My life was out of control. I couldn't stop fucking myself.
I pressed the tiny vibrator to my pussy, aiming the small opening toward my clit. My foot was on the gas, and my extreme focus on the road was my way of compensating for completely breaking the law. I'd been pulled over for something like this before, but I wasn't the type to stop my bad behavior. Instead, I got savvier at being naughty.
The sound of porn filled my car as I released the gas and pressed on the brake, willing myself not to cum yet. I wasn't watching the video as much as I was listening to it. One hand did the driving, and the other continued to push my toy against my pussy. The sounds of hardcore male domination turned me on, especially the screams from the tiny blonde girl getting her asshole destroyed.
"No! Stop!" she screamed.
"Fuck you, bitch!" the heavy black man answered, hammering her pussy with his giant cock even harder. Her cries for pain drove me crazy. I could feel my orgasm coming, whether I liked it or not.
I braced myself as the first wave of pleasure hit. I knew that people in neighboring cars might see my orgasm face, but I couldn't keep it together and maintain my focus on the road. I pressed the gas as I emitted a tortured, restrained moan.
I hit the break quickly, just in time to not hit the car in front of me as my orgasm ended. I pressed the button on the side of the toy to stop it.
"No more," I told myself, but as I reached up to press pause on the video, another video automatically took its place. This one was too good to resist. It starred another tiny blonde girl, except this time there were two big black, sadistic cocks to destroy her holes. I hoped they DPed her skinny little ass. My sadism coursed through my veins. I grabbed a tissue from the nearby box I kept in my car's center console and smiled when I realized I had drenched the entire driver's seat with my juices.
I did my best to mop up the mess I'd made as the video began to pick up, and the girl was whisked into position after position, all the while being treated like shit and made to fuck and suck the two black cocks. They laughed as she cried, and my pussy ached to cum again. There was no break in the action, just constant horniness that propelled me to make myself cum as many times in a day as I could.
Cumming while driving had always been a possibility for me. I'd gone through other stages where I couldn't stop myself from masturbating in the car. Back then, I always used dildos, and when the cop pulled me over the last time, he didn't say anything about the pink dildo that dropped to the floor from between my legs. It hit the ground with a thunk. I knew the cop had seen it, but when he wrote me a ticket, there was no mention of a dildo or distracted driving. I had never been so happy to receive a citation
Things weren't going well in my life, and I started to backslide in many areas, not just sex. It was mostly my divorce that had me fucked up, or that was what I was telling myself. I bought myself a toy that didn't look like a vibrator or a dildo. The toy's pink silicone body was rounded with a hidden charging plate at the bottom. It had a circular opening at the top where I could place my clit to be sucked on. When most people saw the toy, they had no idea what it was. People thought it was a diffuser, a night light, or a decorative object. I kept it right on my coffee table, and none of my visitors ever suspected that it was a vibrator.
I applied for the job of my dreams, and when I got the news that I didn't get it, I was devastated. I settled into a deep depression, and the only thing that made me feel better was orgasms. I had a few sex partners, and I met with them as often as I could, but the more screwed up my life got, the hornier I became. Nothing else seemed to matter, and instead of applying for jobs and doing what I was supposed to, I turned to masturbation to procrastinate on everything.
At first, it was just once a day, and I came relatively quickly. Of course, things escalated rapidly until my masturbation sessions took up entire days. I had a lineup of toys that starred in my sessions, including my little pink incognito toy with its clit-sucking hole. I came hundreds of times a day, and you may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. One orgasm would always lead to another. It seemed like the more orgasms I had, the more I wanted.
The more I chased orgasms, the harder they were to attain. My clit became more resistant to vibrators, and I needed something that would take me to the next level, something that was wrong enough to make me cum again.
The idea came to me as I was on my way to my newest job, a part-time gig doing light accounting. I found it difficult to tear myself away from my toys so I could get to work on time. So, instead of leaving my toys behind, I decided to bring my little toy with me. I made sure it was fully charged before I got in the car. I knew the charge lasted about forty minutes, allowing me to get all the way to work.
I made sure to wear a skirt that I could easily hike up. I brought along a sweater to place over my lap to hide what I was doing from neighboring drivers. I thought about bringing lube but decided against it. My heart was pounding as I queued up some porn. I chose a video starring a Russian woman with brown hair and a juicy ass. She was fucking a tall black man who looked African but had an American accent. His cock stretched her ass far past the point of comfort.
I situated myself, taking a hit from my vape pen as I hiked up my skirt and checked that my toy was ready for our adventure. I held it in my right hand in anticipation as my left handled the steering wheel.
I made my way to the highway, getting into the fast lane where I found a comfortable speed. I turned on the vibrator and used my right hand to guide the hole in the toy to my clit. The sensation of pleasure rushed through me, the sounds of big, black balls slapping against the Russian girl's pussy filling the car. She whimpered and moaned, but I could tell she loved getting her ass fucked just as much as I did.
I craved anal sex just like I craved vaginal sex. I loved sucking dick, and at the moment, I was even horny enough to entertain the thought of fucking the girl in the video. I wasn't generally into women, but at times like these, I would have fucked anyone. I was a bottomless pit of horniness, a deep well of lust that longed to be tapped.
I came hard on the toy, its sucking power was almost strong enough to make me close my eyes, but I knew better. I was driving; I needed to keep my eyes on the road. I needed to keep my wits and not get myself into trouble. I pulled the toy from my throbbing clit, my heart pounding as I looked around at the cars next to me to see if they saw me cumming.
Everything seemed glaringly normal, nothing out of the ordinary. No one had seen me, so I permitted myself to do it again. I came all the way to work like this, trying my best to stay focused on the road and other drivers even as I came. The thrill of getting caught or being seen tickled my exhibitionistic tendencies, and I enjoyed my little adventure so much that I knew I would do it again.
Nothing terrible happened for quite a while, despite me cumming in my car almost every time I drove. It finally happened on a hot summer day as I took off for work, getting on the freeway and making my way to the fast lane before I started my porn and pushed my toy to my pussy.
I saw the lights before I heard the siren. My heart fell as I made my way to the left shoulder and stopped my car.
"License and registration, please," the cop said roughly.
"Yes, sir, just give me a moment to find it." I hoped he didn't see the wetness on the seat beneath me. I was clenching the toy between my legs, my skirt still up. The cantaloupe-colored sweatshirt was still on my lap, covering my wet pussy. I leaned over to the glove box to retrieve my registration, careful not to reveal my bare ass to the cop.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" the cop asked. He was relatively young for a cop and looked Hispanic with a dark mustache and full head of hair.
"No, I don't. What did I do?" I asked as I handed him the documents.
"You were driving erratically. You were all over the fast lane."
"I'm so sorry. I thought my lane assist feature was on. It usually helps me with that. Let me turn it back on." I reached over to press the button. "That should do it. Look, I'm sorry. I'm used to having that feature working. Do you think I can get a warning this time? I really didn't mean anything by it, and I know with the lane assist on, I'll be better."
"I'm concerned that you are under the influence. Why don't you come on out of the car, and I'll give you a field sobriety test."
"Okay," I agreed. I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked down at myself, trying to figure out how I would get out of the car without him seeing my bare ass and my panties at my ankles. I decided to try to slide the panties off my feet and pull the skirt down as I got out of the car.
I pulled the door handle and opened the door. The cop stepped back and then excused himself to his vehicle to get the breathalyzer, giving me the perfect amount of time to stuff my panties under the front seat and pull my skirt down before stepping out onto the shoulder.
