It’s strange. I feel so comfortable with him, so sure of my place and secure in my fantasies. But, at the same time, I’m always just a little bit nervous.

This meeting was no exception. After the disappointment of the day before (all talk and no cock over lunch) I was desperate to feel him inside of me no matter what the cost. Or so I thought.

As he pulled into the underground parking lot, my heart began to beat in my chest. Was I really going to do this? He got out, and I froze, glued to my seat. The thick, stale air hit me as he came around and opened the passenger door, ordering me to follow.

I only hesitated for a moment before I got out. He had spotted a tarp concealing a storage area full of forgotten furniture. Yes, I wanted to feel him inside of me but one of these days he’s going to get me in trouble.

Ever the gentleman, he sat me on a dusty chair and eased his head between my thighs. Slowly, his tongue began to explore. I was still too scared to fully enjoy it, constantly on edge.. fearful that I’d be caught in a compromising position. But he is good at what he does. Within a few minutes, my body eased into the rhythm of his tongue, and he slipped a finger inside of me. I felt the warmth spread and the rest of the world began to disappear…but not quite

“Are you going to be a quiet little slut?”

I couldn’t trust myself to open my mouth. He accepted my frantic nod and slipped another finger inside of me. He knows I hate that emptiness. I asked politely for permission as my body tensed up. He obliged, and I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. I saw stars as I imagined the ensuing disaster if I let my guard down for a moment. There’s no way I could keep quiet without full concentration. I held my breath and curled my toes, and he continued licking me. “Good girl” he cooed as I slowly came back to reality.

Then it was his turn. I took a deep breath as he freed himself from his pants. I love when a man is hard at the anticipation of my lips. I teased the head and kissed the tip until I couldn’t control myself anymore and had to take him deep down my throat. Long, deep thrusts seemed like the quietest option, and I tried my best to concentrate.

But, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone could catch us at any moment. I listened for voices and cars. The headlights that passed felt like spotlights as I keep my mouth on his thick cock and my eyes on the holes in the barricade. I love a good throat fuck, but my heart couldn’t take it anymore and I begged to feel him inside of me.

He agreed. I stood up, and he lifted my dress over my hips, then bent me over that dirty chair. I spread my legs wide and arched my back, happy to finally be filled up. It had been a week since our last real encounter, and it took everything not to steal an orgasm as his hard cock forced its way into my tight, throbbing cunt. His dick always hits just the right spot and makes me soaking wet and ready to please.

But then he didn’t move. Not one inch.

“Look at you,” he said softly “what kind of whore lets a man take her into a disgusting parking garage to fuck?”

That familiar warmth of shame and excitement filled my body. As he started to fuck me, I buried my face deep into the dusty upholstery of that chair. I arched my back and let him fill me up with every inch of his rock hard dick. I begged for more as he fucked orgasm after orgasm out of my slut body.

I’m the kind of whore that lets a man fuck her in a disgusting parking garage and, when he makes me cum as hard as you do sir, I’m the kind of whore that will beg him to do it again