I've been, well, really pent up lately and my outing on Saturday inspired this fantastical and tawdry tale of a parking lot rendezvous...well, for me it is fantastical, for others perhaps it is a typical Saturday night...
Now, generally, I don't appreciate porn from a literary standpoint - there are exceptions, of course - this not being one of them, lol. Writing about sex can be dreadfully clumsy at times, unless the writer is so gracefully talented that they can rise above the biological drudgery and repetitive mechanics of the acts themselves. Like Anais Nin, for instance. Otherwise, I generally view erotica as a fairly artful means to an end.
But I found this enjoyable to write for the most part and thought, perhaps, other people who are turned on to the same things I like to do during sex might enjoy reading it...as, uh, a means to an end.
Please don't be offended if you are turned off by the vague ideas of female sexual submission and/or humiliation in this fantasy. I only purport them as a means of pleasure, not a way of life - at least not for myself. It's all in the name of good erotic fun between consenting adults. I certainly am not submissive in many other areas of my life, lol, as you may or may not know.
But it goes something like this:
The Secret Smile
'I need to be fucked....please fuck me.'
He turns me to face him, pushing me up against the door of his car. The faint thundering
boom, boom, boom of the nightclub is drowned by the sound of blood racing through my head as he presses himself into me and kisses me. His hands roaming freely over my body - inside the low cut bodice of my dress to fondle my breasts and pinch my hardened nipples; both hands running down my sides to firmly grasp my hips and press them towards him; a hand running up the inside of my thigh to first grope at the softness inside my moistened panties, then to push two fingers around the cloth and penetrate me with soft, pulsating thrusts. At this I start to moan, pulling my body even closer and wrapping one leg around his waist, matching his finger thrusts with my own undulating hips.
I put my lips close to his ear and whisper,
'I like it rough...'
I hear a chuckle at this. Then his hand is in my hair, pulling my head back insistently. There is more menace in his presence now and in the set of his body against mine. The motions of his hand become more assertive, less romantic - the thrusts deeper. Then he is biting my neck and shoulders.
I hear a low growl emanating from his lips and the words,
'so you want to be my slut tonight?'
'...yes, oh yes...'
Any lingering hesitancy and resistance is wiped clean from my body in that instant and I become like clay in his arms - the pleasure of surrender making my nerve endings tingle like a million tiny sparklers shimmering beneath the surface of my skin. My moans and pants become stronger and he covers my mouth with his hand as I come, my body jerking and writhing, my arms groping him desperately as he pushes me even harder against the car door. I can feel my flesh being pressed against the bumps and grooves of the car's surface, but I feel no pain. Only desire and ecstasy coursing through my veins like white fire.
Once the orgasm passes, I am limp as a rag doll, still crushed firmly between his body and the side of the car. His cock is rubbing persistently against my abdomen, I can feel it is fully erect and anxious to be free from the torturous constraint of his clothing. I lower my hand to rub against the hardness through his jeans. Our eyes meet and I smile mischievously. Suddenly he grabs me and turns me roughly to face the car. Pressing me hard against the surface he whispers again.
'You just may have taken on more than you bargained for...'
He sidesteps our bodies towards the rear of the car until he can push the upper half of my body down so that I am bent over its trunk. I hear him unzip his pants and push them down while one hand is held firmly on my back. I am breathing heavily and adrenaline is surging through my body and ringing in my ears - partly from fear, partly from arousal. I feel him lift my skirt and pull down my underwear roughly, exposing me completely in the dark parking lot. His hands force my legs wide and grope at my pussy wantonly.
'mmmm, I do believe you are getting wetter by the second...this really turns you on doesn't it...being my trampy little bar slut tonight...'
I bury my head in my arms and push my ass wider and up towards him, giving myself to him fully. I feel the head of his cock start to press against the slick opening of my cunt - teasing me. I respond accordingly by moaning loudly and pushing my ass, my entire body, back towards him trying to impale myself on his hardness. With a very sudden movement he then pushes me forward violently against the car and fucks me recklessly - hard and fast.
'this is what you needed, huh?...to be fucked like a little slut whore...to have your pussy fucked by a man who knows how to fuck a little cunt like yours?...yeah, I'll fuck you alright, you sweet little slut...'
...and other tender obscenities that unfortunately have been lost to the moment.
I come almost immediately and he leans over to cover my mouth again. Now he is hovering over me closely, grinding his hips hard and rough into my ass with his hand still held over my mouth. After my cries of tyrannical pleasure subside, he entangles his hand in my hair and continues to grind into me. I can hear that he is about to come. I can hear the gruffness in his voice and his breathing as he mutters
'oh yeah, baby, that's some good pussy' over and over again under his breath. I lift my ass as much as I can - trying to meet his relentless, animalistic thrusts. His body stiffens and a loud groan escapes his lips. He continues to plunge against me, less emphatically, until his own euphoria passes. Then we rest there for a minute, both of us catching our breath and re-gaining our composures.
He lifts himself off of me and pulls up his pants, tucking in his shirt. I stand, a little shakily, and pull up my underwear, taking a moment to straighten my dress and shake out my hair.
'It was very nice to meet you. Thanks for the fun,' I say and hold out my hand.
He smiles a little sheepishly, takes my hand and we shake.
'It was my pleasure. Perhaps we will run into each other again sometime.'
'It's a distinct possibility,' I say with a wink,
'good night,' as I turn and walk away to find my car.
Once again, the faint thundering
boom, boom, boom of the nightclub invades my senses, the chill of the night air envelops me and I smile.
The end.