Where do you want me to cum part 2

It had been several weeks since we’d last seen each other, when he’d left my blue dress stained in that age-old Bill Clinton way. We made plans for a last minute happy hour. “4pm. Dress or skirt. No bra or panties,” his last text to me read.

I showed up a few minutes early, and I spotted him across the restaurant, already at the bar. I felt myself flush, remembering all the dirty texts we’d been sending and having forgotten just how good he looked. He spotted me walking toward him - my red dress hard to miss, greeted me with a hug, and tilted my chair toward his so my legs would be angled into him.

We fell into fast and flirty conversation. My legs slipped between his, and I rested my feet on his barstool. My hand easily found his thigh and slowly made its way further up his leg as our conversation continued to get spicier, revisiting the last time and the breeding kink we’d discovered mutual interest in. Eventually, my hand was grazing his cock as we were talking, and I could tell his patience for an open public place was growing thin. Especially when he looked down and said, “Nice dress. How’d you select that?”

“I had some guidance,” I said coyly back to him.

“What else are you wearing?” he asked, now looking to see if I’d followed his directions.

I looked him directly in his eyes and replied with a smirk, “Sandals.”

“Mmm good girl,” he said approvingly in my ear, right before he called for the check.

We climbed the stairs of the parking garage to his car. As I started to go around to the passenger side, he called me back to him and proceeded to unzip his pants, my invitation to my knees in front of him. Though he’d pulled both both drivers’ sides doors open to create a bit of a privacy barrier, anyone, including the older man who exited the same stairs we had, would immediately know what was happening with me on my knees in front of him. A few minutes of me sucking his cock, and he pulled me up, ready to get in the car and head to my place.

He kept his jeans open and said he wanted to see if I was just as good navigating with my mouth full as I was the first time. I grinned and went down on him as he drove down the parking ramp. What felt like two floors later, I felt the car park, and I sat up, confused.

“Get out,” he ordered.

He’d parked in the corner of the garage away from most other cars. I exited my side of the car and quickly came back around to him where he had the back door open. He kissed me aggressively and then spun me around, hiked my dress up, and bent me over the back seat.

It was no question now - there was no condom as he slid his cock inside of me. He fucked me hard as my face pushed into the seat. He only slowed his pace as he spotted a car circling back around the garage near us and slowing. I lifted my chest off the back seat to see as well, and we joked we hoped they got a video - just wish we could get a copy.

As the car drove away for the last time, I leaned back against him, the sweat from the hot July day pooling on both of our faces.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked.

I didn’t hesitate this time. “In my pussy,” I purred back to him.

He bucked into me hard as soon as the words came out of my mouth. I stayed there bent over the back seat of his SUV until I felt him pull out of me. I turned around to face him, covered in sweat and feeling his cum drip down my leg.

As I leaned up against the car and let out a deep exhale he shook his head at me and said, “I don’t like this power you have.”

“Don’t worry,” I said with a grin. “You still have all the power.”

We talked and he ran his hand up my thigh as he drove me home. As I stepped out of his car, I looked down at the seat and saw it was wet underneath me.

“You made a mess of your own seat,” I smirked.

“I think you had a little to do with that too,” he said smiling back at me.

I walked into my condo and stepped out of my dress. I quickly snapped a picture of the back covered in his cum and my juices and sent to him along with the caption, “I’m going to start sending you my dry cleaning bill.”