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slut-solutions: There were missing pieces in our puzzle, but we got the picture anyway. It wasn’t the prettiest picture, me slung over the side of his car my ass in the air. I was drunk, but then again I was always drunk. It gave me a reason to keep doing this, to keep letting him completely and utterly use me. No one had ever dared to use me that way, especially not in public. My pussy was slick with a new wetness, one that only he could initiate. “Take my cock. Take it!” his voice was nuanced with pleasure and sadism and I read between the lines, feeling the swell of emotion beneath them. This man was in love with me and if I admitted it to myself, I loved him too. It’s just that love wasn’t on the menu for either of us so we had ducked out into a back alley where no one could see how hot we burned for one another. My throat was open for him and I showed him what a slut I was as he used me hard and fast. I could feel his cock as he pushed down my throat until I was sure he had hit my stomach. I loved to show off for him, to get him addicted to the things I was good at. I knew that I could suck a cock like no other woman, even if I wasn’t good at love or relationships. That was my most redeeming quality, and it went a lot further with men than most people would think. It went a long way with him, and he went a long way down my throat until I should have choked a million times. I never choked. I’d obliterated my gag reflex years ago. I wasn’t a young slut anymore, but he didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with me and it amazed me to think that there was a person out there who actually believed I was a decent person. It gave me new hope, new life, and the biggest crush I’d had since my last breakup. It made me want to show him everything I could do for his dick. “God you suck cock so good!” he moaned, gripping my head between his hands like a vice. He face-fucked the shit out of me, and I could feel the wetness between my legs increase. My own juices dripped down the insides of my legs as he pounded my face. His balls were smacking my chin and I could tell by his breathing that he was close. That was when he suddenly stopped, ripping his dick from my mouth quickly. “Hey! I was sucking that!” I cried, my voice breathy from the blowjob. “I know, but I was about to cum and you haven’t cum yet.” “That’s okay. I like making you cum,” I tried to explain that making him cum was my new mission in life. He had no idea how I fantasized about him holding me down and cumming all over my face. It wasn’t about my pleasure, it was about his. I wanted him to know this, but we never seemed to talk. We never had actual conversations, just bits and pieces of them. The pieces never fit together right, but we forced them anyway, greedy to take a piece of each other even if it ruined the big picture. “Get up here and bend over behind my car. Yeah. Like that. Jesus, your ass is perfect,” he praised me and I could feel the joy of being appreciated seep into my brain like a sweet liqueur. I scrambled to obey him and I prayed for his cock to make me cum, just like it always did. “You are fucking sexy,” he leaned in and grabbed me by the neck. He squeezed and I could feel my pussy juices squirt a bit and run down my legs. “So are you,” I whispered. He had no idea what he was doing to me with his strong arms and his perfect cock. I was so fucking sprung. It was disgusting. I hated that he had me like this, my legs spread, my pussy open for him. I knew I was in trouble as his cock entered me and I instantly felt the beginnings of an orgasm. He was barely moving inside of me when I came. He gripped me by the shoulders, holding me in place. “Are you cumming already, you little slut? Are you cumming for me?” His voice was husky and intense. “Yes!” I screamed. “You cum so easily,” he said with wonder. “You make me cum like this,” I tried to explain. I wonder if he could feel the fire burning within me. I wonder if he knew how he made me explode from within with just a touch. I wonder if he knew, if he knows. If he did, he didn’t give me any indication. Instead, he pressed my face into the trunk of the car and grabbed my ass with his other hand. He began to pound the shit out of my pussy, right there in the alley where anyone could have walked by. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Oh, SHIT! Ohhhhhh SHIT!” I couldn’t stop screaming obscenities as his cock brought me to another climax. My legs were shaking and I could barely hold myself up. I clung to his car for dear life, hoping I didn’t slide down the side into a sick, little heap of slut. He began to laugh as I came again, and then again. “You can’t stop cumming on my dick, you SLUT!” I loved the way he called me a slut. He knew me. He knew what I was. He still loved me. He loved that I was a slut. Could it be too good to be true? Could a man really love me and know me completely at the same time? I couldn’t risk it. I was too big of a mess. My pussy was sloppy and swollen, the pain and bruising of his fuck already setting in before he had finished. “FUUUUUUCK!” I screamed again. I sounded lost and out of control. The pieces of me were spilling everywhere, all over him. I could feel the loss of control in the way I was flopping about on his hood like a fish out of water. I was drowning in the oxygen, in my orgasms, drowning in these feelings he’d pieced together from nothing. I didn’t know what to do and so I let go and let my body lead me. I screamed so loudly that the sound hurt my own ears. “Should I stop, slut? Should I stop?” he screamed, but he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. I tried to say something, to form a fucking conscious word in the English language, but all that came out was incomprehensible gibberish. “You don’t want me to stop!” he answered for me, and he was right. I didn’t want him to stop. “Nononononono!” I screamed, my voice shaking along with my body as I continued to cum my ass off. “Should I cum up inside of your pussy? Give you a creampie the way you like?” he taunted me. “FUCK!” was all I could scream. I wanted to tell him everything, how I wanted him so much, how I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to tell him that his body felt perfect and his kisses tasted like candy. I wanted to tell him I had feelings for him, but there was no time. I didn’t have enough conscious thought to actually form the words that were caught in my throat. He had fucked my throat so hard and so deep that he had pushed all of my words deep down into my heart. “I’m cumming in your fucking pussy!” he screamed and he let out a primal growl that reminded me that human beings are merely animals. We were caught up in our instincts. I felt the instinct to love him as the perfect pleasure of our bodies coming back to rest filled me. “That was amazing,” he told me as he pulled his cock from me. He helped me up and pulled me to him, holding me close in a tight embrace. “Yeah. Amazing,” I agreed, clinging to him. I could feel his heart thumping in his chest and it made me yearn for him, for something more. I hadn’t wanted someone so much in so long. I savored the feelings of desire, playing with them in my head, edging myself. I wouldn’t let myself fall in love, but I would let myself play with the idea. I imagined that he was someone I could love, that I didn’t have to be lonely anymore. “You’re shaking,” he said, and he stroked my hair so lovingly that I almost let myself believe. “You made me cum really hard.” “Yeah. I love that my cock does that to you.” “So do I.” Suddenly, I felt sick, like I was going to throw up. “You still drunk?” he asked me. “Want me to help you into the car?” “Yeah,” I nodded and I loved him even more as he lovingly tucked me into the passenger seat and buckled me in. “I’ll get you home now,” he assured me. He was so fucking nice. I didn’t deserve him. He got in the car and placed his hand on mine. I felt him squeeze my hand lovingly. It was almost a perfect picture. Almost. There were just a few missing pieces, most of them lost somewhere between my legs. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, and I probably never would be. Guys like this deserved better than me but I yearned for the perfect picture. I yearned for something my instincts craved. I yearned for love. -- source link