Car Sex Story Novels & Stories

His hands roamed by body, squeezing my waist as our tongues rubbed together. “Hngh....” He pulled back slowly, eyes heavy-lidded, breath shallow against my cheek. “Have you had sex in a car?” he rasped. My cheeks heated, I stumbled with my words, replying breathlessly. “W-what?...”

COACH AND CHEERLEADER - 11 TIANA'S POV (part One) Whenever I thought or heard about car sex, my mind subconsciously associated it with discomfort. I couldn't understand how people could fuck comfortably inside a place that was the same dimension as a matchbox. There were so many questions. So many things wrong with the maths. The sex had to be terrible. It just had to be! All that faded into nothing as I jumped on his cock riding him hard. We were both moaning and grunting. His cock filled me as I bounced on him.

He growls hungrily in my ear. “Christ.” I moan, pulling the car over the first chance I get. I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard and deep. We were currently driving in the mountains, so there weren’t many people around. Cole pulls me on top of him, so I was straddling him in the passenger seat while we kiss like two crazed animals. His large hands slide under my skirt, squeezing my bum appreciatively whilst he rocks his hips up against me. Before my sexed-up mind could comprehend what was happening, Cole was inside me, and we were having hot, mind-blowing sex right there in the 1960’s Ferrari, somewhere in Nice in the middle of the mountains, the French Riviera stretched out before us.

As a result, the car bumped so high I bounced on Roscoe’s cock so hard that we both had our release. We both groaned so loud from the unexpected release that the driver stopped the car to check on us. “Are you okay, Mr. President?” I was breathing heavily, eyes closed and my body leaned on Roscoe. I don’t care about the driver’s presence anymore. The sex was too much that I only cared about Roscoe and his cock. “Were both okay, you fucking dumb! Just continue driving and don’t mind us.” I chuckled softly with Roscoe’s response. Then I heard the driver apologize.

And I'm stuck in my office wear, looking like a basic B. It's been hours and my feet hurt but Sexy Car Manager has been droning on and on about some Mini Cooper that's “just perfect for someone like me.” She cuts me off everytime I try to speak and somehow, her ass always ends up in the air because she can't stop bending over. It doesn't help that Deimos is just sitting there, not saying a damn thing while she shows off her ass. I'm this close to blowing up. “Thank you for your apt presentation but I don't want this car. It's–”

Doyin gave him blow job for more than an hour, and Mr Coker stood up, and he penetrated Into her from the back, and he had anal sex with her, Doyin thought It was over but Mr Coker said, "you want to ride Maybach, don't worry If you satisfy me and you carry me to the climax, don't worry I will give the car" he said "Are you giving the car or I can just ride?" Doyin, imquired, "All the cars belongs to my entire family, If you ride any car In this compound, Immediately you come back, you will drop the car keys Into my rooom, Mr Coker said,

"You're so tight, and I love it... Your p*ssy's making me feel so good and I know my d*ck's also making you feel awesome too. You must be dying to scream out of fear and pleasure, no?... But the ride is still long, we can't let the taxi driver ruin our happy sex, so stay quiet okay? I am here to give you the greatest car experience you would ever have..." "Hhmmm... mmm." "More, faster, you say?" At the backseat, the scene turned crazy as the lady peaked a couple of times because of somebody she assumed to be a ghost, a very horny sex god of a ghost. Meanwhile, inside the hideout of the storage house.

" Are you kidding me? " Arice said. " Yep! Just leave it to me guys! " We went to Alexia's house, as usual, to get her red car. Her red 1958 Plymouth Fury made by Stephen King. I know! Cool car, right? The best car of the year. We usually used this when we're roaming. We start the engine. Then we talk to each other while driving. " How's your love life Arice? I figured that you have STALKER? Is that's true? "

He’s propped up against his black BMW M4, acting like he’s been waiting forever. “Took you long enough. Should I open your door for you, your majesty?” He asks and bows. “About time you started treating me with the respect I deserve. Please tell me I won’t be sitting in any bodily fluids in this seat.” “Nah. This car is too small to have sex in. It’s built for speed. I’ll borrow your truck if I want to have sex in a vehicle.” “Like hell you will!” I’m never letting him take my truck anywhere now.

" Bryce leaned in close to her, his head pressing against hers. Their noses gently brushed towards one another, and then their lips crushed against one another. "I'm sorry...and I love you." Bryce said in a shaky voice as they breathed in one other's lips, feeling their warm breath in their mouth. Her hands wrapped around his head, and he pushed her even farther, moving his lips against hers as he did so. He began kissing her, and she reciprocated by kissing him back. The scenario inside the car was really x-rated. The two young lovers ended up having a sex inside the car, and the situation was resolved.