Facefucked in Julian's car

Katie squirmed in her black leather miniskirt, vest, and boots. Julian's beat up car rattled and shook. She looked at him. He was grinning as he drove her out to dinner in his idea of fetish wear.

"Tell him you are on a diet and only want his cum for dinner," the voice said.

Katie swallowed and spoke.

"Julian, I'm on a diet. I only want your cum for dinner."

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"Mind if I get a burger first?"

"Sure," Katie **** herself to smile.

She watched hungrily as Julian got a burger and fries at a drivethrough. The voice wouldn't let her eat. Her stomach gurgled.

Julian tossed the wrappers out the window and parked the car between the burger place and a gas station.

"Tell him you've always wanted to be facefucked in a backseat," the voice said.

"Hey," Katie spoke involuntarily. "I've always wanted to be facefucked in a backseat."

"Hot damn," Julian exclaimed. He slammed the door getting out and dropped his pants climbing back in. Katie followed slowly.

"Climb in on your knees and suck his cock," the voice said.

Katie got in the back of Julian's filthy car and crawled over the dirty floor, bruising her knees and scuffing her boots, to wrap her lips around the cock. It was warty and stunk to high heaven. Katie shuddered at the taste as her tongue swirled around the hard member.

Julian wrapped his greasy, ketchup stained fingers around Katie's head and started thrusting wildly. He pulled her hair carelessly as his thumbs sunk into Katie's cheeks.

He spurted quickly, the rancid fluid filling Katie's throat.

He sighed and lay back.

Katie sat on the dirty car floor, her leather miniskirt riding up..

"So," Julian asked. "Are we boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Tell him you don't deserve a man as good as him, but that he can use your dirty whore body any time he likes," the voice commanded.

"I don't deserve a man as good as you," Katie repeated numbly. "But you can use my dirty whore body any time you like."