Tell him he must find a condom

"No rubber, no Joy," you say.

"Come onnnnn," he whines, moving back into position.

You push him away roughly this time and gaze daggers at him, "No! N-O. And if you try to put that thing in me without a condom I'm going to scream."

He curses and leans across into the front seat. He opens the glovebox and dozens of condoms spill out. You sneer in digust at the lying old coot, but you're too horny to balk further. In fact, when he struggles to get it open in the darkness you snatch the condom from his hand. You tear it open with your teeth and position the latex ring at the damp head of his prick. With a practiced motion you unroll it tightly over his thick shaft.

"Now fuck me before I change my mind," you invite, laying back on the seat and spreading your creamy thighs to present your bare pussy to him.

Mr. Crassle doesn't need a second invitation. He rests one hand on the seat and wraps the other around the shaft of his cock. He kneels between your legs and guides the tip to the juicy crease of your pussy. You both groan as he enters you, the warm latex filling you up as he slowly slides his entire length into your hungry cunt. You feel each inch and gasp as his balls nestle against your asshole and his pubic hairs tickle against your sensitive clit.

He looks down at you and smiles. One hand takes hold of your waist and he begins to fuck you with long, steady strokes. This is a man who has fucked many times before, and his practiced movements culminate in a gently slap of flesh and flesh and the electrict tingle of contact against your clit.

"Oh yes," you moan. "Oh yes, fuck me deep."

"You like that?" He asks and begins to pound you more forcefully. "You like that cock?"

"Yes!" you answer each time he asks. Again and again, punctuating the question with a slap of thigh-against-thigh and the sheathing of his stick prick in the warm depths of your pussy. He lays a hand on your flat stomach and uses his tumb to stimulate your clit. He teases and pinches it and saws his cock in and out.

The windows of the Mercedez begin to steam up. It is increasingly warm and humid in the car, the air full of the musky smell of your mutual arousal and the hot latex of the condom. Your orgasm strikes suddenly. You throw your head back and cry out, white starbursts exploding behind your eyelids and electricity pulsing from your clit. Your inner walls contract around him. Crassle's prick seems to stiffen and grow larger inside your depths.

"Yes!" he grunts. "Fuck yes, take it!"

You feel him twitching inside you and you squeeze around him, milking the jerking rubber cock with your muscles. His sweat drips on your face and he lays a bit heavily atop you, gasping out in ecstasy at the last of his orgasm spends itself into the condom.

He lays there then for a long minute, breathing heavily and kissing your collarbone. Finally, he pulls back and out. The condom dangles from his shrinking prick like a half-worn sock, the tip full of his milky sperm.

He laughs as he pops it off and ties a knot it the condom. He holds it up so you can see it better and then tosses it out the window of the car and into the grass of the lawn.

"Thanks for the fuck," he says.

You don't speak much more. You both dress quickly and climb out of the car a bit stiff and a bit sweaty. He plants a kiss on your lips, but you don't allow it to linger. You head inside ahead of him and find your way back to Sara as she chats with one of her friends.

"I have returned," you say with a smile.

Sara smiles back and smooths a few strands of your hair back into place. She doesn't ask why you're a bit red-faced and sweaty, but when Crassle enters looking the same way the solution to the mystery is obvious to anyone paying attention.

"I'm glad you survived," Sara jokes. "We can mingle some more if you'd like or get started on that tour."