Car Story

[be****]

As Daddy drove down the winding road, I watched him, admiring his profile. His broad shoulders and the taut line of his arms to the steering wheel. His hands were tight on the wheel but I wanted them around my throat.

I had cum earlier, but now I needed more. I wanted to be stretched and filled and fucked hard. I was aching to feel Daddy’s cock and I wouldn't be satisfied until I did.

"Pull over," I demand, suddenly.

He glanced over at me with a speculative look on his face. "Why’s that?”

"I need you now."

"You’ll have to wait," he replied, smirking.

“But Daddy….,” I whined, “I don’t wanna wait."

"Well that’s just too bad now, isn’t it?” his tone mocking.

I furrowed my brow, annoyed. "Now."

"Kitten, I said no," he stated, calmly.

Knowing it could get me in big trouble, but deciding it would be worth it, I reclined my seat. Then I lifted my hips and reaching under my skirt, I slipped my panties to my feet. Running my hands from my knees to my inner thighs, I pushed the skirt up to my waist.
Daddy was resolutely not looking at me, but I could see the white-knuckled grip he had on the steering wheel.

"You don't have to look, Daddy. Just listen."

I ran two fingers along my slit, wet from just thinking about Daddy’s cock inside me. I swirled them over my clit and moaned softly with aching need.

I sunk those two fingers into myself with a sigh. I was tight and warm to my own touch, feeling my pussy stretch and clench around them. I started to fuck myself with my fingers. It felt good, but I was still wanting to be filled.

There was no way Daddy could miss the wet sounds of my fingers thrusting in and out. I knew it would drive him crazy. I was hoping it would entice him to give me what I needed.

"Fuck," he cursed, finally looking over at me.

"Daddy," I whispered. "I wish this was your cock."

"It should be. Stretching out that pretty pussy and punishing you for being such a needy little girl."

It was my turn to curse, and I shoved my other hand under my shirt to desperately pull at my own nipples. I'd just started and felt like I could already cum, especially with his words in my ear. I could feel my hand getting soaked from the wetness running down my fingers. I fucked myself faster, louder, closing my eyes with the pleasure of my own ministrations.

I felt the moment he turned off the main road and parked. I didn't know where we were but I didn't care.

"You are not allowed to cum," he said tersely, and I heard his seatbelt click and clothes rustle. I opened my eyes and looked over at him, ready to either argue or plead. I wasn't sure which. But it didn't matter once I saw that his cock was in his hand and he was stroking it lightly. "You want it? Then come get it."

I pulled my slick fingers away and climbed towards him before the words had completely left his mouth. I was leaning down to take his cock into my greedy mouth when his hand fisted in my hair and held me there, an inch away. I made an indignant noise in my throat at being denied.

"Beg," he ordered.

"Daddy, please. I need to suck your cock. Please," I whispered breathlessly, not taking my eyes away from my prize.

His answer was to push my head down until I ***d on his hard cock. I gave a muffled moan and nodded as best as I could with his hand still holding my hair. I sucked until my cheeks hollowed, delighting in his groan. I pulled up and laved the underside of the tip with the flat of my tongue. I let my mouth water, soaking him. Then pushed down deep again, gagging myself on him.

I was stretched over the center console, my knees in the passenger seat. He released my hair and leaned over to pull up my skirt.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

He delivered three stinging slaps to my ass before grabbing and digging his fingers into my skin.

"This fucking ass," he panted. "Always needing to be spanked and punished and fucked."

I hummed in agreement around him, pressing back against his hand for more. Instead, he reached his hand under me until he could rub at my wet cunt, fingertips brushing over my clit.

"So wet. So fucking needy for me."

I was. I felt mindless in my need, only able to think about his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. Everywhere. I didn't care where we were or who saw, even being bent over the hood in plain view of everyone sounded like a fantastic idea. I just needed it.

He pulled me up again by my hair and shoved his fingers in my mouth, the fingers that had been stroking me seconds before. Tasting myself on him, I moaned and sucked them as fervently as I had his cock. His hand left my hair, and suddenly felt the seat slide back and recline.

"Get over here. Face the steering wheel."

It didn't even occur to me to argue or question. I was clambering over the center console, gracelessly. He gave a chuckle at my urgency. It was awkward maneuvering but I didn't care. I settled with my legs in between his, and my ass cradled by his lap. I grasped the steering wheel and ground desperately into him, trying to slide his cock into me. Again, the chuckle.
I made an indignant sound in my throat. "I need it."

"I know," he replied. "You always need it." He slid his hands under me and moved me until I could feel the head of his cock against me. So close.

"Tell me," he said.

"Daddy…..I need you to fuck me. Please. I need your cock inside me. All the way. Pretty please," I begged, nearly incoherent.

His only response was to pull me down onto his cock. All the way, just as I had asked. My mouth dropped open and I gasped at the deep stretch. He answered with a groan at the feeling of my tightness. I rocked my hips against him. Not enough. More. I used the steering wheel as leverage to rise and fall on him. I couldn't get the depth that I needed and practically whined in frustration.

"Deeper."

"Greedy little thing," he said, panting. He gripped my waist tightly and raised and lowered me against him. I moved one hand to the center console and the other to the door, bracing myself so that I could bounce on his cock.

"Fuck," I cursed. "Fuck me - please -"

He shifted in the seat and it was finally just right. His fingers were pressed into me so deeply it felt as if they'd leave bruises. I hoped they would.

"Daddy's little girl couldn't wait, huh?" he panted. "Couldn't even make it home before you were begging to be fucked."

All I could do was nod, dazed. I bounced and rocked as hard as I could into him, feeling my whole body wind up as I got closer. There was an impending soreness in my legs but I didn't care. All that mattered was fucking myself and pleasing my Daddy.

He said, “Becca…Touch yourself. Make yourself cum for me. Now."

I nodded, and shoved one hand under my shirt to pull at my nipples while I pressed the other between my thighs. One stroke, then another, against my sensitive clit was all that it took. My head dropped back and I cried out for him, for his cum, for every single drop. I clenched so tightly I felt it through my whole body. He lifted his hips as best as he could while pulling me down by my hips so that his cock was so, so deep. He groaned and I felt the hot pulses of him emptying into me.

I leaned back into him. "Mmm, Daddy." I laughed then and wiggled against him. "Did I win?"

"You always win Kitten," he said, sighing for effect, wrapping his arms around me.

"Just the way I like it Daddy,” I said smiling.

[Ci****]

Very hot!

[be****]

This is my sort of thing, loved reading this! Defo pictured me as daddy doing something like this before 🤤

[da****]

Wow you put that into words so well 🥵 I felt like I was daddy and didn’t want it to stop.
Can’t wait to read more of your stories 😘

[mo****]

Great story. Thanks for sharing x

[Wi****]

Thoroughly enjoyed this 🥵 Thank you for sharing!