Back Seat Banging

I nod, as I place my arms upon his chest, and I find my head nodding along with what I agreed to; I find the idea erotic, yet all the same something I just want to get it over with. Much to my surprise, I'd have to admit I've been looking forward to it. "I'm yours ... Come, and claim your reward." I moved to open the back door, pulling him in, watching as he followed me in, unhesitatingly going after his true goal. I casually lay myself down on the back seat, and pulled him along with me, though he hardly needed the encouragement. His zipper quickly came undone, along with his belt, and with it, his rock-hard member bounced out swiftly from them, jumping out almost as fast as he had to the possibility to come.

With his prize in hand and willing, he moved confidently forward, going onto his knees when he reached the back seat. Within movements, he rubbed his cock upon my shaved mound, grabbing me by the hair with his right hand, roughly pulling my head up and one side. I moaned softly, my naked and exposed body readily orgasming as his body pressed against mine. My body surprised me then, my legs splayed wild before them, as desire swooped through me fiercely before his cock even impaled itself inside me. I gasp, my breath swiftly growing ragged, which only grew worse as he played with me, casually rubbing his cock upon me, as desire filled me, now not even taking a pause as several young men walked past his car, staring wide-eyed as they passed by. I moaned again, my mind seemingly growing **** for him to use me, and I cried out, "Take me, please! I want you to ... I need you! Please, just fuck me! Claim me, your Praise!" I could hear people laughing at my words, but my concern for how public this was must have evaporated; only the desire. to be taken, to be had, remained.

His expression, already filled with confidence, now flared with smug satisfaction, enjoying what he had put me through, and I moan loudly now, primal and full of need. He rubbed my breast with his left hand, playfully grasping it, roughly playing with it, and driving my pleasure swiftly higher with it. I gasped loudly, my breath now rapid, my cries of lust and pleasure filling the air around us, as my mind focused only on the pleasures before me; my inhibitions disappeared, and no longer impelled to be silent to keep our public act from prying eyes. I orgasmed again, even harder than before, as I found myself growing practically **** for him to use, and even **** me, openly and before whoever may notice, and all the while he simply played with me, rubbing himself upon my pussy lips.

I was vaguely aware of people walking by, going in and out, and some stopping and staring at me, perhaps even snapping photos of me, naked before them, and actively engaged in erotic pleasures, though my mind simply paid it no mind; all my mind seem to care about was being claimed for his pleasures; either due to how pleasurable it was or to fulfilling an obligation. Either way, it was all I sought out and paid heed to. I heard myself begging him to claim me, and yet my only thought seem to compel him to use me.

After what felt like an eternity of play he finally went for it; then did he press his cock into my shaved mound, and I cried out, "AAHHHHHHahhhhhhh YEaaaaaaEEEAAAAA FFFFFFUUUUUUUuuuuuuckk AHAHhhhhahhhAH...", before falling back to primal moans, as I climaxed from just his member entering my body, my folds so wet he simply slipt in, easily stretching my body with his rock hard member, taking himself deep into me. With that, he starts to slowly thrust into me, each thrust easily driving ever deeper than the last as my body went overboard, shooting orgasms at seemingly regular intervals. I moaned loudly, my cries primal and savage, the whole time feeling his right hand pulling hard on my head, bending my head to one side, my body helpless to him as he proceeded to use me for his pleasure. I lay there, doing my best to hold myself in place, his forceful thrusts shoving me backward, my head bouncing softly against the side of the car. I felt him using me, my mind unable to think about anything else other than the desire for him to keep doing it. I saw people walk past, going by in both directions, but cared not a bit just then; Not even his tight hold on my head, yanking me to one side, bothered me. I just wanted him to take me. I moaned between rough breaths, loudly crying out to all, and not caring if people stopped and stared. I felt his left hand, gasping and squeezing at my breast, pressing weight down upon me, and it just drove me to further on.

By now, he was shoving himself deep into me, each trust smashing his balls against me, pushing me backward each time, though my body moved back as he pulled out. I lay there, doing my best to simply stay in place, helpless before him, and all the while loving every bit of it. Just then, his speed swiftly increased, now pounding me like a piston, roughly pounding me roughly in his back seat, never slacking in his forcefulness, either in his thrusts or the iron-like hold he had upon my head. I cried out loudly, loud as I could, as he plowed me. I orgasmed hard as he claimed me, again and again, as he used and abused me then, not caring in the slightest, my mind nearly registering when people walked by, and only noticed my pleasure. I climaxed hard as his load exploded deep into me, feeling it paint deep within me, and loving the feeling. He continued to pump himself deep into me, unleashing more of his cum into me, his speed hardly slacking until every drop was deposited within me. Only then did he slow down and stop, my breath ragged in my ears.

I saw him standing over me, the pleasure he felt clear on his face, and as he pulled himself out of me, I felt the emptiness he left behind ... that, and the cum he deposited deep within me. He looked me over, holding me there for several seconds before letting go of my head. I gaspt, bringing my neck to one side and feeling a few pops as I regained my full range of motion. I watched, as if in a daze, as he put his outfit back into place with casual confidence in his every movement. Without saying a word, he casually moved into the driver's seat, buckling himself in casually, as if he hadn't just bedded someone in the back seat of his convertible. Only then did my mind see we had a crowd watching us, along with yet more walking by, their eyes all wide, with shock and pleasure prominently displayed upon their faces.

I managed to get up, still craning my neck, and managed to bring myself deftly into the front seat, swiftly buckling myself into place, the seatbelt once more gliding tightly between my breasts. With that, we were off. It did not take us long to get back to the condo, though this time he parked outside, near where everyone could see from the ground floor and, it would appear, the public areas outside. I undid my seat belt and moved to step out of the car, only to feel his hand gasp strongly to my wrist.