Take the left

DJ wished he could blame the next words that came out of his mouth on PK. He supposed in a way he could, considering he wouldn’t have been in the position for it to happen without her. Still, it was his voice that spoke up. “Take the left.”

The driver’s lecherous grin in the rearview mirror did not make the decision feel any better. Instead, it was the pulse of warmth and the feeling of growing emptiness that let DJ know this was the right choice for him. Grinding his plump rear end into the seat helped the feeling of emptiness for a brief second before it came on even stronger.

DJ could feel his ass twitch within his short skirt. He couldn’t stop his hips from shifting around almost as if his ass was searching for something to spear deep within it. As he shifted, his wide ass bumped the hard square plastic of the seat belt buckle. Without even thinking about it DJ shifted his body over and sat down on it. The moan that exited his painted lips surprised him and the driver. Moving up off of it, he drove himself down on it again in an effort to drive it inside of him. Of course his tight skirt wouldn’t let that happen. So for the next few blocks, DJ just bounced up and down on the hard plastic, his breath coming ragged as his tits wobbled up and down.

“Damn sissy, you need it bad don’t you?” The driver’s voice interrupted DJ’s attempts to get fucked by a car. Opening his eyes, he realized they had stopped and they were just outside of the store. “You know? We could just go somewhere and park if you wanted?”

The obvious offer to fuck DJ sent a chill through his spine. Stopping in his incessant bouncing, he stared forward at the driver. Biting his lip he thought about it. Was he really going to let this random guy fuck him in the ass already?