The sun is quietly dipping behind the trees and shrubs that blur by us on the highway. The road twists and turns, a feeling of flighty restlessness in our bodies from the sitting and the conversation.

Outside we pass by stone farms in various states of disarray, blocks strewn in unassuming fields, roofs partially collapsed. Those that still stand stalwartly resist the inevitable dismantling of natures will stone by stone. There is a quiet mist floating low above the highway, and the small fiat cuts through it with precision, guiding us to our destination, a small town in the Périgord Noir.

The conversation centered around your dating experiences and my trists since we’ve been separated, both of us prying at kernels of truth with a tender hand, not fully sure if we are going to like what we uncover. But the energy is there under the surface, waiting to bubble up and through our bodies and into the world. We’ve only recently reunited. I can see a new relaxation playing across your lips, but with a drop in anxiety comes other desires - for each-other, and our bodies, that we’re aware of.

The truth is I’ve been craving your body since we got into the car. I know it intimately already, each curve and ridge, it’s secret places and pleasures. I can imagine it now, halfway focused on the road, and half of my mind wandering your body. I put a hand on your leg and let it sit heavy with emphasis. I want to feel the leg beneath the material of your floral print. I want to make a statement of possession, that my favorite toy has returned.

But I’m patient, and honestly a little unsure. How much can I take what I want - what I know you want? And how much do I need to be sensitive to our current, less stable situation?

I can see in your eyes a little glimpse of something, perhaps arousal, perhaps just happiness. The hand on your leg is having it’s desired effect. I know if I really wanted to make you wet all I would have to do is put that hand around your throat, but I’m prevented by our current distance, and the attention I have to give to the road.

The twilight dims and a blanket of black falls around us as we turn off the highway and onto smaller local roads. We’ll be on these rural roads for a while. Even though we’ve settled into an easy quiet now, the past few hours created a heightened state inside of me, the hair on my neck rising slightly at our talk about lovers and the clear rising tension between our bodies. I can just smell your hair slightly, and it’s reminding me of comfort and my desire for you.

My hand hasn’t moved in a long time except to slide it slightly under your dress, resting on the warm, soft pink skin of your upper thigh. I don’t dare move it more, again, not sure of our position or your acceptance, but it’s presence continues to pump a seeming electrical current between our skin. At this point my cock is growing in my pants, getting bigger and bigger just from my desire and a hand on your thigh.

The tension is unspoken, but I’m sure of your arousal now.

My cock straightens out and starts to push through the material of my pants, becoming almost too much for me to manage as I try to navigate the dark, winding roads. I know I must have some piece of you, even if it’s not your entire body, so I take your had and place it on the bunched up material of my pants, my protrusion creating a solid cord underneath that you immediately feel. I look at you, see a flicker of excitement and arousal in your eyes.”Good” I think. “She’s liking this”.

I imagine your pussy getting slick and wet, but I still am looking for surety that this is ok, that I haven’t overstepped. I’m grateful there are no streetlights out here, so I have no fear of anyone seeing us as I slide your hand underneath my waistband and feel the familiar soft warm feeling of your hand gently grip my pulsing, rock hard cock for the first time in months.

We drive like this for some time, your hand slowly rubbing up and down on my cock, me trying to focus on the road with my building arousal. Soon I can’t help but return the favor, I want to feel how wet you are and I’ve missed your little pussy, one that’s always so good to me, always gets dripping wet for me and makes you beg me for my cock. I slide my hands in your pants and immediately I can feel how damp they are. “Wow, somebody is wet” I say with a smirk. I knew you were liking this, but I didn’t know how much.

This is almost too much for me to handle and I feel like I have to be inside of you right now. The sensation is that of a biological need, like water or air. I feel like my cock must be inside your wetness, inside of that warm space, or I will surely perish.

The problem is, I know that if you had it your way, you'd wait until we got to the AirBnB, unpacked all our stuff, and got settled before we fucked. I can't abide by that. I need to fuck you. I'm dying in a desert and the water I need is sitting right next to me, rubbing my cock.

We take a turn down a small road, around 20 minutes from our destination. My mind starts to focus, to become like a tunnel, and I start looking for somewhere, anywhere to stop and pull off. There is no one around, and I feel like this is safe. But I say nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment with negotiations and discussions. I’m not sure if you can tell I’ve slowed down or not, I’m trying to play it cool. I think you’re preoccupied with playing with the car’s songs and our little game and not thinking about my driving.

Not long after I start looking I find a dark enclave of trees off to the side, and I hit the brakes, almost too hard, pulling us off into the dusty gravel on the side of the road. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to take you, here, now. It might not be a perfect spot, but I can’t wait any longer, and even though we haven’t seen each other in months, unless you safe word I’m going to take you in the way I want to take you. I’m going to use your body to satisfy this burning need I have to fuck your body raw, to completely use up every ounce of it until I cum deep inside of you.“Why are we stopping?” you say almost autonomically and taking your hands out of my pants. I don’t answer. “Get out of the car” I say calmly, but with force,, moving my hand to your delicate porcelain throat. “I’m going to fuck you right here”. You look at me, unsure if I’m serious but with a clear arousal rising inside of you.

I don’t wait for an answer. I unbuckle and get out of the car, round to your passenger side door, and with a swift, determined movement swing your door open. “Come on get out” I say with a bit more force, grabbing your neck again and pulling towards the open air. I can see the color rise in your cheeks in the cars small interior light. You collect yourself and get out into the purely black night.

Immediately when you’re out of the car I take you by your neck and shove you on your knees on the ground, knees into the damp leaves and rocks, head against the back of the car. I like this position and this spot. No streetlights, protection in most directions by the trees, and I can see anyone coming from both directions. You’re hidden behind the car so we have plausible deniability if anybody comes. But mostly I like it because it gives me full control of your face, which I’ve decided is the first hole I’m going to use.

I have your head in one hand, the other pulls down my waistband, springing my now rock hard cock free from my pants. “Open” I say, gripping your head by the back of the hair.

You reflexively open your mouth and stick out a little bit of tongue, just like you’ve been trained, even though not 3 minutes ago you were wondering when we’d get to our AirBnB.

I don’t wait for permission or for you to start sucking like some blowjob from some basic bitch, I immediately shove my entire length deep into your throat, pinning your face between my crotch and the back of the car while I hold your head still. “That’s a good girl” I croon, “Take all of my cock. I want to use all of your holes”.

I start to thrust slowly at first, with long, aggressive thrusts all the way to the hilt, warming up your throat to my intrusion, but soon I’m pushing back and forth with speed, not slowing down when I feel resistance. I can hear your little “mmmpphss” and moans as you relax into taking my cock in your mouth like you’ve been taught.

I stop and pull my dripping cock out of your mouth for a second, grab your throat in my hand, squeezing tightly and cutting off the blood supply to your brain, knowing it will send you into a frenzy, pushing you deeper into mindless slut mode. I push your head up against the door forcefully, squatting down and getting on your level, looking you in the eyes and check to see what I want there: you with an open mouth, vacant eyes, desiring, begging for my cock back in your throat. I can also see a little fear there, fear from not seeing me for months, not being totally 100% sure of what I’m capable of. That fear is a little thrilling, I’m enjoying scaring you and turning our on through that fear.

I shove back in, this time going as deep as possible, trying forcefully to break through the resistance that marks the opening of your throat. I feel my cock pop through the tight spot that marks the entrance of your throat and you cough and gag but it makes me even harder and more turned on, I want to use you so completely. I’m jackhammering in and out of your throat now, pushing as deeply as possible, you pinned against the car, coughing and choking but unable to pull back from the assault on your throat. I’m not just doing this out of lust, I know deep down, this is cathartic for both of us. I’m fucking out the feelings by using your throat that have been simmering and bubbling between us for months.

Eventually though the need to fill you up and use your pussy is too great, and I pull you up by your hair and spin your body around, lifting your dress in one quick motion and sliding a hand into your pussy. It’s dripping wet, the wettest I’ve felt in a long time. I know then that I can do whatever I want and you’re going to love it and I’m silently grateful that I get to fuck such a dirty slut that gets dripping wet when I fuck her face up against the side of a car.

“Good girl” is all I say. “Do you want my cock in your pussy?”

“Yes Daddy” you respond reflexively. “I need it, I need so badly”. I know you do, I felt it.

I take the finger out and grab my throbbing cock, it pointing straight to the sky, veins bulging by how turned on I am, still slick from your throat. I shove it deep inside of your begging pussy, as deep as possible. You gasp and let out a little moan.

“Thank you Daddy” you say. “Thank you for your cock” and I swear I can hear the eyes roll back in your head.

“God it feels amazing”.

I grab your throat and push you up against the side of the car, pushing as deep as possible, feeling the bottom of your pussy, the little restriction right at the end that stimulates my cock and feels amazing and let’s me know I’ve filled you up completely.

I thrust back and forth, your cute round ass bouncing up against each thrust, feeling my cock deep inside of you as you take the pounding. Soon a car turns up the road near ours, and I panic a little. I don’t want us to be seen. So I shove you off me, push you up against the car, and pull up my pants, leaning against the car with you. We look like two people stopped and having a smoke break. Little do they know.

Thankfully the car passes quickly and I grab your throat again, squeezing as tightly as possible, forcing the blood from your head and pushing you back against the car. I take your tight ass in my large hands and wasting no time in shoving my entire length back inside of your now soaking hole.

“That’s a good girl” I pet your head with one hand, feeling it’s sweat, a mixture of slight fear and the effort we’re both putting in.

“Your pussy is mine, your holes are mine”. I say this in truth, I know you’ve never been fucked like this, but I also say this in jealousy and frustration. I want to own your holes. I’m pounding with ferocity and the heat of the moment is incredible but it’s not enough. I want it dirtier, rougher. I want you to know who truly owns your body.

Suddenly I grab your waist and pull you away from the car, other hand on your throat. I try not to let go of your throat, it keeps you reminded that I own your body, I own your breath.

I push you towards the clearing between the trees, stepping over soft, damp leaves in the early fall weather. When we get far enough into the clearing to be out of sight of the road I push you down, in the middle of the dirt. Face down, ass up. I know the damp leaves are cold on your knees and face, the dirt is coloring your skin, but I don’t care. I want you to feel completely overwhelmed and owned, to be used in this dirty clearing by me, and I know you’re going to love it.

With your ass up to me I step over top of you, my strong body towering over your smaller form, and I take my cock and shove it back inside your continually dripping slit, thrusting in with definiteness. I push your face into the dirt and start to thrust with ferocity, feeling the way your body melts into mine. I fuck you roughly, without care about the dirt filling your nostrils and the leaves in your eyes, pounding away with purpose. Soon you can feel my sweat drip off my body onto your back and you feel your mind leaving your body completely. You’ve given yourself to me in every way, just a hole for me to fuck. Your mind is blank and all you can think about is how good my cock feels, and soon you're cumming all over my dick, shaking and quivering on me as I mercilessly fuck you into the damp ground.

"Thank you Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you for using me" you blubber into the ground, your mind blank in ecstasy and grateful for the pleasure I'm giving you. Hardly any time passes after the first orgasm subsides and you’re cumming again, your body betraying the knowledge you're helpless against the ground in the dark woods in the middle of nowhere. This orgasm doesn’t stop, and it just keeps going and your eyes are completely unfocused and blurry, your body a mess of extreme sensations. You’re screaming into the forest and the darkness that surrounds us. It’s primal, that scream, and I love it. I know now I’ve succeed, I own your holes and your body. Even in the moment I know this is special. Nobody will ever fuck you this good again.

When I feel my orgasm coming on I pull out and you recognize the immediate shift in my thrusting and whip your body around, wanting to be there for my orgasm, knowing I’ve made you feel so good and wanting to make sure I get my full pleasure too. You instinctively open your mouth and I moan with intensity and release a huge load of hot cum into your throat, and you gulp it down with desire and satisfaction.

I reach my hand down and pull you up off the ground while you straighten your dress and pull the leaves and twigs out of your hair. Breathless, in the car a few minutes later, and all we can do is stutter and stammer about how good the sex was. We both know we’ve captured something amazing together, we created perfection on this cool fall night.