Car sex after work
“Work drought.” The words echoed in Jason’s mind as he trudged towards his beat-up sedan after another long, fruitless day at the office. The company was in a financial rut, which naturally meant cutbacks in hiring, resulting in a backlog of assignments piling up on Jason’s desk. His stress levels were through the roof, and he desperately needed an outlet to blow off some steam.
As he settled into the driver’s seat, his hand inadvertently brushed against something hard beneath the passenger seat. Curious, he fished it out – a dildo, black silicone, about 8 inches long. “What the…?” Jason muttered, holding up the foreign object. His mind raced with possibilities – did his ex-girlfriend nip it in there on one of their candied car trysts? Did one of his coworkers have a kinky side? The mystery only added to his frustration.
In a split second, Jason made a decision. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down to his ankles. His member sprang free, already semi-erect from his confused arousal. With a grunt, he guided the tip into the dildo’s entrance and began working it in and out, twisting and grinding his hips. To his surprise, the cold, firm silicone felt good rubbing against his sensitive crossroads. Letting out a moan, he groped the dildo faster, his momentum building.
Jason’s mind wandered to his flirty subordinate, Tina, who had been extra touchy-feely lately, hugging him close, grazing her leg against his under the conference table, leaving him wanting more. Now, he imagined her spread across the passenger seat, those perky tits popping out of her top button sweater, her tight pussy dripping water onto the leather.
His imagination drove him wild, and he pumped into the dildo furiously, his tip glistening with pre-cum. “Fuck!” he growled, slamming hard against the seat as his orgasm swelled. The pleasure overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, he was spilling ropes of thick, sticky cum over the dildo and onto the seat. He gasped for air, his body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction.
His eyes popped open when he heard a car door slam nearby. Shit! Horrified, he looked out to see his neighbor scurrying towards her car, keys in hand. Jason quickly tossed the dildo back onto the floorboards, zipped up his pants, and sped out of the parking lot before she could get a glance at him.
The drive home was a whirlwind of confusion and exhilaration. He replayed each sticky thrust, each muffled groan, each spurting release in his head. Though he was mortified, Jason couldn’t deny the primal satisfaction he gained from his shameful act. It was like an out-of-body experience, one that he knew he’d want to repeat.
Later that evening, Jason couldn’t focus on anything else. He messed around on his phone, squirming in memories of fucking that silicone shaft. Eventually, the urge overtook him once again, and before long, he found himself stroking his cock to the same car seat, the same ‘O’ face, and all of the same dirty thoughts of Tina. His climax was twice as startling as the first time, bringing forth a thick batch of hot cum, which he haphazardly wiped off without a second thought.
The next day, Tina greeted Jason with conspiratorial eyes and a sly smirk. “Morning, boss,” she purred, and Jason couldn’t help tracing her tight little outfit as she sauntered by. The creepy-crawly sensation of having Tina in his sights made him think of his cummy solo sessions. It felt like she was in on his secret, and the thought only fogged Jason’s focus more.
Jason couldn’t hold back. After a long day at the office and an even more frustrating drive, he whipped out his dick and fucked the lube-soaked dildo once again. He nutted without restraint all over the passenger seat of his car for the second night in a row.
Within a week, Jason was a regular cum-soaked mess. With the car as his den of perversity, he found that he could ease the frustrations of his work day by facing fucking his dildo in every nook and niche. He glistened it up with lube, grabbed it from every angle, made it shine with his spunk. Hell, he even used one hand to wrench his own tip open, gushing the creamy stuff out. By week’s end, his dildo was drenched in salty splashes, he was soaking in sweat, and the parquet was painted with every ounce of his jazz. He was living in a cornucopia of substance-stained sin, and he just couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s neighbor never found out about his creampie escapades, but he sure didn’t stop after that first encounter. As for Tina, he’d Fuck her after she stirred an extra thunder of pleasure in him, indulging his fantasies in his mind and plastering his shaft with his flavor. His work pace never slowed, but he sure did slow down his drive time!
From cars to cubicles, we’ll never discuss the debauchery. But we know the truth: the grind was real, cum is gold, and torture is an appetite aligned with the mind’s deepest thoughts. The more you can dream, the more you can see what takes place. So get busy, broke a nut, let your thoughts run free, because the heat is on and the mind is just overflowing with the whims of a devilish desire that have no time for place! Indulge, baby, you’re ready to take more of the load and fly!
