BACK SEAT FUCKS 3 – Scene 6

Title: “Backseat Fucks 3: Scene 6”

As the sultry redhead slid into the backseat of the sleek, black sedan, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her low-cut top, she knew she was in for a night of unbridled passion. The car sat in the dimly lit parking lot of a seedy motel, the sort of place where privacy was guaranteed and discretion was a given.

Her companion, a rugged, built man with a mossy beard, took the driver’s seat, his eyes immediately drawn to the tantalizing curves of his companion. He licked his lips, his gaze raking over her body like a physical touch, igniting sparks of excitement within her.

Without a word, he reached over and undid her top, allowing her breasts to spill free. The cool air of the car hardened her dusky nipples, and as he cupped one generous mound, she gasped, arching into his touch.

His other hand traced up her inner thigh, pushing her skirt higher and higher until his fingers grazed the damp lace of her panties. She whimpered, spread her legs wider. He stroked her through the fabric, feeling her wetness seep through.

“Mmm,” he growled, “you’re so ready for me, aren’t you, princess?”

In response, she fumbled with his belt, popping it open and unzipping his fly. His thick, hard cock sprang free, bobbing against his stomach. She wrapped a hand around it, marveling at the weight and heat of him. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and she swiped it with her thumb, bringing it to her lips for a taste.

Salty-sweet, it fired her lust higher. She needed him inside her. Now. But he had other plans. He peeled off her panties, baring her swollen sex to his hungry gaze. Without warning, he leaned down and flicked her clit with his tongue.

She nearly came off the seat with a sharp cry. He smiled against her flesh, the bristles of his beard scraped deliciously against her sensitive skin. “So sweet,” he murmured. “I could eat this tasty pussy all night long.”

He proceeded to do exactly that, lapping and suckling at her delicate folds, spearing his tongue deep inside her depths. She writhed beneath him, her hands fisting in his hair, her hips bucking shamelessly. The darkness of the car and the illicit thrill of the setting only heightened her arousal.

As her orgasm built, he thrust two fingers into her core, curling them just right to hit that special spot that made her see stars. “Yesss,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Just like that!”

Her body tensed, her thighs clamping around his head as the wave crashed over her, her pussy rippling around his fingers. He continued to lap at her, easing her through her release.

When she finally sagged back against the seat, boneless and sated, he sat up and freed his massive cock from his pants. Towering over her, he fisted his shaft and smeared it with her juices before pushing it inside her tight channel in one powerful thrust.

“Ah, fuck!” he groaned at the feeling of her slick heat enveloping him. “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good around my cock.”

She could only whimper in agreement, her inner muscles clamping down on him as he began to move. The climax he’d just given her seemed to have heightened her sensitivity a thousand-fold, and every drag and grind of his thick length against her G-spot sent sparks shooting up her spine.

He set a hard, fast pace, his hips slapping against hers with each deep thrust. The car rocked with the force of their coupling, the faint squeak of the springs and the slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the vinyl confines.

She clenched around him, feeling the second orgasm building fast and furious, and he pistoned into her harder. “Come for me, baby,” he urged, one hand sliding between their sweat-slicked bodies to rub her clit. “I want to feel this pretty cunt squeeze the cum right out of my cock.”

As if his words were the key to unlocking her release, her body bowed, her heels digging into the top of the seat back as her climax slammed into her. She screamed her pleasure, her pussy rippling and fluttering around him as spurt after spurt of liquid heat gushed from her core.

He pounded through it, prolonging her high before he roared, burying himself to the hilt as he found his own release. She felt the twitch and pulse of his cock as he filled her with his seed, their mixed fluids leaking out to trickle down her thighs.

Sagging against her, he peppered her face with kisses as they both fought to catch their breath. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he rumbled, nuzzling under her ear.

She could only hum in agreement, her body feeling absolutely spent and sated. They lay there in the hushed darkness, lazily exploring each other’s slick skin as their heart rates slowly returned to normal.

After a long moment, he raised his head to capture her lips in a deep, lazy kiss. Sliding off her, he pulled her into his arms, her back aligned with his front. He stroked her hair away from her sweaty neck and pressed a tender kiss to her nape.

“Mmm, you know, we could stay here all night,” he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. “Sir Mix-a-Lot themed motel room, a case of Natty Light, and you? I’d be a lucky man.”

She laughed low and throaty, wiggling her ass back against his softening cock. “Careful what you wish for, babe. I might just take you up on that.”

He chuckled, his lips curving against her skin. “As appealing as that is, we should probably get out of here before the owner comes knocking with a shotgun and a blast of holy water. I’m not sure I could get it up again if I had to dodge his aim.”

She snickered, turning in his arms to press a final kiss to his lips. “Probably for the best. Not sure I can handle any more fucking tonight anyway, as good as you are.”

They dressed amidst soft laughter and tender touches, darting glances at each other that held a promise of more to come. She knew it wasn’t the last time she’d be in his backseat, spread out on the plush leather as he feasted on her body and took her apart with his thick cock.

Fucking in cars might be considered a cliché, but with a man like him, she was perfectly happy to be one. With a final languid kiss, they emerged into the cool night air, a secret sated grin shared between them as they walked to their respective vehicles and drove off into the night. The backseat speculator could only wonder at the debaucheries that had transpired, the illicit thrills that would be forever theirs alone.