u/MeiandBlake

No picture this time, sorry mods!

So… I guess it’s not all that surprising that a masseuse would give extras, but it was quite the jump for me.

After that first visit where I touched him, Beatie and I had a conversation about what would happen moving forward.  We talked about our life situations and he agreed to get tested before asking anything else of me.  He wasn’t too pushy with his requests, and always very generous.  I think that kind of made things easier.  He loved to talk, not just about himself but to listen to what I said and debate ideas, so other than certain intense moments we’d usually be talking.

((Sidebar: the spa rooms at this hotel have a few amenities which made them unique.  You enter from a courtyard with trees and some stone seating to a patio (each room has one) enclosed in privacy glass.  It has two pool chairs and some plants, but nothing other than sky and sun really.  The back end of the patio has a door that leads to the massage room with a soaking tub and space for the massage beds.  The back half of the room is divided into a hallway leading to the entryway for the masseuses, and a room with a shower, sink, chaise built into the wall, and a toilet.))

ASAP Beatie showed me his clean test and was quite appreciative that I was onboard with how things were going.

He got undressed and then walked over to me and asked if he could touch me.  I nodded and said okay, so he kind of gently explored and touched my body, every once in a while his cock would bump into my hip or the top of my leg.  He wasn’t really inspecting me, more running his hands along my neck or touching the crease at the bottom of my ass where it hits my legs.  He asked me to get undressed, and watched as each piece fell off my body until I was standing naked in front of him.

After he was done he said he wanted to do the bath first and the massage second (he had gotten the two-hour massage / bath combo).  While I was running the water he went back to normal conversation, we usually would debate a variety of things, from silly food ones like tacos vs. burritos, all the way to serious topics like parenting or religion.  When the tub was full he asked me to get in with him.

He sat in the tub and had me in front of him, leaning my back into his chest.  He rubbed my sides and breasts while kissing my neck, whispering sweet things and saying how good it felt to touch me after waiting so long.  The water was so hot that I couldn’t tell if his cock was hard or not, but he did pull me back into himself a few times.

When we were both starting to get tired from the heat, he suggested we get out and start the massage.  I got out first and dried off, he stood up after the water drained and I went to dry him off as well.  He seemed to appreciate it when I took initiative and figured out what he wanted without having to be told.

He laid out and I started the normal massage, but he asked if I could crawl on his back to massage both sides of his neck at the same time.  There are a few massage techniques where the masseuse’s thighs are pressed into the bottom of the buttocks (one with the person getting the massage having their legs spread open at the hips like a frog so that the masseuse can sit down between their legs).  I had him spread out a bit, and then squatted with my feet between his legs and my knees out to the side, my shins pressed up against the tops of his legs, and started massaging his lower back.  He sighed deeply, saying that it felt good, and was enjoying feeling the warmth of my body on his.  He joked that the only problem was that he didn’t get to see my cute feet and toes anymore.

It brought out my naughtier side, and I grabbed the bottle of oil and squeezed a good amount all over my breasts and stomach before laying down on his back, rubbing myself against him.  He moaned again and said that it felt like he was melting, that the skin on skin touch felt perfect.

After a bit of this, I got off the table and he rolled onto his back.  He asked for the same treatment, rubbing my body against his, and so I climbed back on top and did the same motions.  This time it was far more erotic, because every time I slid down I rubbed  my pussy along the top of his crotch and his cock would bounce around against my ass.  All the while he grabbed my thighs and pushed me up and down.  I could tell he was trying to get inside, but with the oil and the angle it was impossible.  I put extra oil on my breasts and sat up while he massaged them.  My alarm buzzed on my watch, letting me know that the first hour was up.

I got off of him and the table, and gave him another handjob.  This time taking efforts to go slowly and really let him build up.  When I rubbed his balls he moved his hips upwards, and I knew he’d be okay with a finger in his ass.  With all of the oil I had used, it slipped in without any resistance.  I had to keep my pressure up because he immediately started clamping down on me, and he had to bite his lip to stay quiet.  Pumping into his ass while jerking him off felt so powerful, he was just giving in to the pleasure and letting me fully control his most intimate parts.

I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth, jerking him with one hand and swirling my tongue around the tip.  It seemed like it was a surprise to him, because he moaned for me to wait or stop, and then my mouth filled up with his cum while he spasmed hard.  I could feel as the pressure bulged his cock in my mouth.

Swallowing isn’t really my thing, so I went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth.  When I got back he was sitting up and a small frown plastered on his face.  It didn’t need to be said, we both knew he was disappointed that he had finished already and things were ‘over’.  To be completely flat honest, I had gotten used to having a bit more breathing room with money and I didn’t want him to go with a sour feeling on the experience.  Before he could talk I told him I was looking forward to working him up again and going all the way before the session was over.

At that, he perked up and asked if he could kiss me as well.  I made a joke about how the session was supposed to be about him, but agreed.  (I’m not really into having someone go down on me, so I spend most of the time someone is down there trying not to giggle and ruin the mood.  It does sound like I’m enjoying myself though, I’ve been told.)  I laid up on the table and he crawled on top of me, first sucking around one nipple and then the other.  I remember it felt really nice to have him recall that I didn’t like having my nipples sucked or touched much, and it helped me relax.

Beatie wasn’t one for bullshit or lies, because he seemed to notice immediately that I wasn’t having a good time when he started going down on me.  He asked me to flip over and put my feet on the floor.  I thought maybe he was going to do me face-down, but then I felt his tongue on my asshole.

At first I jumped, it was a huge surprise.  After a few seconds though, I leaned into it.  The feeling was intense, but I was enjoying it.  He wasn’t shy and really gave me a lot of lavish attention, almost pushing me to an orgasm a couple of times.  I could feel him touching my pussy and was worried he was going to finger me with his rough hands, but was really only checking to see if I was wet.

When he was sure I was ready, he stood behind me and slid his cock up and down my slit.  He grabbed my hips and adjusted my feet until I was in the right spot.  After a bit more of the up and down motion, he slipped inside, shivering and moaning quietly.  He said sweet things again, about how long he had waited to do this, and that he was excited I was sharing a part of myself with him.  He moved only the tip inside, over and over, barely pushing inside before pulling back.  He was either savoring the moment to its utmost or trying to tease the hell out of me, because I started rocking my hips back and forth trying to get him to just go inside.

On one particular rub downwards, the tip of his cock went deeper inside.  After that, inch-by-inch he slowly pushed until he bottomed out, and stayed there.  I felt myself contracting around him, the feeling of being full but not having him move around was making my body react.  It was surprising, because I didn’t think I’d be enjoying myself at all for the whole experience.

He pulled out, almost all the way, and then pushed back in a bit faster.  He was spreading around my wetness and the sound was obvious as he started to pick up speed.  The sound was a bit louder now, the creaking of the table underneath us joining the sound of his breathing against my neck and the wet slap of his hips hitting my ass.  As my legs were pinned together he felt bigger, and he was starting to grunt as he whispered about how much he was enjoying having me.

He started pumping into me in earnest, holding my neck with one hand while pushing his hand underneath to grab my breast with the other.  There was a surreal moment where I had a bit of an out-of-body experience, realizing what I was doing and what was being done to me.  It wasn’t where I was either freaked out or super into things, more a feeling of “oh, this is happening, it isn’t just dirty talk or giving some guy a handjob.”

I was lost in my thoughts for a bit and then I snapped back to myself as Beatie was asking me something.  I mumbled “what?” and he asked again if he could finish inside me.  As I was still out of it and trying to wrap my head around the idea, it felt like it was taking me a long time to reply, so he whispered that he was going to do it, but that he’d make it worth my while.

((Sidebar again: these days I do enjoy a good creampie, although I hate having to wear period underwear for two days in a row while it all comes out.))

As he had already decided for both of us, he pumped into me harder.  When he started to cum it felt like his whole body was going through a spasm, and I could feel his legs shaking against mine, and his balls against my thighs were completely squeezed up and tight.  After it seemed like he had shot every last spurt he had, he pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back into me.  He slowly fucked me for a while and I could feel as the mess between us was getting slick all around my entrance.  It made me feel pretty dirty, and I said something about how he didn’t even wait to answer before finishing inside me, and how sexy I must have been that he couldn’t stop himself.

At that, he pushed in one more time and I felt his balls tighten again.  Not as tight as the first time, but he was definitely cumming again.  With the final effort he pulled out and leaned on the bed next to me.  I stood up and grabbed a hot towel, cleaning him off.  He held my hips as I wiped his cock and crotch area, then traced along my body and squeezed my breasts a bit before letting me wipe down the rest of his body (including his fairly sweaty brow).

I was leaking all down my legs at this point, and he said he wanted to see it, so I hopped up on the table and he laughed about how much of a mess he had made.  After that he said he was ready to shower, so we drank a couple of cups of water and then hopped in.  I soaped him up with my body, really working to get him clean and not just act like a sad sponge in there.  He got out first and I did the best to clean myself up as well before getting out to chat with him for the last few minutes.

As he was getting dressed he grabbed another couple of bills and put it on top of the stack that was on the table, saying that it was for finishing inside without getting my answer.  I remember joking that I’d never answer if it meant that kind of payout.  We both laughed a bit and he said that he would have to consider it, but that if I kept up my current attitude then I’d drain his wallet more than his balls.

I checked my watch and we still had another fifteen or so minutes left, so I dropped my towel in front of him and undid his pants, smiling while looking up at him.  His expression was a bit surprised, but he moaned when I took him in my mouth.  I went back and forth between sucking on the tip and running my tongue along his balls.  He was talking dirty as I sucked him off, saying things like even though he had already cum twice, I still had his cock in my mouth and that I was a good little slut for him.

He said that he wished he could fuck me again, but that he’d just have to settle on cumming in my mouth.  I pulled his cock out with a ‘pop’ and rubbed the tip on my lips before saying, “why not?”  I tried to have the most coy face I could do, sliding him back and forth along my tongue.  At that, he yanked off his polo and threw me back up on the table.  Without hesitation he shoved himself into me all the way.  He was like an animal, just pounding away at me, sucking on my skin and churning the cum that was already deep inside.  He didn’t last long, but the splotchy red color on his shoulders and the pressure with which he was grinding himself into me, let me know that he was enjoying himself thoroughly.  I felt proud of myself for really giving him a great experience.

When he was getting closer I wrapped my legs around him and whispered in his ear to cum inside me.  He made one last push and then held his hips against me and let his body rest on me.  I played with his hair a little and then he got up off of me and leaned on the table.  He looked fully spent.  I laughed about how I had made him all sweaty again, and he said he’d rather be a mess and have had me again than be clean and dry.

I wiped us up one last time, and as we got dressed he said he’d like to see me off of the massage schedule sometime down the line.  I said that I’d think about it, but I did appreciate having things ‘safe’ at the spa, for both of us.  We exchanged numbers and he left the room while I went to clean up the tables and floor.  Internally I congratulated myself, I’d really gone off the deep end but I was somehow still me as a person.

Years ago, a friend got me a part-time job at a Spa she worked at.  This is the story of how I met a client that we called “Big Tipper” or “Beatie” for BT.

The Studio itself was attached to a hotel in a nicer area.  We had a lot of people coming into town for meetings.  I think that is why I’d sometimes get clients who propositioned the masseuses.  There was no unifying feature that brought the men (and a few women) together, just that they’d kind of allude to what they wanted.  I would usually pretend I didn’t understand and they’d stop asking.

Beatie was different.  He was loud, friendly, and lived a storied life that he loved to share.  I don’t know what business he was in, but he owned a company and it was common for him to give out nice tips.  Whenever he would pass by our spa, he would always tip all the staff on hand (it was usually two or three in the waiting area) and tip the people that gave him service on top of that.  He had a back issue, so he would come by pretty often, and he joked about how his medical insurance was covering it, so that is why he could afford to be so generous with us.

For a few weeks he had massages with different masseuses, making his way through our list of available people.  When he finally got to me, I wanted to be as attentive as possible to see if I could land more appointments with him, as he had already seen a few other masseuses a couple of times prior to seeing me.

I walked with him to the room and let him in, and while he was talking he immediately started getting undressed before I even had a chance to turn around or walk away.  He acted like it was completely natural, talking and laughing as if nothing was happening.  To my credit, I took it in stride from his nonchalant attitude and acted like it was totally normal, nodding along and commenting at the right spots.  My mind went kind of blank in that moment though, and I have no idea what he was even saying.

As the massage went along he kept talking, asking me questions about my thoughts on politics, religion, life in general.  He didn’t pry into my personal life, but if I said anything about it he would listen.  The hour went by pretty fast, and I have to say that I didn’t feel creeped out or anything by him.  At the end of the massage he got up off the table (still naked) and walked over to his pants, then gave me a cool $100 tip while saying thank you.  He then started getting dressed, again as if nothing was off color or odd about it.

The next couple of weeks were the same, except it was now down to me and one other masseuse that had become his “regular” masseuses that he requested.  I was actually working at the spa more regularly because he was asking for me.  The conversations were getting more explicit, he seemed to mention every time about how he caught his first wife cheating on him and he keenly remembered seeing her legs in the air in their marital bed.  Anytime he’d push those boundaries he’d always ask if he had offended me, and I’d always respond that I didn’t mind.

It was a month or so after this arrangement when he came in and my feet were really hurting due to a new pair of shoes.  He suggested that I take them off so I could rest my feet on the cool tiles.  I thought nothing of it, but he mentioned how cute my toes were when I was massaging him and he was facing downwards.  I laughed about it and he didn’t say anything else until the end of the massage when he gave me a bigger tip than usual and said I should get a different pair of shoes.

Next time I saw him, instead of saying something about seeing my feet, he asked if they were feeling better.  It felt nice that he wasn’t being creepy about it, so I told him the truth that I was feeling better and the shoes had actually broken in after a bit more and my feet were feeling better.  I joked about giving him the money back, and he said that it was worth the extra to have seen my feet.  This then motivated me to joke about getting a bigger tip if I showed more skin.

He let out a big laugh before saying that he’d be happy to pay for as much as I’d be willing to show.  He complimented me a lot and said it would be a treat just to see me in my underwear.

At that point it fell on me to decide how things would go.  He was already naked and had his pants in his hand.  It felt like an eternity that we both waited there for me to speak, but it was probably only a few seconds, because I blurted out that I didn’t wear bras (a whole different story).

He said that’d be an even bigger treat, and that he’d be happy to pay to see it.  I said it would be the first time I had ever done something like that, and I had no idea what to even charge.  He took a few hundreds out of his wallet and left it on the table where I put all my stuff before laying face down on the table, saying that he hoped what he put down was enough.

My heart was in my throat and I could hear my blood pounding in my ears, but my body moved as if it wasn’t in my control.  I took off my shoes and socks first, then I remembered the door wasn’t locked so I ran to the door and locked it, then I took off my pants and finally my shirt.  When the massage started he began talking again like normal, and then when I was near his head and he could see my legs through the hole in the table he thanked me for trusting him enough to show myself to him.

When he flipped over he did give me a look and started getting hard, but he never suggested I touch him.  Instead he complimented me a bit more on my confidence, said I was lovely, and then went back to his stories.  At the end of the massage he got up and started getting dressed, still while talking and looking at me.  He joked this time that he hoped I would use the extra money to buy some cute panties, and I laughed about how the ones I had worn were like some of the not pretty ones I owned and I had debated about taking them off because of how embarrassing they looked.

((Sidebar for a moment, I know sexy stories are supposed to be more fun and the girl just wants to bang, but in reality the money-side of things can often motivate you a lot more, especially so when someone is especially generous.))

The next visit he started to get undressed like normal, but then he leaned against the massage table, fully naked in front of me, and asked about my comfort level.  He asked if I liked where things were going, if I’d be interested in having them go further.  He said he had asked the other masseuse the same thing and she had said “no”, to which he had paid her a handsome amount to keep it private.

I’m usually not brave or confident, but in that moment I pulled out all my guts and started undressing while he watched.  I hesitated at my panties, since I HAD worn a cuter pair, but I dropped them as well because I felt like I needed to in order to make my point.  Standing in front of him fully naked I nodded and just said “okay”.

During the massage he was nice, but I could tell he was holding himself back.  He complimented me plenty on how I had been, and that I was a sweet person.  He said he liked listening to what I had to say.  As he spoke though, he started to try various things.  When he flipped onto his back his cock sprang up and he touched my leg with the hand that was closest to me.  He would always pause what he was saying and ask “is this okay?” when trying something new.

I felt like touching a bit wasn’t too scary, so he went from my leg to my side and then down to my butt.  He did the same with my breasts as I continued to massage him, and I remember distinctly that he stopped pinching my nipple because he saw I was wincing when he’d do it.  To his credit, he apologized and never did it again.  As the hour ran down, I looked and saw how painfully hard his cock was.  It had a tiny spot of precum at the tip that was growing into a big bubble.

There wasn’t any thought or confirmation, I just reached out and grabbed him, squeezing the length of his shaft and rubbing the precum around with my thumb.  I’m always surprised by how soft the skin is at the tip, and I like how velvety it is in my hand.

He shuddered at that first touch, groaning loudly, and I jerked him pretty firmly while he squeezed my ass.  I cupped his balls with my other hand and he spread his legs, letting me rub the skin underneath.  I went fast, neither of us saying a word, and suddenly he started spasming and bucking upwards, ropes of cum spraying out across his stomach and all over my hand.  I tried to slow down and not jerk as hard, and after a minute or so he put his hand over mine and stopped me, saying it was too sensitive.

I grabbed some hot towels to help him clean up, and then we both rushed to get dressed before the time was up.  He laughed and talked as if nothing had happened, but when he handed me my tip it was much more generous than usual and he told me he was looking forward to seeing me the following week.

So… I know the first part of this is a bit boring, but hopefully everyone wants to hear more stories from back then.

“Thanks again for walking me out to my car!” I smiled as I clicked the lock open, “are you parked nearby?”

“No, I’m down on the ground level, but it’s cool,” Marco said, turning to walk back into the mall.

“Let me give you a ride, it’ll be faster,” I said, opening the passenger door for him.

He held for a second, “really, it’s cool, I don’t mind walking.  And you gotta get home, right?”

“It’s fine, it’s the least I owe you,” I gave him a big grin, “also it’s cold, lemme take you.”

He smiled wide, “alright, lets go.”

Marco was taller, kinda thin built, but he had a good presence about him.  I liked how genuine he was in all his interactions, and appreciated the training he had given me around the store.  He directed me to his car, down a pathway that led to a more secluded corner of the parking lot.

“Sorry, I just bought a new car, so I’m really antsy about it getting dinged up in the parking lot,” he apologized.

“I know how you feel, my husband gave up on that after having to park at an office with the tiniest parking lot,” I groaned in response.

“Here it is,” he pointed towards the car half in shadow.

“Oh wow, that IS new,” I laughed, “I’d park down here too!  Mind if I take a look?”

“Of course, always proud to show her off,” he smiled before hopping out of my car and opening the passenger door to his with a flourish.

I sat down and let myself sink into the plush fabric, “I’m glad you didn’t go with leather.  It’s always either freezing cold or burning hot.”

“Right?  That’s what I was always saying, my girl-” he paused, momentarily caught in what seemed like a bad memory.

“My ex-girlfriend used to say leather all the way, I guess it was just one more thing we couldn’t agree on, in the end,” he gave a weak chuckle.

I reached out and touched his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and nodding.  No words needing to be said.  He shuffled in his seat, looking at me and then looking away.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Nah, nothing,” he laughed again, this time with more energy.

“Come on,” I pushed his shoulder lightly and then went to explore buttons on the dash, “you’re always helping me learn and do things at work, I’m sure I can help you out.”

“I’m just kind of…” he paused and smiled again, “I’m… backed up.”

“Backed up?” I turned to look out the window, “the car?”

He sniffed, stifling a laugh, “no, I- it’s cool.  Just forget I said anything.”

“I’ll have my husband tell me, or look it up on urbandictionary, just tell me,” I retorted.

“Alright, alright,” he held his breath for a beat, “you can forget it after I explain it, but it means… I haven’t finished in a while.  So I’m really like- full.”

“Like you have to poop?” I angled my head to the side, “do you need to go now?”

“No!  Oh my god,” he buried his face in his hands, “man this is embarrassing.  I haven’t been with a woman, like, intimately.”

“Oh!  Oh my god, blue balls!” I laughed so loud it shook the car.

When I finally calmed down enough from the laughing fit, I looked up at him, and he was staring out the window, his face a deep shade of red.

“Oh… ooooohhhh,” I raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, please just forget I said anything,” he said earnestly.

“Well… now I feel bad,” I said while again grabbing his shoulder, “I mean, I guess, I’m flattered?  Bold of you to shoot your shot with a woman probably… what… 10 - 15 years older than you, and married?”

“You’re just really pretty, and I thought when you grabbed my shoulder, and you said you could help me out, I thought you were leading me on,” he was talking fast now, trying to get himself out of the situation.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my purse, “ah.. it’s my husband.”

He sat quietly while I sent a couple of texts, and started scrolling on his phone.  I could see he was doing anything and everything to disassociate from the awkwardness of it.

“Okay, I bought us a few minutes,” I intoned urgently.

“Huh?” he said, looking up.

“You’re ‘backed up’, right?” I lowered my chin, giving him a sidelong glance.

“Really?  You’re not just messing with me?” he choked out.

“Clock is running, though, you better hurry,” I chided.

I half-expected him to reach over and try to kiss me, which I wasn’t sure if I would do, but without saying a word he pushed back the driver’s seat and undid his pants, pushing his jeans down enough for his cock to spring free.  It was both big and hard.

I knew it wouldn’t be fair to embarrass him and then leave him hanging, so I reached out quickly across the space and grabbed his cock.  I started jerking him and his precum leaked out heavily, coating the tip of his cock and my pointer finger.  He moaned quietly as I worked his cock.

“Wow… were you hard this whole time?” I whispered, “I guess you weren’t kidding about saying I’m pretty.”

He groaned before responding, “yeah, it’s why- its why I’m always checking up on you at the register.”

“And here I just thought you were being nice,” I responded, picking up my pace.

The noise of his wetness filled the car, he spread out his arm, tentatively touching my shoulder and then massaging my neck.  I knew he was trying to suggest a blowjob with the motion.

“Ohh?  Is that what you want?” I giggled and then bent down, letting my face get closer and closer to his cock.

I was sure he could feel my breathing on his cock as I stopped the jerking motion.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“I… I want you to suck my cock,” he answered, rubbing my back.

I thought his cock felt hot in my hand, but it was even warmer in my mouth.  He was fighting not to buck upwards as I sucked on him.  He rubbed my shoulders and back with one hand while holding my hair in a loose ponytail in the other.

“Oh god… god that feels so good,” he moaned.

“Time is running out though, are you gonna cum before I have to go home to my husband?” I said between licks.

“I want you, I want you so bad,” he pleaded.

“Wow, first it was a handjob, then you made me give you a blowjob, and now you want to fuck me?” I lightly joked.

“Well, you did say you were going to help me, and that’d be the fastest way to make me cum,” he answered while holding up his hands.

“Can’t argue with that logic,” I responded, “but we need a bit more room.”

He pulled up his pants and walked around to the passenger side.  I jumped out and unbuttoned my pants hastily, pulling them down to my knees.  Before there was time for any mention of a condom or where he could finish, he had grabbed my hips and had pushed the full length of himself inside me.

“Ohhh… fuuuuck,” he groaned into my hair.

Each thrust was met with a wet slap as our bodies collided.  There was no pretense or gentleness to his motions, he was trying to fuck me until he came.  His car was low, but even leaning against it the angle wasn’t great and my feet were pounding from standing at the register all day.

“You- you- ohh-- you need to hurry-,” I gasped, “my feet hurt.”

He pulled out and moved me to the side, opening the rear door and motioning me inside.  I put one knee down and felt him around my ankles, yanking my shoes off and pulling my pants all the way off.  Before I realized what he was doing, he had an arm around my waist and was flipping me onto my back.

He spread my legs wide as he crawled on top of me, pushing my work shirt up and wrapping one hand around my breast while anchored himself against the front seat with the other.  Again, his cock was inside me, filling me with his heat and desire.

“Ooof, that’s much, much better,” I sighed.

As he pumped into me, his shirt kept falling and rubbing against me.  The fabric was scratchy and felt awful.  He tried to bring it up and hold it in his teeth, but gave up and took it off, kicking his legs as well and letting his shoes and pants fall on top of mine next to the car.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped, “take off your socks too.”

He leaned backwards, pulling my feet forward and hooking his fingers into my socks, then shucked them off quickly.

“Hey!  Ohh….” I moaned, “I said yo-y-yours!”

The feeling of having him inside me and being almost naked in the parking lot was driving me up the walls.  I could feel the fabric and foam underneath me, brand new and fresh.  It made it feel extra dirty to be sullying his car this way.

“You, you have to hurry,” I scolded him again, “I’m practically naked here.”

He kept his motions up, not releasing my breast or slowing down in fucking me, instead he pushed my shirt up and somehow managed to strip it off of me.

“You are now, and first one, at that,” he panted.

“Oh god… I’m the first woman that has been completely naked in your backseat,” I gasped, “I like that title.”

“Fuck am I glad it is you,” he smiled while maneuvering to take off his own socks, “and for another first, first time I’M fully naked with a naked woman in my car.”

He laid back down on top of me, pressing my hips down into the seat and fucking me hard.

“And now, this is gonna be the first time you cum in this car,” I whispered in his ear, “but I guess the real question is… will it be the last time with me?”

“Oh god, Cat… Cat I’m gonna cum,” he said as he pounded into me.

“You can’t finish inside me,” I warned.

“Ohhhh ffuuuuuuck,” he moaned a final time, burying himself deep inside.

“Hey!  Oh my god… oh…” I trailed off, I could feel myself tighten around him in pulses, my orgasm trying to push him out as I clamped down.

He held tight for a bit longer, and then pulled back slowly, pumping and churning the wetness and cum inside me, unwilling to let it end.

“Oh my god, I can feel you,” I sighed.

The slickness and heat coming off of him hadn’t abated one bit.  He still seemed just as ready to go.

“You’re still hard.  Do you need help getting the rest of that cum out?” I asked, curling my hips up and down.

“It’s starting to slip down to my ass, I bet you could slide right in,” I moaned.

“Fuck… fuck, are you serious?” he sounded incredulous.

I tousled his hair, “just be gentle.”

The sound of our breathing filled the space as he pulled out and lined up at my asshole.  He pushed slowly and the head of his cock started to spread me open.  I sucked in air, but when he stopped I took a few breaths and nodded for him to try again.  The slick mess pouring out of my pussy lubed him up as he pressed against me.

I was breathing hard now, but gave him a smile through clenched teeth, “too bad you don’t have a toy, or else I could be full front AND back.”

“No, wai- wait, fuuuck,” he moaned, forcing himself to pull back and spraying me with another hot rope of cum, “god DAMN.”

I kissed his cheek, “sorry, I love to rile someone up until they can’t stop.”

He pushed his hips upwards and laid his cock on top of me, his shaft and balls nestled between my pussy lips.  His cock was still plump and he focused on grinding up and down while taking each breast into his mouth in turn and licking back and forth.

I ran my fingernails gently across his back as he moved.  His cock softened and slipped to the side, but he didn’t stop kissing or licking.  I could tell he was trying to milk the moment for all it was worth, in case it never happened again, and I decided to just let him enjoy it instead of worrying about the sticky slick mess coating my pussy.

After a few seconds I could feel him hardening again and he quickly reached down and put himself back inside me before I could protest.

“Hold on-hold on- how ‘backed up’ are you?” I asked while grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling him in deeper.

“You’re just so hot,” he groaned before kissing my neck, “I can’t stop myself.”

The cum was starting to foam up and the gooeyness of it made his cock feel all the harder inside me.  He was pumping faster and more erratic than the first time, one arm wrapped around my shoulders, the other curled underneath me, pushing my ass upwards towards his cock.

I could feel how desperate he was to keep me underneath him.

I moved my legs and put my feet on the headliner, squeezing my toes hard into the soft material.

He’d get his seats cleaned.
I had already put in my two-weeks notice.
He didn’t have my number, and I wouldn’t give it to him.
But these marks.  They would never go away.
And like that, he’d be able to keep a small memory of me forever.

“Cum inside me,” I whispered into his ear.

He bottomed out inside me, squeezing me so tight I felt like I was going to pop.  His breath was ragged and we both gasped when he finally relented and let me rest on the seat.  He moved our bodies until he could sit next to me, and he let his head fall back.

“Oh my god… that-” he took a deep breath, “that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Finally, he relented and stood up, moving to get dressed and giving me my scattered clothes.

I huffed a mock sigh as I sat up, the cum draining out of me onto the seat cushion.

“Awww come on,” I said loudly as I tried to close my legs and prevent more spillage, “I’m sorry about your seat.  Also, no way my husband won’t know exactly what just happened.”

“Oh!  Shit, I’m- uh-” he looked around as if trying to find something to clean me with, before moving to use his shirt.

I stopped his hand, giving him a wry smirk, “I’m just kidding, he was the one who said I should help you out.”