Photo by Flickr user Sergio Recabarren

Instead, I have to worry about your prying eyes, the ones currently hot and heavy with their tractor-beam gaze reeling me in. You order me to strip and demand to watch me pleasure myself. “Show me how you do it,” you demand, and your breath hot against my ear drives me wild.

I begin by caressing my breasts, sliding my hands teasingly over my nipples for maximum effect. I watch my tits rise upward, my nipples harden as I grip them tighter, pinching my flesh and teasing it lightly.

I can feel my pussy start to quiver and I glide one hand down towards its moist mouth. Slowly I slide a finger in, testing, tempting. Your eyes devour me, and you smile as a low moan escapes my lips. I slip my finger in and out with excruciating slowness. “Ohhhh,” I sigh, and you slip a hand into your pants, fishing for your rising cock.

I continue my slow-motion self-fuck as you remove your penis from your pants and start to work your hand up and down its shaft. The sight of it makes me hungry, hungry for a swollen cock in my eager mouth. I want to suck you off, want to hear the sound of your orgasm. My cunt is aflame, and I lean in towards you for a forbidden kiss.

You accept my lips on the head of your cock, and I swallow you down, tongue rotating around your wicked shaft. As I slurp and suck, you groan softly and tether my tits with anxious fingers, probing my nipples gently and further moistening my cunt by association.

Finally, you lay back and tug me towards your mouth, kissing me long and deep as your gorgeous cock slides between my thighs and penetrates me. I gasp as you push inside, pumping methodically. Your tongue slips in and out of my mouth, mirroring the action of your cock, and I feel an insane lust for you. I want you every which way, ten times a night. Your hands roam across my breasts, my hips, my thighs, then grip my waist, pulling me tight against your pelvis. We settle into a rhythm and I kiss you harder, gasping for breath, for release. I pull away, twist around to suck your cock once more, place my pussy within licking and sucking distance.

You insert your tongue between my legs and lick me in a beautifully obscene manner. Each stroke of your tongue causes me to moan against your cock, which causes you to moan into my cunt. I open my throat wider, suck harder until I feel like I’ll explode under your tongue’s fierce lashings. You slide a finger inside me, spreading and impaling. I massage your balls, the very base of your penis, the thin layer of skin just beyond your balls. We both groan with ecstasy.

I wish I could suck you and fuck you at the same time.

Instead, I climb back on top of you and rock my hips against your body. Swirling furiously around your cock rocket, I strain towards my orgasm and you suck my nipples as hard as you dare. I finally cry out, as your load blows deep inside me. I laugh, my cunt spent, and tumble onto the pillow next to you, catching my breath and holding you close, kissing your sweaty chest, neck, face until we both lapse into sleep.

I fuck you again and again in my dreams.

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Based in New York City, Parah Salin is unreachable to the sorry likes of you. She has been forcibly removed from photo shoots at Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone and Vogue for licking the models. Internally. Food porn was her first love, but after deciding Martha Stewart was a fascist cunt, she turned to sex writing to satisfy her deepest, itchiest, burning desires. She sincerely believes that Sarah Palin is misusing her own name for personal gain. Enjoy her screeds while you still can.

“She’s gonna need some work,” he pronounces, “We’ll have to wait for a truck.”

"Car Trouble" (photo by Flickr user i_want_some15)

He puts down his wrench and removes his white t-shirt, revealing tight abs, strong pecs, and a sexy trail of hair that leads my eyes to his bulging package. As he mops his forehead, I stare openly. He catches me, and just grins.

“I know something else that needs a little work,” I say, gesturing for him to come closer. He does. A Mack truck roars pas as I unbuckle his belt, slide my hand down into his boxers and grasp his thick boner. I rub it slowly, teasing him and licking my lips seductively.

He responds by sliding his hands beneath my own white shirt and cupping my bare breasts. His thumbs encircle my nipples, grazing them now and again, teasing.

“Want to check my oil?” I ask.

He just grins and kisses me hard, pinching my nipples like clamps on a spark plug. His tongue is an electric eel in my mouth, shocking and sliding across my tongue. I grip his fat cock as it expands, feeling it jump in my hands, pulse against my thumb. I want it inside me, whatever the cost. I slip it out through the fabric of his pants and admire it as it juts upwards toward the hot summer sun.

His hands slide low to my belly, slip beneath the waistband of my skirt, checking for panties that I have cast aside. He withdraws his hands, slides them up the insides of my thighs—thumb-first—in search of glistening-wet lips.

Jackpot. I moan softly as his thumbs slip shallow into my cunt, and are gone. He flicks a middle finger in and out, taunting, and I steer his dick towards my gaping pussy.

He lifts me up onto the trunk of my car and spreads my thighs. His cock points straight at my cunt and plunges in like a sword, a spear, a hot knife melting butter. He grips my hips and pumps like the rude mechanical that he is, the sexy grin splitting into his O-face, his lips bitten by teeth that strain as he fucks me slowly, deeply.

I finger my own tits as they nearly burst with longing. The nipples jut out like rock against my shirt’s thin fabric. I groan with desire, wrap my legs ’round his torso to pull him in deeper. His cock is enormous, fills me completely, nearly bruises my vagina with its size. And he sucks at my neck like a vampire drawing blood as we strain toward orgasm.

Just as I’m about to peak he withdraws, flips me around, bends me over the car and reams me from behind. My cunt gives into his assault and I cum hard.

“I love having car trouble!” I scream against the hood of the car as he blows his load inside me.

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Based in New York City, Parah Salin is unreachable to the sorry likes of you. She has been forcibly removed from photo shoots at Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone and Vogue for licking the models. Internally. Food porn was her first love, but after deciding Martha Stewart was a fascist cunt, she turned to sex writing to satisfy her deepest, itchiest, burning desires. She sincerely believes that Sarah Palin is misusing her own name for personal gain. Enjoy her screeds while you still can.