Needs

It was Saturday night finally, and the universe seemed to not notice the trouble I was plotting for once. Up until this moment, although everything had seemed to fall into place perfectly to make this meeting happen, I had still been skeptical because our track record with making plans was less than stellar. Suddenly my phone buzzed as a text came through: “I’m outside.” Those two words sent an unexpected rush of excitement through me. I turned towards the mirror on the wall near K’s front door for a last minute once over. The vibrant red of my hair was almost mesmerizing, my locs playfully framing my face in a sleek bob with a few soft waves. Never much for makeup, even after shedding my tomboy ways, my face was minimally done to say the least. Dark coal liner made my eyes look warm and bright, while a light coat of mascara fluffed my already full lashes. Completing the look with a translucent shimmery powder and a glossy mocha gloss, I had managed to remain natural while playing up all of my best features. I had chosen an outfit that was both simple and sexy, not too mention one that would require little effort to get off. The soft chenille dress hugged my curves, and stopped just below the bottom of my modest derriere giving the illusion of more volume back there. Sleeveless and sporting a deep v neckline, the color played between pale pink or light peach depending on the light. Paired with a matching ankle length sweater duster and black faux fur slippers, the entire look gave “sex on legs” vibes. This was exactly what I had been going for so I smiled at myself, then let out a nervous breath I didn’t realize that I had been holding.

“Alright, I’ll be back later” I yelled up the stairs while grabbing my purse. “Alright, be safe.” she replied from the master bedroom upstairs, too engrossed in her studies to come see me out. Ever the worrier and overprotective “big sister”, K would generally require any guy I was slipping out with to come in or she would walk me out to ensure she saw his face. Little did they know she was probably also memorizing the license plate as well just in case anything happened to me. But T was different; he had been in my life so long that she felt comfortable letting me leave without seeing me out. Pulling the door shut behind me I walked down the short path to where his truck was parked, dark and silent for something so powerful and large. I heard the locks click and opened the door, but just before getting in I paused and turned. “Dang, did I leave…?” I murmured quietly to myself, then “Oh no, I have it.” In truth I hadn’t forgotten a thing, but had manufactured a moment for him to take me in fully before being folded in half while seated. When I turned around it was clear my ruse had been successful; there was a look of pure lust and appreciation painted on his face, a wolfish grin forming as our eyes met. “Damn.” All he gave me was just one word and a low sexy chuckle, but somehow he still managed to convey just how much he appreciated everything about the sight before him.

I hopped into the passenger seat as gracefully as my fun-sized stature would allow, and slid my seat belt on. He paused for a moment, taking me in me one more time before putting the truck in gear and pulling off. While he had studied me, I did the same. I loved his sexy eyes, almond shaped and low, and caught myself from staring too long and looking like a creep. He was sporting a fresh cut, he was dressed casually in a dark grey pullover sweater, blue black denim pants, and casual black boots. Whatever cologne he wore was playing with my hormones, masculine without being too potent. I was pleased to note he had kept his beard, the black and grey hue making a sexy contrast against his chocolate skin. I had no idea where he planned on taking me, and honestly I didn’t care. T had always been a safes pace for me, a mini getaway where I could play out a few of my fantasies. I knew he would never do anything I didn’t want, and that in his own way he cared for me. He was one of the few people I could relinquish control to, just sit back and enjoy the ride. “ So, how you doin’?” he asked, glancing at me from the side as he drove up her block, turning towards the freeway. “I’m good actually, today was quiet...and I had this to think about all day.” I replied, shooting him a sexy smile and turning towards him slightly in my seat. “Oh, really? Good thoughts I hope...Do you have a curfew tonight?” he asked, rewarding me with a smile in turn. “As long as I'm home before the sun is up I’ll be good.” As we came to a stop at the light, he met my eyes and replied “Good, I want to take my time” in a low, deliberate voice.

Instantly I felt blood rush to my face, and my clit began a slow throb as the slight arousal that had been building all day shot to one thousand. The light changed, and he turned back to the road making a right to get onto M-39. After a few minutes we took an exit to go west on 696, and then shortly after came up on the service drive. A minute later we turned left onto a dark road with no houses. It was almost 12 am on a Saturday but there were still almost no cars on the road but us in this rural area. Feeling bold, I unbuckled my seat belt and slipped my sweater off. Turning towards him I lifted the console between us and slid closer to where he sat. Understanding my intentions, he silently undid his seat belt as well and shifted the steering wheel grip from his right to left hand. Leaning down, I undid his belt buckle and the button at the top of his jeans. From above me I heard him quietly ask “So this is how you feel?” as I undid his zipper and pulled his already growing dick out from his boxers. In reply I slid him slowly into my mouth, sucking him in small increments to torture him. I heard his sharp intake of breath, but the car remained steady as T maintained enough control to keep us safe like the pro he was.

Once I had worked my lips to the very base of his dick, I began to slowly suck up and down, increasing my rhythm slightly and letting my mouth grip him completely. Up until this point I had been using both hands to brace myself against the edge of the seat; shifting slightly I lifted my right hand and began to cup his balls, slowly massaging them while I played the ball of my tongue ring along the underside of his shaft. Suddenly I felt his hand grip the back of my head, firmly but not enough to hurt. Unable to thrust his hips upward and still drive, instead he chose to slowly push my head down until his dick hit the very back of my throat until I gagged just a little. Over and over, he continued to fuck my face as my wet mouth closed tight around him creating a suction that would let out a light popping noise when my lips reached his head. The sounds of his moans blended with my wet sucking noises and hot whimpers to produce a melody that would rival any skin flick. Suddenly his hand tightened around my head, pressing down until it was almost hard to breathe and my eyes watered slightly. As he let out a deep groan, hot cum shot into my mouth which I drank like a woman dying of thirst, tightening my lips around him to catch every drop.

As his orgasm subsided I came up, dabbing the corners of my mouth and adjusting my hair while glancing in the mirror to see how much of a mess I was. Lipgloss gone, hair a little mussed, but overall still sexy-now with the flush of lust and want to add to my previous glow. We finally pulled over into a dark rest area shortly after, and I looked over at T and smiled. His breathing had slowed but was still shallow and his jeans remained undone, dick out and still somehow erect after that vicious nut. Turning off the truck, T looked around the area once to be sure we were alone and then suddenly pulled me into his lap, crushing his lips against mine. Did I mention he has the sexiest lips? As he slid his tongue into my mouth and playfully warred with mine, I felt his hand slide up my thigh and under my dress. When his hand hit smooth wet skin instead of the fabric he most likely expected he let out a low groan of satisfaction, sliding the pad of his thumb over my clit in small circles, then gently pinching it. Sliding his hand down he plunged two fingers deep inside of me, pulling them out slowly and repeating the action for what felt like forever as my pussy gushed around them. As he played inside of me, he pulled his head away from mine and murmured “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to get inside you.”

The sound of his voice combined with the promise in his words sent me over the edge, and a powerful orgasm shook my entire body as I screamed quietly against his mouth. As my pussy squirted lightly against his hand, T once again used his thumb to lightly apply pressure to my clit, intensifying my orgasm as he whispered murmurs of graphic encouragement. Once my body calmed down I felt him slide his fingers out and lean back. Before he could grab something to wipe his hand with, I deftly grabbed it and licked the wet digits clean, sliding them deep into my mouth and licking the tips as I finished. I looked up to find him watching me with dark eyes, lips twisted in a predatory half-smile, looking very unsatisfied and too hungry for a man who had just cum the way he had. “Get in the back,” he said quietly, reaching around me to push the passenger seat forward so “climbing” into the back seat was more like sliding. When my butt hit the cushion of his backseat instead of the expected chill of cold leather I felt soft terry cloth. Glancing down I realized the seats had been covered with large black bath towels, covering every inch with a couple extra folded on the floor of the car. “I like a man who’s always prepared.” I joked while smiling knowingly as he came back to join me.

Sitting down beside me he turned and gave me a mildly puzzled look, clearly not understanding my humor. “The towels. It’s a curse” I said sheepishly as I scooted back closer to the door while I brought my feet up to his lap and looked him in the eye. “There is absolutely nothing bad about what you do, I’ve been missing that.” he said in a gravely tone as he slid back slightly, lifting my feet off of his lap while spreading my legs wide. Although the general area around us was dark, one lone lamppost a few yards away from where we had parked cast a dim blue glow though the window making it clear to see each other. Sliding his hands down my calves to my inner thighs, I watched him lick his lips as he dipped his head towards my pussy. Pausing inches away he smiled and whispered “She’s so fucking pretty.”, before closing the short distance and starting to gently suck on my clit. My eyes closed automatically as my hands found his shoulders, digging my nails into them as quiet moans flowed out of me. Releasing my clit, he slowly ran his tongue slowly down my slit twice before stopping in the middle on the third trip only to begin plunging it inside of me. By this time I was panting, gripping the back of his head and thrusting my hips upward trying to get closer to the bliss he was giving me. A small scream erupted from me as he did this rapidly for a few minutes before returning his attention to my clit, this time flicking it with his tongue then closing his lips around it and humming. Simultaneously two fingers slid into me once again, crooking upward slightly, gently massaging my G spot and effectively triggering another orgasm.

This time the scream was not small or quiet. I shrieked his name as I felt him drink everything that came at him, my toes curling while my legs shook uncontrollably. T lapped at my pussy until he was satisfied there was nothing left, then sat upright while I tried to slow my breathing. Less than a minute later he pulled me up to straddle his lap, having effectively slid his jeans to his ankles and removed his sweater sometime while I was still attempting to get my life together. Although he wasn’t inside of me yet there was nothing between us so I could feel exactly how hard he was, how much he wanted me. I leaned down and began kissing along his neck and collarbone while grinding my slick pussy along the length of his dick. I felt his hands move to my hips and begin to guide my movements for a few moments before lifting me slightly so that I could slide down onto him. As I took all of him in we both let out something between a moan and sigh of satisfaction, the feeling of him filling me up and me wrapped around him almost too much. I started rocking back and forth in a slow rhythmic motion, rolling my hips over him in small intervals while I watched his eyes begin to close from the pleasure. Smoothly I leaned forward on my knees slightly and began bouncing lightly on his dick. At this his eyes snapped open and he took his hands off of my hips to slide the soft straps of my dress down, freeing my braless tits and palming one in each hand. While I continued my “pony ride” T proceeded to alternate between pinching, sucking, and lightly biting both of my nipples and releasing them to watch them bounce as I rode him.

After a little while he grabbed my hips again, this time to slow me. “Turn around.” he said in a voice that left no room for argument. Lifting up my right leg while balancing my weight on my left hand, I turned my body around and sat back on his lap facing the front of the car now. After pulling my dress over my head I felt his hands caress my hips before retreating behind me, then him lightly slapping my ass with his dick and sliding it down the length of my crack. I moved my legs on either side of his and shifted forward on the balls of my feet to give him better access and felt him slowly slide inside of me. As I adjusted to our new position, I leaned forward and placed my hands on the floor of the truck. When I felt stable I began riding him again, the stance I held opening my pussy up for him to feel all of me. T moaned loudly and I felt him spread my ass to get a better view of his dick going into me. After a few minutes I felt a slick digit circle my asshole, then slowly he pushed his thumb into my ass as I continued to bob up and down on top of him. The feeling of being filled like that drove me insane, and I felt the pressure of another orgasm building like a slow burn at the base of my pelvis. Suddenly I felt his thumb slide out and a disappointed whimper escaped me before I could stop it. Chuckling darkly, clearly enjoying my need, T pulled me upright with his opposite hand until my back was against my chest and dropped his fingers south to find my clit while his hips started to rock upward. I began grinding my hips, quickly matching my pace with his and writhing in ecstasy as he deftly worked my clit between his thumb and index finger.

Before I knew it I was cumming once again, my pussy contracting around his dick in spasm after spasm of pleasure while T’s continued attention to my nub prolonged the moment into sweet agony. Using his strong arms to hold me securely to him T lifted me slightly while rotating us to the right, releasing me to grip the back headrest on either side of my head once my knees were on the seat. Somehow he had managed to stay inside of me and immediately began stroking me long and deep after he found his balance. As his rhythm intensified, he moaned and grabbed the back of my neck, slamming into me harder and calling out my name sporadically as I tightened my pelvic muscles to massage him from the inside. I leaned back from the seat to push him deeper inside of me and he took the opportunity to reach around and play with my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. After a few minutes he gently pushed my head back towards the seat, raising my ass slightly in turn. He spread my cheeks apart and I felt him spit on my asshole, eliciting a shock of wicked pleasure and excitement in me. I felt him run a fingertip around my tight hole, then slowly pushed it in as his thrusts slowed just a little; “Can I put in another one?” he quietly asked after a few moments of play with the single digit.

“Yes, open me up Daddy...in fact, you can put something else in there...if you want to.” I answered, my voice husky with want. Once again he let spit drip onto my ass, then added his middle finger to the index currently stretching my ass open. Thankfully unbeknownst to him, at that moment there was very little he could have asked of me that I would have refused. Turned on was an understatement; my entire body was on fire with need and it seemed to be insatiable. In my current state it was as if my body was a vessel purely to give and receive pleasure, the two melding into one powerful drive to go wild. “Oh really? You want me to slide this dick in that ass?” he taunted cockily after pausing for a split second, most likely from shock and awe. “Yes Daddy, I want to feel that dick in all of my holes tonight.” I replied in a tone that screamed willing and ready sex slave. “Groaning with satisfaction at my submissiveness, he continued to stroke me steadily from behind while playing his fingers inside of me for a little longer before slowing to a halt. Almost reluctantly I felt him slide out my pussy, then the tap of his swollen head against my asshole, now somewhat open from his earlier attention. My pussy had left him so wet that no additional lubrication was needed to slowly push his dick into the tight space, and after a minute or two he was in fully.

I took a second to adjust at the feeling of his velvety hardness being gripped snugly by my ass, and my wiggling made him moan and hiss at the sinful pleasure the movements created. Slowly he turned me slightly so that my head was now much lower, almost touching the seat with my hands braced on either side. With me literally face down and ass up now he gripped my hips and began gently stroking my ass, fucking me almost as if he was afraid to hurt me. During the next stroke I playfully popped my ass towards him when he thrust, making the impact a little more forceful. “Don’t worry, you won’t break me.” I said seductively while looking up over my shoulder at him, repeating the move a few times before he took the hint and began to fuck me harder. Even though the feeling of him inside of my ass was tinged with a sliver of uncomfort, it seemed to only intensify the pleasure. As he slammed into me with less and less regard for any pain he was causing, ironically I became even more aroused, my pussy dripping and fat threatening to explode with another orgasm. Slowing again, I heard him say “Turn over. I want to see your face when I cum.” before stopping completely. After he slid his dick out I felt him admiring my mild gape so I contracted and released those muscles a few times to give him more of a show. It worked. He swiftly flipped me onto my back and spread my legs, bending them with my knees pointed towards my head and my feet in the air.

Quickly and with more confidence he thrust in dick into my ass causing me to gasp at the sharp sensation before moaning. Meeting my eyes, he settled into a medium tempo rhythm that made his balls slap against me and my pussy throb as she got closer to her breaking point. Apparently our current position was T’s kryptonite as well; his breathing was becoming thick with restraint, his stroke slightly less controlled. As I suspected a few minutes later I felt all of his muscles tense and he almost growled “I’m close. I’m about to cum.” Unable to control himself his thrusts became savage as he neared his climax, and I cried out in protest at his roughness... though out loud it may sounded more like “Yes T, fuck that ass! Cum for me Daddy!” My enthusiasm must have sent him over the edge because less than a minute later T went rigid, leaning back to pull his dick out of my ass as he moaned “I’m cumming!” He continued to kneel over me, pumping his dick for several seconds as the orgasm took him over. At the last minute I sat upright, teased my hair back behind my ears, and leaned closer with my mouth open and tongue out, my naughty invitation silent but clear. Never one to disappoint, T let out a thunderous groan and hot, sticky cum shot all over the bottom half of my face with me greedily lapping up anything that made it to my mouth. The climax was powerful, and the amount of nut he produced seemed to impress even him, finally subsiding after over a full minute.

His body was still shaking slightly long after he stopped squirting, and after a moment he slumped to sit close enough so that our knees brushed. I used one of the extra towels to wipe my face, then leaned against the seat letting the material cool my overheated face. Every piece of me was deliciously tender and I felt completely and utterly satisfied; glancing over at T, seeing him look spent and sleepy with a small grin playing around the corners of his lips told me we were even in this feeling. We dressed quickly and made our way back to the city in comfortable silence, both too exhausted to do little else but allow our hands to lightly caress when they met in the center console. Before I knew it we were pulling in front of K’s house, my silver Jeep glowing like a beacon calling me home. Our tryst was over and I had no idea when I’d be able to enjoy him like this again. It had taken the stars aligning just right for our conflicting schedules to mesh just this once after several failed attempts. As the truck stopped I pulled on my sweater and slides, and turned towards him to say goodbye with a wistful sigh that grew into a similar smile. As I was leaning in to kiss his cheek, he turned at the last moment and tucked my chin to guide me to his lips one last time instead. Brief, but filled with promises for their next encounter, the kiss perfectly ended the night between the two close friends with benefits. “Until we meet again sir.” I whispered giving a jaunty little salute and opening the door to get out. “Indeed...because I will never get tired of nights like this, with you.” I heard him reply quietly as I slid down from the seat and turned to blow him a small kiss before shutting it and sauntering to my jeep, smiling to myself as I began to replay the night in my head.