Je me fais doigté par deux voyeurs, alors que je m’exhibe dans ma voiture en public
The crisp, cool air nipped atAmelia’s flushed skin as she reclined back into the plush leather seats of her sleek, black BMW. Her heart pounded beneath the thin, white silk of her blouse, hands trembling ever so slightly as she braced herself against the steering wheel. She adjusted the mirror, gazing at her own reflection – cheeks rosy, lips parted in anticipation, eyes wild with excitement and barely contained desire. Amelia checked the clock: 10:03pm. They should be arriving any minute…
The idea had taken root in her mind days earlier, a tantalizing fantasy that refused to be ignored. Amelia, the consummate professional, respected and admired by all, wanted to break free from the confines of her buttoned-up persona. She yearned to let her hair down, to feel alive and reckless and wild. And where better than swinging by the Doggers’ Lot, that secluded little copse off the motorway she’d heard rumours about?
Amelia’s breath hitched as she spied them approaching – two men, broad-shouldered and ruggedly handsome, their eyes glued to her car. She smiled, sending a jolt of electricity through her body, as they climbed into the back seats, door locks clicking into place. Game on.
“Bonjour messieurs,” Amelia purred, her voice sultry and enticing. “I hope you’re in the mood for a bit of fun…”
The men exchanged knowing grins, hands already slipping beneath Amelia’s unzipped blouse to palm the full, heavy weight of her breasts. She gasped, arching into their touch, fingers fumbling at their belt buckles. Clothing scattered haphazardly across the car’s interior as the trio Descended into a heated frenzy of groping hands and clashing mouths.
Ducking her head beneath the steering wheel, Amelia wrapped her silken mouth around the engorged tip of one man’s twitching member, earning a throaty groan. The other claimed her aching, dripping sex, plunging two long digits deep into her warm, slick depths while his thumb circled her swollen clit. Amelia shuddered, image smashing wave after wave of electric pleasure through her molten core.
The driver’s seat protested as Amelia straddled the man, leisurely gliding along his thick, throbbing shaft. She threw her head back with a wanton moan, nails raking down his chiseled chest, as the other man positioned himself behind her. The tip of his rigid cock kissed at her puckered entrance, teasing, tempting, until with a powerful thrust of his hips he hilted himself deep in her ass. Amelia screamed in ecstasy, cunt clamping down vise-tight around the man she rode as her mind shattered into a million blazing pieces.
The three collapsed into a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and panting breath, a haze of satisfaction shrouding them. Amelia leaned forward to capture the first man’s lips in a searing kiss, tasting herself in the tang of cum coating his mouth. What a sight they must have been – two nameless studs and a wanton minx, sated and sticky, pants embarrassingly on display in the neon glow of the public car park.
As quickly as they’d come, the men extricated themselves from the BMW, nodding and smiling at Amelia before sauntering off into the night. She let out a breathless chuckle, adoring the delicious ache settling into her muscles. Glancing up at the rear view mirror, dipped in, dimples punctuating high cheekbones and eyes that glinted with mischief and satisfaction, Amelia knew she’d come away from this incredible experience with a few souvenirs – a glassy, fucked-out gaze, a glittering sheen of sweat, and the lingering, bittersweet taste of taboo.
