My Filthy Car Park Adventure
just looking at this photo takes me straight back to that deliciously dirty afternoon years ago. I was working from home, feeling restless and horny as hell, when I arranged a no-strings lunchtime meet with a guy I’d been chatting to online. The dress? This exact one — a tight, shimmering dark grey number with a deep plunging zip front that barely contained my tits and a ruched side that hugged every curve. Underneath? Nothing but sheer black stockings, a lacy suspender belt, and my bare, already-wet pussy. No knickers. Just the thrill of knowing I was one zip away from being completely exposed.
I drove to this quiet forest car park we’d agreed on, heart pounding, nipples hard against the sparkly fabric. His car was already there. We got out, exchanged a few heated words, and then — fuck, it happened so fast. He grabbed me, spun me around, and bent me right over the bonnet of his car. The metal was warm from the sun against my stomach. He yanked my dress up around my waist in one rough motion, exposing my arse and the tops of my stockings “Jesus, look at you,”
I didn’t even have time to answer. He freed his thick cock, rubbed the fat head up and down my soaking slit once, and then slammed into me balls-deep in a single hard thrust. I gasped, gripping the bonnet as he started pounding me. Hard. Fast. Relentless. The sound of his hips slapping against my arse echoed through the trees — wet, filthy smacks. My tits were spilling out of the low zip, bouncing wildly with every brutal stroke.
He fucked me like he owned me. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip so hard I knew I’d have bruises. My pussy was creaming all over his shaft, dripping down my thighs onto the suspender straps. I came so fucking hard — a sudden, shattering orgasm that made my legs shake and my cunt clamp down on him like a vice. I moaned loud enough that I’m shocked no one heard us. Then he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. A massive, thick cream pie. Jet after jet of hot cum flooding deep inside me, so much that it was already leaking out around his cock before he’d even finished pulsing. He stayed buried for a few seconds, twitching, then pulled out with a wet pop. Cum immediately started running down my inner thighs, soaking into the lace tops of my stockings.
He zipped up, gave my arse a quick slap, and was back in his car and gone in under a minute. Just as another car pulled into the far end of the car park. My heart was racing. I could feel his load still pouring out of me as I quickly adjusted my dress and slid into my own car, thighs sticky, pussy throbbing and leaking.
I had to stop at the supermarket on the way home. Walking around the aisles with another man’s cum dripping down my legs, soaking my stockings, was one of the sluttiest feelings I’ve ever had. Every step made more of it ooze out. I could smell sex on myself. My face was flushed, my hair messy, and I’m sure anyone who looked twice could tell I’d just been used like a cheap whore over a car bonnet. I made it home, stripped off, and fingered his cum deeper into my messy cunt while I replayed every second of it. Still one of my favourite risky fucks ever.
