“Mmmmm, Pete, I can’t tell you how good it feels. I just… ” I was at a loss as he breathed against my neck.
My back was pressed against the wall like he was pinning me but it was just my body weight holding me in place as the rest of my body floated. He was so close, one arm on the wall, the other hand gently skimming over my body, spreading the electricity everywhere he touched me. He cupped his hand around the collar and, with the lightest squeeze of my throat, said into my ear that he had a box of condoms and a very hard dick. I was just jello now.
“Touch my dick, slut,” he said, giving my throat another gentle squeeze.
I reached out and felt his cock through his pants. It was straight up, rock hard. The head seemed big. He moaned as I felt it, the shaft throbbing in my grip, and pulled him closer.
“Fuck,” he said in a long low tone, kissing my lips and waiting to feel my body respond.
I found his thigh and pushed my pussy to it. He pressed it into me and we kissed. He took my hands and gently lifted them, held them against the wall. Somebody walked by with their dog, chattering on their phone. I whimpered, grinding on his thigh, pinned like a little bitch, as he breathed into my ear and asked if I wanted him to fuck my slut pussy right here, or in his truck, or at his house. I chose truck. He smiled and tugged on my collar, took my hand and we walked back onto the busy street past the packed bar and down the block to where he was parked.
I was in another dimension from being treated like this. Never had I been collared, not even with a choker from the mall. Now I was this stranger’s slut, about to fuck him. We passed by an acquaintance of mine. I nodded and kept going. Does a real slut even care who knows. Collars are another thing that John would never do in the bedroom, since toys and outfits made him feel defensive, like they were his competition or something. Little did he know.
I was drenched in pussy juice. This is what I needed so bad. Being collared set the wildest part of me free and now I was going to take this stranger’s dick, in his vehicle, two hours after we met. He opened my door and helped me in. It was a big new truck with a step to get into it. I must have buckled up and we must have chatted about something but I don’t remember. I was throbbing and under the spell around my neck. I felt owned by and obedient to him. We drove to an empty spot he knew next to the railroad tracks, just about a mile from where we’d been. A big long train was on the way.
“Well that’s my ride, gotta go,” he joked.
“Take me with!” I said, laughing, and leapt towards him. We kissed passionately across the console, then I pulled my overalls down and pulled my top off. I was fearless underneath.
“Hop on out, you slut,” he said as he opened his door. I climbed out my side and shed my last clothes, wearing only shoes and the collar when we met at the back. My pussy was drooling a slick rope of wetness. He looked me over with wild lust as he put the cargo bed door down and lifted me onto it. He kissed me and squeezed my tits, then stood back and looked at my naked body again. The train arrived, the whistle blew a few times. Pete waved to the conductor. I felt so dirty I couldn’t believe it. I grinded my pussy and begged him to please please please fuck me because i needed it so bad.
“Lay down, bitch,” he said, staring into my eyes as he opened a condom.
His cock was galactic. I came as I fingered myself watching him unroll the condom over his shaft. I sat up and put my wet fingers up to his face. He licked and sucked them hard as he guided his dick to my pussy, massaging the tip on my slit. He let go of my hand and reached for my hair, clamping down on it hard.
“I just met you and you’re begging for my cock, you slut. Take it,” he said, rough, staring me down over the pounding train noise.
I screamed as he shoved it in and started pumping me, telling me to take it, slut, take it, over and over. His cock felt amazing, like a combination of everyone I’d ever fucked, all at once, every stranger and friend with benefits and short term boyfriend, all of them fucking my naked body together as one fat dick outside by the train tracks. I came and came on his cock, moaning for more. He pulled me down off the bed, turned me around and bent me over, fucking me from behind.
“That married pussy feels so good,” he said, pulling my arms behind me. “You’re such a fucking slut, cheating on your husband like this,” he reminded me, pulling on my arms a little harder.
“Yes, I’m a cheating slut and I need your cock,” I said. “Please fuck me, I need it so bad!”
He pounded me like he was paying me and I took that dick gratefully. I never wanted it to end. I was his train tracks slut and would do whatever he wanted. He told me to turn around and kneel. His shirt was on the ground and I sank down to the ground as he pulled off the condom.
“Put your tongue out. Put your ring on your tongue,” he said.
I did as he said, my tongue stretched with my diamond ring presented to him. He jerked off onto it, moaning loudly as he came in thick hot ropes onto my tongue, lips, eyes. He sighed and laughed as I spit the ring into my hand and put it back on so as not to lose it. His cock was still hard and I wanted to suck it, but he helped me up and pulled me into his arms.
“You’re so sexy, oh my god,” he said, hugging me and then giving my ass a slap.
He found my clothes and handed them to me, and got a towel from his truck and gave it to me sheepishly. I squeegeed his cum into my hands and all over my tits, slapping them joyfully, then wiped up. He was smiling, we were both glowing as he drove me back to the bar and my car. My wedding ring had his sperm drying deep in the setting. So did my face and hair. I kissed him and said thank you so much before I got in my car. I screamed in delight as I drove home, still collared, to go to bed without showering.