Neighbours - Chapter 53 - Sex Stories

Neighbours - Chapter 53

... the entrance. I knew my lips would be noticed, so I just had to hurry and ignore everyone around me. My heart was pounding as I reached the doors, pushed them open, and found David still waiting. I pulled on the door handle, but it was locked.

He lowered the window.

“Show me the bra,” he said.

I stood there for a beat, and then unbuttoned my shirt until the top of the bra was visible. He smiled, looking at me standing there on display for him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

I leaned forward, towards the open car window, and I pleaded.

“I want to suck your cock. I want to swallow your cum. Please, Sir.”

He laughed, but out of joy, not cruelty. He finally unlocked the door. I got in hurriedly and he pulled away.

The relative privacy of the car let me breathe a bit more slowly again. He drove in silence and my curiosity started to grow about what was next. I felt the plug in my ass. I felt the cage tight around me. I felt the hug of the bra around my chest. When I licked my lips, I felt and tasted the lipstick marking them, and I found my hunger to taste him only growing more urgent.

He drove, the smile plastered across his face. He made sure that my shirt was pulled open, so that he could see the bra.

“Stoke me, Crissy, get me hard,” he instructed.

He kept his eyes on the road as I reached over and unzipped his pants. I reached inside, finding his erection, and I began to stroke. He was growing stiff quickly, and I had to guide his cock out ...

... of his pants, into the air, for his comfort and for my access.

His cock was raging, and I felt the veins all around him pulsing. I was growing so warm inside, my ass squeezing the plug inside me, and I felt my own arousal frustrated and intensified by the cage. We were still driving, but all my attention was on him. I had no idea where we were, or where we were headed.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at that,” he moaned.

“Thank you, Sir,” I panted in reply.

But once again, I wanted more than stroking.

“May I, Sir?” I asked.

“May you what?”

“May I please suck your cock, Sir? Please?”

“You may,” he said with a smile.

I leaned down, getting my head into his lap, fighting to find a good position where I could move and still avoid the steering wheel. Finally, I felt my lips close around him. He was warm and firm and strong. I moaned around his shaft as my head lowered onto it. I still held the base of him tight, squeezing and caressing, as my head bobbed up and down.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me and encouraging me to take more and more. He was moaning and I was gasping. The taste of him filled my mouth, and it was intoxicating. I was drooling madly around him, my lips nearly reaching the base of his cock.

“Oh fucking yes,” he moaned.

I felt something changing. He was pulling over. It wasn’t until he helped me up, off of his cock for the moment, that I got a look at where we were. He had just pulled over on the side of the road, ...