I had been at this party since 9pm, and it was now bordering on 2am. I knew Gabe would be pissed when I got home. Oh well, I thought, I’m having way too much fun.
“Hey, Max!” someone calls out. I turn around to see Tiffany wildly motioning for me to come over. I stumble over to Tiffany and see that she’s standing next to a handsome man holding a red solo cup in one hand and Tiffany’s ass in the other.
“Hey, Max! Jared and I are gonna go have sex, so I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she slurs.
I sigh frustratedly, “What? But you’re my ride, bitch.”
“I knowww,” Tiffany whines, “but he’s really cute!” she leans in to me, nearly falling and whispered drunkly, “And he has an accent, I don’t really know what he’s saying but I heard hot tub and toys sooo, yeah. I’m outa here.”
I throw my head back with an overdramatic sigh, “but Tiiiff!”
“Just call Gabe, he’ll come pick you up!” Tiffany motions to the phone I’m holding. I had been thinking about doing it; Tiffany is probably way to drunk to drive anyway.
I sigh again, “Alright fine, go have sex with the hot European. Leave your friend in her time of need. Whatever.”
Tiffany laughs loudly, “Alright, thanks bitch! I owe you one!” she begins walking off with her hot new man candy. “Love you bitch!” she calls over her shoulder.
“Love you too!” I call back, almost as drunk as Tiffany. I look down at her phone, knowing what I have to do now.
“What kind of trouble did you get yourself into now?” Gabe answers the phone.
“What? What trouble?” I slur, “No trouble!”
“I’ll believe that when I see it!”
“We’ll you’ll see it pretty soon because Tiff is having sex with a French dude and I need a lift!” I declare proudly.
“Not again,” Gabe sighs. “Alright, I’m leaving now but I won’t be there for a good twenty minutes.”
“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”
“I know, I know.”
I hang up the phone and survey the party; people are staring to trickle out as the party winds down. I sit down heavily on the sidewalk, waiting for Gabe. One particularly drunk guy stumbles out and nearly falls on top of me.
“Hey, darlin’. You wan-” he begins.
“Nope, waiting for a friend.”
He stumbles off for a bit before passing out on the nature strip; his friends come by a bit later and pick him up. Just as they begin to carry him off, Gabe pulls up. He doesn’t greet me, so I climb in the car without a word.
We sit in silence for about five minutes before I turn to him, asking. “Are you mad at me, Gabe?”
“No, I’m not mad, just annoyed.”
“Annoyed about what?”
“Annoyed that I have to come pick your drunk ass up.”
“I’m sorry, Gabe. I’ll never go to another party again, I swea-”
“I’m not mad at you, Max. I’m mad at Tiffany for leaving you like that.”
“She was drunk, drunk girls like to have sex with strange men.”
“Well, it’s still not an excuse.”
“Don’t be mad, baby,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Wow, you really are drunk,” he rolls his eyes.
“I’m not drunk!” I cry indignantly, “All that sitting around waiting for you sobered me up,” I tease.
“Ha ha,” he rolls his eyes again, “I guess you’re not as drunk as I thought.”
“No, I’m not,” I tell him seductively. I place my hand on his thigh and slowly stroke up and down.
“Max, what are you doing?” Gabe’s voice cracks.
“I’m not doing anything,” I reply sweetly. My hand finds its way to the front of his jeans. I start to rub his cock through his jeans – I’ve never actually seen it, just hints, but I know it must be big. I start to get a sense of how big when he starts to swell, the arousal setting in.
“Max,” Gabe asks tentatively, “what are you playing at?”
“You tell me.”
I undo his button and slowly work his zipper, then I start to rub his cock through his grey jocks.
“Max, I think you should stop doing that.”
“Why?”
“Because it might lead somewhere you don’t want it to lead,” he tells me huskily. I can tell I’m getting to him, I gently trace my long, manicured nails all around his cock, teasing him.
“Tell me it feels bad.”
“What?”
“Tell me it doesn’t feel good, look me in the eyes and tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“Max, I can’t look you in the eyes, I’m fucking driving!”
“Feels pretty good, no?” I pull his cock out from his jocks and start to rub him again, gently grazing my nails against his long member. As I pull it out I notice how big it is. It’s at least ten inches long and three inches thick.
“Oh my god!” I gape. I smile, leaning to whisper in Gabe’s ear, “You want me to put that in my mouth, don’t you?”
“I- what- no…”
But before he can say any more, my lips are gently touching his slightly erect penis. I start by slowly kissing his tip before I slide the top in, shallowly blowing him. He gives a little groan when it goes in.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?”
“Max, we shouldn- oh!”
He groans loudly when I tightly squeeze his balls and push more of his cock into my mouth. His penis is now nearly fully erect, but I’m only half-way down. I decide to go all out and put his entire member in my mouth. He groans even louder and swerves the car, nearly driving into oncoming traffic.
“Pull over,” I instruct.
“But-”
“Pull. Over.”
He nods vigorously and pulls over into a dark alley.
“You say you don’t like it, and yet you do everything I tell you,” I laugh. He begins to defend himself, but I push his cock all the way in again and begin to deep-throat him. He’s moaning and groaning now and I’m smiling, proud of my work.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re so dirty, baby!” I squeeze his balls again and he groans. “You’re such a dirty, dirty boy. I bet you’d like it if I call you daddy, wouldn’t you?” he shakes his head, but the mere mention of the word daddy makes him harder than I even thought was possible. “Oh yeah. You like that, don’t you daddy!” He squirms and continues to moan under my tongue. “What a dirty little man-whore you are! You like mouthfucking me in a car, don’t you daddy!”
He shakes his head again, but a groan escapes his lips. “Cum for me, daddy!” I demand, “cum for me!” he shakes his head a third time, but I can tell his close. He’s thrusting madly, pushing his cock deep inside my throat. I thrust heavily whilst licking the side of his shaft at the same time and he cums hard. I swallow as much as I can but there’s so much of it. “What a big boy you are!” he gives one last reluctant moan as he spasms, coming down from his climax. He looks me straight in the eyes, lost for words. I climb up his body, now straddling him in the car. “You like watching me drink your cum, don’t you daddy? You’re so dirty.” I whisper, taunting him. He’s panting heavily by now.
“Max, that was amazing but…”
“Yes, it was, daddy.” I can feel him getting hard again every time I say daddy.
“Please stop calling me that.”
“Calling you what, daddy?” His cock starts to nudge at my pussy, begging for round two.
“Please don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“Call me daddy!” he realises his mistake and tries to amend his statement.
“Oh yes, daddy! I’ll call you daddy!” his penis is growing even further, and I can tell he’s aching for another blowjob, but I have other plans in mind. “Daddy, would you return the favour please?”
“What?”
“I want you to eat my pussy, daddy.”
“You want me to what?”
“Eat my pussy, let me sit on your face.” I pull the little lever next to his seat and it goes crashing back so that he’s now lying down and I’m sitting upright on his pelvis. I unzip my dress and slowly pull it over my head. I pull off his shirt so he’s wearing nothing and I’m only in my red lace bra and panties. I slide my panties off and crawl up the seat so that my boobs are in his face. “You like that, daddy? You like my titties in your face?” I shimmy my chest, rubbing his face in my tits. “Taste my titties, daddy!”
I sit up again, now on his chest and begin to rub my wet pussy up and down, spreading my juices all over his chest. I scooch up so I’m now sitting on his face. “You gonna taste my pussy, daddy.” I tell him. I start to grind on his face, but he hasn’t even stuck his tongue out or anything. I stop and sit back on his chest, I grab his throat and choke him. “Are you gonna taste my pussy or am I going to have to punish you?”
He nods. I sit back on his face and he starts by gently licking in a circular motion before he moves on to sucking. He sucks my pussy lips before finding my clit. He gives it a gentle flick with his tongue and as I cry out. “Oh!” he starts sucking my clit and I let out a loud moan again. I’m grinding on his face again when he slips a finger into my wet pussy. “Oh my – Fuck!” I cry out, leaning forward and grabbing the back-seat rest. He keeps working his magic with his tongue before adding another finger in. “Oh, daddy! Yes, daddy! Just like that!” I moan. He inserts another finger and I nearly cum. “Oh, oh yeah! Yes, unh! Keep going, daddy!”
He speeds up the pace whilst inserting another finger. “Fuuck! Oh, oh, unh, oh, unh huh, yes, OH!” I’m about to climax when he suddenly pulls all his fingers out and stops sucking. He spits in my pussy then sticks his tongue in it. “Oh, yes. Be nasty, daddy! You’re so dirty!”
He uses his thumb to ever so slightly play with my cunt. It almost feels as if he’s not even touching it but somehow it does even more for me than before. “Ooooh, oh yeah.” My eyes are beginning to roll back into my head. “Oh my god! Oh, unh, yes!” he slowly gets faster and harder with his tongue and his finger. “Oh! Daddy, yes! It feels so good, daddy! OH, right there!” I’m so close it hurts, and he keeps me there.
“Harder, Daddy!” I beg, but he ignores my request. “Oh my god! OH, yes! Uunnnhhh!” I cum everywhere, I’m pretty sure I was even squirting. He laps it up languidly, hungry for more. I dismount from his face and sit back down on his chest. I can see how much my moans have affected him, he’s already erect again.
“Okay,” he pants. “I returned the favour. Are we all good now?”
“Hmm?” I’m still slightly dizzy from that mind-altering pussy eating.
“Can we go home? Are we done?”
“For today,” I sigh.
