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Erotica by Joe Tortuga

Date Night, Part 3

(bdsm, MF)

September 06, 2013

I pulled Madeline to me and gave her a kiss, thrusting my tongue between her lips. We were still in my car, stopped at the exit to her subdivision. She moaned into the kiss and I pulled her to me harder. When I finally broke the kiss, she stayed closed to me, her breathing heavy. Her nipples pressed against her little black dress that was still rucked up over her hips from where I’d fingered her to orgasm only moments before.

“I hate to break the kiss, Madeline,” I said. “But if we’re going to get to the ravishing, we should probably get moving.”

She laughed. I put my hands back on the wheel, and shifted the car into gear. She slid down in the car, so that her head was in my lap. I pushed down on the gas pedal, and her hand found my hard cock. “Is this okay, Sir?” she asked.

“By all means, Madeline. Suck my cock.”

She quickly got me unbuckled. I moved my seat back to give her a bit more room, and began heading south. I felt the cool air on my cock as she pulled it out from my pants, and then slid her mouth over it, warming it back up. Her lips caressed the shaft, and her tongue did interesting things I couldn’t stop paying attention to, as much as I needed to drive safely.

I turned onto a different route that I’d not normally take — it was too busy, with stop and go traffic. But since I was feeling no rush to hurry, I didn’t worry about how slow the traffic was. I’d inch forward, then break, and she’d ride up and down my cock a few times, and I’d get to actually feel it. There was no doubt in my mind that she was very good at this. A lot better than Thomas, but then he was a rank amateur — if a passionate one.

“You’re going to have to give Thomas lessons,” I said. “Maybe some of my other lovers, too.”

She pulled off of me. “You have other lovers?”

“Of course,” I said. “You didn’t think you and Thomas were the first married people I’ve had sex with.”

“No, I guess not,” she said. “What about not-married people, anyone special?”

“I only have sex with people in relationships,” I said. “Mostly married people. The odd gay couple and the one lesbian. Some spouses know, some don’t.”

“Anyone like Thomas and I?” she asked. She stroked my cock with her hand when she pulled off of me.

I pulled up a bit more, watching the red lights stream ahead of me. “No, never anyone like you, never both, not submissive and separately like that. No, you two are special.” I ran my hand through her hair, and she kept sucking on my cock.

We were driving down Riverside during rush hour, even though it was dark out. This was not the place to be unless you had to. On the other hand, there was a park on our right, and it looked fairly abandoned. Madeline’s head bobbed on me, and I could feel my need increase. I was some ways from coming, but she’d get me there.

“You might not want to make me come like that,” I said.

“Oh?” she asked around my cock.

“Thomas can only come if he eats my load, preferably out of you. You could hold it in your mouth all night, I guess, but that’d make for a poor dinner and conversation.”

She chuckled around my cock, and swallowed it down. She slowly lifted up off my cock. “You don’t want to come?”

“You don’t want to get fucked by your husband?”

“I want to get fucked by you,” she said.

“So be careful,” I said. “But don’t stop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Traffic moved a bit more, and I turned into the park. I drove around the parking lot looking for a space which was mostly abandoned but that wasn’t also pitch black. I could leave the car’s lights on, if we needed to, but I’d rather disappear into the blackness. I only needed to see a little bit. Finally I found one and pulled into a parking space, just outside the light cone of a nearby streetlamp.

“Out,” I said. My Scion was a sporty car, and a great one to pick up a lover in, but it was much too small to fuck in. The blowjob Madeline had been giving me had left her pretty cramped in her seat — not that she minded. I got out of the car, but didn’t put my cock away. It bobbed in the air as Madeline twisted around and opened her door.

I walked around to her and offered her my hand, and pulled her up out of the car. Her heels gave her enough height that I could pull her into a kiss, and I did. As our tongues danced, I moved us up to the hood of the car, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, where it was still largely bunched up from earlier.

I broke the kiss. “You said something about wanting to be fucked?” I said. “Needing to be fucked?”

“No one has fucked me since night we were together. When I went home, I was horny for my husband, but I wouldn’t let him do more than lick me that night. I came, but… you hadn’t said I couldn’t yet.”

“I’m going to fix that, right now,” I said. Her eyes got big, and I turned her around, and bent her over the dark hood of my car. She spread her legs, and put her hands down to steady herself. I grabbed my cock and guided myself into her.

She was wet and tight and the angle she was at let me go deep inside her and fill her up. Her heels lifted her ass up and she was bent down on the car. I pressed down on the top of her back, and she bent even more. Her dress slid up her body exposing her back and belly, and her ass was blue-white in the light.

“Oh, fucking, God! Yes, Sir,” she said.

I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers into them and I fucked her. I was horny as hell from her husband’s mouth to hers, to my plans for the evening. Sure, I’d let them derail us into this park, but I had the little blue pills and the whole evening. I would deliver her back to her husband drenched in my sperm. He’d have loads and loads to lick and eat off her body.

My cock rammed in and out of her, fast and with no thought about her except to hear her grunts which increased with my pace. She urged me on as I took her. “You are mine,” I said.

“Yes, yes, fuck me Sir, fuck me.”

“Oh, Madeline, you are such a good slave.”

“Fuck me, Sir,” she said. “Just fuck me.”

I reached down and grabbed her hair, and pulled her back against me, pressing my cock as deep into her as I could. Cars drove by us, I could hear their engines and horns, but none came down into the park. I’m not sure I would have stopped if they did.

“You are a good fuck, Madeline. Such a whore for my cock.”

“Yes sir, please fuck me, Sir. Please let me come.”

“You can come whenever I’m touching you Madeline. You heard my rule.”

‘Oh, God yes,” she said. And she started coming. She twisted below me and I held onto her. I wrapped one hand around her, and grabbed a breast, and the other dug into her ass, holding her in place. I slid my cock in and out of her, slamming it home with each thrust. She just came and came and came.

And then I came, filling her up. I held myself in her, and she twitched on my cock as I spurted into her.

“Thank you, Master, thank you thank you thank you,” she said.

I pulled out of her. “Clean me off, slut,” I said. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” She turned around and squatted, and took my cock in her mouth, cleaning it off with her tongue, and tucking me back into my pants. The dress fell back down around her as she stood, but I knew she’d be leaking down her leg before long.

I took a deep breath. I’d lost control of myself and my evening. Not that Madeline necessarily noticed, but hopefully I’d gotten a bit of my control back. Maybe, maybe not. All I could think was that I already wanted to fuck her again.

Joe Tortuga

Written by Joe Tortuga a bisexual dominant erotica writer and programmer (he/him). Follow me on Twitter