Superficial Damage

As a woman, I'm sick and tired of all this talk of "woman drivers". I believe I'm a perfectly decent driver, and I pride myself in taking care and staying safe.

On the other hand, that begs the question: What the hell happened last Thursday night? I have no idea.

That's not entirely true. I have an idea. Sex happened. That's what.

I was driving home through the city late at night, I was bored, and my thoughts turned to sex. They say men think about sex every seven seconds. I don't know how they handle that -- but they must be able to switch off again immediately, or they'd never get anything done. Because once I start thinking about sex I seem to get stuck in that mode. And that's what happened last Thursday night.

It had been a long day at work -- meeting after boring meeting, and I'd hardly been able to concentrate. Towards the end of the last one my head was already full of kinky fantasies. And when I got in my car to drive home, I was wet and horny -- and couldn't wait to get home.

It was dark as I drove through the neon lit city centre. Boy, it would be nice to be home. I'd get into bed with a good book (you know the kind), maybe play with my favourite pink vibrator (which was sitting in my purse on the passenger seat), and finally -- finally release the lustful tension pent up inside my body.

Maybe I drove a bit too fast, maybe I wasn't thinking clearly. For whatever reason, I didn't see the black sports car turning onto the street in front of me, before it was too late.

I braked immediately, my tires squealing as they slid across the asphalt. And I tried frantically to turn away -- but it was no use.

With a loud crash my car smashed into the side of the black sports car. Both vehicles came to an abrupt halt -- and as the crash and the small tinkling noises died out, we just sat there. Out of breath, I looked around and felt myself, making sure I was okay -- which I apparently was.

My side door was ripped open.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

The driver of the black sports car stood outside, fuming with rage. He was a stocky man with reddish stubble -- and similar stubble for hair, and his face was red with anger.

"You should be kept off the streets!" he sputtered.

"I... I'm sorry," I said.

"Sorry's not good enough," he said.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car. I stumbled out, unsteadily.

"Look at that," he said, indicating the damage too his car.

I'd hit him rather hard -- but I was surprised to see that the damage was relatively superficial: Some indentations, some paint scratches. It should be relatively easy to repair.

"Look," I said, "I'm sorry. But of course I'll pay. I have insurance. I'll give you..."

"Insurance," he scoffed, shaking my arm.

It hurt quite a bit, but I didn't want to protest.

"Do you know how long that will take?" he went on. "And you don't expect me to drive around... like that, do you?"

"But..." I felt my voice breaking, tears welling up in my eyes, "what do you want?"

"You got money?" he asked.

I hardly ever carry cash with me.

"A little," I said. "But I can go to the nearest ATM and get more."

He let go of me -- then reached into my car and took my purse.

"ATM," he said sarcastically, going through my purse. "What have we here?"

He pulled out a few bills, counted them and stuffed them into his pocket. As he reached deeper into my purse, he froze.

"What the hell?" he said quietly.

Slowly, he pulled my pink vibrator out and brandished it in my face.

"What's this?" he asked. "Not only are you a lousy driver -- you're also a goddman pervert."

I could hardly look at him -- it was too embarrassing. First the accident, now this. I just wanted to run far away and hide -- but I was afraid to go anywhere.

He was silent for a few seconds.

"Right," he finally said, his voice deep and determined. "Take off your clothes."

"What?" I gasped.

We were in the middle of the city. The pavements were deserted, and so were most of the buildings around us -- almost all of them offices. But still -- we were standing in the middle of the street.

"You heard me, baby," he said. "Strip for me."

There was no way out. I just knew.

I unbuttoned my blouse, then pulled it off -- and then my skirt. The evening breeze felt cool on my skin. Next, I unhooked my bra and threw it on the ground. Finally, I slipped out of my black satin panties and stood before him naked except for my high-heeled shoes.

He smiled fiendishly.

"Lie down on the hood of my car," he said. "On your back."

Slowly, I did as I was told, feeling the heat of the engine through the metal. He handed me the vibrator.

"Play with your pussy," he said.

I stared at him, quietly shaking my head. We were out in the open -- in public, for God's sake. What was he thinking.

"Do it," he insisted, raising his voice.

I didn't like the look of him. Big and burly, with that stubbly beard and hair, making him look rough and unkempt. No, it was no use. I just had to obey.

I licked the fingers of my right hand and with a sigh I slid them towards my clit. I had been wet in the car, and I still was. My pussy lips were swollen, and as I gently caressed them, it was as if they wanted to suck my fingers inside.

Closing my eyes, I began stroking myself, my fingers circling my clit. I felt the cool breeze on my pussy, smelt the smells of the big city, and listened to the sounds of distant cars and trains. I was masturbating in the middle of the street -- and to be honest, it felt pretty good. Juices flowed from my slit, wetting my fingers.

"Now -- use that thing," he demanded.

He meant my vibrator, of course. I still held it in my left hand. This was getting weirder by the second. Masturbating in public was pretty wild -- but for some reason I felt that using the vibrator was an even more personal thing -- something I only did behind closed doors all alone -- or once in a while with a particularly imaginative boyfriend.

I fumbled hesitantly with the pink rubber toy. Eventually, I managed switched in on and heard the familiar buzzing noise.

I only meant to graze the hood of my clit with the vibrator. But either my hands were unsteady, or my clit was sensitive as hell. Whatever it was, a shock went through my body, as I felt the rubber buzzing madly against my love button.

"Oh!" I cried, throwing my head back.

That didn't put me off. On the contrary. Now I wanted more.

I sat upright on the hood of the car, watching intently as I moved the tip of the toy slowly around my clit. Shivers of excitement ran through my body, giving me goosebumps in the cool night air. My juices flowed down my thighs, glistening on the car's metal. I breathed heavily, my mouth wide open.

"Mmm," a deep voice said. "Yeah. Like that. Keep going."

I looked op. The driver had zipped down his pants and pulled out his erect cock. It was long and thick, with a swelling, bluish head. As he watched me, he masturbated, making it grow and stiffen. I heard myself whimpering with pleasure and felt my naked legs shaking uncontrollably. The driver smiled fiendishly. Still stroking his cock, he looked up at the buildings around us.

"And look," he said. "They're all watching."

I, too, looked up. Lights were on in several windows, and I could distinctly make out silhouettes in many of them -- men, women, couples -- all looking down at us. Were they getting excited now? Were they masturbating, too?

I held my breath as I guided the tip of the vibrator in between my dripping wet labia. Feeling it buzzing inside my cunt made me moan with lust. Slowly, I moved it back and forth, my slippery pussy muscles clenching the vibrating rubber toy. I was about to come.

"Oh, God," I sobbed. "Oh, God."

The driver stared at me, lustfully. Clear fluid leaked from the tip of his cock and trickled down the shaft, wetting his stroking fingers.

Once again, I lay down on the hood of the car, then used both hands to bury the entire length of the vibrator inside my pussy. Closing my eyes, I felt it purring away at the insides of my flesh, finally bringing me to orgasm.

"Aaah!" I cried, arching my back as my juices gushed around the rubber toy. "Aaah!"

My cries echoed between the buildings in the cool night air, as the climax ripped through every fibre of my body, almost making me faint with pleasure. Gradually it subsided. I lay flat on my backing, breathing deeply, savouring the afterglow.

"Yeah," the gruff voice said.

I felt his strong hands pulling the vibrator out of my pussy. As I looked up, he was spreading my legs apart and guiding his hard, swollen cock towards my slippery hole. Still dizzy from my orgasm, I put my hands on his hips and tried to push him away.

"No..." I gasped.

"Shut up!" he replied, easily brushing my hands away.

I felt the bulbous head of his cock pushing hard against my labia. There was no stopping him now -- he was stronger than me, and horny as hell.

My flesh yielded to his cock, and I felt my cunt muscles stretching around his girth as he entered. Inch by inch his massive tool forced its way into my tender crevice.

He grabbed my upper arms and held me down.

"Look at me," he ordered.

His face had been red with anger, now it was just as red with lust. He was sweating. In the glare of the street lights, droplets of sweat glistened in the stubble on his head and his chin.

I gasped involuntarily, as he began thrusting. Just the sensation of being filled with such a huge cock was incredible. But feeling it moving inside me was almost incomprehensible. In a hard, steady rhythm he thrust in and out, in and out, pressing his rough, veiny shaft back and forth against the succulent walls of my pussy.

Over and over cock plunged into my flesh, his sweat dripping from his face on to my naked breasts. I spread my legs as wide as I could, letting him enter deeper -- deeper. Again my fingers found my clit, and I masturbated vigorously as he kept fucking and fucking.

"Yeah," he grunted. "Play with your sweet little pussy. Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!"

Tears of joy began to flow from my eyes. Again I looked up at the buildings around me. This time I imagined I could see a man masturbating as he watched. And in another window a couple fucking, watching us. It was as if the whole city was in heat.

I felt another climax approaching. Besides myself with lust, I believe I heard my own voice mumbling wild obscenities, urging the driver to use me, abuse me and do whatever he liked with me.

I cried out loud with pleasure, as I came again, even harder than before.

"Aaah! Aaah!"

I threw myself about on the hood of the car, but he held me down, still thrusting his swollen cock into my orgasming pussy. I wanted him to stop -- to take a break -- but he jus forced my thighs apart with both hands and kept fucking me.

"No..." I gasped. "Please..."

He grunted like an animal, almost drooling with lust. His fat tool plunged in and out of my tender slit, making wet, slippery sounds.

He picked up my vibrator, still slippery with my juices. His eyes gleaming madly, he forced the rubber tool deep into my anus and switched it on.

"No!" I cried. "Aaah!"

The sensation was unbearable. The vibrator buzzing inside my ass, while his big, fat cock kept hammering away at my ravaged pussy. I had already come twice -- and I was going to come again.

And he could feel it. I saw it in his eyes.

"Yeah?" he said. "You like that?"

"You bastard," I gasped. "Mmm..."

A few more thrusts, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Another orgasm exploded inside me, making me throw myself about on the metal hood.

"Ohhh. Ohhh..."

I thought it would never stop. Dazed and trembling, I felt the driver's cock swelling inside me, ready to ejaculate. Frantically, he pulled out.

He stood between my legs, masturabating. I switched off the vibrator, and pulled it out of my ass. Then I looked him deep in the eyes, letting him watch as I buried three fingers inside my pussy.

And then he came.

"Yeah!" he yelled. "Fuck yeah."

His hairy balls contracted and hardened, as he clenched his cock in his fist. The bluish head swelled -- and finally, the first, long white spurt of semen burst out. Hot and sticky, it landed on my belly. His fat, veiny cock jerked and twitched in his hand, as jet after jet of spunk shot from it's tip, spraying my breasts and my face.

Grunting, he kept masturbating, until the last, thick drops of semen oozed from his cock, dripping onto the black asphalt.

His cock remained erect. And once more he buried it inside my pussy.

"Oh!" I gasped.

Breathing hard, he began thrusting. Faster this time, as if he knew his time was almost up. His big hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard in time with his rhythm.

"Play with your pussy again," he panted.

His cock was still hard. I couldn't believe it. Fat and swollen, it hammered into my tender flesh again and again. Whimpering, I masturbated, my abundant juices flowing over my fingers. If he kept going a little longer, I could make myself come again.

"Aaah!" he yelled. "I'm gonna come again! Open your mouth!"

His cock slipped out of my pussy and he stumbled to the side of the car, offering his cock to my mouth. It was red and sore, dripping with my juices. I opened my mouth wide and closed my lips around his massive cock.

The sensation made him come immediately.

"Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!"

He ejaculated into my mouth with just as much force as before. I swallowed again and again, as the huge, jerking cock shot long, hot jets of spunk into my throat. It was impossible to drink down all of it -- I felt some of it dribbling hot and slimy down my chin.

And as I tasted the salty, animal flavour of his semen, I masturbated myself to one more orgasm.

"Mmm!" I purred, my mouth still filled with his squirting cock. "Mmm!"

I didn't come quite as hard this time. Not so much an explosion, more like a wave of sensual pleasure washing over me, leaving me writhing lasciviously on the hood of the car.

The driver's orgasm subsided and he pulled his cock from my mouth. I just lay there, licking up the last drops of semen.

He zipped up and just stood there looking at me.

"Grab your clothes," he said.

I climbed down off the hood and picked my clothes up off the ground.

"You're coming with me," he added.

I stared at him, incredulously.

"You think I'm done with you?" he asked. "No way. Get in."

He opened his car door. I began pulling my panties on.

"No," he said. "No clothes. Get in there -- naked."

Obediently, I got into his car and sat there in the nude.

He got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Where... where are we going?" I asked as we drove off.

He smiled.

"Where do you think?" he said. "Back to my place, of course."

He accelerated, driving the car through the empty city streets.

Naked, I leant back in my seat, trying my best to relax.