we had been fucking for so long, I was stuck in a haze of pleasure.
After he came, we cuddled. Then he accidentally brushed against my pussy and I made a little sound. He started touching me, my pussy still wet from the last round. He touched me while he scrolled through social media, occasionally kissing me while I twitched in building pleasure. When I got close, he started fingering me, putting down his phone and ordering me to touch myself. I quickly brought myself to the edge and came, creaming over his fingers and accidentally moaning too loudly.
I came so hard I immediately felt like I needed to fall asleep. I told him that I was going to sleep, and he chuckled softly, before pulling down his pants. I groaned that I was tired as he pushed himself into my abused pussy, and he said “you can sleep, I’m just going to use you.”
My free use whore self came around him after hearing those fucking words, which made me even more tired. I lay there, watching him kiss my calf as he ground himself into me. He held my head in his hands and told me that I’m his. And I came again while softly moaning “I belong to you” over and over.
I was so tired, I think I fell asleep or passed out from the pleasure several times. But I was awake when he pulled out of me and came all over my chest.
And then I got to sleep in his arms which was very nice.