Author's note: This is a very short, dirty read. If you want backstory this isn't the story for you, but I'll give you a tiny bit here. In short, it's an established relationship, he's been gone for several weeks, and they can't wait to get their hands on each other. This was a specifically requested scenario that I really enjoyed writing. I hope you enjoy reading it as well.
The ride to the airport was uncomfortable but she knew it would be worth it when he saw her like this. And now, standing in baggage claim dressed like an actual hooker was even more uncomfortable, but hopefully worth it.
Her makeup is as extravagant as it ever gets, which is to say not very. A light covering of foundation, smoky eye liner and eye shadow, a couple swipes of mascara, and bright red lipstick. Her hair's down and framing her face, just the way he likes it. And her "dress" is killer.
The dress is definitely more lingerie than dress. Black, of course, and made mostly of thin straps and lace, the front cut low enough to dip down to her sternum, her nipples fully covered but not much else. The rounded curves of her large breasts are on display and framed by lace with a couple of artistic straps crossing over the tops and drawing even more attention to them. The skirt's short as hell, hugging her ass and stopping right underneath. The lace covering her pussy and most of her ass being just dark enough to keep her from getting an indecent exposure ticket.
She's wearing a choker as well. It's black, with a metal heart in the center, a thin silver chain hanging from the bottom point. The chain is long, circling her breasts, hanging enticingly between them, and going even further to wrap around her hips, subtle hints of it peeking through the cutouts down the middle of the dress. There are a couple of surprises under the dress for him to find later as well.
Her already racing heart speeds up when he walks out and spots her, his eyes lighting up immediately. He stalks over, hooks a finger through the heart on her throat, and says, "Goddamn, you look amazing," before pulling her in for a deep kiss. He deepens the kiss even more when he drops his carry on, grips her hip, and pulls her closer, forcing her chest to his.
His tongue sliding along hers coaxes out a moan that makes his cock twitch against her stomach. When he finally breaks the kiss she pulls back and asks breathlessly, "How long until your bag is ready?"
"How far away did you park?" he asks, ignoring her question entirely.
"Not far. Against the far wall on this level. Almost straight back. Why?"
"Walk." He says it so assertively that she doesn't think to question it. She simply turns around and heads for the doors.
Her heels click against the cement as they walk through the parking garage. His hand rests on her lower back at first, then slides down to grope her ass, then wraps around her waist, getting closer to her with every step. By the time they get close enough to see the car, his body is pressed against hers, chest molded to her back, making the walk slightly hazardous for the last few feet. He's carrying his duffle over his shoulder, both arms wrapped around her, hands exploring her stomach, sliding between her breasts, and dipping down to brush the tops of her thighs.
When they finally get to the car, parked against the wall as promised, he pushes her up against it with the weight of his body. The window is cold where her tits are pressed into it, but it makes a nice contrast to his heat at her back. His hands slide down the front of her thighs, gripping them roughly as he grinds his dick against her ass. His face is buried in the crook of her neck, kissing and biting up and down the left side. Her back arches, pressing against him even harder, silently begging for whatever he's willing to give.
"Get on your knees, baby. You're going to suck my cock right here," he commands in a deep, throaty tone.
He backs up just enough to turn her around and catch her lips in another scorching kiss. He drops his bag to the ground, threads his right hand through the hair at the base of her neck, and slides his left hand over the bare skin between her tits before landing on her shoulder. He uses both hands to guide her to her knees in front of him. They're partially hidden but someone could definitely walk up and spot them at any moment. The thought alone makes her pussy clench with need.
The cement is cold on her bare knees, but it feels naughty and right as she undoes his belt and pants. She runs her hand over his underwear, feeling his hard length beneath her palm for the first time in way too long. She works the black boxer briefs down and pulls his cock out, wrapping her hand around him. His hand is still in her hair and he uses it to tilt her face up.
"Stick out your tongue, whore. Let me see where my cum is going to be in a few minutes."
She obeys, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out for him to see. "Good girl," he rumbles, a split second before driving his hips forward and forcing his dick into her mouth. She moans at the taste of his skin, the feel of him against her tongue. He slides in all the way, not stopping until her nose is buried against his skin and she can feel him down her throat.
He holds himself deep, not letting her pull back even as she gags around him, for several long seconds. When he does pull back, he does it unbearably slowly. She can feel every inch gliding over her tongue, feel her saliva coating him, feel the loss as he pulls all the way out. He gives her a moment to breathe, then slams back in, keeping her head still so he can take what he needs from her.
He fucks her face, using her mouth for his pleasure, with zero regard for her. No regard for her comfort, her gag reflex, or her need to breathe. He fucks deep and hard while she does her best to lick and suck with his demanding thrusts. Tears leak out of her eyes, but they aren't from sadness or distress. They're from a simple lack of oxygen and the grip he has on her hair, the sharp slaps he lands on her cheek every now and then. And she loves it. Loves the way he uses her. If only...
"That's my good slut. Take Daddy's cock. I'm so close. Are you ready, slut? Ready for Daddy to come deep in your throat?"
That's it. That's exactly what she needed, his dirty mouth and degrading praise. She whimpers, the need for his cum becoming hard to bear. She raises her eyes, keeps them trained on him as she feels his cock swell, wanting to see him fall apart as he spills down her throat. His hips stutter, he pushes as deep down her throat as he can get, and she feels the warm rush of his release sliding down her throat.
She pulls her head back slightly, wanting to taste her reward. He knows what she wants, knows he's too deep for her to taste him, so he pulls back, cum still pulsing out, and slides the head of his cock over her tongue, giving her the taste she's been desperate for for weeks. She sucks until he's shuddering and bracing himself against the driver's door of the car, eventually pulling out to stop the overload of sensation. She gently laps at his cock and balls, licking him clean, then sits back on her heels and looks up at him.
"That's my good girl. Such a good cock sucker. Did you miss me, baby?"
She nods, wiping her mouth suggestively before saying, " I missed you so much, Daddy. I'm so glad you're home."
