1. Baby, you can buy my car


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    less.' 'Great.' I tossed him the keys. 'Ease yourself into the cockpit and fire her up.' His look was classically quizzical, like I'd lost my marbles. I actually had lost them, though knew exactly where they were: clacking around within the well-lubricated cylinder that was my 10cc pussy. The seat slid back. He adjusted the wheel then actually eased himself into the cockpit and fired her up. No words could have described it better. He glanced at me and smiled, as though he had independently reached the same conclusion. I crossed my legs, let the skirt ride up my bare thighs. The seatbelt pressed blouse to breasts; my poking teats could have made eyes water. And Lo! Indeed they had, though he chose a more prosaic explanation. 'Touch of hay fever. Pollen count high today.' The nipple count too was high, an observation that transcended verbalisation. 'I also suffer, so have special filters in the A/C.' I've always found that approving nods are excellent silent retorts. His handling was masterful. He drove her to the limit, to the edge of space and back again, taking his time, milking the moment, reviewing her responses, masterfully manipulating her mechanics. Decisive yet thoughtful. Aggressive yet careful. Senses flaring. Body responding. As much as a car is capable of cumming, she was continually on the brink, roaring and purring, twisting and ...
    turning. When he finally opened her up on the M69, both myself and my car were at the point of no return. I ran my index finger across the controls, searching for the switch for the heated seat, then remembered she wasn't blessed with such luxuries. Oh, dear. Note to self: on egress, keep facing him at all times. 'So,' we were walking up the drive to my door, 'you are having her?' I am nothing if not blunt. He twisted his lovely mouth into an expression of thoughtful doubt. 'The ride was a little soft and she lacks a bit of poke...' My sexual fantasy had long since reached its inevitable conclusion, his mouth-filling, cum-squirting cock erupting at the exact moment his arse-tonguing, pussy-fingering, clit-thumbing antics had pushed me over ecstasy's precipitous edge, so I was perfectly primed for the actual act, though subdued my body's cravings just long enough for cold economics to spill past my pouted lips. 'At that price she's a gift and well you know it.' He rubbed his stubbly chin. 'Would you take...' 'Look,' a slow breath raised my nipples into his eye line, 'I'm throwing her at you and you're turning me down.' Again I pouted. 'I'm offended.' I somehow pouted even more. 'Almost as much as if I'd thrown myself at you...' The gleam in his eye said try me. I opened my front door, bade him enter then followed him inside and locked the door.
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