secret traces, tight spaces in public places

Ok Loves–

Sifting thorough my past–and since ass play is where I’m at these day– I dug this one from the vaults–an oldie but goodie. This tale of tail include the man/character I call the Great White Shark– damn he has a nice thick long cock, a contagious smile and that ass hole East Coast attitude and voice that makes me dripping wet. I may have to re-post his other fuck me cock stories.   xoxo, lv

Suffice it to say, ass play has been on my mind all week”okay– for the last two weeks. Okay—since I let the Great White Shark take it. Whew–and what a take it was. It had been five years since I last had a lover who was into this, or should I say, who I would let, or could get me relaxed enough, get it in. I am not sure what it is about the Great White Shark, but he has this ability to revolt and turn me on simultaneously. He is the perfect undetectable predator, looks so cute, but sexually driven, compulsive, lecherous, and a rough fucking ride. It is making me wet thinking about him.


Walking to my car, my cunt is still dripping in my own cum and I am probably still staggering a bit from being bent over and taken deeply for the past forty minutes by his fantastic cock.

We arrive, I am expecting to say our goodbyes, instead he asks if I want to smoke a little weed. I really do not smoke too often, but I agree. I unlock the passenger side and let him in. We smoke and began to talk about various sexual topics. I guess he assumed that I had just fucked him in the alley, I was full time slut, when in actuality, I am only a part time slut.

He asks me a barrage of questions, which for the most part proves my part-time slutiness.

“Have you ever fucked a black guy?”

“Yes, of course, the security guard at my work is black and I fucked and sucked him in the library.”

Nodding, with an evil glint.

“Have you ever been taken from behind?”

I smile,

“Yes, the last time was about five years ago,and since you bring it up-well–he was black, too.”

This obviously turns him on. He grabs my thigh and says in that thick east coast intonation,

“Oh my god you’re a hot little bitch, that’s so fucking hot.”

Then he asks me–

“Have you ever been DP’ed?”

I flash a quizzical look at him, answering– “I don’t know.”

He looks at me like I am crazy, and then proceeds to tell me what it is. I shake my head vigorously. Oh no no no, not innocent me.

“Just because I screwed you and blew you in the alley doesn’t mean I am a complete slut.” Or does it? So begins his argument  of just how much I would like it, saying, “Oh girlie, your body is made for it, sexy bitch, you would love to be filled with two fucking huge cocks, me being one of them.” He grabs my hand and forces it on to his cock, which is huge and throbbing again, ready to go. I fucking love that.

All of a sudden he drops the seat on his side of the car, and commands that I move over. Sliding over, he tells me “not that way, turn around, let me see that ass.” I do as he tells me. I am behaving like some girl I don’t altogether recognize, but I am completely turned on, instantly lusty–concupiscent. He yanks my skirt past my waist, snatches my panties down past my thighs, while pushing my face and body into the seat, then proceeds to lay down a series of unrelenting swats to my round ass. It fucking stings, burns electric and makes me beyond wet. He grabs at my pussy, pulling the lips to fullness, rubbing firmly into the folds, making me liquefy. His hand cunningly wraps around my throat as he plunges his immense dick into my cunt. I swallow him up; he begins to pummel and hit it. I am moaning and my pussy is aching in an instant.The car is rocking to our strong rhythm. I am choking and loving it. He is a beast, and it drives me over the edge. I beg for him to take all of me. “Please take me, I want your cock in my ass.” I do not even recognize my own voice coming from my mouth.

I am not sure what it is about this night, but I am obsessed. He tries, and I clench up, oh–it hurts. My sacred space is tight tight tight. Closed, in fact. Giving up–saying, “well sexy bitch, I guess your job is to get fucked in the ass before I see you again, so I can fit my cock in there.” Disgusted and equally turned on by his comment I beg him, “no no” whining and whimpering, “you take me, please, please fuck me in the ass.”

Turning even more arrogant–if that is possible—“well, let me see.”

He swipes his whole hand into my pussy and brings forth the juice that is running in between my thighs and rubs it all over my star. Using his saliva on his cock, he slowly begins to enter my tightest space. I breathe a yoga breath, try not to clinch or flinch. He stops. Deep and low he rumbles into my ear “are you gonna let me do this or what?” I can only nod because his palm is covering my mouth, “then relax, slut.” I feel his tip push in–pop–I release, I concede and my ass opens up, and he is thrusting gradually into me. His stroke picks up speed and I am being splayed and fucked, my cunt is oozing, my car is rocking, the rain is pouring down, the widows are fogged, my brain is numb, my ass cheeks are being smacked raw, and my puckered star is wide open to the Great White Shark. I am his, fully.

My mind is drifting into a haze of gratification and pain. The Shark is riding me like the brute he is. Lost. He has taken complete control of me. My authority stripped. It is the trading in of my dominance. This is rare, and I like it. I can no longer hear him speaking, only bits and pieces, “you like this, sexy bitch?” speaking not to hear me answer, considering his hand is still clutched over my mouth. I like being called a sexy bitch. He begins to thrust unyielding, deeper. I can feel myself being pushed to the edge, it only takes one more hard thrust and one more “sexy bitch” and I cum, my secret space still being filled to the rim. Stuffed by his cock. I feel my fluid running down the inside of my thighs, my pussy wide open, raw, pulsating from orgasm, as my ass is crammed. When I cum I loose all sense and composure and the Shark pulls harder down on my jaw, his other hand grasping tightly onto my shoulder pulling my ass further onto his cock, as he blasts cum into me.

We are a fuck mess. Grabbing a stack of napkins, he pulls his dick out, places the stack over my hole, moving my hand to hold them in place and pushes himself off of me and out the passenger side door. I feel cemented to the seat, like I have been pushed so far into it that my body has melded. I am beat, in the best possible way. When I do finally lift my body up and wobble my way to standing, I immediately feel the soak run between my legs. I am shocked and I feel a fire blush flood my face, as he looks at me with a cocky smile, “You liked that, didn’t ya, you fucking sexy bitch.”

Comments
8 Responses to “secret traces, tight spaces in public places”
  1. Grace says:

    Of course you did, you little slut!! I would love to come help you with that, keep him wet for you. That was such a hot post, that my panties hit the floor and my duties got postponed. Damn it!! ;p

  2. Topaz says:

    Wow.
    Something about the surprise at your own reactions makes this even hotter than it already was.

  3. Supercock says:

    Holy motherfucking shit that’s hot! Wow!

  4. Blackpearl says:

    WHEW!!! Let me wipe the sweat off my lips…downtown that is!! You know how very much I loved that 3some pic! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH baby!!!

  5. Grace: I just love making your panties drop to the floor and you are welcome to join me anytime.

    Topaz: thanks–yeah just when I think I’ve been around–I realize I am far from it.

    Supercock: Thanks love. You know I like me a little public action…

    blackpearl:I know girl–he was hot. I gotta get me some more of that threesome action again, and this is like the third time you have mentioned it….hmmmm? I think Miss. Pearl needs two cocks to satisfy that pussy.

  6. no_one says:

    Good work, great words Vixen.

  7. jun-ko says:

    You have the best stories, girl.

  8. jimmj43 says:

    Dammit! And here I am: old fart/geezer w/standard-issue cock and deep=rooted midwest twang (read: no NY ‘attitude’) who too infrequently semi-stalks his most favorite Library Vixen. Which reminds me: It’s about time I cleaned out my LV file and sent you s’more links to images & sources. Now my balls ache…
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    In a GOOD way!