Perfect sex in the car

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That day, I picked you up from work. I rolled down the car window and watched you emerge from the building, wearing a trench coat over a shirt, stockings, and high heels. You chuckled, walked to the car, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, opening your mouth to say something.

Then you put something in my mouth and made a shushing gesture. Then you opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Yes, it was your soaking wet lace panties. They were just the right size in my mouth to prevent me from speaking, but not too full. The slightly pungent smell instantly made my penis erect. I started the car and drove back, glancing at you in the rearview mirror from time to time.

You leaned back lazily in the back seat, your hands covering your genitals, but your thick pubic hair was still faintly visible even without the panties. Hmm, and there was a vibrator, the indicator light flashing. You were still smiling, but your expression was twitching slightly. I knew you were close to your next orgasm. Just as you crossed your legs, in that instant, oh my god, I even saw the two red ropes in your groin.

Yes, red ropes. Under my guidance, you've become quite adept at performing turtle shell bondage on your own. In the half hour before leaving work, you hid in the bathroom, stripped naked, took out ropes from your handbag, and made yourself a beautiful turtle shell bondage, then neatly put your stockings, shirt, and jacket back on. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were no different from before, except for a hint of wantonness in your eyes. At the last moment, you hesitated slightly, then took off your lace panties again. They were soaking wet from the vibrator's attack. You brought them to your nose and smelled them, even licking them to taste your own sweat, fragrance, and, more importantly, the lewd smell.

You didn't even put them back in your bag, but held them arrogantly in your hand, a victorious smile on your face, and strode away, heading downstairs to where I was waiting.

You crossed your legs more and more frequently, your body tense, your hands pressing desperately against your groin and clitoris. The feeling of orgasm was building little by little, but you still tried to hold back your moans. It was so hard to hold back; you could no longer maintain your smile, and your face contorted with embarrassment.

I couldn't speak because my mouth was stuffed with underwear, so I quickly typed a few words on my phone and handed it to you:

"Take your hands off, spread your legs, unbutton your clothes, and moan." Seeing my command, you hesitated for a moment, then felt a pang of shame, but you could only obey. As soon as you spread your legs, your previously barely visible genitals were exposed to me:

the vibrator was working at maximum speed, your juices were already flowing out, soaking a large area of the cushion. Your desire had reached its peak; your clitoris was already engorged with blood, breaking through the barrier, standing tall and tinged with a hint of red.

You did as I instructed, unbuttoning your shirt, one, two, three buttons. By the fifth button, your nipples were already prominent—yes, nipples. You'd even taken off your bra, or were you not wearing one at all? You really are a slut, or do you know this will give me greater pleasure? Your nipples, engorged and the size of large bayberries, stood proudly erect on your chest. Yes, proudly erect. Such a scene is rare. Usually, they sag naturally due to their size, but today, a perfect turtle-shell bondage had lifted them all up, making them so proud.

I have to admire your skill; your self-bondage looks better than mine. The positioning and pressure are perfect. Usually, when I do it, it's either too loose or too tight; I can't fully control the pressure. But you can control it perfectly because you're on your own body; you can completely follow your own feelings. It's like masturbation; women are more likely to achieve orgasm through masturbation because they know their erogenous zones and their needs.

I silently admired you in the rearview mirror, but my heart was already pounding, my cock throbbing painfully. Hmm, I should release it. I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out of my underwear, and even gave it a few strokes. It was already very sensitive; those few strokes almost made me ejaculate. I quickly stopped, trying to calm myself down. "You slut, daring to seduce me, see how I play with you. I don't want to reach orgasm so early," I thought viciously.

I parked the car on the side of the road. Since it was past rush hour, there weren't many cars on the road, only one or two occasionally whizzing past behind and speeding away into the distance. I pulled the underwear out of my mouth and threw it aside. You started this game, but the initiative should be mine. Only I can decide how the game should be played.

"Take off your clothes, kneel down, bitch," I commanded you. You showed intense joy yet a hint of trepidation—joy at actively participating in the game you created and being commanded, trepidation at not knowing what would happen next. But without hesitation, you followed my orders and took off your trench coat and shirt, kneeling earnestly in the center of the back seat, leaving only your stockings and 12cm super high heels.

"Yes, yes, I was right. Your skills are getting more and more exquisite, much better than I can imagine. Today, you added a few more knots to the turtle shell binding in the middle, and you used three strands of rope under your breasts to perfectly show off those magnificent breasts. If you tied another knot at the clitoris, it would be even more comfortable to rub against it when you walk. Maybe you didn't think of that because you have a vibrator," I silently commented in my mind. My eyes remained fixed on you without uttering a sound. Your intense pleasure slowly disappeared under my scrutiny, gradually turning into a hint of fear.

But you were not timid, still kneeling upright in the center of the seat, the vibrator in your vagina still working diligently, your breasts standing proudly erect. I knew that at this moment you really wanted me to come over and suck on your large, blood-filled nipples, like bayberries. They were itchy, and you were impatient, but how could I let you have them so easily? "Slap!" I slapped your left breast, leaving a faint five-finger mark. "Was it good, you bitch?" "Yes!" Even though you gasped in pain, you still answered without hesitation.

"Where does it feel good?" I slapped you again.

"Your pussy."

"Where?"

"My cunt."

"Then scream.

" "Ah..." You let out a long scream, releasing all the desire you had been holding back all day. You had been thinking about this all day, holding back all day, not uttering a sound for so long in the car, just to seduce me for this moment.

"I want it," you blurted out.

"What do you want?

" "I want your cock." "

What?

" "Fuck me.

" "What?

" "Fuck me

." "I can't hear

you."

"I want you to fuck me." "Louder." "I want your big cock to fuck me.

" "Louder."

"I want your big cock to fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck me to death, master." "Ah, please, I can't take it anymore." With each question, I slapped you, one on each of your breasts, leaving five deep finger marks each time. Finally, you cried out in pain, almost sobbing.

What you couldn't bear wasn't my slaps, but the pleasure. I touched your crotch with my hand; it was wet, my entire palm was soaked, still dripping. Your sobs revealed a painful yet pleasurable joy, so you orgasmed.

"You orgasmed so quickly? This isn't what I wanted." I held my wet palm up to your face. You looked at your own cum, a hint of shyness on your face. "Lick it clean," I commanded. Without the slightest hesitation, you licked every drop of my juices from my palm to every finger clean, just like a real bitch, as meticulously as you lick my penis during oral sex. Oh, yes, my penis, hard as iron, is ready for you, you slut, to serve it. I changed positions, placing my feet on the driver and passenger seats respectively, and brought my penis to your mouth: "Lick, bitch." You looked at my erect, veiny penis, your eyes shining again, not at all like a woman who had just orgasmed.

Despite your excitement, you weren't in a hurry. Your eyes were fixed on me, your tongue licking the tip of my penis. You slowly opened your lips and enveloped it, all the way to the base, but you weren't satisfied. You used your hands to protect my buttocks, pulling me towards your body with all your might, and forcefully pressing your tongue against my penis. I could feel my glans already touching your throat—a perfect deep throat. What was remarkable was that you could still look up at me in this position. At this moment, you were at your most wanton, and most attractive to me.

You tried your best to maintain this position because you knew I felt very comfortable in this state. Yes, I felt very comfortable. Besides the moment of ejaculation, was there anything more comfortable than this? No. I almost ejaculated in your mouth. Perhaps that was what you wanted too much; you wanted my semen to shoot out so you could swallow it completely. Yes, swallow it. You're no longer the person who disliked the taste of semen. Now you like the taste, you want to eat it, and then wag your tail in front of me for my reward.

Will I let you have your way? No. I stare at you, seeing who gives in first. I know this position isn't comfortable for you, and you can't hold on for long.

You're really putting in the effort, holding on for several minutes without showing any signs of letting go. Since you're so lewd, let me give you one more push. I hold your head tightly and press it against my penis with all my might. This is your limit; you can no longer stare at me with your eyes, but I don't care anymore. Let's see who can hold on the longest. You gradually loosen your grip; you're about to give up, but I still won't let go. After all, you love sucking my penis, so if you're going to suck, suck it all! Haha.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, I released my hands, and you immediately spat my penis out of your mouth, causing you to cough violently. Saliva and some semen clung to the corners of your mouth, bubbling and forming a thin thread that connected to my glans. You should know, this is another time when you most reveal your lewdness, which I enjoy. You no longer cared about anything else; the violent coughing seemed to have exhausted your strength, or perhaps it's just your nature. Finally, you stopped coughing, looking at me with a hint of resentment. Was I too rough? Right now, isn't that exactly what you want? Gentleness won't solve anything for you. I know you too well; I can see everything from your body. "Want more?" I asked with a smile. You shook your head, but the resentment was gone, replaced by a sense of satisfaction. You stuck out your tongue to eat the remaining liquid from the corners of your mouth, then gently took my penis into your mouth, savoring its taste and its firmness.

Your licking was so gentle, the pressure was just right for me. Although it wasn't long, I was on the verge of climaxing. Enjoying this tranquility, my impulse slowly subsided. Yes, I didn't want this game to end so quickly. My slut, my bitch, had already had one orgasm, but one isn't enough. You want two, three, four, or even more. I know you're never satisfied, until you've exhausted your last bit of strength. I leaned down and

looked closely at the woman beneath me, a surge of tenderness welling up inside me. This woman, my wife, in public she's a virtuous wife and mother, a career woman, but in front of me she's my slut, my bitch, willing to fulfill all my fantasies and desires. Of course, I think you're satisfied too. From the first time we made love, the first time we gave each other oral sex, the first time we chatted naked, the first time we bonded… under my guidance, you gradually accepted, became familiar with, and even became obsessed with all of this. You're doing it better and better. Today you even took the initiative to guide me in playing this little game. Hehe, it gave me quite a surprise. I gently stroked your hair, and you seemed to sense my affection. You looked up at me tenderly, nuzzling your cheek against the back of my hand. I knew you understood my thoughts. We were always so in sync.

"Lie down in the back seat," I whispered. You lay down obediently, stretching out as much as possible and making enough room for me. I felt satisfied; you now knew what I was going to do, and the expectation in your eyes said it all. Yes, you were right. Now I was going to love you properly and give you your second climax of the day.

Your breasts were already bright red from my slaps in front of you. I slapped you dozens of times, each slap heavy, punitive. Although I knew your masochistic nature would only make you more excited than painful—that first climax proved it all—seeing this crimson "work" now made me feel uncomfortable and regretful. I stuck out my tongue and licked your breast. "Mmm," you groaned. "Does it hurt?" "A little." I lessened the pressure and speed, gently wetting your breast several times before taking your nipple into my mouth.

"Mmm," you groaned loudly, but this time I knew it wasn't pain, it was pleasure.

I gradually increased the intensity of my kisses, and your groans grew louder. I believed that after the previous caresses and licking, the pain in your breasts was almost negligible; all you could feel was pleasure.

When I bit your left nipple with my teeth and squeezed your right nipple hard with my right hand, "Oh!" your body arched suddenly, your hands pressing down on my head. Your swollen breasts almost suffocated me. Your frenzy infected me; I just wanted to bury myself in your soft flesh and never separate from you.

Having savored your nipples enough, my tongue circled downwards, reaching your vulva. The vibrator was still vibrating vigorously at its highest frequency. A machine is a machine; if you don't let it stop, it'll always be working. The red string had already slipped out from your buttocks, wedged in the crevice, soaked with your juices. I pulled the red string back to its original position, took out the vibrator, and turned it off. I carefully examined your opening, your vulva, your cunt.

Yes, this is a cunt, without a doubt. Look how wet it is; your clitoris has already broken through the barrier, standing erect, waiting for me to caress it, to kiss it. The vibrator had just been taken out, and your labia hadn't even had time to close. I could clearly see the tender flesh inside opening and closing, as if inviting my penis to tighten around it, to rub against it. But at this moment, I didn't want to get started; that should be saved for the final frenzy.

I knelt before you, my tongue parting your labia, moving slowly and then faster, my soft yet powerful tongue occasionally curling up to push into your vaginal opening. Your moans grew louder, your left hand involuntarily kneading your breasts, while your right hand pressed against your clitoris, as if telling me it needed it.

Of course, I knew you wanted it there too, wanted my tongue to lick and suck it. But I preferred to see your own eagerness. When my tongue didn't come, you stopped pressing and started rubbing, the speed increasing. I knew you were close to climax, so I grabbed your right breast with my right hand and removed your hand from your clitoris with my left, licking it with the tip of my tongue. With a soft "Ah!", your moans turned into moans of pleasure. You arched your body as far back as you could, but the car door blocked your way, so you could only keep raising your body, pressing your hands against my head, repeatedly shouting, "Push harder, push harder, don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming. Coming..." Yes, as a stream of vaginal fluid flowed from your vagina, your whole body convulsed, and your second orgasm arrived.

After resting for a while and recovering, I held you. "Was that good, darling?" "Mmm." "Want more?" "Yes." "Then how about your solo act next?" You hesitated slightly, but nodded firmly.

With your permission, I quickly took out new rope and stockings from my handbag. I inserted the vibrator into your vagina and the stockings into your mouth. I re-tied you up in a turtle shell shape, but this time I used a red rope to strangle your vulva, putting one end of the rope in your mouth and ordering you to bite it.

I sat in the middle of the back seat, looking at you, my bitch, what kind of state are you in? You were bound hand and foot, leaning against the edge of the driver's and passenger's seats. Your mouth was stuffed with stockings to prevent you from making a sound, and you were also biting one end of the rope. Your legs were spread wide open in front of me, your slutty cunt dripping with lustful fluid, and most importantly, a vibrator was inserted into it. What a wanton woman! Yet, the stockings and high heels on your feet revealed that not long ago you were a model office lady. It was an extremely lewd scene, and I was so mesmerized that I didn't come back to my senses for a long time. I silently turned on the vibrator, setting the vibration to its lowest setting. You still couldn't help but shudder, almost falling off my seat. Then you realized that you had to maintain this position to keep your balance.

I leaned up a bit and even took off my pants so you could see my still-erect penis. Sure enough, when you saw it, your eyes lit up even brighter—the look of a slut at a penis, a look of longing, a look of wanting to be fucked. I saw your mouth move slightly. That's right, the harder you pull, the tighter the rope becomes, and the greater the pleasure. Tighter, tighter still.

I kept increasing the frequency of the vibrator. As the stimulation intensified, you kept moving your mouth, and the rope tightened even more, now reaching inside your vagina. Your vaginal fluid kept flowing out, wetting the new red rope.

Seeing this, I couldn't take it anymore. I turned the vibrator to the maximum, threw the remote aside, and started stroking my penis. I think this was quite a stimulation for you too, even though I've described it to you and shown you pictures, you've hardly ever seen me masturbate. Sure enough, seeing this, you started making "ooh" sounds, your mouth contorted from the force. You began to slowly sway your hips, making the red rope tighten even more. Your swaying became more and more pronounced, and I was afraid you'd fall off, but you didn't seem to care; you were focused on the impending climax.

With each "ooh," you finally loosened the rope in your mouth, panting heavily, your juices flowing down the rope. I knew your third climax had arrived.

After three climaxes, you looked a little tired, but your gaze towards my penis remained firm and yearning. Now it's my turn to fuck you, you thought. I draped my trench coat over you, helped you lie down on the back seat, and put away the vibrator and stockings, leaving only the red rope around your body. You couldn't help but show a hint of doubt. As I pulled up my pants and opened the back door, you couldn't resist grabbing my hand, your other hand slowly groping my crotch and stroking my erect penis. Looking into my eyes, you

said, word by word, "Fuck my cunt, with your big cock, my master." I was stunned, my blood rushing, and I almost couldn't resist pulling down my pants and pounced on you. "Cunning cunt, cunt," I murmured the word. This was the first time I'd heard it from your mouth. Just today, after being whipped, given oral sex, and masturbating to orgasm three times, you'd abandoned your last shred of shame and begged your master for pleasure. A true slut, a bitch in heat, that's you, a sex slave wife slutty to the bone.

Your stroking hand gradually softened. My penis, hard for so long, was already throbbing, forcing me to bend over slightly to ease the discomfort. You immediately sensed it; your hand slowly changed from stroking to gently caressing, which made me feel much more relaxed. This was the tacit understanding we had developed over the years—a glance, a slight movement, and you knew what to do next, obediently assuming the position and waiting for my attack. I didn't penetrate you as you expected, decisively pushing your hand away: since you so shamelessly craved orgasm, how could I so easily grant your wish? At least I would make it more intense, more violent, and more unforgettable.

I restarted the car and drove into the night. This wasn't the way home, but you didn't ask any questions, nor did you show any panic. I thought, as long as I was by your side, wherever I took you, you would feel at ease. Recalling everything that had just happened, I felt like I was in a dream. Although we had similar behaviors and sexual fantasies before, we had never combined them, especially today's game, which you had initiated.

Back when we first touched your genitals on the playground, you ignored me for three whole days. Compared to you today, you actively begged me to fuck your cunt with my cock until you died of pleasure... I couldn't help but feel a little smug, and I almost laughed out loud. But then I noticed you lying quietly on the back seat with your eyes closed, not moving at all. I quickly shut up. My aroused cock reminded me that this was just the calm before the storm, and I should let you rest for a bit.

I don't know how much time had passed when a soft moan drifted from behind me. Though barely audible, I still caught it. I turned around and saw you: curled up in the corner like a kitten, your left hand tightly gripping the red rope, making your breasts stand out even more, their redness almost dripping with blood from the rope's pull; your right hand holding the end of the vibrating egg, trying your best to push it deeper and deeper into your vagina, until it reached your very core; your legs tightly pressed together, rubbing against each other, your eyes still closed, your teeth biting your lip to stifle any sound. Yes, how could you possibly sleep at a time like this? You must be fantasizing, fantasizing about where I'd take you next, fantasizing about how I'd play with you, fantasizing about your orgasm. Yes, that must be it. Overwhelmed by passion, you finally couldn't resist anymore, secretly entertaining yourself in the back seat, afraid I'd find out.

After a half-hour drive, we finally arrived at my destination. This is a small hilltop not far from the city, but despite its proximity, it's utterly desolate, rarely visited, especially on a night like this. But for what I'm about to do, this place is perfect. My slut, my bitch, no matter how loud you bark, no one will hear you here. Isn't this what you've always wanted?

I parked the car, switched the high beams to low beams, changed to an incredibly arousing CD, turned the stereo up to full volume, then got out, opened the back door, and gently picked you up. Ah, I felt you tremble, then tighten your grip on my neck, biting hard. You always like to bite me when you're extremely aroused, to release your pent-up excitement. I know that if that feeling isn't released, it will drive you to the brink of collapse.

After a long while, you finally released your grip, biting so hard I could feel blood seeping out. Your eyes held both resentment and a hint of apology. Were you complaining about why I didn't satisfy you? No need for apologies, I know what you need, and I'll give you more.

"Please, give it to me, I really can't take it anymore, I want your cock to fill my cunt," "Don't you want more?" I smiled. I placed you on the hood, half-lying down. I walked to a spot three meters away from the car, a distance where the headlights would just illuminate my crotch, allowing you to see clearly while still giving you a sense of distance. Slowly, under your gaze, I stripped myself naked.

I gripped my cock tightly and forcefully pulled it towards the base, the foreskin completely stretched out, the large glans a reddish-purple, appearing even larger and more menacing due to the pressure. A trickle of fluid flowed from the urethral opening, dripping onto the ground, the trail fluttering in the wind. Your eyes could no longer leave my cock; in fact, it was pitch black all around, and all you could see now was my cock. The light in your eyes was brighter than before; you'd waited far too long for this moment, but I didn't want to give it to you so soon.

"Teasing me," you couldn't see my face, but you paused because of my cold voice. It took you a few minutes to fully understand what I meant.

"I want it, darling," you said softly, with utmost tenderness.

"Husband, I'm all wet, fuck me."

"Husband, fuck me with your big cock."

"Give it to me, fuck me with your big cock, fuck me to the deepest part of me." "Husband, I can't take it, I really can't take it." "Husband, do you want to hear me moan, hear my slutty moans?" "Fuck me, fuck my cunt."

"I'm a slut, fuck this slut."

"Master, master, please fuck me."

"Master, I can't take it, fuck my cunt, fuck me to death."

"I'm your slut, your bitch, satisfy me."

...

You seemed to enjoy these vulgar words, and in the end you almost shouted them out, more and more urgently, accompanied by loud moans. You became more and more excited, one hand pinching your nipple, the other hand unconsciously reaching for your vulva.

Seeing me still standing there motionless, you seemed to understand, a smile playing on your lips. "Master, do you want to see me masturbate? I know you like watching me masturbate, right? I'll masturbate for you, watch closely," you said, increasing the speed of rubbing your breasts and clitoris. The intense pleasure quickly made you dissatisfied with the vibrator's frequency. You pulled it out and inserted your middle and index fingers, beginning to thrust rapidly. Each time you thrust, your thumb pressed against your clitoris; it was very wet, glistening as your fingers moved in and out, making a "plop plop" sound, dripping with fluid! At this moment, your moans officially turned into wanton cries, "Ah, I want it, I want it, ah, ah…give it to me, harder…" At this point, you couldn't be described as a slut anymore. Give you any penis, whose it is, and you'd pounce on it.

Watching you about to reach another orgasm on the hood of the car, this fourth orgasm should be given to you by me.

"Stop," I hurriedly shouted. You abruptly stopped what you were doing, a hint of excitement in your voice. "Master, are you going to fuck me now? How was my performance? Did you like it?" Seeing that I remained motionless, you panicked. "Master, just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything, as long as you fuck me, fuck my cunt, satisfy me." "I really can't think of anything else. How about you punish me? Hit me, hit my tits, like before." At this point, you seemed to understand. You stopped half-lying on the hood, jumped down, put your hands on the hood, turned your back to me, bent over, and stuck your butt out high. You tilted your head and said to me,

"Slap my ass, my master." Like a naked lamb, you were at the mercy of the slaughter.

"Enough," I said to myself. I went back to the car, took out the leather paddle I had prepared beforehand. This was the paddle I had just bought, and I hadn't used it yet. Today, I'd let you taste it for the first time. Let's see how far you go on the road of masochism.

I walked up behind you. "Want a cock?"

"Yes.

" *Smack*, a leather slap landed on your butt, leaving a bloody mark. You winced in pain, gritting your teeth as you awaited the next wave, but didn't cry out.

My cock was already itching to go, engorged for too long, almost turning purplish-black. It was like a dirty, ugly weapon, ready to strike its target at any moment. I gripped my cock, aimed at your wet cunt, and thrust hard. "Ah..." echoed through the valley.

"Want a cock?" "Yes." *Smack* "Ah...

" /

The violence, in which I experienced the satisfaction of release, and you, besides the pleasure mixed with pain, were mostly satisfying your masochistic nature. Finally, you were hoarse and incoherent, screaming, "Give it to me...deeper...harder...harder...harder...fuck me to death...I'm going to die..." And I, amidst your low growls, ejaculated, shooting into your cunt, all the way to your womb.

For a long time, I stroked your face, "Does it hurt?" "No." "Does it feel good?" "I feel so good I'm almost dying." "I love you, thank you." I love you too, my master. I turned off the car lights, and everything around us went dark. The world was now only filled with us, naked on the hood, and the scent of wildflowers carried on the gentle breeze.

[The End]

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