Opervavional Pounding

I do my best to smile, Stealing a glace inside his car, noting them staring back my way. I quickly turn my gaze back to the driver, my smile aimed squarely his way. Knowing this may be my only chance, I find myself nodding my head softly, "Yes, of course ... Whatever you ask.", to which a naughty grin formed on his face, He walked toward me slowly, looking my naked body over closely now, grabbing ahold of my best in one squeezed it as he gave it a squeeze, even as our eyes stay looked.

"Very good then ... lean forward on the hood of my car then, Slut. "He paused, waiting, my mind still catching up with what was going on. He grabbed ahold of my hair in his right hand, his tone louder, harsher now, "I said get on the hood, Slut. " I nodded apologetically, suddenly moving swiftly to comply, leaning over onto the hood, my legs spreading naturally wide. He clicked his tongue, my gaze now aimed right at the car's occupants, clearly enjoying the show. I let out a moan, harsh to my ears, as he grasps a hand on my waist, his zipper casually being planned. I cried out again, louder, between quick breaths, as his cock playfully rubbed across my shaved mound and clit. I moaned aloud, my eyes suddenly welling with tears, as I pressed my body again his. He chucked again, playing with me, his right hand stroking my head, running through my hair, his left on my waist and ass. "That's a good Fuck Whore .... such soft skin too."

I gasped loudly as he pulled back on my head, using my hair to yank at me. I feel his cock plunging into me, just a few inches at first, but each thrust drove him in deeper, "Yea, that's it. Submit to my will. Such a tight slut. Yea, just like that." he called out, taking his time, using my body casually for his own ends, enjoying the expected pleasures. I let out a loud, primal cry as I orgasmed, willing my body to push back against his. I felt him stretching my insides with each pounding, driving himself deeper with each thrust. I organized before them, surprised to hear a car horn, as someone clearly enjoyed what they saw as they drove by, giving a thumbs up as they passed.

My breath raspy, I let out an uneven cry as he took me, his left hand tightly grinding onto me as he used me. I found myself quite enjoying him using me then, my orgasms growing ever more frequent as he pounded me. "Ahhh ahhhh AAAUHHHHHHahhh". I call out, loudly, as his balls finally smash into my pussy, doing my best to remain still, my body rocking forward and back with each thrust. I feel someone slap my ass, and I manage a glance at a woman, giggling as she walked by, clearly enjoying my predicament. I felt him pounding me, claiming me roughly before then, just as much a show for whom may see as a sex act, as if making a statement to the world. Not that I cared, of course; I just wanted him to. keep using me, as overwhelmed my mind completely. Any thoughts of work, getting back to it, and everything else, evaporated as a desire for more pleasure, even like this, was all that I could focus on.

I moaned loud again, louder and louder, my breath raspy to even my ears, as he pounded me openly, my naked body his alone. Just then, his speed increased, quickly nailing me harshly and quickly, like a drill on overdrive. I called out, loud and deep, almost primal, as he sought to use me. I climaxed just as his loud exploding deep within me, my body willing and waiting, even as he unleashed yet more into me, his last few thrusts were less forward full, slower, as he made sure he got every drop into me. He chuckled again, "Yess, I'm sure you'd do just fine, Slut.

Without preamble, he yanked me up, pulling me along by a vice-like grip on my left arm. I found myself, still breathing deeply, being brought to the back door. He opened it with his free hand, before shoving me forward. I gasp, in surprise, as I find myself being rushed into the back seat. I found myself in a sitting position, on my knees, and before one of the passengers. I looked, finding an aroused man before me, his hand rubbing through my hair, as the driver got in and started the engine.

Even as the passenger stroked a hand through my hair, and the car started into motion, I find myself wondering what I got myself into ...