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CAUGHT SPEEDING PART III

Author: Nancy Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-09 01:42:37

I moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder. I relaxed my throat, letting him slide deeper into my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, making my eyes water.

"Such a good little cocksucker," he praised, his voice rough with pleasure. 

The filthy words only turned me on more. I bobbed my head faster, slurping and sucking noisily as I took him to the hilt. I wanted him to use me, to fill me with his seed. I wanted to swallow every last drop.

I moaned around his thick shaft, savoring the salty taste of his skin and the musky scent of his arousal. His cock stretched my lips wide, filling my mouth completely as he thrust in and out. I could feel every vein and ridge as he slid across my tongue, the hard flesh pulsing with need.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. "I'm going to fuck your face until you can't breathe."

I moaned in response, the sound muffled by his cock. I wanted him to use me, to dominate me completely. I wanted him to take what he wanted from my willing body.

He started to pump faster, his hips snapping as he fucked my face with abandon. I could feel drool running down my chin as he pounded into my mouth, my lips stretched obscenely around his girth. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat again and again, but I didn't pull away. I wanted to please him, to make him come undone.

"Take it all," he growled, his voice ragged with pleasure. "I'm going to come so hard down your slutty throat. You better swallow every drop like a good girl."

I moaned again, the vibrations making his cock throb against my tongue. I could feel him swelling even bigger in my mouth, his balls drawing up tight. He was close.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep in my throat and came with a shout. His hot seed shot down my throat, filling my mouth with his tangy essence. I swallowed convulsively, trying to take it all, but some leaked out around his shaft, running down my chin.

He stayed lodged in my mouth as he emptied himself, his cock twitching with every spurt. Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop, his softening member slipping from my bruised lips. I looked up at him with glassy eyes, my mouth red and puffy from the abuse.

"That's a good slut," he praised, his hand cupping my cheek tenderly. He wiped away the tears and cum that had mixed on my face with his thumb. I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering at the gentle touch.

"Stand up," he ordered, his voice gruff. I obeyed immediately, my legs shaky from being on my knees for so long.

He spun me around and bent me over the hood of my car, the metal cold against my stomach. I felt his hands on my hips as he roughly pulled down my jeans and panties, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the cool night air.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, kicking my feet apart with his own. "I'm going to punish this naughty pussy."

I whimpered, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me. I knew I should be scared, that I was at the mercy of this stranger, but I couldn't help the wetness gathering between my thighs.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was begging for. More punishment? More pleasure? I just knew I needed something from him.

"Shut up," he growled, landing a hard smack on my ass. I yelped, the sting making me clench. "You don't get to make demands."

He rubbed the spot he'd hit, soothing the sting with his palm. Then I felt his fingers brushing against my pussy, feeling how wet I was. I moaned, pushing back against his hand.

"You're such a dirty girl," he scolded, circling my clit with his fingers. "Getting this wet from being punished. I should fuck you right here on this car."

I gasped at the thought, my pussy clenching. As much as I wanted him to fill me, I knew I couldn't. It would be too wrong, too dangerous.

But God did I want him to. I wanted him to claim me, to take what he wanted from my willing body.

I just had to hope he would be merciful.

"Beg me for it," he demanded, rubbing my wet slit. "Beg me to fuck you right here on the side of the road."

I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I whimpered, the word barely a whisper. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

He chuckled darkly. "Not good enough," he said, his fingers dipping inside me, teasing me with shallow thrusts. "Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how badly you want my cock splitting you open, making you scream."

I was panting now, my body burning with need. "Please," I begged louder, arching my back to push my ass against him. "Please fuck me. I'm so empty, I need you to fill me up. I need your big, hard cock stretching me, making me yours."

"Mmm, that's more like it," he praised, removing his fingers from my pussy. I whined at the loss, but then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

"Yes," I hissed as he pushed forward, his thick length spreading me open. "Fuck yes, fill me up. Make me your slut."

He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into me, bottoming out in one brutal thrust. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, my pussy clenching around him.

"Take it," he growled, setting a punishing pace as he fucked me hard and fast. "Take my cock like a good little fucktoy."

I could only moan and whimper as he used me, my tits bouncing with every harsh thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty parking lot, mixing with my desperate cries.

"So tight," he grunted, pounding into me even harder. "Your pussy was made for my cock."

"Yes!" I cried out, my orgasm building fast. "Use me, fuck me, do whatever you want with me."

He leaned over me, biting at my neck as he fucked me deeper. "Come for me," he commanded. "Come on my cock like a good little slut."

I couldn't hold back any longer and I came hard. Harder than I had ever come. He followed seconds later, filling me with his hot seed as he groaned his release.

We stayed locked together as we both caught our breath, his softening cock still buried inside me. Then he pulled out, his cum leaking down my thighs.

"I think you've learned your lesson," he said, tucking himself away and zipping up his pants. "Now get out of here before I change my mind and fuck you again."

I quickly pulled up my panties and jeans, not bothering to clean up the mess between my legs. I just wanted to get away from him before he decided to give me another round of punishment.

With a final dirty look, I jumped in my car and sped off, leaving him standing alone on the side of the road. My pussy ached and my thighs were sticky with our combined juices, but I couldn't help the satisfied smile on my face.

I'd never been fucked like that before, so hard and so thoroughly. And I knew I'd be dreaming about it for weeks to come.

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