Be Careful What You Wish For

**Many special thanks to Comentarista82 for lending their editing expertise and advice.

The walk through the parking lot had me on edge. On the surface, we simply conversed, but a thick current of sexual tension washed over me, making every breath a mini-orgasm and each step a reminder that my pussy was so wet that my thighs were soaked. Always the gentleman, Geoff walked me to his unassuming but nice SUV. His hand was at the small of my back, low enough to force my body to crave it to go lower, but high enough to avoid pawing at my plump ass. The vehicle's blinker blipped as he hit the button on the key fob to unlock it.

Seizing the opportunity, I stretched and bent my body into enticing postures as I prepared to begin climbing into the high-riding SUV. My left leg rose to the floorboard, and the slit in my skirt opened, showing off the entirety of my leg and revealing nothing but flesh past my hip. I felt his steadying hand just above my hip, ensuring I made the climb.

"Mmm," I moaned. "When we get to my place, I want your hands everywhere on me."

Smiling seductively over my shoulder, my hand reached back, grabbing his. Geoff smiled when I forced his hand lower, encouraging him to feel my taut behind. Not only did Geoff not disappoint, but took the initiative, sending my arousal.

His masculine hand caressed the contours of my buttocks, then he squeezed with just enough pressure and desire to elicit an impassioned moan. My hips responded on instinct, thrusting my behind into his groin.

"Ooh, mmm," I moaned. The supple cheeks of my well-formed posterior were rubbing against solid steel. He was so hard for me that my desire exploded, my breath coming in heaves.

I nearly collapsed when his other hand snaked through my skirt slit, his fingers immediately finding the sodden folds of my molten honeypot. My teeth gnawed on my lower lip as his gentle teasing made my knees buckle. His fingers magically stroked, caressed, and teased. Within seconds, Overwhelming, raw rapture possessed me. I was seconds from another orgasm.

"Oh! Why'd you stop?" I whined.

"You planned the date," he smirked, knowing he was driving me insane. "You said to take you home, not give you multiple orgasms in the parking lot."

"But I need to fucking cum, you bastard."

"Fret not, my goddess. You said you like to play and play we shall."

"Fine!"

His SUV impressed me. It was clean. My eyes scanned his perfect body as he walked around the SUV. Those broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist made my blood boil. Geoff's muscles rippled under his linen frock, and those hypnotic eyes made me so wet.

Before he'd made it around, and I swiveled, facing the driver's side. An impassioned grin adorned my face as I spread my legs, putting one foot on the dash and bending my knee into the back of my seat. My hand quickly pulled the wispy fabric of my peasant skirt away, exposing my aching slit. Before my date opened the door, I was furiously masturbating, knowing he'd see my fingers plunging into my hole while my other hand tugged on my swollen clit.

He opened the door, and once he saw me splayed out, earnestly fingering my aching pussy, Geoff stopped with one hand on the door and watched me with a devilish smile. His large bulge drew my eyes, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Pull it out," I begged, my words coming in moans. "I need to see your fucking cock. Stroke it for me."

Most guys would feel embarrassed or intimidated, but not my date. Geoff winked and unbuttoned his pants. His half-hard cock flopped out, and I moaned at the sight. I'd hoped he was well-endowed, and his manhood was like the rest of him, beyond my wildest dreams.

His beautiful shaft induced lust and mesmerized. Even semi-flaccid, it was as thick as my wrist. My jaw reflexively opened so wide that my jaw hurt as I imagined him fucking my face with that lance. The head was perfect, not too bulbous, and as his impressive member grew, I whimpered.

"Fucking Make me cum while I see how much you want me."

Nonplussed that he stood in a public parking lot stroking his cock, Geoff humored my passionate begging and stroked his meat while he watched me plunge three fingers into my quivering snatch. At full mast, the length was almost eight inches, but the girth would stretch me like I've never felt before.

It took monumental effort, but when my legs began quivering, I forced myself to stop. My soaked fingers withdrew from my pulsing hole, and they dripped with my nectar.

"Get in and drive, but don't zip up. I need that monster cock in my mouth right now."

As soon as he started the SUV, I knelt, my ass pressed against the passenger window, and began fondling his enticing manhood.

"Take that exit." I pointed. "And get in the lane second from the right. Take the second exit and turn left. I want some booze for tonight."

I stopped stroking his meat and straightened, my pussy still showing. Geoff's eyes wandered up my leg, heating my flesh, and stopping at my cunt. He smiled at the neatly trimmed patch of my naturally red pubic hair above my clit. I pulled another gummy from my purse, popping it in my mouth. Noting his smile, I licked my juices off my fingers.

"If my partying is a problem, we won't work out," I confessed. "Trust me, it's not a problem. I only let loose when I have nothing left to do, no responsibilities, and plenty of time to recover."

"Actually," he smiled. "I was going to ask you what sort of booze you wanted."

"Oh! Sorry. I'm so used to being judged. Tequila. I'm going to hump your monster cock  until one of us breaks. Now, what do you want me to do tonight?"

My hand and mouth returned to his cock. I stretched my lips over the broad head, stretching my jaw, to force it down my throat.

I pulled my head from his crotch. Tendrils of saliva dripped from my mouth.

"I'll do anything you want; just name it. I told you that I'm a fucking whore with no limits."

"Very few," he repeated. "Just be yourself."

I smiled seductively, running my hands over his finely-chiseled chest.

"Challenge accepted. You can cum down my throat unless you'd rather blast it on my face."

As Geoff drove, turning on some rock music, I savored his cock. Its skin was soft and supple, and my lips glided over its smoothness. I grabbed his hand from the wheel and forcibly shoved it against the back of my head. My fingers clenched, causing him to grip a handful of my hair. A few hard shoves, forcing me down, gave him the idea, and Geoff soon controlled me, making me face fuck him.

Losing myself, my fingers found their way back to my needy box. As I sucked, Geoff using my mouth to pleasure himself, I matched the pace, fingers fucking myself.

We slowed then stopped.

"Why did we stop?" I asked, pulling my head from his magic prick. Although we'd only driven a few minutes, most guys would have unloaded.

"Accident on the off-ramp."

Geoff pointed ahead. We were halfway up, in the left-hand lane. I could see flashing lights and commotion, although the van in front obscured most of my view. To my right was a shiny eighteen-wheeler. Its trailer advertised a winery.

"We're trapped," I lamented. "What shall we do as we wait?"

I didn't expect him to respond, and he didn't. Geoff just smiled, his soulful expression making my nipples tingle. Seeing the lust made my arousal soar e, and I opened my legs, fingering myself furiously. The sloshing sounds of my wetness turned me on.

"I'm so fucking wet."

My head shook from side to side as ecstasy filled me. As I convulsed, I saw the trucker next to us. He was looking down, smiling.

"Holy fuck," I moaned. "He's watching!"

I studied Geoff, trying not to lose myself in his features. He showed neither shock nor jealousy. I smiled at him, wiping my cunt juice over his lips, then turned and waved at the trucker.

"You really want me to be myself?" I asked.

Geoff chuckled. "I insist."

His tone embodied acceptance, comfort, and strength. Not only did he not mind, but something told me that no matter what, he'd keep me safe.

"Remember," I warned. "You asked for this!"

I rolled down the window and stuck my arm out, waving frantically at the teamster stuck next to us. The burly, bearded man squinted at me, his eyes scrunching. He shrugged, then opened his window.

"Hi, big daddy!" I said, smiling. "Where you headed?"

"The rest stop about fifty miles yonder." He openly eyes my exposed pussy. His voice held awe and disbelief. "I've heard about women like you on the road, but I always thought they were tall tales."

"Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"Offend me? Honey, I'll remember you until the day I die. Wanna meet me down the road?"

"Sorry, I'm headed in the other direction. But if you don't mind, I'll go back to what I was doing--on one condition, though."

"Promise me you'll watch and jerk off to me later."

"Deal."

I turned to look at Geoff. My past history told me what was about to happen. He'd frown, call me a whore, and tell me to get lost. To my dismay, he was smiling broadly, his cock standing tall.

"You're not pissed that I'm so nasty?"

"Pissed? More turned on over how free and hot you are."

"Then give me more of your cock, but after the liquor store, head down the road to the strip club. I want to tell you all the dirty, perverted things I like to do while some sexy woman grinds her ass all over us."

"Us?" He smiled.

"Shut up and give me your damn cock."

"Hey, big teamster guy! You got a phone?"

The bearded trucker smiled and nodded, grabbing his cell from the dashboard cradle.

"Why don't you video me sucking my boyfriend while I finger myself. Oh, and if you post it like some big pervert, my name is Amber."

"Woo-hoo!" he screamed, pointing his phone at me.

Hamming it up, much to my date's delight, I sat up and pulled my top over my breasts, fondling my hard, tingling nipples.

"My name's Amber," I said to his phone. "And I'm a horny slut."

Not bothering to cover my luscious tits with pesky clothing, I turned back to Geoff,. I squirmed until I was kneeling once more and bent forward, his hardness coming within inches of my eager mouth. That alone wouldn't do, so I hiked my skirt, exposing my ass to the trucker and his cellphone, and fingered myself as my mouth engulfed his rod once more.

The sounds of my fingering filled the car, and I moaned over his cock as I plunged my mouth up and down the man-flesh. His was so big that I could barely get my lips halfway down.

"Promise me you'll fuck me with that monster for hours. Please! I'll do anything to get that inside me."

I didn't wait for an answer and returned to my fellation. Sucking a hard cock always got my motor revving, and by alternating between my cunt to my clit, I quickly felt the throes of a massive orgasm building in my core. As soon as my thighs began trembling, I clamped my mouth down on his hardness and forced as much of the length down as I could.

My back spasmed, my entire body overheated, and I moaned on his meat as waves of pleasure shot through my body.

"I'm cumming!" I wailed.

The orgasmic pleasure tore through my soul, making my heart thunder as my flesh burned in bliss. My hips bucked, rocking the car, as wave after wave ripped me to shreds. Insane with lust, I kept pounding into my snatch. My hot nectar poured from my hole, and I moaned and cursed wildly.

Just then, I felt Geoff's SUV lurch.

"Coast is clear."

I sighed and sat properly. The trucker beside me was still staring, his phone pointed at me. Smiling, I cupped my full, swollen orbs and rubbed my pussy juice on my nipples.

"Did you like that?" I asked him, not expecting an answer.

I rolled up the window as we advanced, finally able to exit the ramp. With the trucker still staring, pacing us, I plunged my index finger back into my cunt and then used my sex juice to draw a heart shape on the window as I waved goodbye. He blasted his airhorn as he went, and we turned in the opposite direction.

"I'm like that almost all the time, Geoff. So if you have a problem with that..."

"My only problem," he interrupted, "is you didn't tell me which tequila you prefer."

He used his pussy-drenching, roguish smirk and shook his head negatively. Even the way his long hair bobbed was sexy.

"There's the strip club! Let's go. My treat, since I planned this." My still-bare breasts jiggled as I pointed. Geoff eyed my tits hungrily.

"Don't stare at my tits," I scolded. "Touch them. Please touch me."

Driving with one hand, my date fondled my heaving breasts as he drove to the club. Since his cock was out and hard as steel, I stroked it, making it glisten with my fluids. His manhood was so thick that I couldn't wrap my fingers around it.

"When we go in, I'm going to find the hottest dancer and get a lap dance.

"That won't be a problem."

He pulled into the parking lot. There were more than a few cars, but not as many as I'd suspected. Geoff smiled and opened his door. I opened mine, but a friendly, chivalrous glance reminded me that he's always the gentleman., I waited for him to walk around to open my door. He opened my side, and the SUV was just high enough that the seat was almost at eye level.

Feeling naughty, I swung around, my legs extending, and spread my thighs, showing him my sopping sex. Geoff smiled and leered. His perverted stares weren't disconcerting; they made fires of lust erupt. I mentally willed him to reach out and finger me, but only smiled alluringly.

"Ooh! Ah! Mmm," I erupted, then moaned, startled.

Geoff didn't extend his hand to help me out. When he saw me splayed out like the horny slut I am, his arms gripped me by the waist, and lowered his head between my legs. I moaned when his hot breath tickled my swollen clit. When his tongue flew over it, I lost control and grabbed his head, pulling it to my pussy.

I didn't just sit there and let him feast; I humped his mouth, my hips slamming against his lips and tongue.

"Fuck, yes! Eat my slutty cunt! Make me cum. I'm your whore. Oh, so good. I'm fucking cumming!"

The hotness of being publicly licked shoved me off the cliffs of pleasure almost instantly. My back contorted into impossible curves as pleasure consumed me. Geoff's oral skills were amazing, and the fact that I surrendered to sexual abandon helped.

His tongue writhed, swirling over my nub as my orgasm crested. He maintained contact as my hips bucked, lessening the intensity but extending each shudder. Just when I thought it was over, I felt one of his fingers slam into my hole. As he did that, his tongue flew over every nerve, and another quickly built.

I hadn't even come down from the last, but he was playing my body like a virtuoso, doing things I never thought possible. My moans increased, and I begged him to continue. Right before another orgasm ambushed me from Geoff's finger pistoning in me, I felt another probe my sphincter.

As turned on as I was, and since I masturbated non-stop since that morning, my asshole was well-lubricated from my sexual nectar. His finger invaded my tight ass. The triple sensations made me explode in a screaming orgasm.

"Oh fuck, holy fuck! I'm fucking cumming again. I'm yours; just please never stop making me cum. Use me, abuse me. I'm your whore. I'm your fucking slut. Do anything you want. "

It took more than a minute for me to come down from that blissful high. When my legs stopped shaking, I jumped down and adjusted my clothes. Deciding my skirt wasn't slutty enough, I rolled the waist up several times until the hem's lowest dip was at the top of my calf; that made the slit go all the way up and over my hips, showing my lack of panties. I then took his hand and placed it on my ass, and we walked into the club together.

"Women get in free," the doorman said. "But the cover is twenty bucks for everyone else."

He eyed me like a piece of meat. I felt safe wrapped in Geoff's arms, so I stuck out my chest, letting my hard nipples poke at the doorman's face. He was hot in his own way, with his head shaved clean and some tribal tattoos running down his arms. Muscular and intimidating, his eyes held a boyish charm. I'd gladly fuck him at least twice, just for fun.

"First time at Club Utopia?" he asked. The doorman appraised Geoff. "Or are you here to audition?"

"Me? No," I giggled. "We're just here for a good time. Where do we get some ones to tip with?"

"At the bar. Gotta give you the house rules."

"Oh, really?" I said. My tone was innocent, but I shifted my leg back and forth, making the slit in my skirt expose a scandalous bit of flesh. "Give it to me."

He chuckled, tearing his eyes from my almost-exposed pussy.

"Pretty simple. So long as the girls don't signal us, everything's cool. Two drinks minimum, and I have to pat you both down for weapons or cameras."

"Do you want me to lean against the wall and assume the position? Sounds like fun."

Geoff chuckled.

"Right here's fine, ma'am."

I held my arms out, and he ran his fingers down my torso, over my hips, and down the outside of both legs.

"What if I'm hiding something between my legs?" I smirked.

Suddenly nervous, the doorman looked at Geoff and shrugged. I moaned when his hands traveled from my inner calves up to the tops of my thighs. I knew he felt the heat and wetness, and his blushing smile made me gush. By the time he'd finished frisking me, the doorman was nervously sweating.

"You, sir. Any weapons?"

"Just the huge pipe in his pants," I giggled.

I watched as Geoff allowed himself to be subjected to the body search. Looking around, I saw that the club was mostly typical of the ones I'd been to before. A few groups of businessmen were at various tables, some locals playing pool near the back, oblivious to the nudity around them. A few more groups of guys, some younger, some older, and a few alone, were seated at pervert's row and the other tables.

What surprised me was that one wall opposite the stage had walled-off alcoves. They were little cubicles about eight feet per side, closed off from view except for a tiny arched doorway. As I looked around, I saw an incredibly sexy black dancer with very long hair and an athlete's body leading a grinning man into one. They entered, and a thick black curtain quickly swept over the doorway, concealing them.

The far side of the stage was vacant, and a small table was at the corner, right beside the wall.

"Let's sit there," I suggested, heading toward the vacant table. "And get us lots of ones for tips. "

All eyes ogled me as I strutted across the dimly lit club. The ambiance consisted of dark-colored plush carpeting with fluorescent wavy lines through it, dark purple walls with mounted mirrors, and tons of lights. Black lighting dominated the area, but whirring, rotating, multicolored spotlights shot beams over the stage and the seating areas. Strobe lights intermittently flashed, and music blasted, the bass thundering. A sweet-smelling fog hazed the air, creating an intimate atmosphere.

As I walked past the stage, I noticed the sexy dancer--a thin brunette with star tattoos near her waist and very small breasts--staring at me as she ground her body to the music. I shot her a smile, then laughed when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Under the lighting's intensity, my thin muslin top highlighted my nipples with every flash, and the spotlights made my wispy skirt translucent. I smirked at my reflection and gave the dancer a shrug and a wink. She flashed me a cute smile, her teeth glowing.

I sat, soaking in the lusty attention, and enjoyed the dancer. She lacked my hourglass curves and pert breasts, but her raw sensuality as she sashayed on the stage, bending and spreading, doing amazing pole acrobatics, made her infinitely erotic and sultry. I heard some commotion from the bar, giddy female voices, and the dancer snapped her head that direction, her jaw dropping. When I glanced over, I saw the source of the ruckus. Geoff sauntered to our table, and the man always drew ladies' gazes.