Dirty fun

The tyres on the old Landrover thrummed noisily along the busy dual carriageway. Sally watched the faces of the drivers passing them, enjoying their disgust and grinning to herself. She knew that the car looked absurdly out of place on the busy road because it was caked in mud from the previous days cross country fun. It showed exactly what she'd been up to in it, or at least where she'd been; what she'd been doing was an entirely different matter. 

Her passenger today was the same as yesterday, her boyfriend Pete. She knew that he was grinning too, the car had that effect on both of them. It wasn't fast and handled like a barge but it had taken them on some great adventures into the wildest corners of the country.
 

"You know" He said "We really should clean this mud off"
 

"Why? I like it dirty" She replied smirking

"I know" he grinned "but we're leaving a trail of mud and the other drivers don't look happy". He pointed at the driver gesticulating as he passed.
 

"How is that my problem?" She asked
 

"it's not, but I'd love to see if we can break the car wash" He said "Besides, we need to cross that off our list"
 

The car veered towards the verge as she turned to look at him.
"Ooh, Interesting" she said "keep talking"
 

He placed a hand on her knee, and began moving it upwards as he spoke.
 

"I know it was fun getting dirty yesterday" He said. "But it could be just as much fun getting clean today."

His hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt and continued along her thigh as she weighed up the decision, and he felt a familiar stirring sensation in his lap as his body responded to the feel of her legs: It was a common reaction and he loved the way her toned legs felt whether they were under his hand, wrapped around his waist, or over his shoulders.
 

"I suppose it is somewhere we haven't tried before" She said sounding doubtful as his fingers neared the top of her leg. "We'd have to be quick though"

"I don't think that will be a problem" He replied. His fingers reached the top of her leg but instead of the usual lacy lingerie they found smooth skin.

"Surprise" She said. "I was planning to find somewhere fun to play today and you've made up my mind about where and when"
 

"Excellent" he grinned “There’s one just ahead”.
 

As they neared the carwash Sally felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. It had been a long time since her first attempt at sex in a public place and she'd developed a taste for the thrill of finding some new location to use. Of course there had been some spectacular failures along the way but more often than not the sheer excitement made up for any calamities and she hadn't actually been caught - yet. The moment she decided on a new venue her arousal would start to smolder, drenching her panties and igniting a need that could only be resolved one way. Today was no different, as soon as Pete had suggested it, she had felt the familiar ball of nerves start to swell in her stomach as the butterflies took flight. Sally wriggled in her seat, aware that if she'd been wearing any underwear it would already be damp and at the same time grateful for the leather seats, a decision she'd been thankful for more than once.
 

As the Landrover stopped in front of the covered machinery of the car wash she turned to Pete. She was about to ask if he was going to pay when she noticed the obvious bulge in the front of his shorts.
 

"I won't ask you to walk then" She said "although it might be amusing to watch".
 

She winked as she dropped out of the door and headed to the kiosk to pay, returning a few minutes later armed with a code for the machine.
 

"I went for the longest program they have" She said "Only 8 minutes, but I think that should be enough this time. Now whip those shorts off and get ready while I drive in"
 

Pete didn't need any encouragement. By the time the engine had rattled into life his shorts were round his ankles and his hand was wrapped around his cock, gently stroking himself to ensure he was ready for her. Sally eased the car in between the big rollers, entering the required code as she went and stopped in the centre of the building. As the machinery started to whirl into life around them she slipped from behind the wheel and moved towards Pete. She looked hungrily at him, watching his hand stroke himself for a few seconds, something that never failed to excite her. She was tempted to lean over, take him in her mouth and suck him dry but the desire burning between her thighs called for something else. She needed him inside her as soon as possible.

She straddled him easily, one knee rammed hard against the door lining and the other beside the gear lever. Their lips met as she slowly lowered herself towards his cock. Pete opened his mouth and their tongues met at the same moment the lips of her wet pussy touched the iron hard tip of his aroused cock. As the brushes started to beat against the windows of the car she felt his hot shaft slipping inside her, filling her perfectly. She smiled into the kiss, closing her eyes with pleasure. Water sprayed against the windows and nylon brushes beat a staccato rythym on the bodywork, making the car shudder and vibrate under them. The movement only served to amplify Sally's arousal as the whole car turned into a vibrating shell around her. She pressed herself onto Pete,  grinding her pussy onto his cock as fast as she could, soaking in the sensations, the rest of the world forgotten for the moment.

Pete's hands grasped her buttocks in a vain attempt to slow her movements. He knew he wouldn't last long this time as he was so completely aroused, his cock was swollen almost impossibly hard and every movement sent a current of pleasure coursing through him so intense it bordered on pain. Realising that slowing her urgent motion was impossible, he moved his left hand inside her dress and explored upwards, stopping only when he felt her firm nipple slip between his fingers. He pinched the swollen bud between his fingers, squeezing her breast against his palm. Her pace faltered momentarily as she sighed at his touch.He felt her nipple respond, stiffening between his fingers as he continued to massage her breast. 

His right hand slipped across her arse, his fingers following the beautifully rounded curve of and easing down the cleft between her buttocks until his index finger reached the puckered flesh at it's centre and began to circle it. He felt her tense as she anticipated his actions but her motion didn't slow, if anything she began to press harder and faster into his lap, eager to climax before the machinery stopped and betrayed them. Pete felt his orgasm building rapidly inside him, his balls contracted, tightening between his thighs as they squeezed themselves, ready to empty their contents. His finger pressed against the tightly clenched muscle of her arse. As his climax built he pressed harder against her and the tip of his finger slipped inside, making her freeze, eyes opening wide as her pussy clenched around him like a third hand gripping him tightly as she inched closer to climax.

That was enough to push him over the edge and he felt the pressure in his groin surge uncontrollably as his cock convulsed inside her, pulsing it's milky fluid again and again. At the same time he pressed his finger deeper inside her tight little hole, filling her with new sensations as she felt him in both places at the same time. Sally felt the throbbing of his cock inside her and timed a last few movements perfectly so that tip of his still hard member hit just the right spot inside her to trigger her own orgasm and she buried her face in the nape of his neck to smother her cries as she came in a shuddering motion on top of him.

Outside, the rollers withdrew from the car and hot air started to blow across the outside, driving the water from the windows. Sally eased herself off of Pete's lap and back behind the wheel of the car. She cast a glance at Pete as she started the engine and began to drive off, he was sat still with his eyes closed, his slowly deflating cock covered in their glistening juices. She wondered if she should remind him to pull up his shorts but decided she'd rather he didn't just yet and pulled out of the car wash and eased back into the traffic.

Where next, she wondered.

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Her First Test

Anya knelt, still and quiet. She wore suspenders, stockings and a blindfold. 
A deep male voice from behind her said.

“Be a good girl. Don’t move or make a sound” 

She heard footsteps as he walked slowly around her, his footsteps echoing on the hard wooden floor. A hand touched her shoulder lightly and slid down to her breast cupping it gently. His fingers strayed to her nipple and pinched it hard. Anya knew better than to make a sound and suppressed the gasp that tried to escape her lips.

“Excellent” he whispered in her ear.

The footsteps receded and she strained to hear where he was. The sound of a door a few minutes later suggested he had left… but for how long? Anya knew better than to relax. The floor was cold and hard on her knees but she wouldn’t move, not this time.

She heard the door again. No foot steps yet though. She waited, still and silent. Was that breathing she could hear? She wasn’t sure and strained to hear, inclining her head slightly to the left.

A line of hot pain appeared across her naked buttocks accompanied by the unmistakable crack of a cane on her flesh.

“I said not to move”

“Sorry mast…”

The pain flared again as the cane lashed across her buttocks once more.

“I also said not to make any noise”

Again the cane slapped across her arse raising a fresh welt. This time she remained impassive. The cane bit again. Four bright red stripes evident across her cheeks.

“Good girl. That’s much better. Now, open your mouth.”

Anya did as instructed and opened her mouth. She felt the cane gently touch her bum. It traced a line up her back and onto her shoulder before slowly moving down her chest. It paused on her breasts, lightly tapping her nipples which responded the only way they knew how, becoming as hard as the cane that was touching them.
The tip of the cane paused in her cleavage before descending across her smooth flat stomach and tracing the outline of where her pubic hair would be if she hadn’t carefully shaved it this morning. 

The cane passed lightly over her pussy before passing between her legs, sliding across her inner thigh for what felt like forever. It stopped then changed direction, moving upwards, passing into the cleft of her wet cunt. The cane was pulled.. it’s length pressing against her clit as it slid through her. The friction caused by the motion was hot on her lips initially but she was so wet it soon slid effortlessly, only the pressure on her clit betraying the fact it was still moving.

She still knelt immobile, mouth wide open, her senses heightened by the blindfold induced darkness. The pleasure was almost too much for her to bear.

As the cane disappeared her senses strained to work out what was coming next.

She felt something lightly touch her lips, the scent was unmistakable and it was all she could do not to move. His cock circled her mouth, the tip passing over her lips tracing the outline of her mouth, teasing her.

“Very good” he said
“You may swallow”

With that he thrust his cock onto her mouth. She took it hungrily, deep into her throat and did her best to remain still as he thrust again and again into her mouth. Reaching down he grasped her tits roughly and squeezed her nipples hard as his cock started to twitch in response to the actions of her tongue and the suction of her hungry mouth.

His cum slammed into the back of her throat and she swallowed it all unhesitatingly as his cock spasmed in her mouth, his balls emptying themselves into her.

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A lesson in time

The old man sat quietly on the park bench. It was a beautiful sunny day and he was leisurely eating his way through a sandwich that had been carefully wrapped in greaseproof paper. He ate slowly at the pace of a man who had all the time in the world to enjoy the warm sunshine and watch the world race past him.

As he ate he cast his eyes over the park around him, focussing on nothing in particular but seeing everything. A movement at the edge of the shady grassed area in front of him caught his eye. A young couple were walking silently from the bushes and heading towards the path that passed his bench. The man was well dressed, looked to be in his early twenties and had a relaxed but confident air about him. He smiled as he walked. She was walking a pace behind him, her head cast downwards and smiling serenely. As they drew near it was evident that the young woman was wearing a coat that seemed far too warm for the weather. It was tightly closed from neck to hem as it would be on a cold winters day and looked out of place on such a warm day. The old man gazed curiously at the couple, the hint of a smile began to form at the corners of his mouth as he spotted the scarlet leather collar around the woman’s neck. The couple paused when they reached the path and the man whispered something in her ear that caused her cheeks to flush and a brief flash of fear to flit across her face. She glanced around quickly, seemingly assessing the number of people around before once more looking down at the ground. He whispered something else to her and then, taking her hand, led her towards the bench opposite the old man.

When they reached the bench the young man sat down in the centre of the seat and patted the space beside him whilst looking up into the woman’s face. They were close enough now, barely 6 feet across the path, that their voices were clear and easily heard in the quiet surroundings.

“Sit beside me” the young man said

The girl sat quickly, pressing her knees firmly together and resting her hands in her lap.

“You must be hot. Undo your coat” he said quietly but with a firm undertone that implied it was more than a suggestion.

The girl untied the belt that cinched the coat around her and fumbled with nervous fingers to undo the buttons securing it. Releasing the last button her hands returned to her lap. Her coat had fallen open across her chest revealing her cleavage but remained closed. A sparkle appeared in the old man’s eyes, his lunchtime view was improving by the minute.

“Now stand up and face me”

The girl stood, holding her coat together as she did so and turned to face the young man.

“Take it off” he instructed

“But I can’t. We’re not alone” She protested

“I wasn’t asking. Take it off. Now.”

The girl hesitated, clearly nervous and unsure what to do. She bit her lip nervously and stood still like a rabbit caught in the glare of his eyes.

“I won’t say it again. Now.” His voice was the texture of velvet wrapped around an iron bar.

Slowly, reluctantly, she removed her coat and handed it to him. The old man could see why she’d been reluctant now. Apart from the collar around her neck she was naked. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her breasts were small but her nipples were swollen and flushed almost scarlet.

“Better. That wasn’t so hard now was it.” He said “I’m going to give you a choice about what happens next. Since you hesitated and balked when I gave you an instruction you must be punished. Would you like to remain naked while we walk back to the apartment or be spanked here and now?”

The girl almost blurted a response but thought better of it. “I’d like to be spanked now” She said, adding 

“Please sir” as an afterthought.

“Good choice. Turn to face the lake and hold your ankles”

She turned through 90 degrees and bent at the waist, extending her hands down to her ankles. As she turned the old man could see that her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment at being so exposed in such a public venue. He watched with interest as the younger man stood beside her and raised his hand briefly before delivering a hard slap to her buttock. She yelped in surprise.

“Quiet. Every time you make a noise I start again”

She clamped her lips tight as the young man’s hand repeatedly struck her exposed arse. A dozen strokes left her buttocks glowing pink in stark contrast to the pale flesh of the girls thighs.

“Good girl. You can put your coat on again now.” He said “Today’s lesson is over.”

The girl slipped her coat on, trying not to hurry and refastened it again, hiding her body away once more. Moving slowly, the young couple resumed their walk along the path and back towards the edge of the park. She no longer walked behind him but was beside him, her hand entwined in his.

Watching them go the old man shredded the last piece of crust from his sandwich and threw it onto the grass where it was instantly swamped by the ever present pigeons. He stood and turned in the opposite direction, heading for his home. Five short minutes later he entered his front door and closed it softly behind him.

“I’m home” He said loudly as he climbed the stairs. “You’ll never guess what I’ve just seen, it really took me back to our younger days. Let me loosen those knots and I’ll tell you all about it as I massage some life back into your arms”

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Dancing in the dark

She moved across the dance floor, hips swaying hypnotically in time to the beat as she sought her target. The taut fabric of her dress clung like a second skin showing nothing yet revealing everything. Eyes followed her progress, heads turning as she passed, all wishing to be the focus of her emerald gaze but she was oblivious to them all. Only one person was of interest to her and until she found him no one could distract her.

She paused in the middle of a throng of dancers, eyes widening and a smile spreading wider. He was facing away and unaware of her presence but she knew: He was the one. The constantly moving crowd offered no resistance as she threaded her way through it, making her way to him. She leaned in and spoke in his ear just loud enough to be heard.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come with me. Now”

Not waiting for an answer she seized his hand and led him rapidly away from the dance floor and into the gloomy shadows that hugged the walls. The corners of the room were littered with a haphazard collection of tables and chairs, long deserted while their occupants gyrated on the dance floor. Leading him onwards she reached a suitable table and spun around to face him, pulling him in. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her and his lips met her upturned mouth. Focussed only on each other they kissed deeply, ravenously, both hungry for the other.

She pressed her hand firmly on his chest and pushed him back, breaking the kiss. He looked confused, wondering what he had done wrong until she placed her hands either side of his head and pulled him back until his ear was beside her mouth.

“I want to feel that talented tongue of yours. Now. Here” she said placing his hand against her crotch.

His eyes widened and his gaze darted around the room, scanning briefly for spectators. Satisfied there were none close enough to be of concern he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the table before dropping to his knees between her legs. Running his hands up her calves he eased the material of her dress upwards and her legs apart, exposing the toned flesh that her dress had barely concealed. He kissed the inside of one knee tenderly as his hands continued their relentless progress along her thighs followed closely by his mouth. His pulse was thumping in his ears, nearly drowning the music as he neared the damp heat between her thighs.

The delicious scent of her arousal filled his senses and he paused, his mouth poised millimetres from contact, relishing the anticipation. She felt his hot breath on her most sensitive flesh and, unable to wait she grabbed the back of his head and pressed him against her. Wasting no time his tongue slipped easily into the entrance of her aroused pussy and he began to feast on her dripping flesh. Hungrily he devoured her. Each flick of his tongue across her swollen clit brought a fresh muscular ripple through her thighs. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy harder against his mouth and riding his tongue as it plunged deeper inside her. He kept her writhing, switching his focus between her clit and swollen lips, edging her closer and closer to climax until her thighs clasped tightly around his head and he tasted the orgasm as pleasure flowed through her.

He stood, lips glistening with her juices and leaned in to kiss her waiting mouth. She responded instantly, loving the taste of herself on him. Her feet pressed into the small of his back, drawing him firmly between her thighs but careful to leave a little space between them. Reaching between them she made short work of his belt buckle and eased the zip of his trousers down, exposing his achingly hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked it tenderly, enjoying the feeling of his silky smooth hard flesh, like warm polished marble. She imagined she could feel it throbbing in her grip and relaxed her grasp not wanting him to finish too quickly, she needed more from him yet.

Applying pressure with her feet she coaxed him forward, guiding the tip of his cock with her hand until she felt it's heat pressing against her dripping slit. Her lips parted, welcoming him readily as he eased inside, slowly filling her. Only when she felt his short cropped hairs against her smooth skin did she ease the pressure on his back and let him begin to thrust at his own pace.

Starting slowly, he rocked back and forth, enjoying the tight wet grip of her pussy around his throbbing cock as he moved. He closed his eyes, shutting out the distraction of the flashing lights as he immersed himself in the sensations of the moment. Pleasure filled him, radiating outwards from his groin.

Her hips rocked in time to his movements and her feet stayed firmly against his back as they thrust against each other. He filled her perfectly, just as she remembered, and this position, on the edge of the table let the tip of his cock reach the magic spot inside her. Each touch sent waves of ecstasy rippling through her, each sharper and more intense than the last. She felt the pressure building, nerves on fire as another climax grew inside her, slowly swelling like a balloon, increasing with each pistonlike thrust.

A cold ripple raced down his spine like ice sliding down his back and he felt his balls tighten, a sure sign that he was about to lose what little control he retained to his imminent orgasm. His pace accelerated and he thrust between her thighs with rapid abandon, feeling her muscles clench him tightly as she sought to match his timing. His pace faltered, cock swelling impossibly hard and a strangled gasp escaped his throat as his balls emptied themselves in a series of slow, hard pulses. She felt him cum deep inside her and it pushed her over the edge. The orgasm raced through her and she clenched everything around him, milking the last drops from him and making his knees almost buckle beneath him as his over sensitized cock was gripped tightly as if by a third hand.

He stood, forehead resting on her shoulder, unable or unwilling to move as he slowly deflated inside her. She looked around, checking to see if anyone had noticed their performance. The dancers were seemingly oblivious with no one obviously gazing their way. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away, feeling him pull out of her followed by a trickle of their combined juices pooling on the edge of the table. As he stepped back and refastened his trousers she dropped to the floor and let her dress fall back into place.

"That", she said "was every bit as good as I remembered. I'll see you next week"

Without waiting for a response she winked, turned and walked back onto the dance floor in search of her friends, ignoring the slow dribble of warm fluid that leaked down her inner thigh as she went.

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the festival car park

"I know it's around here somewhere..."

"It is a big car park, but you must have some idea where you left it!?" She said, an edge of frustration creeping into her voice.

Somewhere in the distance the next band were starting to play, the bass was thumping through the trees, giving a hint of music  but not enough to hear it clearly, like the sound from a teenager's car stereo as it drives past. We'd already seen two bands this afternoon but were both feeling horny and decided that we could make better use of our time together than staying for this particular group. The car park was actually busier than we'd hoped with scores of people milling around but that wasn't really the immediate problem. Our biggest single challenge was finding my silver Mercedes in a car park full of thousands of silver cars parked in mind numbingly long rows.

As we frustratingly searched the rows of vehicles, a heat haze shimmered from the sea of bodywork and I was beginning to dread the temperature inside: Maybe it would be better not to find the car until later in the day when it had cooled down a little? The thought was dispelled the moment I looked and saw her beside me. I blinked and resisted the urge to pinch myself to check I was actually awake. She was the reason we were here and all thoughts of abandoning the search for my car instantly vanished as I felt the familiar need growing in the pit of my stomach. 

A recognisable shape in the distance caught my eye and I started in that direction, hoping this was it. As we drew near the car detected the keys in my pocket and the indicators flashed a greeting, simultaneously lowering the windows and letting the superheated air inside escape. 

"There you go, I knew it couldn't be too far" I said triumphantly as I turned to face her.

"Just as well", she answered

Her arms wrapped themselves around me and she planted a hungry kiss on my lips, her tongue looking for mine. She tasted of the fresh strawberries we'd been eating a few minutes before and I kissed her back with the barely contained passion that she evoked in me. It was breathless and urgent. We both needed this. I reached behind me and groped blindly for the door handle as she raked her nails down my spine, making me shiver despite the heat. My fingers found the door release and we practically tumbled inside. I was glad I'd had the foresight to leave the front seats as far forward as they'd go. The leather was hot on my back as she pulled the door closed behind us and straddled me. I could feel the damp heat of her crotch on my thighs as she fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, our lips still locked in a kiss.

The last button gave up and my shirt fell open. As she began to kiss my neck and chest, I reached for the window buttons and activated the motors, sliding the dark tinted glass upwards to give us a little privacy. Her hands moved down, working on my belt and the buttons of my shorts. I lost track of their progress as she bit my nipple, sucking it hard, forcing my attention on the ministrations of her mouth. I felt my cock throbbing beneath her as it sought to make its presence felt and be free of its current cloth prison. As she released the final, straining button and slid her hand into my shorts I reached up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples tightly between my fingers and smiled at the reaction it provoked. Her eyes closed and she wriggled appreciatively on top of me as I squeezed. Her hand closed around my swollen shaft and she began to stroke me slowly but firmly. I was in no mood to play and far too excited to last very long if she continued to do that.

I struggled to a sitting position and swivelled around, my back pressed against the hot leather seat. Knowing my intentions, she released her hold on me and placed her feet on the floor, lifting herself off of me just enough to let me slip my shorts down, the fabric pooling around my ankles. The seat was hot on my naked buttocks but paled beside the heat I felt as she lowered herself onto me, my cock slipping easily inside her aroused pussy.  A shadow passed over us and we froze as  a couple walked beside the car. They were oblivious to the action inside and had soon passed by without a second glance.

Her dress was loose enough to allow my hands to explore her delicious body as she straddled me. I eased them upwards from her thighs to her back by way of her firm buttocks, relishing the feel of her curves the way a sculptor caresses marble. My climax was far nearer than i would have liked and I knew I didn't have long. My hands closed on her breasts and I squeezed them in time to her rhythm. I could feel her pussy clenching my cock with each thrust of her hips, as though she had an extra hand gripping me as she moved. Her nipples were swollen and hard wired to her groin. Each squeeze sent a fresh blast of electricity along her nerves and caused her to clench tighter around me. Her eyes closed with pleasure, I felt a fresh flood of warmth fill my lap as a small orgasm rippled through her.

I watched her respond as she felt my cock swelling the final few percent inside her, preparing to explode. A contented smile spread across her face and her eyes opened, her turn to watch my face. I felt my balls tighten impossibly as they prepared to empty themselves. Her weight shifted as she changed her angle and I felt myself somehow even deeper inside. The raw heat and her clenching pussy erased any last vestige of control and strong spasms ripped through me as my cock convulsed, firing salvos of thick creamy cum into her. As it pulsed, the tip of my cock hit the magic spot that heightened her orgasm and I felt her thighs tremble around mine as our combined climax rocked the car.

She relaxed her grip, kissing me and rested her head on my shoulder, hand stroking my chest as my cock deflated inside her. Voices surrounded us as half a dozen people walked past the car, unaware of the deliriously happy and sated couple watching them go by.

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