Doing A Carol 18
Dear Diary.
With two loads already swallowed, I was about to take on my third and lucky load. The one that I’ve been waiting for, yearning for and soon, gagging for. And that was Michael’s.
Still on my knees before him as though I’m about to worship a revealing deity, I licked my natural flavoured glossy cum covered lips as he undid his jeans and rolled them to the floor.
With his jeans now resting upon his trainers, his impressive cock could be seen pressed against the tight material, even under the canopy of street lights.
I smiled as I reached out and lightly stroked the pulsating outline of his bulging underwear, running my shaking fingers up and down my wrapped present.
As the haze of the car headlights, mixed in with the moon’s soft rays beaming down on us, I could see a glistening damp patch of magic juice growing as a drop of pre cum oozed through the white cotton material of his underpants. There was no option, no choice but to lean in and gently kiss it.
Michael breathed heavily.
Mmm. Tasty. And naughty. Oh so naughty.
Leaning back to admire the view, I could see that my wet lips had left a mark on his pants. My mark of ownership and my seal of approval.
Wow. Was I really doing this? Am I about to relish Michael’s cum and in front of a perving audience, who, I’m guessing, may want to fuck me senseless as well?
I gazed up to Michael, my powerful master of mischievous and he smiled back as he grasped my head with his strong hands.
Am I’m living up to Michael’s slutty demands? Is this what he wants from me, his posh totty that he can call on anytime when he’s horny?
Am I’m now just a sex vessel to him, his toy, his personal Barbie doll that he can dress up, play with and share with his friends?
And for that matter, if I am such of a slut now in his eyes, does he think that I’d have sex with any man he presented before me? Probably.
Though I do have some self respect when to comes to choosing my men. But do I? I didn’t have any choices with my two previous conquests tonight, did I? And nor did i choose those guys at the pub the previous night.
Oh what have I become. Have I become that easy? Will Michael still respect me as a friend, even with all of this sex malarkey between us?
I’m sure he will and away, when you look at it, it’s only sex, isn’t? It’s not as if it’s love or anything intimate like that. It’s simply animal on animal, skin on skin and a basic act of fulfilling each other’s carnal needs.
Nothing more. Nothing less. Just sex.
But what would Jerry say if he saw me now? Would he be disgusted, angry and want a divorce?
I’m so confused. Should I be participating in such dirty acts with strangers? Or even with friends? Will this affect my friendship with Sara, my marriage to Jerry or damage my reputation?
So many mixed emotions buzzed in my head. Question after question. Cock after cock. Cum after cum.
My attention came back to Michael as my heart pounded so hard, that I thought my ears would explode.
I went in and licked his moist material with the tip of my tongue.
‘Yeah slut,’ he said as he winked to the watching guys. ‘Let’s see if the slut is really thirsty.’
With that remark, I pulled down his underpants to reveal his 7 inch cock to the gasp of the watching men.
Michael’s cock hovered close to my face, swaying back and forth in a hypnotic motion.
Wow. I’ve never seen anything so big like that before. Could I fit it in my mouth? Well there’s only one way to find out, wasn’t there?
I reached out and held it my my hand as I licked a drop of pre cum from the tip. The sweet juice slid over my tongue as I licked his cut, mushroom helmet.
I could hear Michael groan above me as a flash of light from my side startled me.
‘Keep going,’ Michael commanded as the flashes continued.
Not wanting to disappoint, I ran my lips up and down his veiny shaft, licking each inch of him as I explored and munched my way on my personal expedition.
‘Mmm,’ I muttered as I reached the top again, but this time I opened my mouth and led his cock to safety in my warm and wet mouth.
I slowly pumped up and down, as far as I could go. My mouth was aching but I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop.
I could feel him twitch under my command. Now it was my turn to be in control, though that didn’t last long.
Michael pulled back.
I was disappointed but relieved as my mouth was starting to go numb.
‘Stand up,’ he ordered.
I did what I was told.
‘Now take off your skirt and blouse.’
I removed my clothing, leaving me defenceless in that sheer crotchless bodystocking.
Our audience murmured in delight as I stood there, almost naked.
Another flash.
I don’t think I’ve felt so exposed and so alive before. It was marvellous. Empowering.
Michael then took my hand and led me to the front of the car, where he picked me up and gently placed me on the bonnet.
‘Are you OK?’ He asked.
‘Yes,’ I replied as he kissed me, deep and hard on the lips. I then felt a hand touch one of my breasts. It wasn’t Michael.
Flash. Another picture for the Internet.
Michael looked up at me, grinned, opened my legs and kissed my stomach, then slowly inched down towards my pussy.
A tingle went up my spine as his tongue expertly circled his target, my vagina, then quickly flick my clitoris, making me wetter for his big finish, or his big entry!
As his partner in crime, I leant back and spread my legs further, offering him to plunder my womanhood with his throbbing rod.
Michael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up. I looked down past my sweat covered body to see him teasing me by rubbing his wet helmet around the lips of my swollen vagina.
‘Argh,’ I gasped in delight. My head flopped back, dizzy from the attention. Not just from him, but with our adoring audience too.
This is it, I thought. My dream was soon to be fulfilled, as well as my pussy.
‘Yeah slut,’ Michael’s gruff voice echoed around the car park as he carefully slid in to me.
I can’t remember if it was pain or pleasure, but I let out a sharp yelp as his thick tool entered me, devouring my woman cave and stretching the walls of my vagina with every pump to facilitate the boldness of his exploring shaft.
‘Fuck yeah,’ a man said from one side of the car.
‘Go on. Give her one,’ another man said, peering over his phone which was directed at us.
The older man stood back and watched in awe as the rhythmic sound of our bodies started to slap together in harmony.
My legs clung on to Michael’s waist for dear life as another set of hands groped my breasts.
‘Fuck,’ I moaned as one of the guy’s came in for a close up shot of the action. ‘Harder! Harder!’ I cried.
The man flashed away as now the older man moved in closer to get a better look.
‘Yeah,’ Michael groaned as he pumped faster and faster. My grip on him became intense. I didn’t want to let him go. He was mine for the moment and I didn’t care who was watching.
I was in that moment, the moment of pure joy and ecstasy. I’ve never felt like this before, not even with Jerry. He could never make me quiver or shudder in our love making like Michael did.
Yes, Jerry did make me cum, rarely, but it was meerly your one star standard achievement, not a gold star or an award winning performance as such. More like a supporting actor, or even more like a walk on artist with limited dialogue.
Now Michael was different. He had that quintessential star quality, a persona who pervaded an air of confidence, which made women want to be with him and men want to be him.
I let out another yelp as Michael hit that special spot. Same as when a dog flicks his legs when tickled. I didn’t flick mine. I bucked and writhed under his expert fucking.
‘Fucking hell,’ I heard from one guy as his warm spurt of juice splashed across my bouncing tits.
‘Urgh. I’m gonna cum,’ Michael grunted as he thrusted quicker and quicker. His energy was on fire like a rampant teenager.
‘Oh fuck,’ I screamed. I couldn’t keep control of my body as his hot juices exploded in me, shooting out in force from his cock and seeding me with his delicious cum.
Michael continued pumping until he had nothing more to give. His sweaty body hung over me for a few heavenly moments until he finally pulled out of me.
Flash, flash, flash!
I laid there on the car, exhausted and emotionally drained.
Flash, Flash, flash!
More pictures were taken of me, now of my swollen pussy with Michael’s cum pouring out of me.
The photographer, not just satisfied with his pictures, leant in and wiped his finger down my sodden vagina and licked it.
Sensing that it was OK to do that, he then bent down and licked Michael’s cum from my pussy.
Another flash, but it wasn’t from him. It was from Michael.
‘Did you have a good time?’ Michael asked as the photographer man hastily went back to his car.
‘Oh yes,’ I sighed, trying to get my breath back as I laid on the bonnet of the car, almost stuck to it from the sweat and cum.
‘That’s a good girl.’ Michael kissed me on the lips, then handed me some tissues to clean up with.
‘Thanks for that,’ one of the men said as he waved goodbye. The older man must have gone as I couldn’t see him. And Van Man had disappeared too. So it was just Michael and I left in the car park.
‘Let’s get you home as you need to rest.’
I smiled as Michael led me back to the car. I sat on the car seat and took a deep breath.
‘Here,’ Michael handed me a blanket from the back seat. ‘Use this to cover yourself up until I get you home.’
‘Thank you.’
I wrapped the blanket around my damp and throbbing body and instantly fell asleep in the safety of Michael’s protective presence.
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