This week's post is by guest writer, Flirtive Pervert. He enjoys making pancakes from scratch, long walks on the beach, and temporarily freeing bitches from confining kennels. He would never use a choke chain on dog, but he has a special one picked out for you. Follow him on Twitter @flirtivepervert.
One
problem with infidelity is finding an appropriate place to play.
T's
husband, “The Captain,” owns a Chevy Avalanche, which is a superior platform
for vehicular lovemaking. The expansive back seat allows for all manner of
positions, and the dry cleaning handle is perfectly situated for securing T's
hands. The back seats fold down and the entire bed is encased by a protective
top. With foam pads and blankets, “The Captain’s” Avalanche becomes the
ultimate carnal nest.
He
is out of town and his truck is unavailable, and unfortunately her slacker
brother occupies a bedroom in her house. We have to settle on her Cadillac CTS.
The expensive luxury sedan makes a suitable substitute to get our freak on.
It
is not the first, second or even third time we have fooled around in her car.
Four nights earlier she sucked me to a hat-trick worth of climaxes in fifteen
minutes. She wrapped her lips around the base of my member and her mouth and
tongue got me off with back-to-back-to-back money shots. No teasing, no edging,
no delay because I knew the perils of parking lot promiscuity.
Inhibitions,
insecurities and interruptions are an ever-present hazard when one is engaging
in impromptu public intercourse.
This
evening we are in an isolated commercial complex. After business hours, the
place is deserted. We had parked in a different section on a previous occasion
in the Avalanche. The illicit session of screwing was disrupted when a pair of
guys collecting scrap metal in a pickup caught us mid-coitus. They drove by
wide-eyed and slack-jawed as T rode me.
Tonight
we have chosen a location away from the main entrance. The back seat and dark
tint of the CTS's windows provide us with privacy. She's had a medley of
orgasms already, but I have been edging for close to an hour. Despite
throat-gagging fellatio, and intercourse in a variety of positions, I refuse to
come.
Confident
in the security of our location and having not ejaculated since our last tryst,
I have held out on spilling my seed. She's tried to make me climax, but I've
backed away from the edge every time.
I'm
holding out to give an epic facial.
She
leans back, legs splayed open while my face occupies a position between them. I
finger, lick and slurp while she pulls at the back of my head, her hips
bucking.
She
moans, “Uhh, uhh, uhhh, uhhhhh — a cop car just drove in the entrance.”
The
abrupt interruption does not faze me. “It's dark. That's a long way away, are
you sure it was a cop car?” My lips, face and fingers are covered in her
vaginal liquids. I'm in the zone and don't want to quit now.
“There
were lights on top and it said 'Metro' on the side of it.”
Whoops.
“It's
all right. The windows are tinted. Hard to see into the car in the dark.
Besides he might not even come by here.” My cool logic and continued
ministrations mollify her and she allows me to bring her to one more
head-clamping climax.
We
switch positions, I lay back against the door with my legs spread.
“I
don't know about this. What about that cop car?” she asks, hesitating. I hold
my stiffened penis by the base and point with maximum extension. The sight of
my swollen cock is too much and she takes it into her mouth and maneuvers
herself onto the seat next to me so I can finger her while she blows me. With
my left hand, I reach out and start teasing and fingering her ass. She moans
around me as I grab her head with my right. Holding her hair by the extempore
topknot formed with a hair tie, I moan with delight as she gags on my penis. I
can feel the come welling up as I prepare to deliver that epic facial.
That's
when I see them.
It
is dark, the Cadillac's windows are tinted and the figures are a good distance
away. Still, I know immediately what I am seeing. I volunteer in animal rescue
and walk and train dogs almost every day. It's how I met T.
Two
Metro K-9 officers in green jumpsuits are walking toward the car. One is
holding a long leash while a German Shepherd patrols, sniffing. I know how keen
the large ears are at sensing even the faintest of sounds. It is impossible to
sneak up on them because of their keen sense of hearing. Every year at the
Orleans casino they hold demonstration trials for working dogs. I've seen the
shepherds track the paths that their quarry have taken and find dropped items
with their keen noses. They've been bred and trained to detect the presence of
humans through scent and sound. And now this canine human detector is walking
toward our car.
She
feels me stiffen and knows instinctively that it's not because I’m going to
come. She removes my dick from her mouth and says, “What?”
I
put my finger up to my lips and hold my breath as I watch the police officers
approach. Heart thumping in my chest, my mind races as I try to think of what
we are going to say when the dog alerts on the vehicle and the officers come
over to investigate.
Oh,
the adulterous shame.
I
mentally practice the speech I will make when they drag us out of the Cadillac.
Please officer, my wife cannot find
out!
Miraculously,
the dog pays no attention to us, and the cops walk by without noticing our back
seat bacchanalia.
T
moves out from between my legs and starts putting her pants back on.
“Wait
a minute,” I say. “What about me? I haven't come yet.”
“That
sounds like a personal problem. You had plenty of chances.”
I
use my rock-hard penis as bait to attract her mouth again but the near run-in
with the law has killed any chance of T continuing.
“Please?
They've already gone by.”
“No
way. We need to get out of here, stat.”
I
exit the Cadillac and get back into my own vehicle. Before she can drive away,
I take a picture of my engorged penis and send her a text, “C'mon babe. We
can meet at the other spot. You are so hawt!”
“headed
home,” comes
her curt reply.
“plz,
No one will be around,” I beg.
She
responds with a picture of her own. In it, she's licking her fingers. I inhale
the musky smell of her womanhood still clinging to my hands and beard.
The smell makes my swollen penis
ache.
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