Annas first orgasm

The further Anna crawled backward, the tighter the red panties pulled between her legs. The thin fabric cut deep into her wet pussy, parting her swollen labia and pressing hard against her sensitive clit. It looked extremely obscene and perverse—as if she were fucking herself with the bikini panties while her legs hung wide apart in the air.

“Ahh… fuck… that hurts…,” Anna gasped.

She tried again, pulling harder—but it only got worse. The panties dug deeper and deeper into her pleasure cave. In a panic, she changed her mind.

“Shit… I can’t get out like this…”

Anna quickly slid all the way back into the deep bucket seat. As she did, she slipped completely out of her bikini bottoms. The red fabric remained hanging on the outside of the car—like a shameless red flag showing everyone that the wearer was now bare-bottomed.

Anna was now sitting in the car, completely naked from the waist down. Her smooth, dripping pussy and her little ass lay directly on the cool leather seat. She immediately pressed her legs together and pulled them up against her body, desperately trying to hide her naked pleasure cave.

Lisa came over immediately from the side, leaned in close to her, and stroked her thigh soothingly.

“Calm down, Anna. No one can see you. The seat is so deep, and your legs are inside. Just stay sitting here. I’ll quickly grab a spare bikini from the container. Two minutes, I promise.”

Anna nodded frantically, her face bright red.

“Please hurry… I’m dying of embarrassment here…”

Lisa smiled at her once more and disappeared toward the storage container.

No sooner had she left than people rushed toward the car. Within seconds, dozens of men crowded around the car, cell phones held high, some with special glasses perched on their noses. They all wanted to see the “half-naked” woman in the sports car.

Anna sat there huddled up, legs pressed tightly together, hands shielding her between her thighs. Her heart was racing. It was incredibly embarrassing. She felt completely at their mercy.

In reality, no one could actually see anything from the outside—the low seat and her closed legs covered almost everything. Only the men with the special glasses could see her breasts up close. Anna whispered frantically to herself:

“Please… please don’t come any closer… Lisa, where are you… I want to get out of here…”

But the crowd kept growing. And Lisa was taking her time.

After what felt like ten minutes, Lisa finally came back. In her hand she held only a tiny red thong with two thin bows on the sides.

“Sorry, sweetie, that was unfortunately all I could find,” she said with a regretful expression.

Anna was so **** by now that she didn’t care at all. She snatched the tiny thong, frantically pulled it on, and quickly scrambled out of the Lamborghini. The thin fabric barely covered anything—the bows sat high on her hips, and the thong itself almost completely disappeared between her butt cheeks.

Lisa didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. She grabbed Anna’s hand and pulled her straight to the next booth.

“Come on, we have to keep going! Next up is the motorcycle shoot. If we don’t do this, none of us will get paid.”

In front of them stood a heavy, black custom motorcycle, its engine already running and humming softly.

Lisa climbed on first and pulled Anna right behind her onto the seat.

“Sit down properly, sweetie. We have to strike some really good poses now.”

Anna swung her leg over the motorcycle and sat down behind Lisa. No sooner had she sat down than Jan and Mia noticed how inadequate the thong was. The narrow fabric didn’t cover her pussy but slid completely to the side, pressing only against her swollen labia. Her asshole was completely exposed; the thong disappeared deep between her butt cheeks.

It got even worse when Lisa revved the engine.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

The entire seat suddenly began to vibrate violently. The motorcycle had clearly been tampered with—the vibration mode was set to maximum. The strong vibrations transmitted directly to Anna’s bare, sensitive pussy and her asshole.

“Ahh…!” Anna let out a soft moan. Her eyes widened.

Lisa laughed and shouted loudly:

“Strike a pose now! Or you won’t get any money! Come on, Anna—that’s why we’re here!”

Anna bravely tried to go along with it. She leaned back, stuck out her chest, and held on to Lisa’s hips. But with every burst of gas, the seat vibrated even more intensely. The powerful vibrations pounded directly against her clit and her sensitive asshole.

Her pussy was now dripping uncontrollably. The tiny thong had long since become completely soaked and useless. Anna’s legs trembled, her hips twitching involuntarily on the vibrating seat.

“Lisa… it’s vibrating so hard…,” she gasped softly, her voice already trembling.

Lisa turned slightly toward her and smiled wickedly.

“That’s exactly how it should be, sweetie. And now spread your legs nice and wide and arch your back. The crowd wants a show.”

The motorcycle roared louder. The vibrations grew even more intense.

Anna sat with her legs spread wide on the vibrating motorcycle seat, her asshole and dripping pussy “covered” only by a ridiculous, slipping thong string—and fought desperately against coming right there on the motorcycle.

“Come on, let’s switch,” Lisa suddenly said loudly. “The crowd wants to see you up front, Anna. ”

She got off and pulled Anna forward onto the driver’s seat. Anna sat down with her legs spread wide on the vibrating seat. The tiny thong was now completely useless—it was just lying to the side of her dripping pussy, her asshole completely exposed.

Lisa sat down right behind her, pressed her body tightly against Anna’s back, and placed both hands on Anna’s hips.

“Hold on to the handlebars, sweetie,” she whispered in her ear.

Anna grabbed the throttle with both hands. As soon as she touched the grip, the motorcycle let out a deep, loud rumble.

The vibrations immediately grew stronger.

“Ahh…!” Anna gasped.

Lisa smiled wickedly, thrust her hips forward, and pressed Anna with all her strength against the vibrating seat. At the same time, she stroked Anna’s stomach from behind, ran her hands over her breasts, and pinched her hard nipples lightly.

“Give it a little gas… for the camera,” Lisa purred.

Anna pulled the throttle just slightly—but that was enough.

At that moment, Mia discreetly turned the knob on the mixing console all the way up.

The engine roared loudly. The entire seat began to rumble like a massive vibrator. The vibrations pounded directly against Anna’s bare, swollen pussy and her sensitive asshole.

“Oh God… oh no…,” Anna whimpered, her hands clenched tightly on the gas.

She wanted to let go—but her fingers clenched. The vibrations only grew more brutal. The seat massaged her clit, her labia, and her asshole simultaneously in hard, rapid thrusts.

Lisa pressed her down even harder and whispered in her ear:

“Let it happen, sweetie… everyone’s watching.”

Anna’s body tensed. Her eyes glazed over. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Anna sat with her legs spread wide on the vibrating motorcycle seat, completely lost in her pleasure. Lisa pressed her down hard from behind while Anna kept the throttle wide open. The first orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning.

Her whole body tensed, her pussy clenched hard and squirted several short, bright fountains onto the leather seat. She screamed, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

At that very moment—between the first and second orgasms—Lisa reached from behind at lightning speed for Anna’s red bikini top. With a deft movement, she pulled it down, completely freeing Anna’s firm, plump tits.

Anna’s bare breasts sprang out, her hard nipples standing erect. Lisa reached under her breasts from behind, lifted them slightly, and presented them beautifully for the cameras and the crowd—gently kneading them, squeezing them together, and letting them jiggle while Anna continued to come violently.

Anna didn’t even notice. She was far too busy exploding on the vibrating seat.

The second orgasm was even more brutal.

“Ahhh… fuck… I’m coming again!!!” she screamed loudly.

Her pussy cramped up again, this time much more intensely. A long, powerful squirt shot out of her dripping cunt, ran across the seat, and dripped onto the floor. Her whole body twitched wildly, her bare tits bouncing up and down in Lisa’s hands. Lisa kept holding them up and presenting them to the cheering crowd while Anna came completely uninhibited.

For all the spectators, the scene was pure pornography:

Anna sitting there almost completely naked from the waist down, her tits bare and on display, legs spread wide on a vibrating motorcycle, the throttle wide open, squirting and screaming in ecstasy—while seemingly bringing herself to orgasm.

The crowd went wild. Cell phones filmed nonstop. Many men stood there with their mouths agape.

Only when the second orgasm slowly subsided did Anna slump forward over the tank, completely spent. Her bare tits pressed against the cool metal, her pussy still twitching, open and dripping, while Lisa slowly pulled her top back up—as if nothing had happened.

Anna was panting heavily, completely spent, her eyes glassy.

“What… what happened…?” she whispered breathlessly.

Lisa gently stroked her back and smiled innocently.

“You were just amazing, sweetie.”

Lisa put an arm around Anna’s waist and led her through the crowd back to the changing container. Anna was still a little wobbly on her feet, her thighs wet with her own juices, and her cheeks glowing bright red.

Halfway there, it suddenly burst out of her. She whispered very quietly, almost guiltily:

“Lisa… I… I just had an orgasm. A really strong one, actually. Twice… on the motorcycle. Did you see that? Did… did anyone notice?”

Lisa paused briefly, looked at Anna with big, innocent eyes, and then shook her head.

“No, sweetie. Nobody noticed a thing. You were just posing really well. Totally relaxed.”

Anna breathed a audible sigh of relief. A huge wave of relief washed over her.

“Thank God… I thought everyone had seen me come.”

Lisa smiled sympathetically and pulled her a little closer.

“I know how that feels. Sometimes it just happens. Especially when you’ve been horny as long as you have these past few days. When I have a boyfriend, I always call him right after and let him really fuck me good. In this container here, for example… no one bothers you there.”

She winked at Anna.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have a boyfriend right now. But you do have one, don’t you? Just text him. Tell him to come over and fuck you really hard. You need that right now.”

Anna blushed bright red. At the same time, she felt her pussy start throbbing again at Lisa’s words. She’d never had a girlfriend with whom she could talk about sex so openly and dirty. It felt forbidden, exciting, and incredibly intimate.

“You… you really mean it?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“Sure,” Lisa grinned. “You’re totally turned on right now. If you don’t let that out, you’ll go crazy for the rest of the day.”

Once they arrived at the container, Lisa closed the door behind them. Anna hesitated only briefly, then she pulled out her phone and, with trembling fingers, texted her boyfriend:

Anna:

“Baby, please come to the car show right away. I’m in the shipping container behind the big hall. I need you badly… I’m so horny. Please fuck me really hard. I’m waiting for you.”

She sent the message and stared at the screen, her heart racing.

Lisa leaned against the table with a grin and watched the completely flustered Anna.

“So? Did you text him?” Lisa asked curiously.

Anna nodded shyly and showed her the phone. “Yeah… I sent it.”

Lisa grinned widely. “Good. Now tell me. How horny have you really been these last three days?”

Anna hesitated briefly, then it just poured out of her. She’d never been so open with anyone before.

“I… I was so incredibly horny the whole time,” she confessed quietly. “Every morning I powdered my vulva and my asshole with baby powder so everything would be nice and dry and silky. Then in the evenings, the moisturizing… I really took my time. I spread my pussy wide open and applied cream to every little fold. I massaged my clit especially slowly… and then I even stuck my finger in my asshole and really worked the cream in. I was on the verge of coming every time, but I wasn’t allowed to.”

Lisa listened intently, her eyes sparkling.

“And your boyfriend? Did you really not let him touch you?”

Anna shook her head. “No… I pushed him away, even though his fingers were already on my smooth pussy. I was so wet that it was already dripping onto the bedsheet. But I was afraid of getting pimples… and now I’m so turned on.”

Lisa laughed softly and stepped closer.

“Sweetie, I know that feeling all too well.

Anna blushed even more, but she had to giggle. The conversation was making her even hornier.

“I never thought I’d ever talk to someone like this about my pussy…” she murmured. “But it feels so good. I’m already wet again. Just talking about it…”

Lisa gently stroked her thigh and smiled suggestively.

“Just wait until your boyfriend gets here. I bet he’s going to fuck you really hard. Do you want him to take you from behind? Or should he lick you first until you squirt again?”

Anna bit her lip and pressed her thighs together. Her voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper:

“I just want to be fucked really hard… I need that right now.”