“Oh, I’m about to get even dirtier,” I warned him teasingly. “And so are you.”
Impulsively I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face into my ass before he could protest. I sighed deeply as I felt his lips touch my ravaged knot.
“I want you to lick my ass,” I gasped, pushing myself back so that his head was pressed against the seat. “Just like I licked their ass. And I want to feel your tongue sliding in nice and deep, tasting all that cum.”
His initial protest was futile. This had always been part of our fantasy and role-play and now that I had moved fantasy into reality, I didn’t want to miss out on indulging a single detail. I couldn’t help but realize in that moment just how much hotter it was than anything we’d ever done before. It was like a heady sexual rush, feeling his tongue sliding around my slippery asshole, and working its way inside me. I began to grind myself back against his mouth, forcing him to obey my every demand as I felt the delicious flame of power inside me.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I urged him. “Lick my slutty little ass. Just like that.”
Breathing hard and unable to move from where I had him pinned, he had no choice but to give in to the moment. I had braced myself in an awkward position with one hand pressed against the steering wheel, hunched over in this confined space, but the it just made the situation feel even more urgent than it might have had I waited until we had gotten home. I had wanted the moment to be fresh and raw.
I moaned as I felt his tongue sliding into my hole, the pleasure of him treating my ass to this kind of attention was like a new kind of sexual rush. My pussy was a mixture of cum and juices and it dripped down between my legs onto his cock that was once again hard and throbbing. My hand reached down to stroke his shaft, working him into a state of renewed excitement until I couldn’t resist any longer.
I slid down into his lap, moving my ass over his cock and grinding it against him, teasing him as I leaned back against his chest. I turned my face to the side in time for him to slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with cum stained lips and letting me share in the depravity of the moment. I sucked his tongue, always eager for him.
“I’ll bet you want to fuck my ass right now, don’t you?” I whispered finally.
“Uh huh.”
“You know how many cocks stretched out that little hole tonight before yours?”
“You were a fucking little ass whore for them weren’t you.” he choked out, urgently positioning me until his cock was at the entrance of my well-lubed knot. With a groan he began to push it inside, and I felt the head followed by the shaft slowly sink into my creamy depths.
“I was thinking about you every time they slid into me, knowing how good your cock would feel at the end of the night, throbbing inside me… just like this. And oh my god… it feels so good.”
His arms went around me from behind, his hands moving up under my arms to grip my shoulders for leverage, pulling me down onto his shaft while thrusting his hips upward. I rode his cock, feeling it hard and pulsing in my ass, as I leaned back against him. I felt his warm breath in my ear.
“You’ve had so much cum inside this tight little ass tonight, huh? And you still want more?”
“I always want more,” I moaned, turning my head to the side in time to feel his lips lock on mine, his tongue roughly parting them as it slid into my mouth, as he kissed me aggressively. His arms held me tightly in a vise-like grip and I gasped as he did a series of hard fast thrusts deep inside of me, as though to punish and pleasure me at the same time.
“How’s that, huh? Is that enough cock for you?”
“No, more…” I moaned, urging him on. “I want you to fuck their cum right out of my slutty little ass.”
He continued to pound away at me. I felt raw and dirty and so deliciously used, helpless to his every move. The cum was dripping down his balls, making everything between us a sticky mess, including the leather car seats, but neither of us cared. We were in the moment, pushing ourselves forward into one final mind blowing orgasm. The flood of his cum inside my ass sent me over the edge into my own climax and finally we melded together, in a sweaty mess of exhaustion. It was the most intense moment of our sexual history together. It was raw, primal and almost inexplicable.
We didn’t talk much on the way home. I think we were both still overwhelmed by the entire night. It felt surreal somehow; like a dream. He was so quiet that I wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking. But when I got into the shower later to wash the remains of the night away, he surprised me by following me. And we fucked again under the hot stream of water, as though restoring a sense of normalcy to our lives as a couple.
Almost.
We didn’t speak of that night for the next few weeks, but the thrill of our individual memories of those intense moments in the car certainly added a renewed excitement to our sex lives. It was like when we’re first met, when we were unable to keep our hands off each other.
It was why I felt like he could hardly blame me for wanting to ride that kind of high again. It had been such an incredible rush. How could he not want to experience it over and over?
The next time I did it, it was again without telling him first. This time it was two guys that I’d fucked at the same time. He seemed more conflicted listening to all the sordid details I gave him. And afterwards he grew a little more distant. Maybe I should have read that as a sign, but this had always been our fantasy together. I thought he’d wanted it just as much as I did.
The third and final time I came home after a torrid fuck-fest with a couple of coworkers, I was eager for him, wanting to share every dirty moment. But he just stood there with wide eyes as the cum dripped down the inside of my legs.
“You’ve gone too far Stacey… way too far. The first time was hot. The second time was pushing it, but this is just… taking things to another level.”
“But I thought you wanted this,” I stammered. “This was our fantasy.”
“Yes… exactly… a fantasy. I never expected it to become a reality. And now that it has, you want more and more. It’s like I’ve created a fucking slut-monster in you.”
Wounded, I shrank back against his accusations. “I can stop.”
He just shook his head. “I feel like I can’t trust you anymore. Every time you leave the apartment, I keep wondering what you’re going to do next. Even though you say you can stop now… how can I ever possibly be sure? Unless…”
“Unless what?”
He frowned and grabbed a brochure off the hall table and wordlessly handed it to me.
I glanced down at it and then back up to meet his eyes. “Sex rehab? Are you serious?”
His eyes were solemn and his face grim. “If you want to save this relationship, you’ll do it. I need to know that you’re going to be able to get over this obsession of yours, if I’m ever going to be able to trust you again.”
It wasn’t really a decision that I had to consciously make. I loved him and wanted to make things work. And if that meant proving myself through a treatment program, it was something I was willing to do.