eating pussy in the parking lot
Did you ever meet someone who turned you on so much at first glance, that you just hated them for it? Yet crave to fuck immediately. Well on a very bad day this guy did and it started with him giving me no real option he just began I had a sexual adventure with this guy eating pussy in the parking lot.
Ok, I know that sounds extremely twisted. I was just leaving work minding my own business, trying to bury the anger and frustration for my make chauvinist boss and this guy just walks up to me. He said a polite hello and my body immediately responded like it had a mind of its own, my clit started aching and my thong was drenched in seconds.
I gave that poor guy the best “Don’t mess with me” face I could manage, snarling something rude under my breath. My whole body was whimpering for him to just throw me down, to fuck me like the brainless whore I wished I was. He let his hand rest on my forearm, those big green eyes staring into mine.
“Bad day?” He smiles softly, trying to sympathize with me.
Oh, Boy didn’t that flip my bitch switch. Where did he get off assuming I was some kind of nice person normally? What gave him the right to believe I was decent and sweet? Just because I was a woman, did that mean I was soft-spoken and polite?
I was feeling extremely unladylike in the wake of my day. I had yet again been passed over for a promotion in favor of a less experienced man. Since when did having a penis make you more qualified to be a lawyer anyway? The firm had no time for a woman who wielded a better record than some of the senior partners.
I screamed at him for a good twenty minutes,
venting all of my anger at this poor man who had the audacity to dare speak to me like I was a person. How could he assume that I was a nice and calm, sane and rational person?
After I had finished my unwarranted tirade I stormed away, my high heels tapping out every ounce of my anger as the clicks echoed loudly in the concrete underground parking lot. The sound of my handbag hitting the bonnet of my car while I rummaged through it looking for my keys, rang loudly in my ears.
The sounds of my small squeak as he grabbed my arm spinning me around to face him bounced off the walls. As did the sound of my hand slapping his smooth cheek. Do you know what didn’t make a sound?
Him leaning down to kiss my lips, his tongue thrusting roughly into my mouth; his hands sliding over my ribs, his fingers digging into my ass when they got there. None of that made a sound in the parking lot, but it made one hell of a sound in my soul.
His presence crashed over my soul like a wave of noise and need.
The relief washed over my like a peaceful calm the moment I relented and sucked on his tongue like it was made of gold. My hips drawn to his as I writhed wantonly against him. His touch offered me the only refuge I had found from my own thoughts. I had never wanted anyone as much in my life as I wanted this man in that moment. I wanted Rage fueled sex
He slid his thigh between my legs,
and like some brainless little slut I fucked that denim clad thigh for all I was worth. My hands were all over him; in his hair, on his face and ass and chest in a frenzy. His nipples were so hard I could feel them beneath his soft white shirt, the temptation proving more than I could resist. He liked them pinched gently, which made me wonder of he also liked them sucked and nibbled.
I ripped that tie from his neck like a woman possessed. I can still remember the way those pretty buttons popped off that shirt as I tore at it, my mouth immediately on his nipples.
He gasped and mumbled something to me, and I smiled and nodded. I didn’t hear him; I couldn’t understand the garbled words that tumbled from his sensual mouth. Apparently what he said was
“May I yank down your thong and eat your pussy?” Because that is exactly what he did.
He threw me roughly onto the bonnet and pushed my skirt up to my navel, the cold metal bit into my exposed thighs. I gasped as he tore the thong from me, tossing the shreds of the lacey garment over his shoulder. His mouth was on my pussy before I could react; nibbling, sucking and flicking his tongue against my aching clit like he owned it.
He grabbed my ankles and pulled them high in the air,
I slid so quickly that I smacked my head against the bonnet with a jarring thud. His spare hand slapped my ass hard, the sound echoing harshly through the full parking lot.
He slipped two fingers inside my pussy as he sucked my clit between his teeth, I whimpered from the pain and he started pounding his fingers hard inside me. The pain and the pleasure seemed to feed off each other and intensify both sensations, I was so very fucking close. I tried to tell him not to stop; tried to tell him how good it felt. I desperately wanted to tell him what I needed, but all of my words were lost in a series of shrill squeaks.
A finger slowly running through my slit as he coated it in my essence. Then holding it in front of my eyes for a moment before slamming it hard and deep inside my ass. He bent his head and flicked his tongue against my clit. Sucking that aching nub hard as he teased at it with the tip of his tongue.
My screams bounced off the concrete walls as I came,
the feeling of being completely filled overthrowing every shred of common sense I had. My body trembled under his skilled hands, my thighs quivering against his ears…
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