Page 102 of The Naughty List

I push two fingers into my pussy before I explode, working them like crazy as my ass and my clit send me wild.

“Fuck,” he says, and that one simple word speaks volumes as he stares at me, such a kinky bitch in his passenger seat. He’s impressed. I can see it. It gives me a glow of heat that’s got nothing to do with his heater fans.

The masked beast’s eyes are on my heaving tits as I come down from the orgasm. I grimace, but I’m still smiling as he pulls his fingers out of me, and then I push my dirty tits together, mashing them tight.

“Are you going to use these? I’d love to feel your jerking cock between them. Why don’t you get some filthy slick cum on me as well as the mud?”

He slides his seat back to the max, and there’s plenty of room for me to clamber over him. I kneel in the footwell between the monster’s legs, looking up at the brute strength of him.

He’s not the only one who enjoys having the light on.

His dick is still dirty from my ass – a perfect blend of filth along with the caked-on mud. He takes hold of my tits, crushing them together so tight that it hurts. My God, he has to work to slam his cock up between them.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he says and spits on my tits as his cock thrusts.

I know my tits were built for tit fucking. I know how to bounce up and down until he starts to pulse between them, frantic as he uses my tits like a pussy, warm and tight.

His breaths are ragged, full of grunts as he jerks and shoots – one spurt impressive enough to smack off the underside of my chin.

He keeps grinding in the sopping aftermath, staring in wonder at the filth he’s been fucking. His cock must be as muddy as my chest, but he doesn’t give a fuck, slapping his wet dick against my dirty nipples.

I don’t stop there, take hold of his filthy cock and suck him into my mouth, cleaning him and licking up every last drop of cum. Fuck. My filthiness just reached a new peak and sent me to hell.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says before shoving it back in his pants with a groan.

I feel like a winner as I take over, smearing my tits with his cum.

“Back in your own seat now,” he says.

He gets out of the truck and grabs my things from outside, tossing them over in a bundle – coat, torn tights, panties and heels.

“Thank you,” I say as he climbs back beside me.

He turns off the overhead light as we set off back to London, so I brush my coat down as best I can, and slide my heels back on in the footwell. I don’t even bother with my tights and panties. They are done and finished.

“Leave those behind, if you like,” he says, “I’ll enjoy them later.”

“Sure,” I say, and shove them in the glove box.

The journey is considerably easier now I’m not bouncing around the headrest, and a hell of a lot more pleasant with the heater on.

There is no conversation to be had on the way back to the city, and the silence is heady in its dirty brilliance. I only hope I served him well. From the way he keeps shooting glances in my direction, I’d say the chances of that are pretty high.

“We’re ten minutes early,” he says when we turn the corner to the park entrance. “Have you got someone coming to pick you up? Do you want me to wait with you?”

“Nah, don’t worry, they’re already here,” I say, and point to the cab up ahead, parked up with the lights on.

“Thanks for the fun time,” User 706 says. “Sorry about the mud. You’re caked in it.”

“No problem.” I laugh. “I can have a shower easily enough, cow shit or not. Will just be a shame to wash your cum down the plughole.”

“Dirty bitch,” he says with a laugh.

I pull my coat closed around me before I get out, hoping the taxi driver doesn’t see what a state I’m in as I rap my knuckles on the car window, but it doesn’t work. The interior light shows up the mud on my front as soon as I open the door. I hope I don’t stink too bad.

“Sorry,” I say to her, trying my best to keep the muck off the seats. “I fell over.”

Her eyes meet mine in the rearview.

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