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Subject: Naughty Alex at the Hotel - (continued) - Back Seat Fucking (m/f, wife cheat)
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From my weblog, http://www.naughty-alex.com
luv from Naughty Alex ;)
From a longer story...
Anyway, Anthony and I made it back after our quick fuck in the hotel hallway
without anyone being the wiser. We worked together at the desk for about an
hour, with Helen taking over so I could run through some invoices. Joseph
was due to start security checks, but need to talk to someone on the phone
so Anthony volunteered to check the parking arcade for him, and I said I'd
help since I wanted a cigarette break anyway.
Wearing heels and a long black skirt, I couldn't walk as quickly in the cool
night air as Anthony, so we agreed I would check the cars on the lower floor
of the parking lot, and Anthony would check the other levels. I walked along
the cars looking to see that no car had been broken into or damaged, etc.,
while Anthony did the same.
When I finished checking all the cars, I walked over to my own car, and
leaned against it to wait for Anthony to come back. I knew this was a great
chance for some quick sex, and I wanted a nice hard fast fuck with that hard
cock of his. The taste I got in the hallway had left me hungry for more.
Finishing his rounds, Anthony came back to where I leaned against the car,
and I started teasing him right away. I hooked a finger in his belt, and
slid one hand around his back, and started kissing along the edge of his
neck.
Anthony responded by stroking my shoulders, but said "We should get back
inside, we don't have much time."
In response, I opened the back car door, wiggled into the back seat and
pulled my skirt up exposing my damp thong. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I
asked boldly, running my fingers across my pussy.
"Now, what would make you think I want to do that? he responded, slyly.
"Maybe you can't handle this wet little pussy," I teased him, lifting a
finger from my pussy to my lips, then reaching out and stroking his cock
through his pants. "Get into the back seat with me and fuck your naughty
co-worker."
"Sex in the car?" he asked, "I can do that. I'll fuck you senseless you
horny little cunt."
Standing in the open door of the back seat of my car, it only took a few
moments for Anthony to pull out his already hard cock. I leaned back on the
back seat, and hooked one foot around the drivers seat headrest, while I
lifted the other leg and wedged it up between the back window and the roof
of the car. With my knees pressed tight into my blouse, I watched Anthony's
hard cock thrust out through his pants, waving in the air as he gripped my
hips and pulled me closer towards the door of the backseat, adjusting me for
an easier fuck.
Then, holding his cock in one hand, he pulled my thong to one side with the
other hand, exposing my wet cunt, and rubbing the head of his cock side to
side and slowly up and down my slit.
I moaned. I wanted that hard cock in me so bad. I wanted to cum so bad.
Anthony smiled at me, and with the head of his cock nudged my slippery
pussy lips open and then slowly started to slide his wonderful thick cock
into me. I tried to keep from wriggling too much as he mockingly teased me.
"You need some of this Alex?" he asked me. "You want some big hard cock in
your naughty little pussy?" I bit my lip and held my breath, as just the
head of his cock ever so slowly pushed its way into me.
Since Anthony had already cum from our frenzied but silent quick fuck in the
hallway an hour before, you could see how much he was enjoying teasing me
because he knew I was desperate to cum myself. Instead of sinking his cock
deeply into me, he pulled the head of his penis slowly out again and then
rubbed it over my horny pussy, and then with a sly devilish smile used the
wet head of his cock to actually glide across my tormented clit. I closed
my eyes and arched my back without thinking, moaning in frustrated pleasure.
"Aren't you a married woman?" he asked me as he griped his thick cock and
used it to spread my soaked pussy lips even wider. "What would your husband
do if he knew you were fucking with some guy in the back seat of your car?"
I lifted my hips up off the back seat of the car in response to get his cock
to sink deeper into me, but Anthony anticipated my move and kept with his
cock firmly in hand as he continued to tease my aching pussy with only the
smooth wet bulbous head of his cock. He readjusted my thong again, pulling
more firmly to one side, then nestled the head of his cock just inside my
cunt. "Don't move," he told me, as he let go of his cock and pulled himself
down close to me. I felt the sudden surge in pressure as he released his
cock and it tried to spring up, but found itself just barely caught in the
wet entrance of my cunt.
I felt Anthony's heart racing as he laid his body down on top of mine, and
then, firmly, he pumped his hips into me and slid his cock completely into
my horny cunt. I gasped, and began fucking him. He held almost still, half
laughing at me, his face only inches away from mine, while I rocked my hips
frantically and fucked him as hard as I could. "You are a naughty little
wife, Alex" he purred to me, "You're still wet from our last fuck. Maybe
your husband better keep you away from me." He nibbled along my neck, still
taunting me "I know you like it," he whispered as I thrust my pussy against
the thick hardness of his shaft. "I think your hubby would be surprised to
see his good little wife wiggling around on my big cock."
I didn't care what he said, and in truth it was making me hornier. I loved
fucking him, I loved how it felt to be fucking him in the back seat of my
car, I loved the way my cunt felt full of his cock, I just loved it all.
With the car door wide open and Anthony still with his feet outside the car,
and mine up against the ceiling, I knew anyone going by could clearly see us
fucking, could see me cheating on my husband, and I felt such a dirty
thrill.
Anthony really started fucking me now. He pumped his cock hard into me,
driving me down against the back seat with every thrust. I could see sweat
beading up on his head, I felt his cock head bumping into my pussy walls, I
felt the way he slid his cock inside me pressing deep and starting to search
for his own orgasm. The power of tormenting me with my own lust had made
him very excited, and he was enjoying my lust for him. The idea of fucking a
married woman was clearly powerful for him, he was fucking another man's
wife, and fucking her because she wanted his cock.
I could feel he was getting close to coming as he pumped into me, fucking me
now just becasue I was there, a woman hungry and ready to open her legs for
his cock, and I pressed my clit excitedly into his pubic bone, grinding it
against him in a circular motion, almost ready to cum myself, and then, with
one hand wrapped in my hair, Anthony moaned and began to bury his cock as
deep as he could in me, his cum flooding into my pussy again, and with a
final thrust of my own I plateaued, and shuddered under his body as I came,
my legs tensing and my hips forcing my spasming clit against Anthony's dress
pants, and we collasped together exhausted, hearts pounding, lost in the
aftershocks of our own orgasms.
We caught our breath, then cleaned up the best we could, and headed back
into the hotel. My legs were weak, and I felt like I could barely stand as
I adjusted my rumpled blouse and skirt, while Anthony headed to the locker
room to get a new pair of pants, as the ones he wore were well coated with
our mingled fluids.