This is Lolita on Drugs [part 2]

[ PART 1 ]

My seat is soaking wet from the numerous orgasms my body’s gifted me with and the car is permeated with the sweet stench of freshly produced cunt juice and D.’s thick cum is lazily making its way out of my warm pussy, past my soft thighs and down my silky, shaven legs. I couldn’t be happier except for the fact that I am still as horny as a Vegas slut and begging him for more.

We are on our way home are; making our way up the ramp down to the highway and I am still begging him to fuck me. As his familiar hand works its’ magic on my swollen coochie I kiss his neck, lick his ear and suck his lips all the while pleading, pressuring him to take me, to do with my body whatever he wishes, whatever his heart desires. He says nothing and as the alcohol takes a sudden turn for my brain, I get frustrated and angry. I accuse him of not wanting to tear up my cunt, why can’t he park the fucking car and fuck me ‘til I pass out from ecstasy. Why? He says nothing, just looks at me with his wide, perverted eyes and a sly grin at the corner of his full mouth. He suddenly grabs me by the hair and I instinctively jump back. But as usual, the Karatéka in him sees it coming even before my mind can process my body’s reaction. I am powerless as he forces me towards him and my head down between his firm thighs. My mouth stretches to conform to his erect girth and I begin to dive up and down his thick shaft and for once, I am too turned on to protest being manhandled this way- like a fuck toy.

For the next 45 minutes, I proceed to lick, suck, swallow and fuck his dick with my mouth and mischievously tease him with my suddenly insatiable lust. And by the moans and groans that escape his lips, I know I am doing something very, very right. As other drivers start to get closer to our car and knowingly peer in to watch my feat, I feel D. struggling to maintain our car on the open lane while trying to look as natural as possible; then doing his best not to panic as he unsuccessfully tries to peel off my face and talk me off of his dick when we pass by a State Trooper’s parked car. As soon as we exit the highway and enter our town’s rotary, the liquor’s tantalizing hold overpowers me. I am sleepy and suddenly, very tired yet my pussy’s still burning to be rimmed and torn apart some more; I slip in and out of consciousness begging to be fucked then quietly falling asleep.

I barely notice that we are home and the car’s parked. I hold on to his neck as D. picks me up, carries me past the lawn, up the steps and into our home. My eyes are closed and I fell nothing but a cool breeze flying fast past my messy air as he throws me onto the plush mattress, between the soft sateen sheets. The light is still off and in the still of the night; I hear the metallic clink of his belt coming undone, the ruffle of his shirt joining his jeans on the soft carpet. I taste his desire as his lips devour mine and proceed to kiss and trail my scent from my clit, up my navel, between my tits, on my erect nipples and between the valleys of my neck. I hold my breath as he spreads my legs wide and penetrates me without restrain. I lay back and give myself fully, into the pleasures I begged to receive and looked so forward to. Then darkness takes over and I slowly slip away content and free…

I wake up dazed and confused. I try to free myself from the mound of decorative pillows, sheets and orgasm towels keeping me prisoner in my own bed. But sensing my frantic escape maneuvers in his sleep, D. lifts me up to his chest, his eyes still closed, and a familiar, content grin spreading across his lips and asks the question I’ve always dreaded yet knew I might have to answer someday:
“Baby, Who Is Lolita Vida?”