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By *D69 OP Man
5 weeks ago
Lowestoft |
Stella spent all day completing her tasks so the rest of the office could achieve their goals, nobody really noticed that if she didn’t do what she did, it would all cease to be one happy productive machine. They wouldn’t hit their targets, reach their goals, soak up the praise or reap the rewards they all believed to be gained by their efforts and theirs alone.
That powerless feeling combined with no recognition swam over her until she started feeling the need to suddenly get more air in, searching for deep full breaths, it felt as-if she was drowning in her own unimportance.
The knocking off clock hit the set me free hour, the alarm ringing started a tsunami of souls all frantically bustling past Stella as if she was a cardboard cut out of a person for them to push out of their path without even noticing the painted smile screaming “I’m here, I’m always fucking here.”
On the drive home Stella knew she was approaching the lay-by, ‘you know what type.’ Yes the lay-by, the dark, secluded one where people go for filthy fun!. This wasn’t her, she kept telling herself.
“I can’t it’s not me, it’s not for people like me. It’s for confident people.”
She got closer and closer, then at the very last second her wheels locked as she turned, screeching into the unknown.
Trees thick and full hid her car as it slowed down, looking around she could see nobody was there, feeling a little silly she wondered why she ever thought something like this would solve her problems.
Car parked, Stella was alone in the darkness, feeling a twinge of excitement, that arousal of the unknown she decided to stay for a while.
Keeping the interior light on Stella slowly climbed into the back, after negotiating with the back seats of her estate, eventually there was enough room for her to lay down.
On her back, her knees in the air, she pulled up her skirt, her eager fingers pulled her knickers to one side, she didn’t have to even think about getting wet she was already soaked, just the thought that the trees could see her had her pussy drenched.
Two fingers slid in with ease, teasing herself, pleasing herself a feeling of power began to fill her. This is what she was missing, this could start to fill the void.
Her fingers wouldn’t stop darting, wetter than ever before it felt as if her hand had met her pussy for the first time.
Gushing her cunt exploded, moaning in satisfaction her teeth began to bite into her lip, still in the unknown, still experimenting, this was her new place, she loved it she wanted more.
The darkness outside sharply lost its privacy, the sound of an engine churning made its way past, still laying in the back of her estate, lit up and exited, fingers still inside herself, she froze.
For a second she dare not move, the anticipation of what could happen drove her wild.
A car door opened once the engine stopped, her heart pounding, her body shaking, footsteps started sounding closer and closer.
A figure appeared outside the window, smiling at her the stranger said. “Don’t mind me luv.”
Her body reacted before she could even think, plunging deeper inside herself, rubbing, playing, she didn’t realise she could get so wet.
She loved the stranger watching, an audience for the soul that’s never seen, it felt like the hit of a strange new drug.
Sliding of her panties while lowering the window the stranger neared, putting her finger on her lips commanding him to be silent, she screwed up her damp knickers into a ball and placed them into his mouth.
Mumbles tried to escape him, inaudible words were discarded, the big bulge in his jeans spoke volumes. With her hands, her gestures she commanded him to watch.
With legs spread with, cunt glistening in the moonlight she put on a show, she liked controlling things, she loved his attention.
“Eat my pussy.”
Stella barely recognised her own voice as it left her mouth, its effect was soon recognised, the stranger was on all fours devouring her cunt.
At that moment she felt power, she felt alive. |
