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A/N: This was written as one of those “anon stories” format. It’s in first person. it’s also my first 100% erotic . I’m new here, hope you like it.
T.W: Elements of dubious noncon, drunk , no condom, cumplay, rough , anal, flashing, semipublic if you squint enough age gap.
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It happened on a hot summer night. I was enjoying my life as a 28yearold woman in a bar with my besties. I was wearing a tiny almost see through summer dress, drinking gin & tonic my fav drink btw and feeling the moment. I just love wearing this dress, it has little flowers all over it, that perfect milkmaid cleavage that embraces my small perky boobs in a tempting way specially without a bra like that night and highlights my latina curves perfectly. I’m a brunette, with long dark hair and a petite curvy body, so this type of dress goes perfectly with my tan and my vibe.
As the drinks were coming in, my slut side was coming out. Oh, a little secret you need to know about me: When I drink Gyn&Tonic to the point of getting tipsy I get really horny and tend to wanna fuck. I really feel my whole body needing to be fucked, I feel like I get on heat and need a big fat cock to cum all over me to it to be over. Most of the time I just play with myself until these desires go away or I go online on those dirty roulette chats to cum while imagining all those stranger cocks filling me up.
But when I’m out it’s harder. This is why I avoid Gin and tonic on those occasions. Well, not that night. I was kinda let it go girl.
So as the night went by, 4 or 6 drinks later, my pussy was literally throbbing against my thin panties. I was wearing a lacy thong as the summer dress was almost seethrough and that was my only option. I was drunk, Gin and tonic is strong in a way you don’t even notice. So I was sucking that straw, feeling the alcohol going down slowly in my throat, imagining a cock in my mouth, but being discreet. No one was noticing, my friends were talking and in their phones, too distract to notice me.
The pulse on my pussy was getting stronger and my drunk mind wasn’t helping, as a lot of extremely ual thoughts were in my head. I was dying to go home and show my pussy on camera. I was probably getting that feeling. I won’t use polite words, I was getting the feeling of “a bitch on heat” truth to be told. So at one point I was secretly rubbing my thighs to get some friction and thinking about my toys at home.
I got so horny that it was unbearable to stay. So I said bye to my friends and called an uber. It was time to hit home and play with myself. When I was on the sidewalk waiting, I realized I was way more drunk than I thought.
I was kinda dizzy because of the drinks, feeling funny. Good funny, way more than tipsy, way less than blacking out before getting home. If I was in a club I would be dancing on the stage or making out with someone in a dark corner.
As I wait, the summer breeze was blowing my short dress and my long dark hair away and it made my nipples harden against the tin fabric. Some guys were checking me out, I liked the feeling of it.
Soon my uber arrived, I checked the info and he checked my name. His name was T.H. and that’s what I remember before I stumbled inside the car.
I was busy with my phone, texting my friends to say I was on my way home, so I just threw myself at the back seat. My legs were open as my drunk ass couldn’t realize that my dress was all the way up and my panties were showing more than a bit.
I was ready to move to the side, closer to de door, when I saw that T.H. the uber driver was staring at me in the rearview. He was devouring me with his eyes.
T.H. confirmed the address again, a 30 minute ride, and started the car. I glanced at him. I was in the middle of the backseat and I could see him better. The guy was average, typical dad body and super not the guys I used to hook up. He was probably in his 50’s, had a messy stubble, looked tired, had some beer belly and wrinkles. And he was looking at me while the car was leaving the busy street. He was dressed normally, jeans and s black tshirt.
My drunk mind finally realized I was flashing him a bit and my nipples were hard against the dress, quite a show. I didn’t say anything, but instead of sliding to the window and being a good girl, I stayed in the middle seat, my heart beating fast, wanting to know if we would cross that line.
So I stayed in the same position, pretending I was busy on my phone while knowing he was seeing my panties. I put some of my long dark hair out of the way, showing my neck, and arched my back a little, as if I was getting comfy, but projecting more of my boobs to him.
T.H. didn’t know if I was doing it on purpose, to anyone out of my mind I was just drunk and sitting sloppy while trying to go home. The fact he didn’t know if I wanted him made everything hotter. Would he be this creep? I fought the urge to bite my lower lip.
My panties were soaked and I was literally feeling my clit pulsing, needing some friction. I wanted so much to touch myself now. The driver was glancing between the rearmirror to me and the empty road. I was still playing innocent, opening my legs just a little bit more, as if I was just adjusting myself in the seat. My heart was racing. Does he knew I want to give him a show? For me it would be even hotter if he tried something without knowing. I wanted him to touched me without consent, to try.
My mouth watered and I could feel the rush of warm water coming down between the folds of my pussy, making a big spot on my white lacy, making it see through. I was wondering if he could see my panties were getting transparent with my juices and if he would try something.
I fought to not bit my lip. A stranger older man, I never saw him before, touching me, me rough, I could be just a cum slut and that’s all. Not just imagining but being fucked as just a body. Humn, I need it.
I kept on my phone, still playing the clueless girl, but glanced at the rearmirror. His eyes were burning me. I swallowed and he took one of his hands off the wheel and started to move close to the middle of the seats, closer to my knee.
I was still pretending to be clueless of my little show, even though my lacy thong was so drenched I was sure he could see it. The driver started to “look for something” behind his seat with his free hand, and I saw his fingers trying discreetly to brush my knee. He was testing the waters. It was now, I could only think “gosh, please touch me.”
My heart jumped as my panties got so soaked that it leaked to my dress. My mouth gaped a little. He didn’t know if I wanted him, he was harassing me, everything could just be a mistake. jesus, it was so hot I almost moaned, but instead I slid my posture a bit forward, yawning, playing the innocent. And then my knee touched his hand.
He froze, car still moving slowly in the desert street, his fingertips just touching my skin. My heart was crazy, the heat in my lower belly sending shivers to my body and making me soaking wet.
I moved my knee up and down, still looking at my phone, but I couldn’t help and bit my lower lip. My knee caressed his fingers and I put my phone down, looking at the rearmirror. His eyes were on me and I opened my legs at the same time his hand went up my thighs.
My pussy was dripping and I wanted this stranger to fuck me rough. I needed his cock, I needed it. I wasn’t myself anymore, I was on heat, pulsing, wanting to be filled. He swallowed and I saw his chest going up and down.
His hand left my knee, fixing his crotch. I saw his eyes on me while the car was moving slower. I put my hand above my panties and closed my eyes.
“Do you mind?” I moaned to him while my fingers were rubbing my clit above my soaked panties. I saw him wet his lips.
“Do what you want, pretty thing” he said back, his voice was patronizing and shaken. He was horny.
I touched my boobs and hummed like a cat in heat. How could I need a cock so much? I was feeling my nipples hard against the thin dress and moaned like an easy slut I definitely was being while rubbing myself.
I saw his hand on his crotch again and I wanted to suck him. I heard his belt being open. I opened my eyes, sliding more on the seat, moving my hips against my own finger, giving him a show.
Then his hand came right to my pussy, he grabbed it, squeezed my soaked pussy against his hand. I threw my head back on the seat, opening my legs widely and moaning. I felt like I was melting in lust and need. His hand was rough and warm and big, covering my entire pussy.
“Humn, you’re a slut, aren’t you? Wet like this.” He squeezed my pussy again, shaking it and opening my folds even with the lacy above it, making the perfect friction to my clit. He thrust his rough large finger inside me, not bothering to take my thong of the way and the fabric rubbed hard against my clit and butthole.
“Humn, god, please don’t stop.” I murmured, legs wide open, moving my hips against his finger. “Please, please”.
“You knew what you wanted when you slid in here with this dress, didn’t you?” He sounded so patronizing, almost scolding me and it made everything better. When he talked, low, horny, sounding like the older man he was, I almost came, my body literally trembled.
“No, no. I swear.” I murmured crying with need while he was finger me. “I didn’t… I was just clumsy. I swear” I said, biting my bottom lip. He took his finger out of me and slapped my clit. “Oh, gosh” I need it, I need it so much. I pulled the top of my dress down, my boobs bounced when they got free from the fabric, my nipples begging for attention. I was still half dressed and his hand moved my pathetic excuse of panties out of the way. “Please, don’t touch me, Please I didn’t do it on purpose.” I cried but I was using my own finger to rub my clit fast, little cries escaping my throat. My fingers weren’t enough. I was moving forward and my boobs bounced with me.
“You needy little slut. You are a lier. You want my cock.” He asked in a whisper. “Come here now.” He patted the passenger seat. I held my breath and soon made my way to the front seat. I sat, his cock was already out. I looked at it and swallowed, he was veiny, big, thick and different from younger men’s cocks. Covered in hair around the base and so tasty. It was glistening with precum. I opened my mouth, rubbing my thighs as I felt another wave of wetness driving me insane, dripping between my legs.
As the car was moving slowly I fixed my dress and he grabbed my neck, pulling my hair and glancing at me and back at the road. T.H. shook my head, a groan commanding me to go down.
“Please, don’t” I played pouting and he groaned when I begged, forcing my head down. I obeyed, almost coming when my mouth touched his tip.
“Humn, I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth first. You’re so dirty humn?” His cock stretched my mouth so wild it hurt a little in the corners and immediately made my mouth full of water. I was taking it inch by inch, drooling all over him, listening to his deep sighs. My pussy was dripping and clenching. I was sitting on my heels, rubbing myself against my thighs, my ass up.
His hand was on my hair, he grabbed me so hard, forcing me down, dictating the moves, making me gag as tears dropped. “You can take all, humn? Take everything for me? Make this old man happy” He asked moaning, I sucked him deeper, the light head feeling of the drinks were making everything surreal and better “Yeah, like that pretty thing. Like the little slut you’re” his voice made my clit pulse and I needed to be fucked so bad.
I sucked him slowly, making sloppy sounds and sucking him desperately as if he was the best treat. My mouth was going up and down, feeling everything I could and the car was almost stopping while his grunts and moans were getting stronger.
I was crying now, because his cock was so big and at how much I needed him in my pussy. I didn’t know if I could take all of him in my mouth. But he didn’t care. T.H. grabbed my hair and pull me out of his cock, a pop sound echoed. I clicked my tongue and licked my lips.
The car stopped in a desert alley, my mouth watered while I squeezed my nipples and nodded again and again feverishly, trying to take his cock in my mouth again, but he was holding me.
My elbows were resting on his thighs and my belly too, so my ass was all up, the hem of my dress poorly hiding it. I barely could look up at him with the force he was making on my neck and hair. My eyeliner was going down my cheeks and my lipstick was gone. My mouth was swollen and I was a needy mess ready to be fucked endless. He was holding me in place by my hair, I couldn’t move my head. So I begged.
“Please give it to me. Please, please, use me.” I murmured drunk and dizzy. I just needed to be fucked and to feel his cum in my mouth. He pulled up my dress, exposing my ass.
He rubbed his finger against my butthole, above the panties, and I rolled my hips up against his hand, the tip of his cock hit my chin with the movement and I licked it a bit, cleaning the precum off the head as he moaned. I was needy and completely feral, rolling my ass up to his fingers.
He forced my head back to his cock and jerked his hips up, forcing his cock down to my throat at once. I gagged, trying get my head up, but he pushed me back, I tried to stand up, but he kept my head in place.
“You won’t stop now you little slut” he grunted holding my head in place and shoving his hip hard against my mouth. The way he was forcing me made me moan and rolled my hips back, to meet his thick fingers inside my pussy. I got so wet around his fingers he laughed and jerked his hips again, forcing me to take his thick cock all the way down to my throat.
I was getting dizzy without air and drunk as I was I felt my head light and funny. He finally released me, pulling me by my hair, hos cock out of ny throat but still on my mouth. I breathed, without taking his cock out. I moaned, my mouth full of that thick cock, drooling all over myself, crying with how full my mouth was, gagging on him and sucking and sucking and sucking with frantic needy desire. I wanted him to force me again, I moved my ass against his hand, rolling my eyes at the feeling of his fingers inside me, going in and out hard and violently.
“Such a good slut, taking all my cock like this…” His fingers were soaked with my juices, pumping non stop in the same rhythm as his hips inside my mouth.
I screamed, muffled by his cock deep inside my mouth. He laughed and moaned. “So needy, so wet. Say it to me, you knew I was looking at your pussy, uuhmn?” He rolled his hips and his tasty thick cock made me gag again.
“No” I sounded muffled, and barely could answer as he was fuck fingering me so hard and my mouth. His hips were now moving fast, making his cock slide to my throat and back. I never did this before, I was never this relaxed to feel a cock so deep on my throat and not throw up.
He was my mouth so beautifully good. I started to suck him harder while moving my ass against his hand. One of his fingers left my pussy and slid between my panties, playing with my butthole. I rolled my eyes, my cries muffled by his big cock slamming hard against my throat. I would be screaming now if I wasn’t so busy sucking and sucking like I was desperate.
I rolled my eyes, tears coming down with my makeup as I gagged again, humming loud against his cock, feeling it salty and wet and pulsing. He was groaning loud and I was just feeling so much. His finger went inside my pussy and then he took it off and pulled my hair roughly up, taking me out of his cock. I was dizzy, drunk and a complete mess. For a second I felt like I would pass out.
“No, no, let me suck you more, please, please. You are so tasty, please” I said with a pout while he was holding my face roughly and rubbing his fingers on my lips and dirty face. “I wanna feel your cum.”
“You’re such a needy kitten. You moan like a kitten.” He was holding my hair so roughly it was hurting a little, making me look at his face. He was so crude, old and a complete stranger and I needed his cock so badly. “You like being a fuck doll? You want to be this little cum slut today, don’t you?”
“Please, please.” I murmured nodding and completely submissive to this stranger. He could do whatever he wanted, he could ask me anything. I just needed to get fucked and his hands to keep going.
He grabbed my face, shaking it in a hurtful way, it made me clench indeed. He forced his fingers in my mouth
“Suck it” He commanded and I nodded, sucking his salty fingers like I did to his cock. I was drooling all over his finger while his other hand was grabbing my boobs. He pull me closer and dove between my boobs, moaning loudly, his moans were gravel, rough like him. “Good kitten, little slut.” He said as his tongue were going to my nipple and he started to suck my boob like he was starving, making a wet mess with his saliva, biting roughly, grunting deeply, biting and sucking between then “So perky” he murmured taking his fingers out of my mouth and pulling my dress up once again.
He then left my boobs and fixed his seat until it was totally down. At this point I was just a puddle of lust and the need to be fucked, to have his fat cock inside me, to feel his cum and to be roughly fucked. He moved his pants down, stroking his cock two or three times, his thigh was hairy too. I took off my panties, my dress half up, my perky boobs out, my nipples hard after how hard he sucked then. I need this man to grab me.
He took his shirt off. He had a lot of chest hair and on his beer belly too. He wasn’t such an attractive man, he was rough and if I squinted enough it almost felt like he was taking advantage of me and I was loving it.
He was what I wanted, different, hairy, old with that pervy vibe that showed only in those moments. Even if I wanted to stop he probably wouldn’t and this idea got me hornier.
He grabbed me by my thighs, forcefully pulling me to him. I sat on his pulsing cock, grinding, but he wasn’t inside yet. I moaned in anticipation feeling his cock against my bare pussy and I immediately coated his dick with my wetness. I rubbed my clit against his length, electric waves making me roll my hips.
“Tell me you did it on purpose, you tease.” He demanded, making me go down to the point where my bobs were on his face and my ass was all up.
My dress went a bit down and he grabbed my ass, pulled the fabric up again, pumped his fingers inside and out my pussy and then went to my clit, squeezing it and making me scream. He gave me rough bites on my neck and collar, his grunts rough and hot. He was animalistic grunting against my skin, his messy stubble scratching me and hurting a bit.
“You opened this legs and showed me this pussy ’cause you wanna me to fuck you”
“I didn’t, I swear, why are you doing this? Please, please…” I murmured, feeling his cock pulsing as I played the innocent “Don’t force me please. I was just clumsy” I begged, wanting more than anything he forced me. It was making me needy and completely insane to fake he was forcing me. “Don’t, please, don’t” I cried in need and pushed my boobs on his mouth while my clit was grinding against his bare cock.
“Such a good, needy kitten. Why are you lying like this. Tsc tsc.” He grabbed his cock and aligned on my entrance. Then he took my boob in his mouth, he was not delicate. He sucked my nipple and bit my boob while his hands were forcing me down at once.
There was no time to adjust, no waiting, no inch by inch. He forced me down at once and he slid deep inside me, no condom, just the raw fuck.
When he did it he sucked my boob so hard inside his mouth that it hurt. But it hurt so good that I screamed and came. I came all over his big, large pulsing cock. My orgasm making me sensitive and dizzy.
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