My neighbour promised I could borrow his car if i fucked him

Title: My Naughty Afternoon with the Neighbour

I had always found my neighbour Steve hot, with his chiseled jawline and a body that looked handcrafted by the gods themselves. We had gotten pretty friendly over the last few months, and one evening over drinks, he made me a proposition I simply couldn’t refuse.

“Hey there, beauty,” he said, leaning in close with a devilish grin. “If you fuck me, I’ll let you borrow my brand new Ferrari any time you like.”

My heart nearly skipped a beat. The car was absolutely gorgeous, sleek and red like a polished apple. To imagine my legs wrapped around that steering wheel, wind whipping through my hair as I sped down the open road – it was too tempting to pass up.

“Deal,” I purred, biting my lower lip seductively. “When do you want to do this?”

“Right now, if you’re up for it,” Steve growled, his hand settling on my thigh beneath the table. The air between us was electric with sexual tension. No one else was around, so we made our way out to the parking lot, Steve leading me to his car.

He pushed me up against the side of his shiny new Ferrari, his mouth claiming mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned against his lips, already feeling myself getting wet with anticipation. Steve’s hands roamed my body, groping and squeezing through my thin summer dress.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, nipping at my neck. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

I knew I should have felt guilty, but I was too focused on the throbbing ache between my legs to care about anything else. Steve hiked up my dress, exposing my round ass and lacy panties to the cool evening air. He gave my cheeks a firm slap before hooking his fingers into the flimsy fabric.

“I’m going to take you right here,” he said, tugging my panties down around my ankles. “I want everyone to see what a naughty slut you are.”

The thought made me tremble with desire. I turned and braced my hands against the car door, arching my back to present my ass to him. Steve pressed himself close, his erection straining against his jeans.

“Beg for my cock,” he commanded, grinding his hips against my barely covered pussy.

“Please,” I whimpered pathetically. “I need you inside me. Fuck me with your big, hard cock.”

He chuckled darkly, enjoying my desperation. With one swift motion, he unfastened his pants and pulled out his girthy flesh, stroking it a few times before positioning it at my entrance. Then he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in my tight, wet heat.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my fingers scrabbling against the smooth exterior of the car for purchase. Steve set a brutal pace, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes that shook my entire body. Pain and pleasure intertwined until I couldn’t tell them apart.

“That’s it, take it,” Steve grunted, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. “Such a good little cocksleeve, so eager to be used. I’m going to ruin your tight little cunt.”

His filthy words spurred me on, my pussy clenching greedily around his invading cock. I knew anyone could come by and see me being fucked senseless, my dress rucked up around my waist and my tits bouncing freely from my bra. The thought made me even wetter, drenching Steve’s cock in my arousal.

He reached around to rub at my clit, working me towards climax. I bit my lip hard to stifle my moans, not wanting to draw attention, but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. The coil of tension in my core wound tighter and tighter before finally snapping as my orgasm crested over me.

“Oh god, yes!” I mewled, nearly buckling from the force of my release. Steve continued to fuck me through it, drawing it out until I was a quivering mess.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he warned, his hips stuttering erratically. “Tell me where you want it, slut.”

“Inside,” I gasped, still coming down from my high. “Fill me with your thick, hot cum. Breed my pussy dry.”

With a hoarse shout, he slammed into me one final time before pulsing out his release. I could feel his cock throbbing as he pumped me full, flooding my womb with his seed. He stayed buried inside me until the last drop was spent before pulling out, his spent dick glistening with my slick.

I straightened up, adjusting my dress and underwear with shaky hands. My legs felt like jelly, barely able to hold me up. Steve tucked himself away with a satisfied smile before holding out the keys to his Ferrari to me.

“As promised,” he said with a wink. “Use it well, beautiful.”

I took them with trembling fingers, a giddy grin spreading across my face. I had boldly done something I never would have imagined myself capable of – fucking my neighbour in a parking lot just for the chance to drive his flashy car. And I had absolutely loved every moment of it.

Looking back on that afternoon now, I still feel a rush of excitement whenever I recall the filthy, risky encounter. It set us on a new path, one of many times we would hook up whenever I needed to ‘borrow’ the car. Steve quickly became my go-to guy for a quick, taboo tryst and an incredibly fast ride.

Of course, my libido wasn’t the only thing affected. That sleek, powerful Ferrari became the biggest turn-on aside from Steve himself. I always kept a special outfit in the glove compartment in case I decided to pull over somewhere secluded. Nothing gets a girl riled up like the rush of the open road combined with the promise of earth-shattering sex.

So if you’re ever in the neighbourhood and spot a curvy blonde tearing down the highway in a bright red car, you can bet she’s on her way to a forbidden rendezvous. And who knows? If you play your cards right, I might just let you join in on the fun. After all, a girl’s always eager to make a new friend…or two.