He was thrilled when she agreed to meet him. He sat anxiously at the bar waiting for her. She was young and beautiful-delicate as a tiny flower. He downed the rest of his drink. Where is she? He ordered another tequila. There was a tap on his shoulder. It was her! She had gotten the drop on him. "You look like you've had enough," she scolded. "Why don't we get out of here?" He was shocked and thrilled. She wasn't messing around. He downed his drink in one shot as she took him by the hand and led him to her car. She drove quickly to a secluded spot in a park and planted hot kisses on his face. In his semi-drunken stupor, he reclined in his car seat and simply let her do as she pleased. He looked around nervously in case they were being watched.

She ripped his dress shirt open and kissed and sucked his nipples. Working her way down, she took his limp cock into her mouth. As he grew hard, she worked the head with her lips and tongue. He moved to hold her head in place, but she pulled away. "Get in the back," she ordered. "Huh?" he whimpered. "You heard me!" she shouted. "Lie down in the back seat, or I won't fuck you." He clambered out the door, removed what was left of his clothing, and stretched out in the back seat, naked.

She retrieved a box from the trunk of her car. It was full of rope and collars. She secured his ankles-one tied to the car door handle and the other to the head rest on the driver's seat. She went around the car and bound his wrists over his head to the other door handle. He lay, hands and feet bound, fully nude. He loved it but was also nervous about being caught.

She again sucked his cock, which had grown soft due to his anxiety. He felt the autumn breeze blowing across his skin. It was incredible. She stopped sucking and stood beside the car. She wore a tiny mini skirt but no panties. Removing her jacket, she squeezed her breasts and climbed on his cock. As she rode him, he felt her butt plug. It pressed against his hard cock through her vaginal wall. It was so tight. He couldn't hold back. "Oh God! I'm cumming!" he yelled. She jumped off and watched his spoiled orgasm. His cock quivered but he didn't have an orgasm. She smiled down at him as she allowed his cock to become soft again. A car drove by on the street above. Would they stop? Would they see him?

She put on latex gloves and began stroking his cock. He grew hard as the breeze again caressed his bare skin. She stroked and stroked, hard and fast until he exploded. Yet, she didn't stop. "I want another one," she exclaimed. "I'm not stopping until I get another one. I know it's in there!" He screamed as she stroked his sensitive cock faster and harder. "Please...no, I can't do it." "Oh, I think you can," she laughed. She plunged two fingers into his ass, hitting his prostate. Faster and harder came the strokes on his cock. He screamed and shot a giant load onto his stomach as she laughed. She got up and placed her "toys" back in the trunk. She untied him, but left his limp, naked body in the back seat.

Before closing the door, she fed him his cum from her fingers. At last, she closed the door and drove through town, making sure to stop a little longer at intersections. He was her trophy, on display for all to see. She finally drove him back to his car, which was in the parking garage. Before she got out, she tossed the remains of his clothing into the back seat. He put on the ripped shirt and wrinkled trousers. His socks were nowhere to be found so he put his shoes on his bare feet. Standing by her car, looking deflated, but satisfied, he managed a slight grin. She grabbed his neck and pulled him toward her, planting a deep tongue kiss. She whispered in his ear, "You're mine." As she walked off, he heard her hit the remote to lock her car. She was gone.