To those of you who've waited for this chapter - thank you! I'm anxious to hear if I took it too far or not far enough. Love to hear feedback. Enjoy!
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I found myself making out with an older man in a driveway in a beautiful suburban neighborhood. The air was quiet and still, crisp with a potential snowfall. And COLD! The thought entered my foggy, lust-filled mind that I was making out in this driveway with my skirt hiked up over my ass and my black satin blouse hanging off my body at the wrists. If I weren't melded against him, my tits would be exposed to the world. The only sound against the wind was the liquid wrestle of our tongues.
My nameless aggressor's hands were on my naked ass, pressing me against his pelvis. I could feel his cock stirring again, even though he'd just spilled a load of cum in my mouth. He slid his firm hands up my bare back. His rough palms stroked over my shoulders and down my soft arms. Wow, I thought, he's being so gentle and sweet!
Until I felt the tug on my arms. I pulled away, slightly panicked from the sudden restriction. He'd quickly and smoothly tied the hanging blouse around my wrists, binding them together behind my back.
He chuckled and cupped my chin in his hand, "Trust me, whore. This is what you need and want." His icy blue eyes made me shiver. He turned me towards the house and urged me forward. "Let's go inside, slut."
It was awkward walking on my tall heels with my arms pulled back and my tits thrust out. My rosy nipples were painfully hard from cold and arousal. My tits swayed slightly from side to side as I teetered up to the house. I caught my reflection in the outer glass door before he reached past me to open it. My bra was shoved under my tits, my skirt bunched around my waist revealing my black panties and thigh-high stockings. The image was shocking. I'd already stopped caring that I was naked and anyone who drove by would see me.
He unlocked the door and pushed it open, pressing his hand against my lower back to direct me inside. It was dark and I paused, not able to see anything. His hands on my shoulders, he guided me through the black void. My heels clicked on what sounded like hardwood floors.
His grip tightened, pulling me to a halt. He pulled me further back against his chest. My tethered hands pressed against the bulge in his pants. His hands cupped my tits. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he squeezed my nipples and began kissing my neck. I opened my fist and pressed my palm against hardening cock.
He ran his tongue up my neck to my ear. He bit it lightly, "What does my new slut need?"
I sighed in the dark, frightened and excited.
He released one of my tits and pressed his hand against the mound of my panties. "Tell me."
I moaned, pushing my hips against him. I knew what he wanted to hear. I knew what I needed to feel. "I need your cock."
He bit my ear a little harder until I cried out. "Why do need my cock?" His roaming hand dipped inside my thin panties to trace the line of my bare pussy lips.
When his finger grazed my clit I shivered. I moved my hips against him, trying to increase the pressure.
He twisted my nipple hard. "Why?"
I gasped, "Because I'm a slut!" I said it without thinking.
He released me and stepped away from me. I was afraid I'd given the wrong answer. I held my breath, waiting, listening.
The click of the lamp wasn't enough warning to close my eyes against the sudden bright light. When my eyes adjusted I saw he'd just turned on a table lamp. He now stood a few feet in front of me. His eyes traveled along my body. He was molesting me with his stare. I imagined I could feel his fingers wherever his eyes rested. His eyes glowed like blue flames inside his ruggedly handsome face. He slowly wet his lips with his tongue, as if he wanted to taste me. I wanted to feel that mouth on me.
I felt so exposed. All I could think about were my extended nipples and my wet panties clinging to my aroused flesh. I pulled my shoulders back even more, thrusting my tits out, offering my body to be freely used.
He smiled at my obvious gesture. It occurred to me at that moment, waiting for him to decide what he wanted with me, that this was what I'd been missing. The raw, carnal feeling of being this stranger's sexual object gave me a heady rush.
"Please."
"Please what?" His smile was cocky. "You're going to have to beg, slut"
I shivered with need. "Please fuck me sir."
He didn't answer. He came closer and crouched in front of me. He tugged the sides of my panties, sliding them over my hips, baring my cunt to his view. He ordered me to step out of them. He stood before me. He brought my damp panties to his face and inhaled.
"Yes, I think you are ready."He stuffed my panties in his pocket and walked away.
My face fell in confusion. Where was he going? He walked over to the table where the lamp rested. He picked up a black phone from the mahogany side table. I wondered who he needed to call when I was standing here waiting to be fucked?! My arms were starting to ache from the awkward position. I pulled my shoulders back more, trying to relax them.
"Hope the popcorn's ready," was all he said into the phone before he hung up on the unknown caller.
He walked back to me, slowly. He chuckled when he saw the pout on my face. He brought a hand to my cheek. "You'll understand soon my slut," he assured me and lowered his mouth to mine.
My body yielded to his, pressing against him as if it had a will of its own. I slipped my eager tongue out to stroke his. His lips were firm and demanding against mine. I felt his free hand squeeze my breast. My mind registered a desperate moan seconds before I realized I was the one moaning.
He released my breast and pressed his hand against the back of my neck. He began walking, moving me with him, tongue deeply entrenched in my hot mouth, as he led me across the living room to the glass French doors.
For a moment I thought we were going outside! But he deftly turned and pressed me up against the glass.
