The Family BBC - Chapter 10 (end) - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 10 (end)

... extra mushy.

"Shit. I'm leave'n." Leland scowled.

I sneaked a grab of my glowing husband's bulging crotch. "I'll see you after work, Honey."

"Fo fuck's sake." Leland started walking. I grabbed the parking ticket on my Volvo and pocketed it, but George headed for our Prius which he had parked farther away. He avoided glancing back to me and the man who used to cuckold him. But he worried about my wicked plan's succeess.

"Get in the car, Mr. Jones." I took my keys from purse and jangled them. He gave me a sour look but ambled up and got into the front passenger seat.

After starting the engine, I looked down the street for a chance to pull into traffic. Leland's left hand pulled the front of my mini-skirt up to my waist. "I warned you, White Slut, both you and Pussy Mouth. You should have left me on the sidewalk."

"G-get your hand off me." I had trouble finding my stern voice. "I'm taking you to a hotel, all expenses covered for a week. So you have time to organize a plan." My car entered traffic and headed south.

"Plan?" He scoffed. "All I care 'bout, right now, is seeing your pussy after a long time in jail." He gently pressed to fingers into my very slick vagina. "Can't believe you thought you could dress like that alone with me."

"I guess I wasn't thinking. Now let me drive." I scolded. I turned onto a street and accelerated cautiously. My sex sent shivers up my back.

"I hope yer a good driver, Slut." He began porking my juicing pussy. My hips ...

... clenched around his stirring fingers, and I muffled a groan by pressing my lips together.

His right hand reached around and replaced the fingers inside of me with fresh ones. His pussy wet left reached into my open, fur jacket and groped my titties, one by one. He mauled them through the thin and sweaty undershirt. That jacket was hot!

"Gods, Leland. Stop that!" I swerved a little left and right, to make my point.

"Hells, Bitch. Pull over right here and get in the back. I'm gonna fuck you blue."

"No!" I took a hand off of the wheel and batted the hand on my boobs. It didn't give way. "We're almost there, damnit!" I tried. "People are getting out of work right now all over downtown. I don't want to hit one."

"Heh." He grunted. "Would be something though if we got caught fucking. I'd have got out of jail and back into it on the same day." He pawed my body less vigorously.

I suffered his gentle but annoying groping for another three minutes until I found a space on Seth St. A dented Tesla was just leaving. After engaging the parking brake, I tried again to shuck Leland's hands, without success. The engine was still running. His trousers were cheap, the least the city would spend for ex-jailbirds who couldn't afford clothes. He'd been naked when arrested. I had to turn my head away from the growing bulge behind his gray, crotch panel.

Finally, his left hand let go of the shirt he'd wrinkled, so he could turn off the engine and take my keys. That gave me time to ...