MMC Erotica: Pressure, Pussy, and Foreplay

The next week found us back at it again. I admired his brown skin as he cracked a joke about my driving.

“I’m telling you I can back up just not like you, “ I stated.

“I see you almost hit the back of your car trying to get in the spot,” he said.

I giggled and waited for him to finish licking the blunt he had so delicately put together. I looked forward to our time on the weekends because I knew what it meant. We laugh, we make small conversation, and then we fuck. Getting dicked down by him was the highlight of my week. I got out the car and watched as the water flowed. The bayou side didn’t have much scenery, but it was peaceful. I walked back to my car and watched him let out a gentle puff of smoke. With each puff I found myself getting hornier. I was craving him like a baby does a bottle. Just as quickly as I contemplated the thought of sex, his hand touched my thigh. His habit of rubbing was something I had grown fond of. We laughed about our hectic work week and life in general. With each conversation I felt myself enjoy his company even if sex wasn’t involved. But right now? I wanted sex.

“Take your dick out,” I demanded.

“Right here?” he asked.

“Yes take your dick out. I’m trying to fuck,” I stated.

He unfastened his pants and I leaned over to put his dick in my mouth. The thought of getting caught only made me want him more. Giving him head soon turned into us in the backseat. I raised up my shirt to expose my pierced nipples that he had gotten accustomed to. He licked my nipples and I slowly felt myself getting wet. With each lick I forgot any passerby. Fuck, part of me wanted them to see. My fantasy was getting watched by others so this was making me happy either way. I laid back on the seat and patiently waited for him to fuck me how I wanted. His dick felt just as amazing as it had the last time. He began to stroke me with just the right amount of pressure. With each stroke, I felt myself gripping his dick. His hand slowly went from my ankle to around my neck. As he choked me I felt myself cum and he continued to stroke me until he finally nutted. Everything in me wanted to go another round, but I saw the lights of other cars approaching. Our backseat fuck session turned into him in my bedroom. I quickly unlocked my door to let him into my space. He made himself comfortable as I undressed. I felt his hand grab my waist as I pulled my hair into a ponytail. Feeling his hands on my skin just made me want him more. Soon both of his hands were around my waist until his hands pushed me in a forward motion on the bed. I felt his caress my ass and him pulling my thongs to the side. His fingers rubbed my pierced clit and I felt my warm juices dripping down my legs with each rub. I knew my squirting turned him and I put one leg on the bed so he could enter me like he wanted. The first few strokes I felt myself opening up once again to take all of him. He gripped my waist as his dick stroked my g-spot. I reached back to give him my hands and he returned my vibe quickly. He grabbed my arms and pounded my pussy until I squirted on his dick.

“You liked being fucked like this huh” he said as a smile formed on his face.

As I ran from his deep strokes, he pulled me back in by my arms and smacked my ass. With each stroke I felt my pussy grip his dick even more. I was on my fourth orgasm and he had no signs of letting up.

“Oh fuck” he moaned.

I quickly assumed the position and let his throbbing dick fill my mouth with his semen. I caught every drop and swallowed it all with a smile. This shit was dangerous and we both knew it. What we had going on couldn’t be just a sneaky link. The sex and the vibe was too good for it to be a temporary thing.

“Chic-Fil-A?” I asked.

“Yeah, sounds good, “ he stated.

We got dressed and made our way to grab food. The pressure of keeping things just casual was fading. The sex was just an indication of the connection we shared. This couldn’t just be a foreplay or for play thing—respectfully.