Forbidden Detour

It was a given you'd come over to my table just as I finally gave up waiting and started gathering my things. I'd sat there for what seemed an eternity, watching the entrance, perched on my stool and keeping the requisite posture needed so my tits are out on full display, just how He likes. The silky purple fabric of the wrap dress gathers in my deep valley of cleavage, and the skirt's front slit over my crossed legs shows off smooth bare upper thigh skin and a hint of garters holding up black stockings. It figures that you're about His height, but you are a bigger build; God, you're even dressed like Him in a dark suit and tie over a crisp white shirt. Thesimilarities end there; you're not Him, and you'll have to do.

Gulping the last of my drink that I nursed to last this whole agonizing hour, slamming the glass down, I turn and look up into your eyes, grab your tie to pull you outside, saying nothing, heels clacking and stomping angrily across the lot to the silver Mercedes parked under oak and redwood trees. Pulling you around, I give a push to your hard chest so you're sitting back on the hood; quickly my hips and body are nestled inside your spread hard thighs and my mouth attacks yours. Not skipping a beat, a warm hand grabs and squeezes my ass cheek firmly, the other snakes through my long red hair to gather it in a fist, tilting my head and mouth up to continue devouring each other.

In minutes I'm unbuttoning and untucking the white shirt; teeth and mouth exploring your neck and ears. It was easy for you to figure out that one pull of the dress's built-in belt bow unwraps me like a present, confirming your hand's guess that there's no panties to contend with(Never with a dress is His rule.) But you appreciate my tits encased and lifted in a sheer striped black bra and coordinating garter belt. WTF do I wear these things?

The night air cools on my skin and pussy, both of which glisten with moisture; anticipating a man's fingers inside gets me wet every time, and this is no exception. Soft, quick pants fill the air from my mouth as I'm rubbing the hardness still contained in the suit. You stop my exploration to turn me around, pulling the sleeves inside out as my body is fully exposed to anyone watching, and toss the dress on the car hood next to you; experienced fingers easily unhook the bra, pushing it off my shoulders to fall onto the pavement.

My body is roughly pulled back against you, hard cock poking my back; one hand supports my throat and chin, the other extends its fingers and hooks just inside my pussy, pressing up into a swollen clit, and I'm pulled up against you. I cry out, "Yes! Fill me up!"

Your deep voice rumbles in my ear, as you oblige and start finger fucking with three, sloshing in my wet, asking, "This is what you needed, didn't you? Showing it off in there, crossing and uncrossing those sexy legs, you were wet just waiting for him, weren't you?"

"Yes!" I hiss out, "I was so ready and wet for Him, yes!" I grip your thighs to press down into the hand inside me, squeezing and clenching around it.

Too soon, they're gone and I feel empty, but now they're at my crack and butt hole, rubbing and lightly pressing a single thick finger into the star. You demand answers,"Seems like something is missing, where is it? Cause I'm positive you wear one for him."

I'm turned to face you, your wet fingers persist, reaching behind to keep teasing. Before you ask again, I answer, "My purse, in the side zip." As you pick it up, locate the pocket and pull it out, I keep explaining for some reason, "He likes me to show it to Him first at the table, then go in the bathroom and insert it, after I must send a photo to Him as proof." My voice trembles slightly at the end, as I recall how I ended up here and now, getting fingered, and soon to be fucking, a stranger. A substitute Him.

You hold it up, gleaming silver in the large overhead parking lot lights, big and bulbuous, and containing a jewel that's the same royal purple color as the discarded dress. My mouth opens to say more when you shove it in between my lips, which automatically start to suck, pacifying myself from my anger and frustration of this evening. You stand and move us 180 degrees, so I'm now splayed back across the hood, tell me to spread and hold my legs and feet up on the car. Quickly you unzip, releasing a hard cock pointing right at my pussy; my mouth keeps rhythmically sucking the plug.

Pushing your hands against my knees, the tip and shaft press against my wet slit as you lean over, and use your hard lips to suck and bite each nipple; I'm pushing up into you, feeling the hot hardness drag through me and over my swollen clit, again and again. The plug impedes my speech only a little when I start begging for a fucking. Quickly you stand upright but keep rubbing the leaking cock through my wet folds; eyes focused on our joining.

Holding out your hand, you bark, "Give it! I want to see this ass filled." Immediately, I spit it out, handing it over, feeling my ass clench in anticipation of being full. It's quickly stretched by the widest part of the plug, when you wait several seconds, pulling it out a bit more, then firmly push it in until the hole pops around the narrows, holding it in place.

Without preamble, that steely cock thrusts into me hard and deep, stopped only when the balls hit plug; I scream out,"Fuck! So fucking full!" You're inside me, stretching me with a girth matching His, but not quite as deep. Each thrust bounces my tits, and I focus on squeezing my pussy walls around you, making it tight. My hand reaches to rub my clit, and closing my eyes, I soon make myself cum, thinking about Him while it's you rutting into me.

You're quite pleased with yourself and my cum, but pull out, telling me "Time to finish this." I get yanked up to standing, then bent over, plugged ass facing you, balancing on one arm and my heels. You continue talking, "Just like he would've finished you, isn't that right? Fucking you here, that was always the plan, wasn't it? Not even a hotel room? Just on top of a car in a parking lot?"

My pussy gushes thinking about last time with Him, parked over by the dumpster that time; I clench and groan at the memory. Yes, you've correctly guessed this was always where I was gonna be, naked and getting fucked in public, full ass on display, body jiggling as it gets rammed and used.

I stuff my own fist in my mouth to quiet me as the second cum hits my body, making it twist and spasm; you pull out, groaning as you cover my ass and back with your cum load. Remaining, face down, hearing only my breath, until a zipper and shuffling; I'm startled when my hair is yanked, pulling my face up to the phone in your hand, unlocking the screen unwittingly. It's abruptly released, and my head falls to rest my cheek on the cool metal hood; another click and a flash temporarily blinds me, then the phone set to rest on top of the cum covered curve of my back and ass.

"Send him that proof and see if he dicks you around again. Good luck sexy and thank you."