Running Errands

I need to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things, and you look bored, so I ask if you want to tag along. You shrug, but get up anyway.

I enjoy watching you stretch, and your shirt rising above your belly button. I giggle when you playfully tickle my side and smack my ass as you walk by.
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I follow you to sit on the bed and watch as you change. I lean back on my elbows, and you watch my eyes travel down your body.

When my eyes reach the print of your dick pressed against the fabric, you clear your throat and say, "My eyes are up here".

"I know," I say, and wink up at you.

"Keep it up," you say, walking over to me, "and I'll give you a taste." I don't say anything. Instead, I bite my lip as I think about the last time you said that to me.

You're standing between my legs while they dangle off the bed. You slowly lean over so your hands are resting on the bed on either side of my elbows, your face inches from mine.

"Is that what you want?"

I'm trying to think of a smart response, but all I can do is halfheartedly shake my head. You stare at me a little longer, smirk, and stand back up to finish getting dressed.

"Maybe," I finally manage after you've left the room. I hear a soft chuckle from the hall.

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I'm filling my water bottle in the kitchen before we leave, and you come up behind me. One hand presses against the fridge above my head, the other pulls my hip so my ass is pressed against you.

You bury your face in my hair and take in a slow breath. "The things I want to do to you right now would have you unable to stand for the rest of the weekend," you say in a low voice. I can feel that you're semi-hard, which causes my brain to reset for a moment.

I grind my ass against you in response, pull my cup away from the water dispenser, and turn around so you're staring down at me. "Feel better?" I ask with a playful smile. I duck under your arm and start to walk away

"If I have my way, I will," you say, gruffly and give my ass a loud smack. "Who's driving?"

"You," I say automatically, the gears already turning.

You smack my ass again when I'm walking past to get out of the house, and you moan slightly. "The way your ass jiggles...mmm."

I roll my eyes, but give my highest watt smile. Once you're seated behind the wheel, your seatbelt is on, and the car is in drive, I place my hand on your mid thigh. I watch for your reaction, but there is none.

I move my hand up your thigh about an inch, and again, no reaction. I leave my hand there for a moment, give it a tiny squeeze, but you just flex your thigh in response, face unmoved. I then go straight for your waistband.

"Is that what we're doing, now?" you ask, sounding amused, but still not looking away from the road.

I shrug innocently, not removing my hand. In fact, my hand slips between the waistband of your gym shorts, and rests on top of your boxers. I can feel you get harder under my hand, but you make no other indication that anything out of the ordinary is happening.

At the next red light, you pull the waistband of your shorts and boxers down under your balls, and grab the base of your cock. "Is this what you want?" you ask, staring at me with your fully hard cock just out of reach. I nod, but you immediately say, "No. Use your words. What do you want?"

"Your cock," I say.

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth."

"My second favourite hole," you shake your cock a little, and I lean over the center console. I try to take control, but you shake your head. "Tits out, first."

You start driving again. I look around at the cars around us, nobody is paying attention. Yet. I sink down in my seat just slightly, remove my bra, and pull my top off.

You glance quickly to see them, and your free hand goes from holding your cock, to reaching over to blindly find one of then and start playing with it. I moan slightly when you pinch and roll my nipple between your fingers.

"I'm going to hop on the interstate and drive," you say, in the most nonchalant tone. "I want your mouth on my cock, with you gagging on it, by the time I reach speed for cruise control."

I take your cock into my hand, and collect the little bit of precum that's formed on your tip with my thumb, and then press it to my lips. "Mmm," I moan, lick it off.

You let out a frustrated sound, from the tease. "Keep your tits where I can play with them, and your ass in the air."

I do as I'm told, lean over the console, and lick the precum that reappeared on your tip. Your free hand is on the back of my head, while I tease you with my tongue. At the last stop light before the interstate, you push my head down. I relax so your cock is buried in my throat, and hold my head there for a few moments before you feel me gag, and let me back off.

Once you get up to speed and set cruise control, you push my head back down, and bounce it a few times before letting me back up for air. Your hand goes to my ass next, you squeeze whatever you can reach. My head is bobbing up and down in your lap, with my right hand massaging your balls.

You are impressively controlling the car while you're getting a pretty involved blowjob. Your fingers are pinching a nipple, which is making me moan lightly. They're sensitive, and even though my intentions were to swallow your cum before we walked in the store, my pussy is needing a cock.

In no time at all, I can tell we are out of the main part of the city, because you relax some in your seat.

"Fuck, babe. You're hungry for this cock. I love how needy you are. You can't even wait the half hour we'd be gone," you grumble to me. Your words are like music to my pussy.

I relax my throat, and can feel you bend to the curve of my throat. I gag hard around your dick, and back off.

You moan. Your fingers are petting my hair while you say, "My needy little cum slut, needing her throat stretched. Do you crave my cum?"

I'm already taking your cock back in, so I wait to answer until my mouth is full. My agreement comes out as "Mmph-Hmmph", while my vocal cords vibrate against your tip. "Oh fuck," you gasp, and hit the rumble strip on the side of the interstate.

"Keep sucking until I tell you to stop," you say, taking an exit. As much as you are wanting the blow job to continue, you know it will be hard to concentrate enough to cum while driving.

At the stop sign, at the end of the exit ramp, you pull my hair so your cock falls out of my mouth. It hits your stomach with a satisfying slapping sound that makes me crave your cock more.

You pull my face up so we're making direct eye contact. "Mmm, I love seeing your mascara run because of my cock."

You check to see if the coast is clear, and when you realize it is, your hand leaves my hair and goes straight to my ass. Your finger travels down between the two cheeks until your finger slips straight into my pussy.

"Fuck," you say with lustful surprise. "Have you ever been this wet before?" I don't answer, but clench my pussy around your finger. "Look at what you did to yourself because of that slutty mouth of yours." You press your finger against my pussy wall, which makes me gasp.

You chuckle and remove your middle finger from my pussy. You lift it to my mouth, and my mouth closes over it. My tongue slowly licks my juices off of your finger.

A car honks behind us, so you take a quick right turn, pulling into a truck stop, and driving straight to the more secluded area behind the building. You park at the end of the parking area under the shade of a tree, unbuckle, and lean your seat back part of the way.

With my mouth back around your cock, your left hand applies pressure to the back of my head. Your right hand goes back to my pussy, but this time, from the front. When your first two fingers brush across my clit, I moan loudly.

"Yeah, you need to get you off, don't you?"

Another "Mmph-Hmph", and you tense up, feeling the tingling start in your balls.

"I'll go into the store for you, and take care of you after the store," you say, lifting my mouth off by my hair, again, "if you strip and get on top of me now, and ride my cock like the fuck toy you are."

Quicker than an instant, I'm straddling you, and lining your cock up with my aching pussy. I slowly lower myself onto you, but you grip my hips and pull me down roughly until your cock is filling me.

You hold me in place, adjusting to the change in sensation. "Ride."

I reach back and grip the steering wheel behind me, and tilt backwards slightly. Your eyes roll back, and you squeeze my ass. I begin to ride you, almost teasingly slow, which causes your hands to grip my ass cheeks with force.

After a few more times of my hips creating most of the motion, you slightly lift me up and start fucking me from underneath. With each bounce, you're closer to cumming, until you finally start to feel the orgasm tip out of your balls. After three more hard thrusts, I feel your cock go incredibly hard, your hands pin my hips down on top of you, and I feel you start to cum inside of me.

One of your hands goes to my hair, the other is on my ass, holding me as close to you as possible. Your face is next to my ear, and you moan out "Fuuuck, take it all". I can feel you start to drip out of me before you release me and collapse into the seat.

Before I climb off, you grab my ass one last time and smack it. "I told you I'd give you a taste if you kept it up. If you do a really good job cleaning up now, I'll eat your pussy for an hour."

"Yes, please," I say before climbing off and licking my pussy juices and your cum off of your cock and balls.

"Good girl."