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Back Alley BJ
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Back Alley BJ Note: the Q&A section would not load this, so here is my answer to the "describe a fantasy using your location" question in the Fantasy section. I would meet my lover in a dark back alley. His car is there and I know he is waiting, but it is too obvious that I am a slut from the way my skirt is too tight and too short. The hot bar twentysomethings sneer at my weight & clothing & stupidity as I turn off the street & enter the alley. My smile is my own. He rolls down the window as I approach and beckons me over. "You look like you belong here. So get your fat ass in the front seat and suck my cock." I doubletime to the passenger door. He smirks at me across the seat as he locks the door just as I reach to open it. I have a moment of distress; the look in his eye is tantalizing with menace, and I would not put it past him to leave me here alone, dressed like this. Nobody would help me and he damned well knows it. He reaches to push the ignition button, turning away, and the cold panic sets in, and the begging comes all to easily for him to wait, please let me in, please don't leave me here, please, I was doing what he asked pleasepleaseplease!!! His finger does not leave the ignition, but the thunk of the door unlocking causes me to scramble for the handle, throw the door open and hurl myself inside. The bulge at his zipper is much bigger than when I came to his side of the car. "Shut the damned door, woman. Nobody needs to see you but me." I was already reaching for it before he said to, but I was distracted. And, he likes fucking with my head. Slut that I am, the fear has engaged me and his zipper is so magnetic that I finally get the door closed after some blind groping; I cannot take my eyes off his crotch. He unbuckles, unzips, raises his hips to draw everything down a bit, and oh thank god his cock. HIS COCK. He is smirking when he looks at me and I know that he sees through me, knows & trusts in my absolute need to have him inside me somewhere, anywhere, pleasepleaseplease....! His hand is not without tenderness as it wraps through my hair violently. "Gorge yourself, you desperate little cunt" is what I hear as I am dragged forward into his lap, mouth barely opening fast or wide enough to take him in, gratitute welcoming him to the back of my throat. I do as he bids, gorging myself on him, making myself gag and swallow around him, needing to worship him, needing to show him, needing to please him, needing him and reveling in the fact that he is allowing me this desperate, wet, feast. He barely needs to push my head down, and stops bothering as I prove that I am willing to choke myself on him over and over. Only when he wants me still does he apply that twist to my hair and hold me down deep, making me wait for breath as my gag reflex and my need fight over the head of his cock. When he relaxes his grip, I gasp, that sloppy drool of desperation slathered over his dick, the scent of him my entire world until he presses my face back down into him, onto him, my slut's throat opening to him. "Cheap whores don't deserve my cum in their pussies. My cum is for breeding good girls, isn't it?" I nod, trying to choke out something affirmative, and his cock twitches as he laughs at me. "I guess you just get it down your throat. Goddamned waste. But you want it, don't you?" More affirmative choking & nodding...a twinge of desperation as his distraction causes the slightest drop in blood flow and I try to focus more. His words subside, but the cheap in me knows a few tricks of the tongue and as he lapses back into silence, I can feel his fullness return. My god, he does pack some girth. His hand guides my head to slurp up the full length of his shaft and back down. The awkwardness of the position is starting to set into my muscles, but this is the only way I can brace myself and keep his cock down my throat, so I shift what little I can and put my elbow under the steering wheel so I can touch him. Too much fabric is in the way, but oh god. I need to stroke him, need to cup his balls, need to cherish him and need to get him off. "That's it. Fuck me with your face. You know I am going to fill you up, so show me. Show me that you are my cumdump. Show me you will do anything just to have my sperm inside you anywhere. Show me how much you want it, ." My cunt is on fire and I want him to fill me up so badly. His precum is everywhere on my face, sloppy cocksucker that I am, and I just keep slamming him into the back of my throat, mashing my face into the mess more and more. Maybe if I try hard enough, all that wet will feel as good as a cunt to him. He loves putting his cum deep against his breeder bitch's cervix; maybe I can<b> trick </font></b>his cock into filling my face instead. I am lost in him as his breathing quickens. My face is his fucktoy, a sloppy hole fucking him hard, needing to be full of cum, serving its purpose of being filled with his dick, serving his dick, nothing but his his his hole his cunt his dumping ground his omgomgomg The throbbing flood of him takes me by surprise and my mouth (mouth? throat? tongue? cunts can't choke ohhh) is full of the salt and bitter and sweet of him, and I clamp my lips around him so that not one precious drop is lost and he throbs, heartbeat upon heartbeat, overloading me until I have to swallow once and still more fills me. He groans, shuddering, pulses slowing, subsiding, and I am oh so careful. No teeth, lips softly but firmly raising, losing him and keeping him all at once. I let my tongue swirl his cum and my spit around the head of his cock...so sensitive, he twitches, or winces, and shudders as his cock throbs once more as I carefully, carefully release him. My back aches as I raise up to look at him. "Open up," he whispers. I tip my head back and open my full sluthole mouth and his cum glistens back at him in the dark. "Now, swallow." And I do, mouth still open, one last painful and precious movement to show him my need and devotion, to let him see. My pussy throbs as his seed slides down my throat into my stomach. Perhaps the wetness is my cunt weeping in anger at being cheated out of his seed, but still he has filled me and I am slaked. "Good girl," he whispers. Sex-positivity is the goal. Revere the partner, revere the experience, and OWN YOUR OWN LIFE. |
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That is one hell of a story. I'd kick you out of the car at that point and have you go home and sleep with my cum stuck to your face and clothes. Then have you go out tomorrow, same clothes and cum stained in public for the day to be looked at and judged. Such a good girl...
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Nice. Your story got precum coming out of my hard cock. I was imagining what you would look like fucking his cock with your mouth, swallowing his load. I would have liked to have been in the alley, outside the car, seeing your ass in the air, your pussy showing. I'd jerk off hard watching you suck his cock.
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Impressive. Welcome to the blogs “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
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1/15/2021 9:43 am |
Bet you are a good girl
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11/15/2021 2:34 am |
So the question is…. Are you a good girl or and girl…
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