New.

You know what kind of car you can get for about a grand, not bad but not great. Hopping out of the bus you head over to the massive new car mecha and start looking around. Several times you get the familiar, “Hello miss can I help you look at a new car.” Or something similar, but you blow them off while you walk from lot to lot looking at all the new shiny cars. Eventually you find something you want to test drive, a black Mazda Miata. It just oozes cool, cute and sporty, perfect car for a slutty little punk like yourself. Walking into the dealership office that handles the Mazda business you look around a little and find a late twenties guy with short dark hair, not bad looking, a little chunky, and best of all staring at him for nearly ten minutes while he talks on the phone, you don't see the slightest hint of any kind of glow. Walking over you set the cracker box on the floor and plop down on a swiveling seat and start slowly spinning left and right while he talks to a customer on the phone.

Finally he finishes the call and as he is returning the handset to the receiver he looks you over and asks, “Can I help you?”

“I want to take that little black Miata out for a spin.”

“Of course, all I need is your drivers license and proof of insurance.”

You open your purse and pull the license saying, “No insurance, this is my first car.”

“Oh, really?” He asks obviously a tad surprised. “Well that isn't a problem. I'll just run your credit and see where we stand. Then I am sure I can help you out. Will your parents be co-signing a loan?”

With that you decide to ham it up a bit as his question instantly made you a bit homesick and you got a nice tear welling up. “No, I don't have any parents.”

This hits him by surprise and he instantly feels like an asshole, “Oh my god. I am so sorry I shouldn't have asked that. Umm. I'll be right back, let me go talk to financing. Just a sec.” Your question clearly made him want to run, and he is gone back into the bowels of the office quick as he can. Just sitting there spinning you watch all the people walking around looking for any sign of a glow. Everyone here seems to be either human or masking it better than you can detect. He comes back about ten minutes later and says, “Well it seems you do have a good credit score after all. Umm. I didn't mean it like that. Hell. Can we just start over I am so sorry.” He wipes his hands on his side, “Hi, my name is Alex. Would you like to take a car out for a test drive?”

Taking his hand you shake it and say, “Candy. Nice to meet you Alex. Let's go drive that Miata.”

As he shakes your hand you realize suddenly that he is really into you. He is nervous as hell because he thinks you are hot and wants nothing more right now than to fuck the shit out of you. A big grin forms on your face, causing him to smile as well. Gulping he says, “Right away, I already grabbed a plate and the key. Come with me miss.” Scooping up the box of crackers you follow close behind with a bit of a skip in your step, suddenly very happy to be looked at with such desire.

The test drive is exhilarating. Not the fastest car in the world, sure, but with the top down it is fast and really fun. You drive all around with him giving a few pointers of a good direction to turn till finally you spot a little pond off to the side of the road with a boat dock that is completely desolate and pull in to turn around and head back. Not realizing what you are doing is so innocent, he suddenly asks, “What are you going in here for? You wouldn't be trying to get me alone would you?” He asks almost as if willing it to be the truth.

“Well actually I was just turning around.” You say with a little laugh. “But now that you mention it, I really do think I want this car, and if you can help make that happen, maybe... um... I dunno.”

He leans over and gives you a kiss, grabbing your head in his big hand as he does. You push him off with a giggle and hop out of the car. He is out in a flash and both of you walk around the back of the car, meeting in the middle. “You are so hot.” He says as he is on you again, basically picking you up to give you another passionate kiss that actually makes your heart flutter a bit. He reaches down and unbuckles his pants. Then reaches up to push up your shirt, gripping hold of your perky little breasts and pinching your nipples. “Oh, I have never felt pierced nipples. Did it hurt?”

“No, not at all.” You answer, kissing him and holding onto his shoulders, lifting your legs, you lock them behind his back to hold yourself up. He presses forward and uses the back of the car for leverage. His hands then slip down and open your pants, a finger brushing your pierced little clit. “Ya that one didn't hurt either.” You say into his mouth, answering before he bothers to ask.

“You are so fucking hot.” He says panting, pulls a condom from his pocket, and tries to rip it open. Taking it from him you bite the corner of the package and rip it open. Taking it out you reach down and push it onto his cock while he leans in for another kiss.

Once you have it on, you push his head back and ask, “So I like don't have a job, but I got like $2000 to put down, you can work it out right?” As you finish the question you reach down, grip his cock, and guide it into your pussy. “Oooohhhh. That is so.... ooooh I wasn't expecting. Oh my.” He pushes forward and into you. You bite his lip as he mashes you into the car, burying his cock into your pussy. “That is so good.” You say between gasping breaths. You grip his shoulder with one hand, and reach back to hold onto the car with the other. “Oh ya fuck me harder.” You yell as you toss your head back in ecstasy.

“So tight.” He grunts finally after fucking you with little noise other than heavy breathing. Moments after saying that he grips your tits hard, mashes forward, and lets his seed fly. As it goes he grunts, “Huuh, huuh, huuh.” Shudders a few times sort of pumping forward but not really. Spent he pulls back and stumbles back a step, a full condom hanging from his dick like a little water balloon. “You don't have a job.” He asks, still panting, standing there, pants around his ankles.

Slipping off of the car you step forward into him and yank off the condom. “Nope. I want the car. I have a down payment. What do you care if it get's repossessed in a couple of months?”

“When I try to run the credit it won't...” He stops talking as he watches you slowly pull up the condom, lift it in the air, and slurp down the sticky blob like it was candy. “I'll make it work.” He says finally as you lick your lips and wipe a lingering drop with your sexy little finger.

“We should head back.” You say with a giggle, yank up your pants, and run around to hop in the passenger seat. “Come on dude. You know the way. Drive!” Laughing all the while.

“Right away.” He says with a smile, and hops in the drivers seat. The two of you don't say much of anything on the ride back, which doesn't take long. He fills out the paperwork, while you sit there in the chair spinning happily, practically glowing from your happy little fuck. Not an orgasm you guess, but still pretty damn nice. Finally he looks up from the work and says, “Ok, sign here. I put you work as a waitress making $20,000 a year. If you keep making the payments, the bank won't ever check further. So what are you some kind of **** dealer or something?”

Laughing you answer, “Why would you ask that?”

“I saw what you have in the cracker box while you were driving, it isn't exactly a secure way to transport it ya know.”

“Oh shit I left it in the car didn't I?” You ask laughing. “Oh well it is my car now.” You finish after signing the paperwork. “I am between jobs at the moment, that's all.”

Once that is all finished he hands you the keys, your license, a bottle of champagne, and a baseball cap with the Mazda logo on it. “Well here you go. I used the address on the license, that is your address right? I suppose I should have asked.”

Looking at the license you realize you never even noticed. “I have an address don't I?” You sort of ask, thinking out loud.

“What was that?” He asks back concerned.

“Never mind.” Leaning in you bite him on the lower lip, then suck on his tongue as he opens his mouth to protest. “I am sure I will be back.” Saying that totally shuts him up and he stands there staring silently at you till you are out the door and in the seat of your new car. “Fuck I wonder if that is my address. I might have a house.” Looking at the address you see it ends in apt. A. “Well an apartment anyway.” Throwing the car in drive you can't help but think just leaving the city all together as you have a full tank of gas is a much better idea.