Lunch

Fucking around in a cars always makes me feel younger than I am. I think I missed out on some quality time with cock parked in cars when I was young, so that now anytime the opportunity comes along, well I'm all for it!

The mountain boy was in the city for a meeting– which meant I got to have some long awaited meat for lunch.

When I found out I was going to get fed some cock for lunch– I had all intentions to get some good snapshots of his sweet curved cock filling my mouth, sliding in and out. I wanted to get messy girl cum face shot to send to some ass hole I keep fucking with online. Why do I love me an ass hole every now and then?  He would probably find fault with image and only want me to perform lower and more degrading sex acts with photographic proof. Not sure why I keep fucking with this man– I knew right away I didn't like him– from our very first email exchanges. Yet, I feel the familiar compulsion– one mixed with wanting to please a man who is never completely pleased- and two, turned on by the thoughts of photographing my exploits with one man for another to see. Plus I like my sexuality challenged, up to a point- and damned if my pussy can't stop thinking him. Fucking assholes.

I think during another period in my life I would have made a great humiliation slut– but not anymore. It must be mutual dirty and has to be tangible cock– not one thousands of miles away. All the online sexual activity gets warped– real in some sense, but not. A cock thousands of miles away cannot fill and stuff my holes the way they need to be, and sure will not cover me in cum. And can never fill the sexual voids– that can only be cured by a good cock filling and that never happens online. But it online sexual void filling can happen in the brain, I suppose that is why I fuck around with it as often as I do.

Back to the tangible curve in the car.

We only have limited time, never enough- so I don't waste any- my lips gets right to work. As always you taste so good, on my knees in a back seat, cars whizzing by, bicyclist swooping past the windows, lunchtime joggers, a view of the Bay– not a care who sees me knees, my tits out for handling and your cock in my mouth. I love lunchtime.

As my mouth swallows you up, your hand rubs into my full pussy– the combination of sliding on your shaft and your hand grinding into me makes me want to fuck, makes me want to come. I let my pussy open to your palm, I can feel myself get even wetter. On your cock with my mouth and your hand with my cunt I ride.

My tongue flicks and rolls around the tip of your cock– licking at your slit, you make so much delicious viscous pre-cum. I don't want to stop licking at the juice coming out of you like a sweet brine elixir coming out of straw. I could suck on your cock all day. Pity, I don't have all day. I can tell, and as you have told me– you do not come often from head, and by now all I want to do fuck on you. It has hit that moment of need- I need to be on your cock.

The struggle and shift in the backseat of the car, my pants and panties getting hiked down enough– wrestling my limbs- knocking them around, turning parts black and blue that I don't notice until 10 minutes after coming down from the fuck high– all to be in just the right spot that magically works in the back of this car–  reverse cowgirl. My ass hovers over your cock and my pussy is in that electric flowering pulse of want mode. I can hear your voice, but not the words, whatever it is you are saying is irrelevant while I'm consumed with needing to feel your cock slide into me. Reaching behind I grab the thickness of your curve, pushing it into my fat slick cunt– such a wet needy pussy. That first sink down on to your cock makes the walls of my cunt pull in and surround. It's always one of the best moments of fucking, that first entry.

Oh, but then it's on! I think this is the first time I have ridden you this way, our combination of thrusting and riding feels so good, your cock hitting me nice and deep. Grabbing onto the back of the drivers seat I brace for the thrust so I can feel it even deeper. I am quite sure the car was rocking, bouncing– and we, had no fucking care about anything else surrounding us. Your voice has finally become audible,
"Where do you want my cum?"
My mind swirls with the possibilities, I did want to get the messy girl cum face shot.
"Where do you want it?"
I can't help myself– if I'm being fucked, I long to be filled with cum, I want to feel you cum into me, I want to feel the cum slip out of me when you do, I want to smell the cum on me the rest of the day.

The plead slips out of my mouth.
"Come in me, come in me."
Hard and bucking grabbing onto all of me– tits and belly– you cum deep in me. I love it. Staying on you I try to squeeze all that cum out before I get back on my knees to lick, slurp and clean up all that cum from your cock.

To my delight, when I drop to my knees there is still cum spurting out a bit. I become that little cum slut I can be– and devour it all. You taste so good– and I did get a little cum in my hair after all.

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