Janet McCoy - Wife on the loose

Her sole priority at the moment was the aching need down in her hungry little cunt. She didn't know how it could happen. She had to be getting home.

But she wanted it to happen. She wanted to feel this blond man's cock in her pussy!

They headed for the back part of the parking lot, where Heather had parked her car when she arrived at work, before the lunch-hour. Now the lot was full of cars. It was dark where Heather's car was. It took her a while to find it.

"Mmmmm, nice and dark back here."

Brad cupped her face in his hands and lowered his mouth onto hers. His tongue searched her mouth hungrily, demanding she respond to him.

"Uuhhh, mmmmmm!" Far from fighting him, Heather was easy prey for his tantalizing passion. She lay her purse and coat on the hood of the car and abandoned herself to his kiss.

Just a few minutes more, she thought. Just one more kiss.

She might have kept her resolve if Brad hadn't pulled up her skirt and slipped a hand in between her thigh.

"Ooooohhh… oooohh, Brad!" Her voice was a low, urgent croon. It fired the seeds of the man's lust. He had to fuck this beautiful redhead!

"Uuuuhhh!" she cried when his hand found her panties and worked its way inside. "Aaaaiieeee!" His fingertips on her clitoris had the effect of an electrical charge. Her whole body trembled with seething, naked desire.

"Do you want it, baby? Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered.

Without thinking of the consequences, or of where they were, her answer came out an urgent "Yes!". Her lips worked hungrily against his as she felt him tear away the flimsy threads of her panties. She was vaguely aware of him throwing them onto the pavement, torn and useless.

The more immediate impression was the cool, titillating rush of air on her wet pussy. It wag delicious! She was going to get it! She was going to be stuffed with hard cock! Her cunt flared open in anticipation.

While one hand held the woman close to him, the other pulled down the fly of Brad's trousers and released the hard shaft of his cock. It pulsed with its own hungry anticipation. It was eager for the wet, rubbery clasp of hot pussy!

In the distance the couple could hear the voices of people walking to or from parked cars. But they ignored them. Fear of discovery was the least of their concerns at the moment. His cock and her cunt were drawn inexorably toward one another, like the opposite poles of a magnet.

He shoved his cock in between her thighs and pushed her back slightly against her car door. Then, when his cock-tip had found the yielding hole of her pussy, he shaved roughly forward.

"Ooooohhh! Oohhh, God!" She bit her shoulder to keep from crying too loud. The last thing she wanted was some misguided fool rushing to her rescue, thinking she was being murdered. But the feelings were so intense, the throbbing girth of his cock so titillating, that it was impossible for her to remain completely silent. She moaned softly as her hands clutched compulsively at his shoulders, his back, his butt muscles through his light clothes.

The angle of penetration was a little difficult, so Heather spread her legs wide to give him easier access to her greedy pussy. She felt totally wanton, totally whorish, to be fucking a near-stranger in a restaurant parking lot like this. But the mere awareness of her own debauchery made her feel even more salaciously aroused. She liked indulging her needs like this. She loved pleasure. She hated being frustrated and horny!

"Oh Godddd, do it to meee!" she grunted lewdly.

To tease the woman a little, Brad suddenly stopped the rhythmic stroking motions of his hard prick. It was hard for him to do. The clasping warmth of her eager cunt caressed his cock like a velvet glove. The sensations were out of this world. But he wanted to hold out for the added thrill of hearing her beg for it.

"Oh, what are you doing!?" Her voice sounded anxious. Her eyes had been closed in lustful abandon, but now she opened them wide and stared desperately at the grinning man. "What are you doing to me? Why did you stop?"

"I want to hear you beg for it, baby!" he said through clenched teeth. He was fighting the urgent call of his own desire. His cask was begging to bury itself back up inside her clinging hole.

Heather wrestled with her conscience for a moment. Was she going to go that far? Was she going to beg a stranger to fuck her? Wouldn't that be the final betrayal of her unsuspecting husband?

Stronger than all these appeals to her morality was the hot, cavernous need in her cunt. It was no longer a question of what was good for her husband. It was time she started looking after herself. And now that she had gone this far, now that she had sampled the titillating appeal of his hard cock, she could not go back, even if she wanted to. Which she did not!

She wanted cock. His cock. Now.

"Oh, yesssss, Brad darling! Anything! Please, I want you to fuck me some more! Do it… please do it!!"

The woman's desperate appeal was exactly what the man had been waiting for. His cock swelled another inch as he contemplated the hungry desire of this beautiful sexy woman. Her cunt wanted him. He could feel the muscles around her pussy-hole nibbling at his cock-head. He could deny her and himself no longer.

He sent his cock deep up into her spasming cunt. The yielding ripples of her pussy-flesh caressed his cock with liquid, waves of erotic inspiration. He wanted her even more than before. Her cunt felt even more delicious. His cock was even more eager to fill her quivering belly full of his thick white cum.

"Jee-zuz, Heather, you've got the sweetest little twat! Shit, woman, you're something else! I've never met a woman who was as hot for it as you are! Your old man must be falling down on the job!"

Earlier in the evening, Heather might have been offended by that last remark. Now she was oblivious to it. Her whole being, all her attention, was concentrated right in the pit of her cunt. In the place where her sense centers were sending out pleasure-darts through all her quaking being. She had never known such excitement could exist.

The excitement of being totally perverted. Of fucking a stranger in a dark parking lot, leaning back against her own car.

Her bare butt pound against the cool metal of the car door. The sensation helped increase her arousal. She rubbed her as purposely harder backward, before grinding her pelvis up each time, to swallow the hard rubbery shaft of his cock.

"Shit, that's the way, baby! Squirm that little ass of yours!" Brad had never met a woman like the pretty restaurant hostess. She was acting like she had never been fucked before in her life. But he suspected the truth was that she was this way every time she got screwed.

She just plain loved to fuck!

That was the kind of woman he liked. One who was willing to get it on with him, with few preliminaries, in unusual places – with no questions asked and no plans made. It excited him fucking this beauty senseless standing up in a parking lot, while her husband was waiting at home for her. Maybe thinking she had had a flat tire somewhere along the way.

When all she really had was a hot twat!

He reached down and clutched Heather's ass-cheeks. His fingers massaged the firm, wriggling mounds while his cock fucked rhythmically up into her pussy. He loved the way she was working at it, like he was. No passive fuck, this lady. She put her heart and soul into what she was doing.

Her saucy ass muscles were fucking him as much as he was fucking her.

"Oh, Christ, that feels good," she grunted, teeth clenched. "Shit, I wanted you so bad, Brad! Your cock feels so good in me!"

Her obscene words goaded the man on. He would have liked to keep on fucking her for hours and hours, to try it every which way, until she was too tired to move. But he realized the sooner or later, if they kept on like this, they would be discovered. After all, they were outside, only a few yards away from a busy thoroughfare. He began to ream her hard and deep, with the intention of bringing them both to climax.