True Sex Stories: Public Places

I cried out in my car letting it echo against cold windows. My hand reached for anything and it found the freezing back window. It slowly slipped as I came as if I were being fucked in that back seat.

The first orgasm was at work and it was caused by text messages from her and him. They both were taunting me and pushing me to the brink of giving into my hedonistic ways. I hurried into the bathroom rubbing my clit with the sole mission of coming. I came with a shudder against the tile wall. I looked like a strung out junkie getting that one fix that was going to make it all better. But as many junkies, you always need more. One hit is never enough.

He continued to taunt me with filth, name-calling and dominance. I needed to hear his voice. I wanted to hear the words he spelled out to me from his very own lips.

I drove the wet and dark streets of Berkeley. I was in route to my lady friend's home for dinner. I parked in front of the house with the lights on and observed my surroundings. Twenty feet ahead was the ever so busy Ashby Street and cars whizzed by with random people walking by my car heading to the Bart Station. With the nearby commotion it was still very quiet where I was.

I pushed my seat back and looked through the moon roof at the tree that hovered above, protecting me from night skies. My phone rang and I knew who it was, it was him. I had coached myself not to drench the panties and jeans since I would have to make an appearance for dinner and did not want to do so with sex drenched clothes. The moment he started to speak to me my body immediately betrayed me and I grew wet. I didn't care, I was already lost in his trance and I would deal with those consequences later. All that mattered at that very moment was hearing him and taking every bit of him inside my mind.

"You are such a naughty girl sitting in front of your friend's house and talking with me," He whispered.

"I think you like that." I answered.

"I do. It's so bad and hot." He confessed.

His words filled my ears and came out from between my legs with the orgasms. The leather of the seat creaked as he hissed filth with frantic panic. I wanted every bit of him to consume me; it was a willing sacrifice to make.

He owned me.

He marked me.

He dominated me with a burning lust.

"Come for me," He quivered to his own build up.

I cried out in my car letting it echo against cold windows. My hand reached for anything and it found the freezing back window. It slowly slipped as I came as if I were being fucked in that back seat.

"I want to fuck you in that back seat and invite in anyone walking by. Open the door and have him greet you with his cock to your mouth." He described with grimy detail. "I'd fuck your cunt as he would come all over your face…"

I can't contain myself. I can't keep my clothes dry. I gush soaking my panties through to my jeans.

"I'm going to come," He gasped.

When he comes, I come and we are linked with a raging appetite for each other that does not seem to be sated with the endless phone conversations we have.

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