It's been months and months at this point, but I still can't stop thinking about the moment I got off harder than I ever have before..

I had asked my..'friend' if we could get together and smoke, hang out for a little while. As soon as I got into his car he already had a blunt rolled, and was putting it between my lips and lighting it before I even had the chance to say hi to him. It had been so long since we last saw each other, and apparently we both had been missing it because we were all over each other, kissing in between hits, until he passed it back to me and leaned over me, pushing me back against the seat at the same time he reclined it back further.

My head was already feeling good when he started whispering in my ear that I better not let his blunt go out as he starts leaving kisses down the side of my neck, slowly, until he gets to the middle of my breasts and then kisses back up the other side. Grabbing the straps of my tiny little tank top and sliding them down my shoulders, and then further, making my tits pop out, exposed fully to him. I hear him in my ear again, whispering as his hand is sliding down my neck and squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, 'did this slutty little body miss me? How much is that tight pussy going to be crying for me?' I tried to tell him 'probably not at all' but my body betrayed me when I felt his lips making their way down again, this time to wrap his tongue around my nipple, kissing and biting me, dragging quiet, little moans from me. Moans that got much louder as he left marks along his way, over my tits and back up the side of my neck, as his hand crept lower towards the waistband of my sweat pants. Teasing me as he only slid his hand over my panties and between my legs. Touching me, but not nearly close enough. He had his mouth back to my ear, whispering nasty things like how I'm such a little cum slut for him, and how he knows how badly a desperate little bitch like me needs a big dick inside of them...his hand moving back up my body, and wrapping around my throat. Laughing in my ear as he tightens his grip, telling me 'I barely have to touch you to make you squirm for me, you're such a little whore that I could feel how soaked your panties already are'. As he wrapped his hand even harder all I could think about was how right he was.

How pathetic I would have looked if someone just so happened to see us. Leaned back in his passenger seat, my tits completely on display, my needy little pussy pretty much humping the air begging to feel fucking anything. Strangled, cut off moans coming from my mouth just from the few sensations I was feeling. Right before everything really started to go fuzzy on the edges, he let go. I was trying to beg him to let me suck his big dick, because it didn't even matter where, I just needed to feel it inside of me anyway I could. Instead, as soon as I got up on my knees, and bent over a little, barely even able to just run my hand over his thick, hard cock, he was grabbing me by my hair. Yanking my head back up so I was looking into his eyes as he tells me 'it's too bad you're such a bad girl making me wait to see you for so fucking long' and then grabbing my waist and pushing me so I fell back into the seat, my back facing him now. Repositioning his hand in my hair and pushing my head into the seat, grabbing my sweatpants and yanking them down my thighs. Smack, after smack across my ass, subconsciously spreading my legs a little more everytime I felt that sting, knowing that he noticed too when he starts mocking me for exactly that. His hand moving from my hair and back to my throat, choking me while he grabs my panties next and are yanking them down, peeling those and my sweatpants from around my legs, the shirt around my waist being pulled off of me next.

I was on my knees, head pressed into the headrest, back arched, legs spread, handprints starting to already form on my ass, my tight little pussy, clearly so needy and desperate, dripping down my thighs even though it hadn't even been close to touched yet. I was begging him, begging him to fuck me, to let me feel him inside of me, to touch me, anything at all to ease the aching. I remember him slapping my pussy, the sound it made from being sooo fucking wet, and then his finger sliding so slow inside of me and I just melted. It was so pathetic how quickly I came, and when he slid another finger in I lost it. Just being touched felt so good, being so close to somebody, such an undeniable attraction and connection, even if it shouldn't be happening at all.

At some point, someway, he slid in behind me, his cock pulled out and sliding against me as my pussy is still throbbing and pulsing from coming on his hand. He grabbed me by my hair again and yanked my head back towards him, telling me 'you're so fucking pretty, I'm going to fill that slutty little pussy up with so much cum, take this fucking cock like the good girl that I know you can be'. I didn't even realize at first what he was doing, because he was also pushing himself inside of me so slowly, making sure that I felt every inch, but I felt him reach over and grab the seatbelt, and then the feeling of it across my throat as he applied pressure. I instantly soaked his cock, I could feel myself dripping over his balls, and then he wrapped it around my neck completely, pulling it tighter and tighter as he pounded into me harder, and faster, soo much deeper, but I couldn't even cry out from the movements that I knew were bruising the inside of me. Even through the pain I was coming and coming and coming. My vision was getting dark, and he was saying the nastiest, naughtiest things that were making me come that much harder but that I can't even remember now, my hands that were digging into the sides of the seat were going limp, and I remember feeling him fill me up all of a sudden even bigger, even thicker, pulsing and groaning, until my body and my mind gave out on me completely. Coming one more time as I felt his cum start to fill me up and drip out of me, still thrusting when my eyes rolled in the back of my head and my vision finally went completely black.

When I came to I woke up to his hand running through my hair now, arm around my waist holding me to him, his mouth to my ear telling me that I'm such a good girl, such a good fucking girl, over and over, I couldn't even help the smile the came right back to my face, and I don't think a day has gone by where I haven't thought about it since. I still haven't been able to work up the courage to tell him that that got me in a way nothing ever has.