This is Part II. You may enjoy it more if you read Part I first!

It all turned me on so much. I was being properly fucked. Properly used like the little fuckdoll I am. His hard cock ramming into me. And all with the breeze blowing past my legs and my bare ass. Add to the mix the thrill of getting caught. Anyone could pull over at any moment. Fuck. I am a slut. And in that moment, I was proving it to anyone who noticed whilst driving by.

“I wish I could close the back door so everyone could see what a good slut you are”

Hearing him say that made my pussy tingle. I wanted that too. “Do it!”

“What?”

“Do it. Close the back door”

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck. Fuck yes. Please daddy. Show the world how you make me your slut.”

And with that, he closed the door and I was even more exposed to the drivers. I was only thinking with my pussy in that moment. Hadn’t bothered to think of all the trouble we could get into. The whole situation was driving me insane.

He pulled out and told me to get on the ground. I quickly obeyed his command. I laid myself down on the grass and he quickly entered me.

There I was. With my back on the grass and his cock sliding in and out of me while I looked up at the night sky. Seeing the stars while being railed on the grass was so romantic. I felt like I was one with the earth. My thoughts were interrupted by another set of headlights and the romance was quickly mixed back in with the pure lust that was going on. This had been the first car to drive by since we had moved entirely out of the car. And it excited me so. After a fair amount of pumping, I decided I wanted to ride him again.

We moved back into the car. I quickly slid right onto his cock and got to work. I could feel my orgasm building. Fuck. It was all coming together so nicely. I had been needing this and I was finally going to get that orgasm. In my car. On the side of the highway. With the passenger side doors open and the breeze flowing in. I was on the brink. I was about to cum. When he finally said “fuck. I’m about to cum if you keep riding me like that.” The words every girl wants to hear. The confirmation that I was indeed doing such a good job in that moment that he was about cum. His words sent me over the edge and I started cumming. I shook. I let out a loud guttural moan. I shoved his face into my tits. I felt myself tightening around his cock. Almost as if my pussy wanted him to cum right then in there. I slowed down as I came off that high, still moving slowly. Never stopping fully. I looked into his eyes and he once again said “I’m about to cum”.

I quickly got off him and got on my knees on the grass outside. He stepped out whilst still jerking his hard cock. I was going to suck him off until he shot his load and my mouth for me to swallow. But before his cock made it into my mouth, he started shooting ropes. The first shot over my shoulder. An unfortunate waste of warm cum. The second across my face. The third shot out forcefully around my mouth with only a few drops making it into my mouth. The rest dripping off my face and onto my tits. But by the fourth rope, I had secured his cock in my mouth and he pumped what remained of his load into my mouth as he held my head and slowly rocked, facefucking me. A new pair of cars drove by, seemingly slowly. I was convinced they were getting an eyeful and knew exactly what was going on. As his cock slowly stopped twitching and spurting cum, he left my mouth. I opened wide so he could see what a mess he had made and then I swallowed it. It wasn’t the biggest load of his I had swallowed. But then again, half of it had ended up on my tits, my face, and the grass nearby. I held his cock in my hand as it slowly deflated. I looked up at him smiling. “I really needed that. Thank you.”

“No. Thank YOU for being such a good little personal slut for me.”

And with that, we scurried back into the back seat, got clothed, wiped the cum off of me, and got back on the road.

My pussy had been satisfied and his balls had been emptied. All in a day’s work.

Not entirely sure how we had been lucky enough to not get into any trouble. I kind of beat myself up about risking it like that. But ultimately, I was satisfied and no harm came of it. So it all worked out.

Later on in the night, when we got home, I texted my parents to let them know we had made it home safely. My dad thought it was weird just how long our drive had ended up being. “Oh. I mean, we stopped for gas and food and stuff”

“Still. That’s a long drive. That boy is slow”.

I just laughed it off. Little did he know “that boy” had taken very good care of me on the side of the highway.