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As told by Annie...
As I approached Paul's car I could see him already reclined in the front passenger seat, with his hands behind his head. His trousers and underwear were around his ankles, so his shaved cock and balls were on display, and his shirt was open, exposing his stomach and chest.
My husband, Charlie, was standing outside the car on the passenger side, with a ringside view through the open window.
I opened the driver's door wide and made a show of lifting my tight skirt to my waist, and slowly sliding my damp knickers down my legs and over my slutty platform shoes.
Leaving my skirt hitched, I sat in the driver's seat, knowing that my dripping pussy would leave a mark on the material. Then I pulled the neck of my t shirt down to expose my pert tits and stiff nipples. Paul wasn't allowed to touch, not this time, but I wanted him to have a good look.
I leaned towards Paul and carefully wrapped my sticky knickers around his balls and stiffening cock. I then curled my fingers around the hot, veiny shaft and began rhythmically pumping. It grew rock hard in my hand and, as I gripped tighter, pre-cum oozed from the bulbous head.
I wanked Paul harder and harder, faster and faster. Before long, I sensed he was close to cumming and I spoke the first words to pass between us "Spray your hot cum all over my hand, you big-cocked, dirty fucker". At which, Paul did exactly that. He let out a muffled groan and I watched the pulsating shaft spurt out the hot, sticky cream.
As Paul's orgasm subsided, I gradually slowed the pumping motion to a stop, and wiped my hand clean on the knickers, which were still wrapped tightly around his cock and balls.
"Thanks Paul," I said, "I'll leave you the knickers and the stain on the seat as a memento. Maybe next time you can return the favour and make me cum with your mouth"
He smiled and nodded, and I got out of the car.
As Charlie and I drove away, we glanced at one another. We didn't have to speak, we both knew we'd be fucking like rabbits as soon as we got home. | |||
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"We're not into random dogging, but we do like a bit of pre-arranged outdoor and car fun from time to time. This story is something we hope to do for real, just as soon as we find the right playmate
As told by Annie...
As I approached Paul's car I could see him already reclined in the front passenger seat, with his hands behind his head. His trousers and underwear were around his ankles, so his shaved cock and balls were on display, and his shirt was open, exposing his stomach and chest.
My husband, Charlie, was standing outside the car on the passenger side, with a ringside view through the open window.
I opened the driver's door wide and made a show of lifting my tight skirt to my waist, and slowly sliding my damp knickers down my legs and over my slutty platform shoes.
Leaving my skirt hitched, I sat in the driver's seat, knowing that my dripping pussy would leave a mark on the material. Then I pulled the neck of my t shirt down to expose my pert tits and stiff nipples. Paul wasn't allowed to touch, not this time, but I wanted him to have a good look.
I leaned towards Paul and carefully wrapped my sticky knickers around his balls and stiffening cock. I then curled my fingers around the hot, veiny shaft and began rhythmically pumping. It grew rock hard in my hand and, as I gripped tighter, pre-cum oozed from the bulbous head.
I wanked Paul harder and harder, faster and faster. Before long, I sensed he was close to cumming and I spoke the first words to pass between us "Spray your hot cum all over my hand, you big-cocked, dirty fucker". At which, Paul did exactly that. He let out a muffled groan and I watched the pulsating shaft spurt out the hot, sticky cream.
As Paul's orgasm subsided, I gradually slowed the pumping motion to a stop, and wiped my hand clean on the knickers, which were still wrapped tightly around his cock and balls.
"Thanks Paul," I said, "I'll leave you the knickers and the stain on the seat as a memento. Maybe next time you can return the favour and make me cum with your mouth"
He smiled and nodded, and I got out of the car.
As Charlie and I drove away, we glanced at one another. We didn't have to speak, we both knew we'd be fucking like rabbits as soon as we got home."Wow!! I would love to help you re-enact this. | |||
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