I pulled into the parking lot of the large office building, the evening sun reflecting on the glass of my black Lexus. I was here to pick up my girlfriend, as I sometimes did.
The drive here had been pleasant enough but not something special to dwell on. I killed the engine, sighed and then took out my phone. We’d both agreed that it was not so much of a good idea to walk into her office when I came to pick her, so I dialed her number instead.
The line burred softly and connected a couple of rings later.
“Hey babe, I’m outside,” I said, my eyes on the building, watching to see if she’d come out.
“Oh babe, sorry but I’m not done yet,” her soft voice filtered through the phone. I bit my lip and let out a barely audible ‘oh fuck!’
“I’m sorry babe, I’ve still got some work to do.”
“Nah, it’s alright,” I said and sighed. “I got here early, thought there was gonna be way more traffic than there was.”
I listened quietly as she muttered more apologies. I was here already, so I might as well wait.
“Don’t worry, I’ll just park the car and take a quick snooze. Being feeling a little sleepy anyways.”
“I won’t be long, you know, maybe ten minutes. Sure you wanna sleep?” She asked and I chuckled, “you’ll be surprised what ten minutes can do,” I said and then I thought of something and I smiled. “A good ten minutes nap and lots of hours of fucking.”
She giggled, just as I knew she would. She said bye and promised not to be long. That was fine by me.
“Love you babe, see you in a bit,” I said and ended the call. I tapped the wheel and sighed. Rushing for nothing, I thought. It’d be a good idea to get that quick shut-eye, so I adjusted myself on the seat and closed my eyes.
About a minute later -It had to be because I ain’t even slept yet, I heard a soft tap on the window on the passenger side. I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I was surprised to see a lady waving at me, her chest pressed into the car window.
She made a hand gesture, pointing at the window. I pressed a button and the window began to slide down.
“Hey,” she said, just as the windows slid down, letting in the cold air.
“Hey.” I replied.
“You’re Prince, aren’t you?” She asked, leaning even further into the side of the car.
“Yeah, Princebreed,” I said and nodded.
Her face looked familiar. I’ve seen her before, I was sure of that.
“Hey, haven’t we met before, at..uhm, the company bowling party last month?” I squinted my eyes at her as I tried to juggle my memory
She smiled. “Yeah, I’m Ellie.”
“Right, Ellie. How you doing?” I asked, returning her smile.
“I’m good. What are you doing here?”
“Well, I…uh, came to pick up my girlfriend, Brianna,” I answered, my eyes going over the little part of her body that was visible.
“I guess you lonely huh, all by yourself?” She asked in a voice that was laced in sensual energy; soft and sexy.
“Well, I’m alone, but I ain’t lonely,” I answered, wondering why she’d think that.
“Can I keep you company?” She asked in that soft voice.
I gulped and agreed. “Yeah, sure, come on in.”
She giggled and immediately opened the door, slamming it just as she got in. My hand reached for the window button and soon it was back up.
“Pretty cold out there, ain’t it?” I asked, eyeing her over. She wore a waist-high skirt that exposed her smooth thighs and was probably too short for office use, and her blouse was so damn tight, it showed off her cleavage.
I tried to keep my eyes off that and focus on a conversation.
“Heard you’re now in another department,” I said, trying not to gaze at her cleavage.
“Yeah,” she said slowly, as if not interested in my question.
“You know, it’s uh, well it’s extremely cold outside, ain’t you got a jacket?” I asked, taking the chance to look at her body. But she had to be cold, her blouse was short sleeved and with all that skin showing, surely she had to be cold.
“Yeah, it’s really cold out there, ” she said and then winked at me, “but I ain’t cold.” Her voice was hoarse now, as if forced.
I glanced down at masaj porno her thighs and her short skirt. “Are you okay with…I mean, are they okay with what you’re wearing to work?”
“Something wrong with it?” she asked, a slight frown on her face.
“Nuh-nuh, I didn’t mean…well, I’m just saying, that skirt’s kinda short, ya know? And uh, your top’s kinda tight. Showing off your uh…”
“Tits?” She chipped in.
“Well, I didn’t wanna say tits. Didn’t wanna be so forward.”
She smiled and wriggled her shoulders, showing off her tits even more.
“I’ve been thinking ’bout you since the bowling party,” she said and leaned closer.
I chuckled. Yeah, I knew that; it wasn’t really hard to tell, I mean with the way she looked at me then and the looks she was giving me now. But then what she said next kinda startled me.
“I’ve also been thinking about…” Her voice was hushed now and she pointed at my crotch.
“Fuck outta here, thinking ’bout what?” I asked, a bit surprised.
“Your girl told me about him,” she whispered and winked at me.
“She told you wha..y’all should not talk about that kinda stuff at work.”
I was surprised and didn’t hide it. She, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying this. She kept on giggling. I guess I just met another crazy bitch.
“That is not workplace dialogue,” I said, and then paused. Curious, I asked, “How big she say my dick is?”
Ellie giggled and batted her eyelashes. She placed a finger on her lips, her eyes on me and then she said in slow, swirling words, “Seven inches.”
I chuckled, “Off by a few inches though, but that’s about right.”
“Can I touch your dick?” She asked, well, more like demanded.
I gasped and turned sharply to look at her, “What? No, you cannot touch my…what the fuck?”
She shrugged and leaned in closer, her flowery scent strong–I wondered if Brianna would notice. Even if she did, I’d just say it’s a new freshener.
“Why not?” She asked.
“Why…you are friends with my girlfriend,” I said, my eyes on her parted legs and the skirt that had ridden up higher, exposing more flesh and a bit of her apparently wet dark blue panties.
“She’s my coworker,” Ellie corrected and rolled her eyes.
“Alright, coworker, friend, same difference. You. can. not. touch. my. dick,” I said, trying to spell out the words to her.
She adjusted herself and parted her legs even further. Her fingers slid over her crotch and she started making circular motions on her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip as she slid her fingers into her panties and brought it out. She wiggled her fingers at me before she went back to playing with her pussy.
“Your pussy wet right now,” I said, noting the glistening wet juices covering her fingers.
I could already feel my dick responding to this sight. It had to stop.
“You know what, get out of my car,” I said.
“Why should I?” She asked, still rubbing her pussy, her lips twisted.
“Because I’ll wanna fuck you and that’s gonna be a problem.”
“Why? I don’t see how that’s a problem,” she said stubbornly.
“I’m trying to be faithful…to my girlfriend,” I said but the words were merely forced as I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy. “I’m trying to escape temptation and before this becomes a problem, I’m gonna have to kindly ask you to exit my vehicle.”
I sincerely hoped she’d listened, although it didn’t look like she did. She continued rubbing her pussy, letting out tiny moans from her mouth.
“I see you rubbing your pussy,” I said. Damn, looks good. “The way you rubbing your pussy is good though.”
She raised one leg slightly and gave me a better view of her pussy as she pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. Yeah, she was soaking wet alright.
“Wanna touch?” She asked and cooed.
I almost blurted out a yes, but I checked myself. “No, I cannot touch your pussy.”
She looked disappointed. “Why not?”
“Well, first of all, you haven’t deserved the privilege of my hands touching you anywhere; you have to be deserving of that shit.”
“Say öğretmen porno what?” She said and gasped.
“Damn right,” I said and smiled. Then I thought of something. “But you know what?”
She shook her head, her fingers still flicking her pussy.
“I give you permission to continue to touch your pussy.”
And she continued, her fingers working furiously now.
“Damn,” I moaned, “that looks good. Sounds so wet. Here, hold my hand, continue to rub your pussy with your right hand.”
She slowly reached out her left hand and touched mine. Her hand was a few times smaller than mine, her fingernails painted purple. Her fingers traced a line in the palm of my hand, making me groan.
“Yeah, feel my hand. Feel how hard and rough it is, feel the veins. Imagine these strong fingers in your pussy, yeah, imagine ’em fingering your pussy.”
She was beginning to moan louder now and her body wriggled. She squeezed my hand tight as her hand remained lodged between her legs, her pussy making a squelching sound.
“Tell me it feels good,” I said to her as she moaned and clutched my hand tighter. She shakes her head, her eyes half-closed as she rubbed her pussy.
“Come on, tell me it feels good,” I urged her.
“It feels good,” she said, her voice a tiny whisper.
I made her repeat it over and over. I groaned, enjoying the feel of her hand squeezing mine and the sight of her finger in her pussy.
“I wish it was your cock in my pussy,” she moaned.
“Oh yeah?” I groaned, my eyes still on her. She nodded, working her pussy hard.
I chuckled, “Well, first of all you gotta call it a dick, like the slut you are. Go ahead, say it.”
“I wish it was your dick in my pussy,” she said in a soft, quivering voice.
“Good girl. Damn, you sure are one obedient slut, huh?”
She nodded and moaned, clasping her thighs together, her fingers still buried deep in her pussy.
“I love obedient sluts.”
She turned to me, her eyes filled with desire and her lips plump and wet. “Please, touch…my…pussy,” she begged but it just made me smile. I shook my head, “No, you haven’t earned it yet.”
She gasped as I said this and threw her head back against the seat. My gaze fell on her thighs as they shook from the intensity of her lust. “Take them off,” I said.
“What?” she asked and stopped for a moment.
“Take your panty off,” I repeated myself and smiled when I saw the shock on her face. She tried to object, probably shy, but I insisted.
“Come on, go ahead,” I urged.
She dug her hand into her skirt, raised herself up, and then slid the panties off. I nodded and smiled at her, she obviously needed it bad. Her pussy smelled so good, her musky arousal almost intoxicating.
“Now put those panties in your mouth, nasty bitch. Taste your own pussy,” I commanded and she did exactly that, as her fingers reached her pussy and pushed in.
The sight and the way she was moaning made me horny. I moaned as I palmed my dick through my pants, feeling it throb in my hand. Even the big man wanted to get into that wet slut’s pussy. I couldn’t do that so I had to do the next best thing. I unfastened my belt and button and pulled out my dick. Shit was already leaking precum.
“Now stroke my dick,” I said to her and immediately she grabbed my dick. She pulled at it and began to stroke it fast, matching the pace of her own fingering.
“Slow down,” I groaned, “don’t make me cum.”
I reached out and grabbed her hand from her pussy. She moaned in mild protest.
“I want to taste your pussy. Come on, stick your fingers into my mouth.” I moaned as I sucked her thin fingers, tasting her juices; damn, it was just as I had thought it would be- heavenly. She moaned and squirmed as I sucked her fingers thoroughly, then I let it go and asked her to stick it back into her pussy.
She continued to finger herself, then she suddenly began to gasp and breathe rapidly. “I want to cum,” she said.
“Uh-uh, no way. You gotta ask my permission first before you cum,” I said and shook my head, thoroughly enjoying oral porno this.
“Can I please cum?” she asked.
“NO. You can’t cum yet, just keep stroking my dick.”
She threw her head back and whined, just as I said this. It was all pleasing to me. She began to stroke my dick hard, her fingers rubbing the head while she yanked at the shaft. I groaned, feeling the pleasure intensify.
I clutched the wheel of my car, tightening my legs as she stroked harder. This bitch was gonna make me cum early.
I turned to her, “You know what, I’m gonna count down from five and when I reach one you can cum.
Her eyes glowed wide, her hands still stroking.
“You ready?” I asked and she nodded. I moaned, “Damn, you’re a good girl. You gonna be a good girl for daddy? Fuck.”
My breathing was getting heavy now and my muscles tight. I began to count.
“Five.”
She kept stroking my dick with her left hand furiously fingering herself with her right.
“Four.”
The car was filled with moans and groans, and muffled breathing.
“Three.”
“Two. Get ready, bitch.”
I paused, groaning loud.
“One,” I said sharply and turned to her. “You can cum…come on.”
She spread her legs wide, let go of my dick and began to thrash against the seat, her juices seeping out of her pussy as she squealed and fingered herself. Her juice was ruining my leather seats but damn, I didn’t give a fuck.
She soon relaxed, though her breasts were still heaving and then she grabbed my dick and began stroking it. I drew in a sharp breath and moaned. I was getting close and if she continued I knew I was going to cum.
“Wait,” I said to her, breathing hard. My throbbing dick was already oozing precum so I asked her to rub it over her freaking pussy.
“Yeah, rub it all in.” I turned to look at her, “Give me your number, we’re gonna finish this during the weekend.”
“I want to make you cum,” she said to me in her sexy voice, leaning so close to me that I could smell her intoxicating pussy in her breath. But I didn’t want to cum now, not in the car.
She kept on begging me and damn, what a turn on it was. So I agreed and made her take my dick into her mouth. I groaned as her hot lips engulfed my dick and she began to suck it.
“Yeah, fuck that mouth with my dick. Good girl,” I said between breaths as she sucked my dick, even taking it deep into her throat.
She brought her head up, gasped and dribbled saliva all over my dick and the car seat.
“Nasty bitch, take a look at this mess in my fucking car,” I said and reached for her ass and smacked it. She moaned as I did this and I smacked her again and again, and each time her moans got louder.
I grabbed her hair and shoved her face onto my dick. She took it in her mouth and began to suck it. She coughs and choke, but I keep her mouth still on my dick, her saliva running down the side of her lips. I moaned and then let her go. She didn’t even look at me, but instead went back to sucking it. I was close now.
“Ooh,” I moaned and shifted my legs. “You better fucking swallow it,” I said, my voice thin and strained as my dick began to pulsate, spewing my cum into her mouth. I groaned loud and shook, grunting between my teeth and breathing roughly as I pumped the last of my cum into her mouth.
I urged her to keep sucking my dick and she did, stroking every last bit of my cum and taking it all. She removed her mouth from my dick and grinned at me like she won the damn lottery or something. I was relaxed now, breathing steady and then I grabbed her phone, programming my number into it.
“That’s my fucking number, bitch,” I said and handed the phone over to her. “Text me before you ever fucking call me.”
Just before she made to get out, I turned to her. “Call me this weekend, let’s do something.”
She agreed.
“Your pussy is all mine now, you hear me?” I said to her and smiled when I saw the surprised look on her face. “Yeah, that’s right. Before you fuck you better call me, okay? Even if your boyfriend wanna fuck you, you call me and ask for permission. I own that pussy now.”
At that moment, my phone rang, it was Brianna. I picked it up and she said she was coming out and that I should drive up to the front of the building. I said okay and ended the call. I was done with Ellie, so I turned to her.
“Alright bitch, get the fuck out.”