Who am I kidding? I knew what I was doing as he backed me up to the high top we had near the dance floor. Before I realized his intentions he had pushed me to where my ass was barely on the seat, dropped nonchalantly and pushed his nose into my molten mound and inhaled me and was already standing when I went to pull him up. His blues rolled back behind his curtains as he threw his head back like I'm the best shit he ever smoked. I literally watched his dick grow thicker in his slacks before he grabbed my hand and brought it down to feel the proof as he pushed his body between my thighs and promised “I can’t wait to get you home” and how obviously hot I made him. He cupped the back of my neck and pried my mouth open with his teeth raking my bottom lip before his tongue licked the inside of my lips and fluttered my tongue, teasing of things to come. I had to push him away and excuse myself to the ladies' room because I felt like I was making a puddle as I felt my juices soak through my panties and start to dribble down the inside of my thighs. I turned around and signaled him to close our tab with an aerial check mark, the cut throat sign and I couldn’t help but notice his more than obvious excitement as his cock threatened to rip a seam in his slacks as he sat there pouting with his hands framing his discomfort as if to say “how could you leave me like this”. I wasn’t easy, but I needed to leave – we needed to go.
When I returned, he and his still chubby dick escorted me out of the club where our car was already waiting; apparently he was also in a hurry. I was stripping before he got into the car and was completely nekkid with my feet on the dashboard before he got it into drive. I was so wet still that it was easy going as I slid my finger inside me and told him to get us home safely. Every time he took his eyes off the road and looked at me with his pouty lip out and whimpering cries, I’d shove my glazed fingers into his mouth and turn his head forward and say “safety first”. I made a huge puddle with my first climax and gathered it up in my palm and fed him by sliding my fingers into his mouth and then moussing his goatee. He was crying like a big puppy and pitching what looked like a painful tent before I unzipped his slacks, reached into his briefs and fished his fat cock from its binds. Picture me now with my nekkid ass in the air and my lips wrapped around his thick growing deliciousness and no tint on the windows; I couldn’t have cared less. It was a pure shot of hormones as a muffled whimper escaped my mouthfull and my pussy also filled to the rim again as I tried to swallow him whole. His cock tastes so fucking good that it causes my mouth to water and overflow in a glistening stream down his thick cock and in and around my knuckles to facilitate the hand that feeds me. I took him deeper and deeper and as we both dropped gears to get us home faster, he moved his right hand from two o’clock to over my ass as he reached to slide fingers into my steamy catcher’s mitt and pulled me deeper over his cock. It was too much for me to contain as it rained down my thighs once again and I sat up in my seat to catch my breath before continuing to play in my puddle while watching his cock throb and dance in his lap. I demanded, “Home, Charles”.
We pulled into the garage, and as I was getting out of the car, he rushed up behind me and knocked my clothes out of my hand and threw me up against the car like a dirty cop. He kicked my legs apart and dropped down behind me, and pushed and pulled an arch in my back as he performed a cavity search with his face. That is when I noticed that the garage door was still open, but thankful because it was super hot outside and the lights weren't on. With the little light coming from the garage motor, it was like our garage was a television left on while the world just fell asleep on the couch within a few feet. I lost even those thoughts and pushed back to sit harder on his face as he frisked me for the contraband he promised to plant. I wouldn’t have minded having a female officer present during, but I knew I deserved it and wanted it more. My legs nearly gave way with my confession and would have fallen if it weren’t for his face holding me up. He then stood, pushed my face against the passenger window, and ran his fat, steaming hot baton deep and hard. I found myself screaming and him growling as he punished me while the sounds of him playing in my puddle turned me on more than embarrassed. After all he is the one that makes me so wet, and It was so fucking hot in the garage that we both were dripping wet, and me with more than just sweat. He ran his hand down the valley of my sweaty back pushing my sweat to where it briefly puddled in the small of my back before he spread me, permitting the stream to continue down over and between my cheeks and around his pistoning cock before following gravity along our undercarriages and down our legs to rest in the puddles beneath us. I looked back over my shoulder to see him looking intensely down and between our bodies to watch his cock as it split me like a fallen tree into a stream causing it to break up into smaller creeks and continue down to their resting puddles below us. He grabbed me by the back of my arms and drove me harder, and I pictured in my mind’s eye and from his point of view, his cock stretching, pulling and pushing in and out of me as my nether lips stressed to accommodate him. Sweat dripped off my swaying breasts and nipples like rain to cause ripples in the growing puddles under us, and I desperately tried to stay off with excruciating bliss the threatening and inevitable dam failure that was destined to flood our garage until I it became too much to contain and I begged him to cum with me. I pushed back into him hard with every drive and verbosely described how deep his cock was and how I was going to cum all over his it until all I could squeak out was “NOW!” He hammered me impossibly faster and harder as his grip continuously slid, first down my arms, and then off my sweaty hips until finally, we both screamed our emancipating cries. He rested briefly on my back while we both panted and caught our breaths, and looked up, and we couldn’t believe that we were able to steam up the car windows from outside the car. He walked me into the house, hit the garage door closed, and we both left puddles all the way to the shower.
Happy Hump Day!!
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