The golden torpédor hums along the road to Louviers. I hike up my red flounced dress, exposing my bare pussy to Hubert’s hungry eyes in the rearview. Heart pounding. Skin flushing hot. Two days without his massive black cock—too long. “Hubert, my sweet, find us a quiet spot. I need you inside me now.” He grins, accelerates. My pulse races. Fingers trace his neck, undo his tie. Nipples harden against lace. Desire coils tight in my gut.
He veers into a shady woods, kills the engine. Door opens. I sprawl on the cushions, skirt bunched at hips. “Serve your mistress her aperitif.” His pants drop. That thick, veined monster springs free. Mouth waters. He spreads my thighs wide, slams in deep. Heart hammers. Skin burns where he grips. “Fuck yes! Pound me hard!” The car rocks violently. Springs creak. Balls slap my ass—wet, rhythmic smacks. Sweat beads, drips. I wrap legs over his shoulders. Gland batters my cervix. Ecstasy builds, savage.
The Fever
He flips me later, after picnic crumbs. Fingers probe my slick ass. Fear mixes with fire. “Your hole’s begging for it.” I hesitate, then kneel on the seat. He slicks his cock with my juices, presses in slow. Burning stretch. Gasps rip from my throat. Inch by inch, he fills me. Heart thunders. Body trembles. Then rhythm—brutal, owning thrusts. Fingers plunge my pussy. Waves crash. I shatter, ass clenching his spurting load. Cum leaks hot down my thigh.
Back on the road, bumps jolt my raw holes. Aphrodisiac fire reignites. “Another spot, Hubert.” Second woods. I yank him onto the seat. Grip his throbbing shaft, impale myself. Ride wild. Breasts bounce free. His hands maul them. Pussy grips like a vice. Climax rips through—screaming, flooding. He erupts, flooding me back. Skin slick, hearts synced in frenzy.
The Blaze
Hours later, road smoother. Tools by the ditch—cantonnier nearby? We stop. Peek into thicket. There: red-haired girl astride the worker. Naked, tits flailing. She bounces furious. “Love your huge cock piercing me!” Her moans echo mine. He’s buried deep, hands kneading her flesh. Our eyes lock on their rut. My clit throbs anew. Heat surges. Hubert’s breath quickens beside me.
Skin still fever-hot, we watch. Her body arches, quivers. Pure possession. My core aches, remembering every thrust, every spill. Roads need fixing, but this— this raw hunger—fixes nothing but the void.