Desperation and Fornication

Part 3: The Sensations

Now this chapter is a personal favorite of mine. It's kinda hot, at least in my opinion, without doing too much that make us bored with the characters, you know? Well, that's just my opinion, you can formulate your own opinion if you'd like though, you're entitled to have your own thoughts and preferences, even if I, the narrator of the story, don't agree with your opinion.

John opened the door for Tracey, because, isn't that what he's supposed to do? It's like, courteous, or something. Anyways, when he opened to door, she just looked at him. There was something else on her mind. She grabbed him by the shirt and threw him in the car. She got in and straddled John, kissing his lips passionately. She moved her lips down to his neck, and pressed them there hard, and pulled on his neck with the suction of her lips. He rolled his eyes behind his head with pleasure, and it was then that he realized he was still in a public place.

"Take us to the nearest hotel." John was able to squeeze out, as Tracey was grabbing at his shaft which was only increasing in size.

"Alrighty then." The driver of the cab didn't look back; the sounds that the two made left little to the imagination, and he was not eager to see anything that night.

John grabbed Tracey's waist and moved his hands slowly upward. First he touched her hips, then he gently brushed his hands on the sides of her torso, making her wetter and wetter. He proceeded to skim his hands up to her back, grazed over her shoulders, then nuzzled her hair. 

"You know, you both should be wearing seat belts," The driver spoke with a tone that almost indicated fear in his voice, "I can get fined if you guys don't."

"We'll pay you double, as long as you don't pay us any mind." Tracey released her lips for just long enough to tell the driver what he needed to hear, and then went to go back to sucking on John's neck.

"We will?" Before she could suck on his neck again, John spoke. Tracey looked at him and bit her lip. He raised his eyebrow, aroused by her insinuation. She looked him in the eyes, and reached her hand inside his pants, tucking her hand past the seam of his underwear.

"Yeah, yeah we will! Just get us where we need to be." John agreed with her and then kissed Tracey again. She moved her face away after a few seconds, and got on her knees inside the car. It was a big car with a lot of legroom, so she used it to kneel down on. She pulled the excess of his belt back, moved the buckle out of the way, and ripped off his belt in one smooth motion. 

With caution thrown to the wind, she lowered his pants down, but kept his underwear on. His cock was throbbing with anticipation, but she didn't want him to have the satisfaction. She ran her tongue on his chest right above his crotch. Then she starting licking him, starting soft at first, but quickly getting more and more intense. Then, she looked up at him, and saw his face. There was pleasure displayed, but a definite struggle, like there needed to be more for him to truly feel good. So she moved his underwear down, and grabbed his dick with her full hand. She looked up at him, as if for validation.

"Look at me, fucking look at me." He looked at her, and she gently licked his tip. Only the tip. She let her saliva collect in her mouth and drooled all over his giant, veiny cock. Then, she looked at it and could keep herself from him no more. She wanted a cock in her mouth, she needed a cock in her mouth. That feeling of it sloshing around in the back of her throat made her legs shake just thinking about it, but seeing it in front of her, she needed it inside her, one way or another.

She stroked him several times, and then finally, went down on him. He used his hands to grab all of her hair and held it in his hand like a ponytail. She used her hands to stroke him when she needed to take a breath. But how it felt inside her mouth, holy shit. It was big and hard, and warm to her liking. Every time she felt herself choking on him she just felt more turned on. And the more turned on she was, the more her vagina needed to be stroked. But she wanted his dick in her mouth, because she needed to taste his cum. That was the best part. The silky texture of that white deliciousness that would cover her face and, hopefully, line the inside of her mouth. She loved being cummed on, it was one of her favorite parts of sex.