Dessert
He rubbed between my legs. Even though I wanted this, I feared being caught. I grabbed his forearm, but he was too strong. I look up at him and tell him to stop.
"No," he breathed near my ear, "No. No."
I forgot what existed around us when he spoke. Wildly, I start to undo his pants, but his belt deterred me. I go back to rubbing his hard on through his jeans. He unzips his fly and helps me pull his dick out. All I can think of is how badly I want to make him cum. Our environment enters my thoughts again, but I push it out of my mind.
I didn't see him remove his belt. I was too focused on helping his cock out from his pants and into my mouth. Seated in my car in a public parking lot, I nervously glanced around real quick to make sure no one was walking towards us. The steering wheel forced me to crane my neck, but the reward proved worth it; I finally got his dick into my mouth.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me firmly away, just enough so that only my tongue could reach him. I pulled forward from his grip. I wanted to taste him and I wouldn't be stopped. I had fantasized about this since I first met him. I was so close. His grip- strong, but he relented and allowed me to enjoy him. Then, he grabbed a handful of my hair again. Soon, his belt looped around my neck and tightened against my throat.
As I leaned forward, my throat pressed more against the belt, restricting my breathing. It caused a dizziness that inebriated me quickly. My lips curled into a smile around his shaft. I stopped to give the parking lot my attention for a second; I then continued to pleasure him in broad daylight, the thought of getting caught never leaving my mind.
He came without warning, which made me choose between gasping for air or swallowing the load. I swallowed him first then sat up trying to catch my breath. A couple emerged from the nearby restaurant and quickly were next to us, getting into their vehicle. I couldn't be sure if the belt around my neck was visible, but he spoke with them so casually, I don't think they suspected a thing.
As they pulled away, we chuckled. I think I thanked him for lunch and dessert, but I'm not sure. I couldn't think real straight. Soon, we had to part ways for other obligations, but I sat in my car for several minutes, staring off with a huge smile slapped on my face. My pussy pulsed. I looked around again then slid my hand down into my jeans. I touch myself underneath my black panties.
The back of my hand slid along the smooth silk, its fingers found its target and I exhaled loudly. My other hand felt around my neck as if seeking out possible markings left from the belt. It then rubbed my cheek he had bitten beforehand. My cheek felt tender and touching it made me pulse again. My fingers came out soaked. While I looked at them, I decided to finish ... right there in the parking lot. I didn't care if someone saw.
