*This may or may not be fiction, but all characters, real or imagined, are a part of a balanced breakfast... or completely consensual and of proper adult age. I always get those two confused...*
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"Please, Tom?" she cooed.
"Fine. We'll pull over somewhere." He replied, a smile on his lips.
Tom was a young man of 20, third year in college. While a shy and reserved introvert, when the mood and the chance hit he was mischievous, playful and extremely sensual. Maryanne started playing with his ponytail, almost petting his long dark hair. He adjusted his glasses and kept driving though the night.
Maryanne, sitting beside him, was absolutely gorgeous. Almost as tall as his six feet, her lips as full and pouty as you'd ever seen, her dark chocolate eyes soulful. Her mocha skin was as soft as silk, and her shy demeanor, like Tom's, was only half of the story. She has been girlfriend and submissive for months now.
They were almost at Maryanne's house, so there weren't too many places to choose from for some semi-public fun, which is what she'd been begging for. The late hour would help, since it was almost one in the morning. Remembering the road ahead, he silently chose their new destination.
He could see the mischief on Maryanne's face as he apparently kept going towards her house.
"TOM! We can't do it in front of my house!" she replied, almost laughing with nervousness. That nervous giggle made him smile every time.
"We're not going all the way to your house. I have a place in mind." he replied vaguely.
Without a word, he turned into the parking lot of an old abandoned warehouse, which they'd passed many times and never seen anyone near. His memory of the place was pretty accurate. "*Remote enough for privacy, public enough to possibly get caught by other drivers*" he thought to himself, as he parked the car facing the street.
He turned the car off and turned towards Maryanne.
"We're here." he said, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Tom, anyone driving by could see us..." she said, a glimmer of mischief and lust in her eyes.
"That's the point. And I'll be able to see them coming, too. That way I can make sure you give them a good show."
Maryanne laughed nervously at that, but looking in my eyes and at my mischievous smile, she knew I was serious.
"Yes, Tom. I will." she replied, smiling.
She slowly discarded her clothing until she was naked beside him, her full and very large double-D breasts catching his eye as they always did. He caressed her skin, almost a compulsion with the sight of her before him. She tossed her clothing in the back, and leaned back into her seat to sit up straight. *The better for everyone to see her*, he thought silently.
Once all her skin was exposed, she silently asked if she could do the same to me.
"No. We won't have time for that if we want to get you home by curfew." Tom replied. Without any further explanation, he undid his belt and pants, and slid them down to his ankles. He reclined the seat, making himself more accessible to her lustful eyes. She locked her eyes on his shaft, just starting to get to its hardest, and then to his eyes, smiling.
They both knew now the dynamic would change. Her need for domination is more extreme, his naturally gentle nature pushed aside. Her demeanor changed as well, even more subservient in the way she looked at him, only looking him in the eyes when he told her to.
"Suck." he said simply.
Like an animal released from a cage, she lunged at his throbbing cock, taking it all in her mouth and choking on it before she let up to give him a blowjob. Her body contoured and turned so that her ass was in the right place for him to spank, and he knew she wanted it before he even saw her move.
*SPANK*
