Rogue Suite
Tamara's encounter with Terry develops after short encounter on the ferry where he saw her for what she was.
The road was now very dark, although there was some light from a full moon above, I slowed down looking for the turning, until an opening in trees on the side of the road emerged in dark. My car crawled down the slope into the car park, it was hard packed gravel, with puddles of rain water, looking creepy and deserted. I pulled over, and turned off my engine and lights and waited. I wound down my window to listen, and as I became used to the dark, I noticed there were some faint lights by the water's edge, and I realised they must belong to some fishermen, who I was sure were concentrating on their rods, more than a car drawing into the car park. I was hoping I would be focusing on another rod of my own soon. It was quiet, occasionally I heard the sound of birds moving on the river, and sometimes I could hear distant voices coming from where the lights were.
I wasn't sure how long the ferryman would be, but I grew bolder in the darkness and quiet. I gently opened the door, taking care not to let the light come on, and slipped down from the seat. My heels scraped on rough stones, but I was getting better at walking quietly in them, despite their ridiculous height. I leant up against the car and felt in my bag for my cigarettes and lighter. When dressed I concentrate on making feminine movements, I delicately drew a cigarette from the packet with my finger tips and put it between my painted lips, thinking what else might be between them later. I clicked the lighter, and for a moment I realised my face would be illuminated by its light. I inhaled deeply, then carefully stowed things back in my bag, feeling for where the flavoured condoms were kept. I put my bag over my shoulder and moved a few feet away from my car, knowing that being in 'fuck me heels' heels and a tight skirt would offer my prospective lover a feline curvy shape to look at as he entered the car park. In the quiet, I could hear an engine making its way along the road towards me. It sounded like a motorbike, and sure enough it soon turned down the track to the carpark, its headlight picking me out and throwing a silhouette of me onto the wall of a ruined building behind me.
The engine stopped and started ticking as it cooled down, as it had obviously been ridden fast to get here, and the rider might have been hoping to catch another ride, possibly something even hotter. He took his helmet off, and my eyes tried to discern the rough features of Terry's face, he threw his leg over his bike, striding slowly towards me, unbuttoning his leather jacket. I had one hand on the car, in the other I held my cigarette, he stood in front of me.
"You are looking fucking hot" he said. In that moment I felt part powerful and part vulnerable.
I flicked the cigarette end out of my hand and it arced over his shoulder. I stood upright as he stepped forward and swung an arm around me in a bear like grip pulling me urgently towards him. His other hand came up behind my neck and he pulled my mouth to his, his tongue snaked in to my mouth to find mine. The other hand then found its way under my short skirt, cupping my arse cheek, while his finger reached to find the butt plug nestling in my pussy. We passionately pushed up against each other until we had to break to breathe. He ran his fingers around the rim of the plug, teasing the sensitive rim of my cunt, driving me wild. I pushed myself against him again, and feeling his bulging erection, and I knew that I wanted him hard and big with desire for me more than anything right now. I squeezed my hand down between our bodies to rub his cock through his leathers.
All the time we kissed and writhed against each other, desperate to feel the heat of flesh on flesh. He pulled back and released the top of his leather trousers, so I could finally put my hands on his shaft. My wife often teased me about my slight physique and small hands, but Terry wasn't complaining as I wrapped my fingers around his manhood, and felt the girth of his heavy cock. It was a good size, bigger than my boy clit, but not huge, just right I thought. It pulsed as I gripped it, he started to push it in and out of my grip. His pace stared to quicken, but I did not want him to rush. I pulled away to get a better look at it, in the dim light, and as Leant down, I could just make out the veins standing out on it and the big swollen helmet on top of the thick slightly curved shaft.
"In the car" I said, opening the back door and pushing him back, his leathers had worked their way down his thighs as he half shuffled, half fell across the back seat, his butt resting on the edge as he lay back with his cock standing proud. I pounced on it with my lips wrapping themselves around the head like a true street slut. I snaked my tongue around the edge of the tip, just like my wife does, occasionally sliding around the precum covered top, pausing to run the tip of my tongue across the narrow opening. He moaned slightly, which was what I wanted, I needed him to be unable to contain himself.
One more flick across the tip and then I thrust my virgin mouth as far down the shaft as I could manage. Gagging slightly, I backed up for air, determined to take it all in. The taste of his salty shaft drove me on, dribbling all over it. I plunged down again; this time I felt him entirely fill my mouth and hit the back of my throat, as my lips closed on the base of his beautiful pole. Again and again, I went down on him, until he started to groan and I could feel his hips rising to meet me. Now I had him just where I wanted him. I pulled back and let my mouth and tongue circle his swollen head, again he pulsed, so I finally eased off. I crawled forward, momentarily nestling his cock between my large silicone tits, then kissed him so he could taste his precum on me.
"I want you in my pussy, now" I said pulling him out of the car and slipping aside my lacy panties, and taking his place on the back seat. The thought of condoms had slipped from my mind, I wanted his sperm in my hole. I was like a bitch on heat, I lifted my long legs so my long spikey heels pointed towards the sky, offering him the best view of my arse. I reached down and provocatively played with the butt plug, slowly pulling it part way out before finally taking it out completely. My hole gaped shamelessly at him. I saw him, cock in hand, move towards my pussy. For a moment his cockhead probed at the entrance of my hole, stretching me. Although I was a dildo riding queen at home, Terry's would be the first real cock to take me properly, At first my tight butt resisted but as he pushed a little harder, lubricated by my spit, and his precum, and lube from my butt plug, my virgin arsehole finally yielded and he sunk his swollen cock halfway into me. He paused, it was sore for a moment, but as my cunt walls stretched to accommodate him, my lust for his manhood built more and more, and now I really just wanted to be completely and energetically screwed by him.
"Fuck me, take this dirty bitch. Fill my cunt". His cock partially withdrew, before pushing back, deeper.
"All the way you randy bastard", I growled, no longer caring about anything but being completely filled with his manhood. The next thrust did just that, making a woman out of me. Then he almost fully withdrew again before slamming into me, his balls slapping against my arse, while my sweet clitty slapped on my stomach.
"FUCK ME" I screamed. He slowly pistoned in and out of me, I wanted more, but then he pulled out and dragged me from the car, standing me up briefly, before bending me over, so I had my hands holding on to the top of the car. He slammed into me again from behind, his hands holding on to my hips, then groping my tits, pounding me relentlessly. He pulled out of me again, he forcefully dragged me over to a bench near the car, where he lay on his back. Grabbing me by the hips he pulled me over his face, taking my clit in his mouth, my macho lover suddenly became my cock sucking faggot boyfriend. I steadied myself, putting my hands down on the bench above his head, I couldn't help starting to fuck his mouth. I was close to cumming now, my arse was still twitching from its pounding. Terry suddenly popped some of his fingers into my well fucked and sensitive arsehole, pushing me over the edge. I groaned and all of a sudden I exploded, and my jets of cum filled his mouth while I shuddered to orgasm. This big hunk of a man had just given me an amazing fuck then a quick blow job, my legs felt weak, and I had to sit back, with on his chest either leg astride of him lying on the bench to recover.
Terry hadn't cum, and I desperately wanted his cream in me, to mark me as his slut property. I shuffled back down his body until I could feel the tip of his manhood between my arse cheeks. I reached back to guide his head into my hole, before very slowly sinking down onto him, I was still very tight, so I took it slowly until I could ride him cowgirl style. Resting for a moment, I leant forward and French kissed his now cum filled mouth again, tasting my own juices, before sitting upright, and letting them drip down my chin. I was enjoying his hardness throbbing in my ass, I clenched my butt cheeks, gripping then releasing him. I started to ride him more purposefully, rolling my hips to feel his shaft move around inside me, then going up until just his head was inside me, before sinking triumphantly down on my prize. He started to rise as I came down on him now, slowly at first, but soon Terry became a bucking bronco to my Cowgirl. His thrusts became more desperate and harder, his climax was coming, I raked his nipples with my red talon nails fingernails.
"Come on Darling, give it to me. I want it your load inside me you randy sod, make me your slut, screw tranny arse please!". My dirty talk pushed Terry over the edge as he grunted and with a mighty heave, started filling my cunt with his sperm. His body arched upwards as he shuddered, and I could feel his wad filling me, its warmth flooding my arse. I clenched my butt muscles onto his still hard shaft, greedily wanting every last drop. A surge of animal lust suddenly overtook me as I realised I was now a fully owned slut, and then it came, another earth shattering orgasm, welling up inside me. I whimpered and groaned, throwing my head back. I struggled for breath, gasping. My whole body shuddered in an all consuming climax. Each time I thought it had passed, another wave would come over me, still impaled on Terry's cock, until it finally subsided. Then I felt a sense of feminine pride as I had fulfilled my fantasy of driving a man to desire me, to need to be fully inside me, until he was completely consumed by lust for my body. I had milked him of his sperm, drained his balls, and although I was now enslaved to him, I think I also now had him firmly locked in my clutches too.
After a little while my legs finally stopped trembling enough for me to stand up, I gently let Terry's cock pop out of my spunky hole. I found a tissue in the car and wiped myself, before rescuing my panties from a bush where they had been thrown at some point. Putting them on, I went back over to the bench, bent over and lovingly licked Terry's shaft clean as he slowly recovered. I went to the car and got a mirror from my bag, my lipstick was smeared over my face, I had wiped some of my own cum off my face, but it was still in my hair and eyelashes. They says looks don't deceive, well I looked like I had been well and truly fucked like a whore, so maybe there is something in the saying after all.
My new lover had stood up and was doing up his flies, I went over to him to kiss him. His big hands pulled me close to him again, and I felt one of them move under my skirt, and suddenly I felt my cold metal butt plug pushed securely back inside my well stretched arse.
"Keep it warm for me Sweetie". His hand moved momentarily to my clitty, rolling it in his hand, and immediately it started to swell under his touch, and I could feel sissy lust starting to build again. He whispered in my ear
"Save that for next time you dirty whore". He leant down and kissed me hard on the lips, our tongues made love with each other again, until he pulled away. He got out a pen and a scrap of paper. He wrote his number on it.
"Call me, when you need me again, because you will". With that he threw his leg over his bike and started the engine. He pulled his helmet on and rode off with a wave and briefly looking back, knowing I was hooked, and I knew I would call.
I had to put a towel on the driver's seat in my wife's car, to absorb Terry's juices which slowly were dribbling out of me, despite the plug, otherwise that would be hard to explain when she got back. It was past midnight when I got home, I parked my wife's car on the drive and swung my legs out onto the ground to walk back into the house. Boi pussy still oozing cream, as my heels clicked and clacked as I walked to the door. I wondered if Suzy's heels were doing the same going back to the hotel. Had she been flirting with men on her night out with the girls. I never quite knew what they got up to when they went away, but there was always a lot of giggling and quietened conversations when they got back afterwards. I was soon to find out.