Everything about her seemed fake.

Her personal ad was short on details. The few that she shared, though, really got my attention. Eager, slutty, into consensual non-consent and curious about public exhibitionism.

She was curious about what CNC ideas I wanted to do. I’m not sure she knew that I had a wishlist of depraved kinky ideas.

I told her about how I wanted to find someone that would allow me to sneak into their bedroom and tie them up while they slept, only to be woken up by the sensation of me fucking them.

Or the idea of getting a model to pose for me in a shibari look, intricately tying her up and blindfolding her. Instead of taking photos of her, I’d molest and fuck her as she struggled against my ropes.

There was even the simple roll of duct tape and a van, grabbing the prey and taking her away to somewhere quiet to use.

It was safe to say I have a lot of dark, perverted thoughts. She was enjoying every one of them. And at this point, that’s all I knew about her - that she liked the way I thought.

I was treating her as a 50-50 chance of being a catfish. I had some time to kill, so I didn’t mind the occasional message.

That was my mentality Tuesday morning. My body was a bit sore and sweaty from a workout, and I was checking messages before getting in the shower. And she was asking me if I’m free on weekday mornings. Because of my odd schedule, I was.

So … what are you doing now?

It was a full-on You Up? at 10:30 a.m.

And I was at a very horny level of “up.” I didn’t even know what she looked like. I figured if she didn’t really turn me on, I could at least spend some time groping and threatening someone.

Things escalated when she sent me a picture of herself.

A very cute face, small perky tits, and fit body squeezed inside a tight dress. I was now 90% sure that I was being pranked, and someone was about to make me spend an hour sitting in a parking garage. But, in my defense, I was horny.

I sent her instructions:

Park on the fourth level of the east garage. When I tell you, you will get out of your car and walk to the edge of the parking garage. Somewhere away from the elevator. You're going to pretend to enjoy the view.

I will be coming up from behind you.

If there’s a camera, it will look like a romantic couple. They might not even notice where my hands are. Or maybe some horny security guard will be watching us.

I quickly showered and got in my car. It took effort to not speed on my way to the mall.

I parked and found just the right spot. Barely any parked cars, and just a touch away from the normal flow of traffic in the garage. And then I spotted her car as she parked.

It was definitely her. I had found a bonafide slut to use as a fucktoy.

I got out of my car with sunglasses, a facemask and a hoodie on. Pure Unabomber Chic. I slowly walked towards her car, waiting for the door to open, waiting for my moment to “attack” her… and then she pulled out and started to drive away.

Great.

Just great.

To be fair, I’ve had moments where I’ve chatted with a woman about our plans, and ultimately they don’t feel right about it. They go on their way, I go on mine, and no hard feelings. I do actually want my partners to consent and feel good when I play with them.

A message pinged on my phone.

She was going to find a slightly more discreet spot to park.

I laughed and went back to my car. Her car looped around, and this time she parked right in front of me. I could see her typing on her phone. She messaged me about how she was nervous. Then she noted that was ready, and getting out.

The picture she sent me didn’t do her legs and ass justice, but the slutty pleated skirt she was wearing did. It was at least two inches too short for polite company. But I wasn’t in a polite mood.

She got out of her car, walked to the edge of the garage and looked out at the sunlit street and the lovely clouds rolling in.

I quietly walked up behind her, then covered her eyes with my hands and whispered in her ear, “Guess who.”

She gasped. Even mentally preparing for this, having a complete stranger touch you can be a shock of electricity. And maybe she was thinking that I was a catfish.

After all, I didn’t even bother sending her a photo of me. I didn’t even give her a rough description, though I have a hunch she found one on my post history.

I wanted her to have no idea what I looked like.

I let one of my hands slide around her neck.

“Be a good girl,” I said. “Don’t yell. Keep looking forward.”

The hand not choking her moved to her tits. She had a tight button-down top on and no bra, and I could feel how hard her nipples were. She let out a little whimper.

Still using my threatening voice, I started whispering in her ear my safewords. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green for-

“Green,” she said, before I could finish.

She had done her homework on me. I gave her tit a squeeze, then let both of my hands wander. Feeling her ass. Under that skirt, I almost thought she wasn’t wearing panties, until I spotted a g-string almost swallowed by her asscrack.

I pushed it aside to feel her warm pussy, dripping wet because a complete stranger was groping her.

She started to push back, away from the railing. I used my body to pin her against the rail.

“Where do you think you’re going, little slut?” I asked. “You’re my little fucktoy now.”

I pushed my hips against her ass, letting her feel my hard cock against her. With one hand around her neck and her body pinned, I started stroking her clit.

Most women fall into two groups - those that cum from playing with their clit, and those that cum from filling their pussy and hitting the g-spot. This slut was obviously someone that cummed from clit play.

Every time a car pulled into the garage, I could feel her panic. We were three stories above the entrance, all it would take is one person looking up and they’d see her.

Only, they’d really just see her “enjoying the view.” Unless they were at a complete stop and staring at her for a minute, they wouldn’t realize she was being forced to cum.

I pushed up her shirt, and I could feel the terror ripple through her body.

“What if they report us?” she asked.

I laughed at her, and gave one her nipples a pinch.

“I don’t care,” I said.

It was a good act. I was cautiously listening for cars, watching for them as much as I was fingering her. I heard a car coming.

“Close your eyes,” I said.

I spun her around and started kissing her. Just a cute couple doing some PDA. Nothing to see here.

Once the car was down the exit ramp, I pushed up her shirt and bit down on one of her nipples. It was easier to stroke her pussy with her facing me, but the panties were annoying me.

I pulled her underwear off, then stuffed them into her mouth. My cock was throbbing hard now.

We moved over to a slightly more hidden spot, and I made her look over the rail again.

“If a car pulls up now, they’re going to see what a dirty little slut you are,” I said. “Look at this view, fucktoy. Look at it. You’re going to imagine this the next time you masturbate, remembering how you let a complete stranger grope you and use you.”

She moaned through her panties. My fingers were dripping wet now. I pulled the underwear out of her mouth and made her suck my fingers.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.

Her voice was a mix of fear and lust. It overwhelmed me. I pulled my cock out from the zipper, leaving my belt buckled. Pushing her skirt up, I started to rub against her ass, and between her legs.

There was too much of a height difference. Standing up, I wasn’t going to be able to fit my cock inside of her pussy. I knew where this was heading. I grabbed her by her hair and pushed her to her knees.

“If I feel even a hint of teeth, I’ll choke you out, slut,” I said.

Exposed in a parking garage, she started giving me a world class blowjob. I almost didn’t hear the golf cart - mall security.

We pressed up against the pillar, and I carefully tucked my hard, spit-covered cock back into my pants.

The cart didn’t even come close to us.

When it was out of sight, I pushed her over to her car.

“Open the door,” I said.

We crawled into the backseat. I leaned below the window line, then pulled my cock out. She hesitated for a moment, so I grabbed her head and pushed her to where she needed to be.

Honestly, I could have leaned back and enjoyed the fact that a gorgeous woman was worshiping my cock on a beautiful day. But really, that’s not what she signed up for.

I grabbed the back of her head and started violently fucking her mouth, pushing my cock down to the back of her throat.

“That’s what you need, you dirty little slut,” I said. “This is what you’re made for. A good fucktoy.”

I pulled her head up and looked her in the eyes. She was loving this.

“You want to feel this thick cock inside of you, don’t you slut?”

She nodded.

Every year I swear off car sex, thinking it will be my last time. I’m too old and too tall for this.

But seeing her ass bent over and her skirt pushed up her back, I ignored the pain in my knees and fucked her like a cheap whore. And hearing her moans made it worth it.

I’m not even going to pretend that I blew her back out or gave her the best dick of her life. I was on my knees in the back of a sedan constantly checking to make sure mall security didn’t swing past us. I fucked that little slut as hard as I could and it felt good.

We took a moment to catch our breath, cracking the windows to let in some air. I briefly talked to her about her future slut plans and current limits, and just idly continued to stroke her pussy as we talked.

She was almost able to hold a conversation with me as I distracted her.

So I decided to distract her even more, letting my tongue tease her clit and my fingers fill her pussy. It didn’t take long before she started to cum for me. I wondered if she knew she was a squirter as we made a mess of her back seat and skirt.

One of my favorite moves with a sub, after I make them cum, is to continue stimulating them. To push them further over the edge until their body involuntarily writhes for me.

She tried wriggling away, closing her legs, twisting and squirming. I didn’t stop. I mocked her for being too small and weak to stop me, that her body was mine to do with as I pleased.

To drive the point home, I gave her nipples another bite and started using three fingers inside of her. Her response was to moan like the fucktoy she was.

When I finally let her free, we played around with some impact play. She mentioned that she liked getting slapped in the face, and seeing her involuntary reaction to it made me rock-hard again. I just didn’t have the time to fuck her, so she needed to be punished.

I bent her over my knee, giving her ass a squeeze, followed by a couple hard slaps.

I gave her a kiss, squeezed her tits one more time, then got in my car and tried to decide what I wanted for lunch.