I was taken in a car park, with little fuss

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I was taken in a car park, with little fuss’Does this feel like one of your fantasy sex stories Mariel’?He was right up against me, pressing hard against my bum, even my overcoat could not mask his erection, ‘Who the fuck are you’?I dont think it was the sudden shock of being m*****ed in a public car park outside the local Tesco’s supermarket, it was the audacity of the impending sexual assault.He had me over the proverbial barrel, after-all, I had been writing about such abuses since my girlhood, and my writings did nothing to mask my pleasure about being fucked in all manner of settings and places, so why now, why scream, just let him have his fun, clean up and continue shopping, that way I will succeed in enhancing my reputation as a sex goddess, and give more credibility to my story telling.’Never fucking mind who I am, we know who you are, you fucking slut’. His voice was thick with sexual excitement, ‘Open the back door, and bend over’.I moved from my position at the drivers door and took a few side steps to the back door and opened as ordered. The illegal bahis siteleri smell of the leather upholstery made my nostrils flare, as I was pushed forward onto the back seat and my face buried into the soft skinned fabric.’Keep your fucking eyes tightly shut bitch’, and again I obeyed, feeling my clothes being meritroyalbet undone, my skirt unbuttoned and the zipper torn asunder, opening the area and exposing my buttocks and stocking tops, the thin line of my thong exciting him more as he tore it from my crotch, now I was completely exposed, and his cold hands parted my cheeks as he examined me like a farmer examining an a****l for slaughter.’Put your fucking knees on the edge’, I assumed he meant the seat edge, so I tried to, but my skirt was in the way.He could see I was getting into a pickle so he helped in his usual manner and tore the garment from me and tossed it over my head onto the back seat, now a rag, like my panties, ripped and devoid of any further use.His sexual approach was tinged with v******e, he fucked me for his own pleasure, perabet giriş ramming hard into me, his finger all the way up my backside, twisting and turning, at one point he asked me if I was enjoying it, he was rubbing his cock from inside my ass, in a similar way as described in my story telling, ‘What am I saying’, he murmured, more to himself than me, ‘I know you like this’, and he continued to do as he liked, while I bit deep into my skirt, now bunched into my mouth to mute the pain, pretend I was enjoying this rough fuck.’Come here’, he growled and I turned to feel him grab my hair and force my head around, all the time keeping my eyes tightly closed, the smell of his cock with my secretions all over it brushed under my nose, I knew the drill and opened my mouth to feel his swelling fleshy pole ram deep into my tonsils, there was no mistaking the odor and stench of old semen as it thickly entered my throat and coated my tongue.His gasping alerted my sensitive hearing, this was one helluva fuck for him, cumming into my willing perabet güvenilir mi mouth in a car park, was everything I had written about, I finished him off and turned my back on him, my bare ass still an inviting prospect, that is until I spoke the for the first time.’Do yourself a massive favor and get to fuck away from here before I scream’.He did not move or reply, and I was about to reissue my threat when I suddenly realized he had already gone, and for the first time I opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings.Everything was as is about ten minutes ago, it all appeared normal, it was over and as I scoured the surroundings, this man had experienced me as few others had, he had done his business and I could still taste his cum in my mouth, my torn panties and skirt useless, the only evidence to my encounter, so I climbed back into the car’s driver seat and say a few more minutes to recover my composure.I looked around again and felt happy I was in a secluded place, so there with everything fresh in my mind, I masturbated, it had happened to me and it felt different, I kind of like the brutality of it, the taking without resistance, yes I guess I am really a strange sort of woman, but that’s what happens when you make it known who you are in real life, it’s inevitable men will come looking for their bit of pleasure.

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