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2/1/2024 10:49 am

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In the Parking Lot

I was walking back to my car, a bag of groceries in one hand, when I felt the hand on my elbow, followed by the sound of someone whispering, 'Hey, fuckmeat'. Startled, I tried to jerk away while facing whoever had my arm. As soon as I saw who it was, I relaxed. I was surprised but no longer frightened. Now standing in front of me, close enough to feel his breath as he spoke, was a "friend" of mine. I put the word friends in quotes because that is the easiest way to reference him, but not the most accurate. We aren't friends. He's a local Dom with a vanilla wife that likes to brutally fuck me when he has some free time. He's been fucking me sporadically for almost two years, and I am pretty sure he doesn't know my name. I live in a relatively small community, and this is the first time I've run into him when he was not with his family.

Once I realized who it was and I was not about to be mugged, I relaxed and said, "Hello, Sir."

He looked me up and down and told me to put my stuff in my car and meet him in his truck. Walking away, knowing I'd obey. I hurriedly put my things into the back of my car before crossing the lot to where his vehicle was parked. I could see him sitting in the passenger seat, watching me. When I reached the truck, he opened the passenger door and pointed to the footwell. I had to use the step to climb into the vehicle. He helped me by grabbing a handful of hair and pulling me forward. As soon as I was inside, he closed the door and told me to get my udders out.

He does not allow me to wear a bra or underwear when we meet. I usually wear a simple dress that can be easily removed. Today I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Clothing suitable for running to the store, not for being fucked in the car. As I removed my sweatshirt and bra, he told me in no uncertain terms how annoyed he was by my attire. Words like "stupid fuckpig" and "no right to cover your fuck parts" were shared. Cuffing me hard on the side of the head, he also told me that the next time we met, he'd punish me for breaking his rules. I whispered, "I'm sorry, Sir," and disrobed as quickly as possible in the confined space.

Finally, I was naked from the waist up and kneeling in the footwell of his truck between his spread knees. He gripped both udders in his big hands and squeezed hard before grabbing the nipples and twisting roughly. He smiled when I winced. He looked around the parking lot and then told me to take out his cock. The truck was raised so other shoppers could not see in. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans. His cock is long, thick, and was already partially erect and leaking precum. I had to be careful as I pulled it out of his boxers and away from his fly. If I hurt him, he'd rightfully make me suffer for the insult.

I leaned forward to kiss the top of his cock and suck out some of the precum. He's been feeding me his cock for a long time, and I know what he likes. He allowed me to make out with his cockhead for a couple of minutes before roughly pushing me off of him and backward until I could feel the glove box. He scooched forward a bit, grabbed my hair with both hands, and pushed his cock into my mouth. Without any further warning, he proceeded to fuck hard into my throat. Even with his hands holding me by my hair, he fucked hard enough that my head was bashed against the glovebox with every thrust. Not hard enough to injure me, but hard enough to hurt. He wasn't looking for a blow job, this was a throat fuck. I immediately started to gag as his cock pushed deep into my throat, my jaw forced wide open. I could breathe, but just barely. When he thrust deep, my airway was blocked by his cock, and my nose, buried in his groin, was irritated by pubic hair. He'd pull back for just a moment and then choke me again. I was torn between trying to control the gagging and trying to breathe. He usually likes to pull off and slap me around during a blow job. It's not fun for me, but it gives me a chance to catch my breath. No such luck this time. He fucked my throat without mercy. His only consideration was to hold my head more firmly, so I wasn't hitting the console. I am not sure if that was for my comfort or because the sound of my head banging against the molded plastic was annoying. Probably the latter.

Anyway, the throat fuck continued for several minutes. It was hard to know exactly how long. I tend to lose track of time in these situations. Later, I realized that the entire encounter was less than 15 minutes, but I had no idea at the time. When he finally came, he pushed his cock deep into my throat. The spasms of my muscles as I choked and gagged, milking the cum from him. He was so deep that I didn't even taste the jizz. I just felt it go down my throat.

When he was finished, he pulled out and ordered me to open my mouth, I did, and he spit into it and instructed me to swallow. He knows how much I dislike that, but that was the whole point. To treat me like his fuckpig. I swallowed on command, and he told me to get dressed, but not before giving my nipples another hard pinch, digging his nails in for good measure. "I’ll have to punish you next time we meet.” He told me as he gave them a twist before letting them go. I put my bra and sweatshirt back on, not easy in such a cramped space, and he opened the door. Letting me climb down from the truck. I could have used a hand, but he didn’t offer one. He stepped out after me only to walk to the driver’s side. I ran my hands through my hair and walked back to my car. Once inside, I ran my hands through my hair and used a baby wipe ( I always keep a package in the car) to wipe my face. Even though he came in my mouth, tears and probably precum were dried on my cheeks and around my lips. Then I went home. I had groceries to put away.

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