[Bitch of Living - Spring Awakening]
It was an hour drive to the hotel he’d booked, and we began our journey as the sun began to set. The mood was light-hearted – 80’s music playing on the iPod, bellies full from a good dinner, lots of smiling and laughing and catching up with one another. But as it is with us, the trip was only half-through when his hand began to snake up my thigh. I switched the playlist to something a little more… suitable.
We were rubbing at one another furiously over our clothes, his fingers trying in vain to get beneath the hem of my shorts, though his cock had somehow already been released from his business khakis. My fingers coiled around his hardening penis, his world slipping through my fist. He became frustrated with my ass-clinging denim and demanded I take them off.
So I took them off. I like being told what to do.
Half-naked and having my clit rubbed in the passenger seat as we passed other cars had me salivating from sheer excitement. I didn’t care about the danger – I needed him in my mouth.
“Just pull over if you get too distracted,” I murmured as I leaned over, leaving my naked ass practically pressed against the passenger side window.
His cock, as I’ve said, is glorious. Long and delicious and I wanted it. There wasn’t time to play around with teasing licks and maddening caresses – this was take-it-to-the-hilt, down-my-throat time.
I started sucking, slipping my lips over the head and then plunging down to get the full dick. I began slurping like I needed that cock, no longer a naive newbie and frightened of sounding unladylike. No, this was a wet, noisy cock sucking. If I had been able to pull my mouth away from it, trails of spit and pre-cum would have followed, glistening off the head of his dick and ending at my slutty, satisfied smirk.
He was moaning loudly, clutching the wheel with one hand and the back of my head with the other. I love that – it’s like a challenge. I can’t always make it all the way down, to be honest. He’s too big, but that’s okay, because he loves when I gag. And when my gagging sets him off into another groan of pleasure, then I love it, too.
I also loved the idea that anyone might have driven by and seen my ass in the air and my head buried in his lap. Some lonely trucker or shocked traveler catching a glimpse and realizing, with a double take, that yes, that girl really is doing what it looks like she’s doing. It made me wet to make the trucker hard or the traveler pant with just the idea of what’s happening in the lane next to them. It was so arousing to ostensibly be caught in the act and not even know it as we fly by in the rental car, defiling it with our dirty fun.
He began to thrust toward my mouth and I relished the added momentum, taking him in and letting my tongue wrap and unwrap around his cock as he bobbed against my lips. I gripped the bottom of his dick with one hand, rhythmically adding it to our road head machine. I began a pattern of tip, tip, tip, deep-throat and he went wild, absently pressing the gas as he got closer and closer to cumming.
70 – I sucked the tip, playing my tongue against the seam of his cock I love so much, running my piercing up and down it, alternating warm flesh with hard, stimulating metal.
80 – I slipped my free hand into his half-off boxers, playing with his balls as my mouth continued its frenzied fascination. “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails shuffled onto the iPod and we both groaned appreciatively as “I wanna fuck you like an animal…” reminded us of why we took this drive in the first place.
90 – I bucked against his hand, which had moved from the back of my head over to my lifted pussy – I couldn’t see from my desired position, but I hoped someone was driving next to us to watch him plunge his fingers in and out of me.
100 – I took as much of him as I could, choking on him and loving every second. “Oh, yeah,” he stammered, trying to concentrate on both the road and how deep I’d managed.
110 – He frantically began thrusting again and I matched his eager movements, one hand on his balls, the other pumping him against my lips and tongue. I was moaning now, anticipating his cum and begging for it wordlessly with my unbridled attention to his cock.
120 – He came, speeding down the freeway, shooting into my mouth. I stayed with my lips pressed around him, easing every last drop down my throat. He took his foot off the gas, breathing hard and I sat back in my seat, grinning, loving the filthy deliciousness of road head.
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