240919自動車の練習場で裏切りおせっせh1

Title: A Tempting Betrayal: The Auto Practice Ground

Hiroshi had been saving for months to get behind the wheel of his dream car. The sleek red sports model was a symbol of his hard work and dedication, and he couldn’t wait to finally experience the thrill of driving it on the open road. However, when the day of his first test drive finally arrived, things did not go as planned.

From the moment he stepped onto the practice grounds, Hiroshi could sense something was off. The usual cheerful instructors seemed tense and whispering amongst themselves. A strange woman, wearing a form-fitting black dress and thigh-high boots, was leaning against the driver’s side of his car. As Hiroshi approached, she pushed-off and sauntered towards him, hips swaying with each step. His eyes drifted down her body, taking in her hourglass figure, full breasts straining against the fabric of her dress.

“I’m here for your lesson today,” she purred, smirking as she noticed where his gaze had lingered. “But don’t worry, I’m not just any instructor.” She leaned in close, her hot breath hitting his ear. “I’m your dream instructor.”

Hiroshi swallowed hard, feeling a sudden tightness in his pants. This woman was trouble, and he knew he should walk away. But what she offered was far too tempting. “Alright, let’s do this,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

The lesson started out simple enough – basic controls, checking mirrors, tight turns. But as they drove, the instructor became bolder, her hands constantly touching his thigh, leaning over to adjust the mirror. Hiroshi felt his resolve weakening with each passing minute. Then she sat back, casually crossing her legs, giving him an unobstructed view of her panties.

“Have you ever wondered what it feels like to completely surrender yourself?” Her voice was smooth like velvet. “To let go of all control and allow someone else to manipulate you?” She uncrossed her legs, slowly sliding a hand under her skirt. “I can teach you how to let go, if you want.”

Hiroshi’s foot slipped off the gas, the car slowing to a halt. His mind raced, desire warring with caution. “I…I don’t think I can,” he stammered, though his body was screaming otherwise.

“Then just pull over,” she said simply, pointing to a secluded parking lot off the main track. “Before you embarrass yourself.”

Hiroshi felt his face burn as he realized he had lost complete control of both the car and himself. Mechanically, he pulled into the parking lot, putting the car in park. The instructor was out and around to his side before he had even unbuckled his seatbelt. She pulled open his door and took his hand, pulling him out into the open.

“No one will see us here,” she murmured, pushing him back against the car. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” With that, she dropped to her knees in front of him, deft fingers unfastening his pants and sliding inside.

Hiroshi gasped as her hot mouth enveloped him, his hips bucking up unconsciously. She worked him expertly, her tongue licking and sucking, drawing him deeper. His hands fisted in her hair, urging her to take more of him, to end this torturous pleasure.

Just as he was about to reach his peak, she pulled away, a devious grin on her face. “Get in the backseat,” she demanded, stripping off her dress and panties. “I’m going to ride you until you forget your own name.”

Hiroshi was only too happy to comply, fumbling his way into the back seat.Seconds later, she joined him, straddling his lap. Hips grinding, she reached down and guided him inside her wet heat. They moaned in unison as she began to move, slowly at first, then faster, rolling her hips in ways that made him see stars.

The car began to rock as she rode him hard and fast, her breath coming in short gasps. Hiroshi lost himself in the sensations, his hands gripping her hips, pushing her down to take him deeper. He could feel his release building, his balls tightening as he approached the edge.

She leaned in, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue plundering his mouth. “Come for me,” she breathed against his lips. “I want to feel you explode inside me.”

With a final thrust, Hiroshi let go, flooding her with his seed. She continued to move, milking him for every last drop until he was spent and boneless beneath her. They stayed like that for a moment, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.

Then she extricated herself, half-dressing before walking out of the car without a backwards glance. As the sound of her clicking heels faded, reality crashed over Hiroshi. What had he just done? He had lost control, let himself be manipulated by lust rather than reason. But as he adjusted his clothes and got behind the wheel, he couldn’t deny that it had been the most exhilarating experience of his life.

He pulled back onto the track, his heart still pounding. He may have failed the driving test, but he had passed a much more important one – the one that tested his ability to surrender, to let go, to give himself over to pleasure. As he drove, he couldn’t stop thinking back to what had happened, already looking forward to his next lesson. It seemed there was far more he still had to learn.