He Fucked Me on The Hood of His Car! Chapter I Mitch and I had been talking for weeks every time we tried to get together for dinner or a drink; someone had to reschedule. I finally had arranged my schedule for a business meeting in the morning and a casual date with him in the afternoon. The flight into Toronto was uneventful; there has always been something about this city that I adore. I wondered what it would be like to date a man that lived in a city so alive. It had been months since there had been a date with a man. Of course, I had my toys to get the job done, but nothing compares to a real cock's warm thrust.
The day was to be packed with activity, and I needed it to be a sophisticated sexy one. We first met, at a conference where he was the key speaker, and as I watched him from across the room, I kept thinking how much Mitch reminded me of a Grecian statue. In those first few moments of eye contact, my pussy gushed juices in my panties as I fantasized about how wonderful his cock would feel inside my body.Now that we were to meet or have a date, I told my girlfriend all about him, that he was my perfect specimen. Mitch has a great body; he is tall with just enough muscle to be solid but not a gym nut. I also like a guy that keeps his face on the smooth side, and Mitch was clean-shaven. That day, between my meetings, I allowed my naughty side to be hopeful about what the afternoon could hold. As I checked my voice mail, there was a message from Mitch telling me, he would be finished up with his last meeting in about an hour.
After a quick banter of what, where, when, and how I headed into my last bit of work for the day. I was trying to play it low key, but I was excited to have the chance to get to know Mitch a bit more. Since the day had grown a bit longer than we both anticipated, we decided to have dinner at a local food truck then a nice long drive around Toronto. Mitch knew from our previous conversations, my special relationship with the city, and wanted to show me some of his favorite secluded spots. I headed over to my hotel room for a quick freshening of my outfit and other girly things. I had picked out a soft, stretchy blue dress with a low-cut neckline and a few buttons that could be strategically undone.
Since I was wearing matching bra and panties with thigh highs, I decided to leave on everything from the morning. A few minutes of pampering had me back out the door and in the lobby waiting for my gallant knight. I am generally a bold person, but as the afternoon sun came through the plate glass windows, there were a few butterflies in my stomach. The minutes ticked past until Mitch finally appeared. I saw him pull into the parking lot, so I stepped out under the awning. He pulled up beside me and stepped out of the car. I drew in an unsteady breath as my eyes devoured him. Mitch was dressed in a suit and tie in this fantastic new grey BMW M6; the convertible top was up as the evening had a bit of a coolness to it. It would be months before I found out he purchased the sports car for our first alone meeting.
This man looked so professional in front of me a bit of doubt crept into my mind. Was this going to be a business meeting or a date? We had not discussed in any detail what our hopes for the evening's end would be. I was prepared for either outcome but secretly wished for the date. I held out my freshly manicured hand, and he grasped it firmly but gently, “Hi, I am Melissa, remember me from the conference?” I was teasing to try and break the sexual tension that was between us. Mitch was sexy; there was a gentle dominance about him that made me want to please. He has the most incredible tantalizing eyes of any man I have ever encountered. Mitch brought my hand up to his lips, brushed my knuckles with a kiss, “I doubt any man or woman would forget you, Melissa.” I will admit most men who said something like that to me would receive a laughing response, but there was something erotic about Mitch. His eyes matched his words, and I wondered if I had plagued his fantasies as much as he had mine. I felt tiny beside him, unsteady on my five-inch heels, and he tuned into my swooning.
Mitch moved close to me, and I almost melted from the fragrance of his cologne. It was subtle with warm vanilla, floral scent, there were hints of musk and sandalwood. From that first moment at the conference, this man had such a profound effect on me. His steady, firm grip on my elbow guided me to the open car door to seat me on the soft leather seats. Mitch shut the door, and I stared as he crossed to the driver’s side. I wanted to be held in those strong arms of his like a common young girl ith a crush. The sports car roared to life, and with the slightest acceleration, it speeded out of the parking lot and onto Toronto streets. Mitch darted in and out of traffic; the BMW responded as if it was on rails. My anxiety and anticipation of the evening had put me into a bit of a risk-taking mindset.
The distraction of the road allowed me to not make a complete fool of myself. My eyes never left this stranger's crotch. Every whip of the wheel pushed me either towards him or away. My cells screamed how Mitch was within arm’s reach. I could unzip his slacks on that power suit and set loose his cock. I knew a man like him would be well endowed; he was too confident to be a little dick loser. He reached up and undid the button on his suit jacket; his strong chest muscles caught the soft fabric of the dress shirt, emphasizing each ripple. As I stared through my eyelashes in my peripheral, I assured myself. “A man this good looking and muscular can not have a small penis. That would be a gross disappointment of the universe.” The only sound for the first five minutes of our drive was the soft playing radio in the background. Then he turned to me, “Modern or historical?” I looked at him and thought, “Secluded.” I feigned thinking for a moment, “I think historical this time.” My reward was a brilliant smile that first showed in his eyes before his mouth.
It was a few minutes on the busy streets of the modern part of Toronto then he whipped into a food truck with Cuban cuisine. The older Hispanic man greeted him with a stiff handshake through the window. “Who is that gorgeous creature you have with you? And why would she be caught with a ruffian of your nature?” the older man taunted. I stepped forward, offered my hand, and introduced myself. We all three chatted about the food for a few moments, then Mitch and I sat down at one of the tables. It was fantastic but straightforward, and I was glad I opted for this instead of a stuffy restaurant. For years I had dated pretty men with no substance. I wanted to see how Mitch reacted in the real world with a variety of humanity. I am not entirely vain; there was more to this man than just a great body. Mitch has a deep guttural voice it reminded me of a midnight radio host I used to listen to when I was a girl. Even this early into the date, I knew he had swept me on a wave of passion. As we ate in the warm evening air, a comfortable silence engulfed us.
Most first dates are filled with boasting and nervous chatter. Mitch did not feel the need to talk every moment. He asked me about my meetings, and I explained the new project my company was developing. Unlike so many others, he seemed genuinely interested and asked intellectual questions. We were soon back on the road, touring spots I had never read of in a tour guide. The silence descended between us; I could feel the tension rise in the car. An erotic heat started to engulf us both. Every time I glanced his way, I felt his stare back. There are moments when two people meet and know the other feels. This was one of those moments when I knew he felt the same passion as me. I wanted Mitch in every way I knew of. It was an unspoken truth, but the heat of the moment said what words could never. I had only known Mitch for a few weeks. On a whim, I gave him my cell phone number, and he texted me that night. Something was exciting about a man that did not wait for the standard three days. We had talked every day since that first fateful night. In all reality, Mitch and I were practically strangers.
“What did you think we could do this evening,” I asked. I decided to be bold, so I put my hand on his thigh. The response of heat and flex of his muscle put an evil smile on my face. Mitch coughed to get control, “I just want to spend some time with you.” I glanced over to see a bulge from under those slacks, “Well, it would be nice to find a place a bit more secluded, so we can get to know each other,” I purred. A thought crept into my mind I had never asked if Mitch was married. Could I be a side lady? The idea made me think for a moment, and then I thought, “I would so be this guy’s day mistress if it pleased him and me.” Mitch reached down and grabbed my hand off his thigh; he held it while shifting the car into high gear. I was launched back in the seat and felt a strong vibration. The speed turned me on, and I could not help but giggle. He placed my hand back on his thigh but this time a bit more north of the knee. With one finger, I reached out to stroke the growing shaft under those expensive slacks. Mitch groaned loudly from the tickle touch of my nail. With a flick of his fingers, Mitch changed the music to a slow rhythmic blues. The sound was intense, and he turned it up a bit more. I could feel my hips start to shift in time to the slow, steady beat.
“Can I show you something?” he asked.I smiled back with enthusiasm, “Anything you want, Mitch.” He turned up the heat and my heated seat, and then he rolled down the window. “Lift your dress and sit directly on the leather,” he winked. The coolness of the night flooded into the car. The BMW had a quality sound system that overpowered the typical roar of windows being down. There was something about how the music, heat, and cold played into each other that set my skin on fire. I laughed out at the intensity as well as the enjoyment. Mitch reached his hand over and placed it on my thigh to feel my stockings. “I never told you this, Melissa, but I adore a woman in pantyhose and nylons. When I saw those while you stood outside the hotel, I knew you would have power over me,” he confessed. We drove into the old part of town with the architectural mansions. “These are fantastic,” I said. We drove on through the curves of several scenic bypasses. A change had come over the man beside me; he looked at me with a laser-sharp focus. I felt like a rabbit under the watch of a wolf, but the thought sent a tingle of excitement through my body that center in my clit. I wanted him at that very moment. I did not want to offer my hotel room we are miles from. There was a problem the small sports car did not have room for the type of encounter I craved.
The torment in my mind must have shown on my face; Mitch brought his hand to my neck. With a slow, steady caress of his thumb, he moved my hair aside. His strong fingertips massaged where my neck met the spine. I tilted my head back to encourage his touch. Mitch pulled the car over under a streetlight. I pulled my hair to the side as he leaned in, to caress and kiss the sensitive flesh of my neck and earlobes. The first brush of his breath brought goosebumps everywhere on me. I bit my lower lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Mitch leaned in and whispered, “Unbutton your dress for me. I want to see what you have underneath.”I reached my fingers up and opened up the cleavage one button at a time. Each release of fabric made this man groan in a mixture of excitement and frustration. I liked the control I had over him and thought I could also easily fall under its spell. Under the soft light of the street lamp, Mitch could see my sexy lacy white bra. His eyes focused on the feminine material. I had chosen a half bra, so my nipples were barely contained in their delicate cages. The tops of my breasts spilled over, and the design gave me a deep cleavage that he seemed to fall into. I wanted to demand that he touch them to run his strong manly hands across my sensitive nipples.
I was shocked when he took my hand then placed it on my breast. We looked at each other as I started to caress over the soft flesh. I lowered my bra strap down onto my arm, and my breast popped out of the lace. “Do you like what you see?” I asked nervously. “Melissa, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” Mitch replied. My body responded to the sound of his voice. I felt the gush of pussy juice flow into my panties. There was something about this man that made me comfortable around him. I allowed myself to caress my breasts, squeezing them, running my manicured fingers across those sensitive nipples. Mitch never took his eyes off me as the soft light of street lamp showed in on us. I liked the power he gave me, and I continued to tease by cupping the underside of my plump breast. Mitch rolled my window down just a bit to let the cold air of the night caress my already rock-hard nipples. I could see that he was getting excited. His cock, now erect, pushed out towards me and forming a large tent of silky fabric. “Pinch my nipples, and I like the feel of sharp pleasure, please,” I commanded. Without hesitation, he reached out, wrapped his large fingers around my hard, firm nipple. Mitch winked at me as he squeezed hard the sensation shot through my core straight to my clit. The gush of wetness sent a moment of worry about his brand new seats. I let that thought go as I moaned hard then pulled slowly away from his touch to increase the intensity. Mitch bit his lower lip, and his cock throbbed hard enough for me to see in the dim light. His husky voice drew me across the car,
“Make yourself cum for me, Mellissa,” he commanded. I pulled his hand over mine as I shoved my fingers inside my cunt. There was something sexy about how wet my panties were. I continue to be worked up until the orgasm exploded through my body. Mitch’s touch was gentle, but firm, and his strength was apparent. Mitch rubbed his hands against the silky thigh highs I had worn all day. I liked this man's touch and knew I could get used to him on an everyday moment. I allowed my head to rest against the back of the seat as his fingers probed my wet pussy. This man, I barely knew brought out a damp finger and put it between my lips. I licked hungrily at my wetness; it tasted too good. The smell of my desire penetrated the new car smell of the BMW. Mitch traced down my belly back to my soaked vagina; he slid his finger deep inside me with a hard passionate shoved. I could not control my passion any longer. The moans from my pleasure grew in intensity as my hips ground against the high-grade leather. I could feel getting closer to the edge of out of control. I retook his hand placed his sizeable warm hand over my entire mound. Mitch took the hint and started to squeeze that sensitive area, and then he applied pressure to the pressure point above my clit. His fingers inside my most private inner parts left me without any words. My lips already swollen, leaving a directional path to my clitoris. Mitch pushed his index finger deep inside until he found my g-spot; he rubbed it in gently but persistent in his search for my pleasure. Mitch started with one finger. I guided his motion in small circles; my cunt opened up for him.
“Please more, I need more, Mitch” I begged softly. He slipped a second finger now three, inside me, but I needed that mound of penis concealed under those slacks. I took his hand out of my vagina and opened the car door. There is something about passion on the side of the road. We were on a quiet street late at night, but there was still the chance that someone might pull upon us. At that moment, I did not care who watched while his cock was in my pussy. “Follow me; I need you inside me. I don’t care how cold it is out there. “I want you, Mitch. You have driven me insane with your taunting,” I said demandingly. I got out of the car and hoped he would follow. Mitch did not disappoint; he got out of the car and followed me a little way into the shadows. When we pulled up, I spotted a park bench that, while not hidden, was not under a spotlight of illumination. The grass was cold under my thinly covered nylon knees when I dropped down to free his penis from the tight confines. The sound of the zipper pierced the quiet cold evening.
Eager to see what I had dreamed about for days, I pulled his big shaft into the shadows. I was a slut that night, looking up at Mitch while I licked my lips with hunger. His cock started to grow under my soft persuasive strokes. Mitch groaned out when I spit a large amount of saliva into the palm of my right hand. My breasts were still exposed, and I used my left hand to pull on the hard as a stone nipple. Mitch started to move his hips, undulating his groin the movement of my strokes. I looked up from my knees as his eyes shut in ecstasy then a loud moan escaped his lips. There was something about Mitch’s cock that made it highly tempting to suck it dry. Every woman dreams of a perfectly sized dick to fill up her pussy in all ways. The man that stood before me had the penis that few get to have in our beds. It was the best piece of man meat I had seen in a long time. Both of my lips dripped with anticipation. I swallowed the saliva as it filled, ready to drip onto his shaft. As for my southern lips, they just had to drip down my leg onto my nylons.
“Do you want me to suck you, Mitch,” I shyly asked. He reached down, put his hands on the back of my head, and guided his cock into my mouth. The head was already hard and swollen, but my gentle sucking made it throb. I ran my tongue down the shaft and across the tender nerves under the hood; his shaft pulsated in response. I liked the control that I had over this massive man. I held the dick firmly in my hand and put my mouth to work. Mitch leaned back against the bench when I increased my speed. I was wild with want; he needed to give me what my pussy demanded. Saliva dripped from my mouth to the shaft; it glistened in the soft light that penetrated the shadows. I brought my head up and stopped sucking him. I was no longer my standard bundle of self-control; I had become a cock slut ready to be used. I leaned towards Mitch and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me on the hood of the car.”I could have been a witch in the woods casting a spell as my words carried him to a new level of excitement. “Oh yes, Mellissa,” he said breathlessly with excitement. Mitch picked me up, my legs wrapped around his weight, my arms around his neck. He carried me the few feet back to the BMW.
The air was cold on my skin. This massive man pushed me against the hood warmed by the motor held inside. The contrast between evening cold and hood hot sent my nerves racing. Mitch leaned in and caught my lips, with him shoving his tongue deep inside my mouth while he made love to the soft recesses. His tongue moved delicately and expertly in my mouth. While he kissed me, his hands were busy caressing the soft mounds of my breasts. I pouted when he took his mouth off mine, but then he flicked his long tongue over my nipple and gasped in pleasure. “Oh, my God!” I could not help exclaiming. It was as if his mouth was created for my boobs. He ran his tongue over it and sucked it tenderly, squeezing the other with his free hand. It felt wonderful. He bit the nipple gently with the upper and lower incisors; those gorgeous eyes looked up at me. Mitch was paused, letting my mind raced with the possibilities of his next action. He winked at me as he bit down with enough pressure to send an electric current straight to my clit. “Of fuck that is awesome,” I moaned out. “What are you doing to me, Mitch!” He shifted his mouth from my right breast to my left and did the same thing, sending more fiery fire throughout my body. Mitch was still wearing his dress shirt; it brushed against my bare chest as he kissed me. I could smell delicate cologne as we made out under the street light. I reached for his cock to lightly stroke the throbbing shaft.
While I taunted him with my hand job Mitch sucked on my breasts; it was a perfect combination of teasing. He moved his hips to the tempo of my hand while I used my free hand to press his head firmly against my chest. Mitch worked my skirt over my hips then pulled my soaked wet panties off. I throbbed inside when he brought the fabric to his nose then sniffed in deep. The man, lost in the moment, rolled his eyes back into his head. I could tell he loved the fragrance of my wetness. He gently pushed me back so that I was lying on my back. I parted my legs to entice him into my pulsating pussy. He stroked the clitoris with his fingertip for a moment before bringing his mouth down; at first, he used his warm breath to set me on fire. The first touch of his tongue caused me to moan out, “More I need so much more from you, Mitch”“I crave the feel of your penis inside me.” “Mellissa, I am going to enjoy feeling you wrapped around my shaft, but right now, I want to taste you,” he said. Mitch enjoyed where he was, licking every inch of my vagina. His tongue dipped deep inside, sucking the juices out, which drove him into a higher state of desire. Mitch used his tongue to work all the folds of my pussy. The sharp grate of his teeth across my clit sent me to an abyss of pleasure; I thought I had died and gone to heaven.It was incredibly wonderful. I was soon slithering all over the hood, begging like a wanton slut for him to take me. Mitch was now in control, and everything was on his clock. The more I begged, the slower he used my pussy with his mouth. He savored everything my pussy could offer him. When he was satisfied, and I was writhing in lust, he raised his head and held his dick in his hand.
“Please enter me, Fuck Me” I begged. “Enter me right now! Fuck me, or I’m going to die.” He looked at me with a devious wink; there was a beast inside this man that I liked even more than the calm collected Mitch from the evening. We were both in different elements of ourselves. “Say, please,” he commanded.“Oh, please, Mitch. Please fuck me! Fuck me right now!” I couldn’t control myself anymore. I was ready to do anything just to have that massive cock in me. The weight of his shaft and the drip of precum announced his desire. I wanted him to take me like an animal, but he didn’t enter me directly. My pouting only slowed him down. Mitch rubbed the tip of his cock across my clitoris, punishing me further. I continued begging him to enter me. The first thrust of his shaft sent sensations through my body down to every nerve ending. Mitch had a massive cock that stretched me out. My body shook all over from his deliberate thrusts. He pushed in very slowly to give my body time to adjust. My pussy walls expanded to a limit they had never been with another man.
When it finally accommodated the entire cock, he started thrusting slowly. Then the tempo increased with both of our passion. Soon I was getting what I wanted hard and deep. I screamed loud enough to wake the whole of Toronto, but I didn’t care. We were in our own world.He fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked. His hands pressed my legs to the hood, “You have a gorgeous pussy, Mellissa. My cock looks perfect buried all the way inside you,” He said as he kissed me a trace of my pussy juices still on his lips. His dick was so long and hard; my cervix started to spasm an intense cervical orgasm shook us both. Mitch was captured deep inside while my body stroked his head. “Damn baby, you have me completely inside you. I have never been this deep inside before you, feels perfect, beautiful,” Mitch moaned out, then his body started to spasm, and his groans came closer together. I knew he would explode soon, but I did not want his cum in my body.
I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste that juice that I craved.Mitch moaned out as the cold air surrounded his shaft. I slid down the hood and gulped him deeply. The cum rushed to the back of my throat; it was squirt after squirt of white semen. There was so much that some ran onto my face then down my chin. I slurped it thirstily; the taste of this man’s juice was sweet. I could feel the globs in my mouth. I opened up to show him everything I had taken. Mitch moaned out, “That is so sexy.” My eyes glued to his while I rolled his cum around with my tongue. With a wink, I swallowed every drop; Mitch reached down, wiped the escaped liquid off with his finger, then shoved it in my mouth. I looked up at him with eyes filled with passion, my tongue licking my upper and lower lips.
Mitch had just given me what no man had ever given me in a long time – a sexual satisfaction, and I was grateful for that. I stood up and brought his head closer. I kissed him hard. It was an intensely heated, sensuous kiss that we shared. Mitch sucked on my lips, my tongue, and we transferred his cum between us.Our bodies glistened with the seat of the overall lovemaking. We stared at each other and laughed. Slowly, I dressed him back into his business suit after I wiped him dry with a kleenex from my purse. I enjoyed the ritual of putting his clothes back on after I had used his massive shaft. It felt natural, like doing the dishes after eating a special meal together. We returned to the car, but Mitch did not drive off immediately.
The heat from the dash warmed our bodies left shivering from the cold evening air. As we sat there cuddled up, a car drove by, the only one we had seen in over an hour. We laughed at the luck of no one catching our naughty escapade. My nerves still radiated the pounding of his cock while my clitoris pulsed under my skimpy clothes. Mitch drove me back to the hotel, where we talked in the parking lot for a long time. He offered to pick me up in the morning to take me to a winery he owned a few years back. It was mid-afternoon when Mitch pulled up in his BMW; in the trunk, he had a picnic basket filled with gourmet lunch for two. We drove out to the beautiful winery; it was fun to tour the process. After about an hour, we were ready to move to a more secluded location.
Mitch asked to use one of the golf carts, and we drove acres away from the main facility. This man that I barely knew treated me like a queen. After the picnic, we made love again. This time around, it wasn’t done in haste. We took our time to explore each other’s sexuality. At that moment, I knew this man’s cock controlled me. I couldn’t have enough of Mitch. He was the perfect lover; his mind and body understood mine. It was like his dick was molded for my pussy; the two complemented each other perfectly well.Mitch and I started our relationship as a sexual adventure, and we continue to explore our limitations, though few have been found.
P.S. I ended up marrying him!
