Page 74 of S is for SEX

He let out a sigh. “You asked.”

With one hand on the steering wheel and one on the back of my head, he forced the tip of his stiff cock past my lips.

I had always considered myself versed in the art of sucking dick, and I’d never encountered one I couldn’t swallow. Convinced Dick’s wasn’t going to be the first, I tried to start off slow and prepare my throat for what was sure to come.

Apparently, he didn’t get the memo.

Immediately, the tip of his dick began banging against the back of my throat. With watering eyes and a convulsing gag reflex I never knew I had, I sucked his cock the best that I was able.

He was right.

He was angry.

Most women would find what he was doing to me to be either repulsive or a disgraceful. Some might even describe it as abusive.

Me?

I loved it when a man shoved his cock down my throat. The bigger the better. It brought out the best in me.

I pulled my mouth off his dick and looked up at him. “Fuck yes. Fuck my mouth.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled.

He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face in his lap.

With his dick covered in my saliva, and my throat finally prepped for the occasion, I flattened my tongue against the bottom of the shaft, and eagerly swallowed every inch of him.

His hips worked in unison with me, forcing himself up when my mouth was traveling down. In a matter of minutes, my pussy started to ache. Throbbing and tingling, it was screaming for some cock of its own. I wanted to beg, but I didn’t.

Instead, I sucked harder. Faster. More aggressively. In response, he pulled against my hair, lifting my head from his lap.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he growled.

He pulled the car over and all but yanked me from inside. Nervously, I looked around, wondering what well-lit parking lot he’d landed in. I glanced at the building. A red and white circle plastered to the side made me grin.

Target.

At 7:00 on a Friday night. Granted, we were parked in the rear of the lot, and behind the building, but we were there in broad daylight.

Perfect.

With both of us standing outside of his car, and his cock standing at attention, he lifted my dress to my waist, pulled against my panties, and eventually ripped them in two.

I’d never been one for public sex, and in fact, wondered if the opportunity ever presented itself if I would be able to perform. When he pushed my head into the seat of his car and shoved me full of dick, I got my answer.

I loved it.

His hips pounded against my ass while he forced inch after inch of his thick cock into me. With each stroke I let out a grunt of satisfaction, imagining random soccer moms and single fathers happening by only to see me getting fucked senseless in the parking lot.

This is so hot.

The size of his dick made being fucked an entirely different experience. I was no newcomer to sex, being fucked hard, or being bent over and hate fucked – which was exactly what he was doing.

Having Dick fuck me redefined everything I thought I knew about sex.

While filled with his cock, I never wanted it to end. It was painful, erotic, magical, beyond compare, and one hundred fucking percent satisfying.

I felt him withdraw from my pussy. I wondered what I did wrong? Why he would end such a wonderful thing? Even if we were in the parking lot of a Target Superstore, stopping in the middle of something that felt so good should be criminal.

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