This one was off the wall. We met this guy online and he was really close, just over in the next county, but right near the border. I chatted a long time alone as well as with Jon and we felt comfortable meeting him. But the truth was, when I chatted alone he got really dirty. Describing what he would do to my “cunt” and round “slutty” ass. How I would be a “grunting whore for him.” If Jon had heard that he would have stopped it right there. He likes his vixen treated like a lady… until it’s time not to. The truth was, I found it hot. He knew what he wanted and how he wanted to use me. And he spoke very clearly about that.
We met on an overcast Sunday on a little back road that ended at a farmer’s field. His car was parked nose in and Jon put us diagonally behind him. We were going to do it in his car. That’s what he wanted and I liked the idea. Like going back to highschool on beer sipping Saturday night. I was in a loose skirt and a low cut tank top with my overcoat covering it all. Clothes to just move aside instead of getting out of, and of course I had no panties.
I got out and sauntered across the front of our car, giving Jon a look and a little smile before getting to the old big four door Buick. Matt got out just as I got to the driver’s side door. Dressed in loose jeans and a black t-shirt. With just a quick, “Hey, baby”, he pressed me to the back door and got a big handful of tit as he kissed me and pushed his body to mine. He groped at my ass with the other hand and sucked on my lips.
“Slow down, hun.” I said to him as he finally let me get air.
“I've been thinking about this all week.” He said hungrily. Nearly nose to nose, this middle aged man still looked up and down my thick body. “You are as dirty as your pictures. Such a slutty milf.”
Pushing my coat off my shoulders he hung it on the side view mirror, then dove into my neck as he got a double handful of my jugs again, pushing them up and rubbing on the cloth covered nipples. He nibbled at my flesh and then just under my jaw, pressing a leg between my thighs. I glanced over. Jon was seeing it all but nearly a car length away he could hear nothing. My own fingers were running along Matt’s sides. He was as old as Jon but in better shape. I let my hand trail down to those jeans, and reaching low, cupped his denim covered cock, giving it a squeeze to check its size.
“Yeah, there’s a fucking slut.” He said with a grin and a chuckle. “You like what you feel?”
I nodded, biting my lower lip.
That wasn’t good enough, “Say you like my cock, whore.” His eyes were devilish and playful even if his voice was stern.
“I like your cock.” I obeyed.
“Drop down and show your husband you like it.” he tugged at a nipple. “Go on. Show him you’re a cocksucking slut.”
He stared into my eyes just for the moment till I dropped to my heels. He helped me undo his jeans and I hauled out his 7 inch cock. I wanted to glance at Jon, but I knew he could see, I knew he was watching. Matt had one hand leaning on the car and the other held his loose pants as I took the head of his semi hard dick into my mouth. My back rested on the door as I moved my wet lips down his shaft. My tongue played with his head as I took him deeper. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth. I have always loved that, making a man stiff and ready, feeling it pulse and stretch all inside you till it grows so far you have to pull it away from your throat. I put a hand on each strong thigh as I began to work my head back and forth, moving his now hard cock in and out my red lips.
“Mmm, look at that dirty whore sucking cock.” Matt said just for my hearing. “Fuck, baby. You do that so good. Experienced little cockwhore.”
I moaned at that, humming along his shaft, before reaching for his balls. I tugged them down gently as I took him fully to my throat, letting the head nudge there. Matt wasn’t for tease and he leaned in, pushing that head right down my gullet. Throating me in the open air. I felt him grab me by the hair, pulling it out so I could breath then jamming it in again. Pushing his dick back and forth through my lips and down.
“Oh, yeah, eat cock, baby. Be a fucking slut for me.” he growled. And I was. I ran my free hand between my open thighs and across my wet pussy lips. My fingers ran along my dark furred puss.
Matt finally pulled me up and got me into the back seat. He went at my throat again and fondled my hanging tits after pulling each over the neckline of the tank top. Holding them up he went at my nipple, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue as I stroked his swollen dick. He nibbled and bit them, then pulled them with his teeth. Mashing them together then trying to lick all the flesh. I couldn’t help but arch my back and present them to him and his hungry mouth. I tossed my head back as he bit down. As he bit harder, I gripped his cock tighter, letting him gauge the pain.
He pulled me to him, trying to maneuver my thick ass over him. “Get in my lap, slut.”
I straddled him and he aimed that missile upward toward my twat. “Drop that cunt down on me!” he snarled. And I did just that. Impaling my wet and hungry pussy on him, my knees to either side of him and my big tits in his face. Now I could see Jon as I pulled this near stanger’s face into my cleavage. Letting him feast on my breasts and bite on my poor nipples as I ground into his cock. I felt his big hands SMACK at my wide ass as I moved on him. Pulling my heavy cheeks apart then Spanking them again.
“Fuck, Mama whore. That pussy is DRENCHED.” He dragged out that last word. “You LOVE fucking cock. Huh, slut?” Reaching up to my throat he commanded again. “Say it, Bitch.”
“I love YOUR fucking cock.” I’m the one that growled now. I had him deep inside me and popping nipples into his sucking mouth and nibbling teeth. He held me by the neck and swatted my butt. Sucking hard on my stiff nipples. I bounced in his lap, just a few inches up or I would hit my head on the roof of the car. He was latched to my tit and my fingers laced through his hair as I stared at my husband behind us. I let him see the lust on my face. And I even mouth the words, “He’s FUCKING me.” as we vulgarly ground together.
SWAT, “Move that fat ass. FUCK ME!” He spanked me again on my wide bottom. I moved up and down and back and forth, mashing our sex together. “You LOVE it, whore” SMACK, again on the same cheek, making it warm. I shoved my tit to his mouth, stuffing it in for him to suck.
But I surprised us both, I think. “Fucking, BITE ME!”. He latched down and PULLED on my nipple and it fucking hurt, but it felt so good. I rode him up and down as he spanked my bottom. Abusing my body, using it like he said he would. Rocking back and forth on him. Matt would SMACK and then rub my big sweet ass, over and over.
“I want you from behind, slut.” He looked up at me with intense desire. “I want that big ass right in front of me.”
I climbed off of him and out as Matt followed close behind. It was almost comical, I’m sure, with his pants still around his ankle. But he shoved me face first into the car. My knees just at the edge of the seat. He roughly shoved my head down before putting his thumbs to my butt cheeks. “Help me spread this open, sexy slut.” And with both hands I reached back to my cheeks. My face and tits mashed to the vinyl. I was so sloppy and ready, Matt shoved it right back in. Gripping my hips and plunging his seven inches deep into my cunt. Right there, with early fall air caressing my flesh, this man was pounding into my creamy hole. Smacking now not with his hands, but his thighs and groin. Holding tight and yanking me back and forth as he bucked his hips into me.
“FUCK, Look at that ass.” He exclaimed. “Big sexy slut ass.”
I had let go my cheeks, but my hands were out in front of me as I stretched my back and aimed my ass high. My tits and belly rubbed back and forth on the seat. Matt was just fucking hammering me hard, making me grunt just as he had promised. Guttural sounds pushed from my body on every stroke. I felt the wave coming. I felt the tide coming towards me. My pussy was clenching and my nipples were like bullets. He worked my body back and forth. I gripped his cock, but he just pushed harder.
“CUM, WHORE” He encouraged. “Fucking cum for me” Now he did SMACK my ass again. Sharp quick smacks. “Cum on my COCK”
My grunts were turning into growls. And soon one long connected wail. “AAaaahhhhhh” I was cumming hard around that dick. He kept pumping and gripped my fleshy ass. I spasmed around his meat till he finally pushed it all in and held it there.
“Fucking CUM, slut.” He said with intensity. “Make me cum with that spasming cunt.”
Roughly he shoved a thumb up my asshole and my head popped up and I really let loose with a cry. I think my vocal intensity is what finally set him off. Just as my cum was rolling over me, his cock began to spurt. He held me with that thumb up my rump and with some good hard plunges dumped that load deep into my pussy. God it splashed hot inside me, coating my walls, and I pushed back hard to get him all the way in. That thumb in my tight ass and his rigid spurting dick sent me over the edge the second time. My legs now shaking as well as my convulsing cunt. Matt smacked lightly at my round ass as he slowly moved his spent dick inside my well juiced hole.
Finally he let me go and I ambled on shaky legs back to our little sedan. My skirt was still above my ass, but my tits were put away. I felt used and hurt a little. My ass was warm and my nipples would be sore later. I climbed in and just lay in the seat with my head nearly in Jon’s lap. He stroked my hair as if to ask.
I’ll suck you later, baby. I promise.” I said with half closed eyes. I know he was like rock, but I just couldn’t do it justice right then.
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