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***45..50…55…65…70..80..***The speedometer crept higher and higher as I made my way to the hotel where Laurent was staying. I blitzed out of the parking lot like I was at a pitstop, making up for lost time. I kept checking the rearview mirror to see if that man would catch up to me, but no, there was not a soul in sight. My navigation told me I was 5 mins away. Perfect, I wondered. *Maybe if I make it there before him, I can freshen up a bit.* And just as that wondered exited my consciousness, my car suddenly lurched as if it pulled a hamstring. *Oh no, what now?*

Slowly, the vehicle lost its speed, and mojo, and I pulled its sputtering engine over to the shoulder. I got out to inspect the mild tufts of smoke effusing from the engine. Well, I didn’t intent to put my engineering hat on tonight, but nonetheless I popped the hood. Within seconds I knew exactly what had gone wrong…the spark plugs were blasted. Recently, I had them put in new ones because if I was gonna spend the majority of my time working from home with Henry, I would play it dangerously close to me going crazy if I didn’t have an outlet. I loved spending time my husband, but I also loved my space and independence. After all, I didn’t become an engineer to not enjoy the fruits of my labor. Like the Lincoln Lawyer, I preferred cruising on backroads and highways to help me think and relax. So I took my dad’s old Stingray and upgraded the engine to my specifications. With 500+ horsepower and brakes to match, I felt less like a driver, and more like a matador taming the wild, red beast that was my heirloom. It’s never failed me, except now…

“Well shit,” I uttered. “Probably best to call the tow company.” Once my brain processed that at this hour of the night, a tow truck would take 30+ mins to come pick her up, I feared what Laurent would think. *I hope we don’t leave this story half finished*, I wondered as I sunk back into the driver’s seat. As I made the proper arrangements for a pickup, a set of headlights gleamed over the nearest hill; I recognized the blistering, obnoxiously white hues of a car driven by someone who wanted to show off how new their ride was.

*Oh, here he comes.* He timed it well- I finished speaking with the business who surprisingly said a pickup was only 20 mins away- apparently there’s been some teenagers putting nails and other sharp objects near a political rally of some kind, and they were on high alert. I usually hate that type of activism, but if it meant my car would be taken in sooner, I’m all for it. Laurent’s car edged closer and closer to me and he must’ve recognized my license plate in the reflections of my warning lights, and crawled to a half right beside me. He stepped out of the car like a Hollywood action hero, and the asshole knew what he was doing as he slowly strode over to me. I gripped the steering wheel tightly to control myself, but *what was there to control? This man just got blown behind a dirty dumpster and was on his way to fuck me dry?*

As I pondered that predicament, Laurent arrived by my window and gently knocked on the glass. “Car troubles?”

“Yes…I think I blew the sparkplugs.” I told him. He looked surprised that I knew what those were. “MIT, remember?”

“Oh yeah.. Always the smartass.. Why don’t you let me take a look? I fixed a few cars back in the day.”
Laurent asked me to roll down the window so he could pop the hood, but as soon as his face reached in, I had other plans. *Oh no you don’t*, I wondered, as I grabbed her jacket and pulled him into a deeper kiss than any before this evening.

Between suctions and tongue nibbling, he pulled himself away, surprised at my ferocity.

“Baby what if people see? What about your car?”

I gestured around the dark highway; this was exactly the type of isolation I warn others about when night driving. It looked less like a romantic getaway and more like a horror movie waiting to happen. But whoever was out there stalking me tonight, I hoped they enjoyed the show I was about to put on.

“Forget my car, and fuck me, Laurent. There’s no one around and I won’t ask again.”

I opened the car door and climbed out, with Laurent lending me a hand to pull me up. As soon as I exited the car, Laurent pulled me into him and started fondling me again. The hairs on the back of his hand tickled my face as he stroked my cheek and my neck gently, and before I even knew what was going on, he grabbed my thighs and ass and lifted me off my feet.

I audibly gasped and maybe let out a slight moan. I told Laurent, “I don’t think I’ve been fucked by a man standing up in a while. Get to it.” I clasped my legs around him as he strode over to the hood, now smoking a little more. He set me down and began unbuttoning his pants again, while I let the soft heat of my dead engine permeate through my thin dress and glaze my ass. While he was doing so, I grabbed one of my tits in one hand and pushed it up against my body and towards my tongue, making a makeshift push-up bra with my own arms. And I was licking my nipple and looking Laurent up and down, watching him undress, I pulled my dress up and was so overcome with lust that I ripped my panties off to the side. Once Laurent’s cock was out and as hard as I’ve even seen it, I wrapped my dripping wet panties around his cock and pulled him in.

“Carla, you’re so sexy but you’re such a fucking slut.”

“Yes I am, baby. Now fuck me. I won’t ask twice.”

Laurent paused, chuckling as he cockily leaned in closer to me and placed his hands on both sides on my thighs. Automatically, I grabbed his cock and started stroking.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“I said I wont ask twice…”

Laurent looked turned on by me taking command. I started pooling my spit at the side of my cheek and let it dribble down out of my mouth and slowly onto his cock, rubbing it in. I felt his foreskin struggle to contain his head, and the ridge between his head and shaft stuck out like a bookmark as I stroked up and down to get it wet. His veins, on both his dick and his arms, felt like grips I’d clasp to hold on tight. I hope my pussy felt the same way.

“There. I got it nice and wet. What will you do now?”

Laurent seemed to like this dirty talk, as evidenced by what followed. He grabbed my lower back and pulled me closer to him and fiddled with his erection to put into my pussy. The man was a tease, for sure. He played with my clit and looked straight at me as he slapped his dick onto my labia, preparing it for entry. Maybe he saw it in a porno, or maybe he knew I loved to be teased like a whore. I was insatiable when a dick caught my attention and he’s tonight’s lucky winner. I couldn’t wait for him to service me like the proper man whore he is. But, we had no time. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I read the notification **“10 mins away, thank you for your service!”**

What was intoxicating before now grew to a source of frustration. We barely had enough time for a proper blowjob, and now in 15 mins this fucking tow truck would come.

“Laurent…fuck me.” I said, grabbing his cock and shifting it down, off my clit and closer to my hole.

“But I’m not ready, I-”

I cut him off, and told him “Fuck me now, bitch.”

He obliged. His cock looked like a dinosaur from above as I shoved it into my cunt. Immediately, I felt pain as the sinews of my pussy stretched far and wide to make room for his dick. Henry’s was good, but Laurent’s was something else. He reminded me of the porn stars I secretly got off to on days where Henry failed to fuck me. Earlier tonight, I crept downstairs as Henry’s cum dripped out of my pussy, ready to masturbate to old memories. But now? All I wanted was Laurent to remind me what a man really feels like. I want him to take control of me, but he still seemed hesitant…*no worries, I’ll teach him.*

While Laurent’s strokes were deep, he felt overly gentle. Like he didn’t want to continue harming me after his initial entrance. His bulging cock pushed apart even more of my pussy walls on its way to my cervix. Remember how I said I’d cum if that spot gets hit juuuust right? Well Laurent’s dick, though curved, hit that spot with its frenulum. The bulk of that tissue slapped that spot like a tennis player, and through my moans and gasps, it was clear that I would soon cum. But still, I wanted him to fuck me *deeper*. With more authority. I can’t be the only voracious force here…

Suddenly, the phone buzzed again. **5 mins away, thank you for choosing us!**

*Holy fuck. This was bordering on public indecency. If they saw us fucking on the side of the road…both our families, our careers, our reputations would be fucke-*

**“OH MY GOD Laurent.”** I yelled out in bliss. He now started moving his hips side to side now, and my cervix started playing his frenulum like a guitar string. *Fuck public indecency, He’s learning how to fuck me properly… now make me cum baby..*

“Fuck me harder Laurent. No really, fuck me harder. Harder. HARDER!” Laurent felt the pressure now. “Keep doing that… please don’t stop..Oh…don’t stop.” I begged him as he kept gyrating in a circle, mixing up clockwise and counterclockwise motions after 10 or so strokes each. I was so fucking close. You guys have no idea how great it felt.

I gazed past Laurent’s silhouette, silencing the whispered hisses of his beads of sweat that fell off his forehead and onto the engine hood, evaporating. I didn’t care who saw, who heard, who *judged*. I didnt even care about the incoming first degree burn on my back, combined with the damn cloth of my dress as he did all this. All I registered was my absolute pleasure at letting go, letting Laurent own me, and how it felt to look up at a gorgeous, unfiltered night sky. I felt like I was in my old bedroom, with the celestial wallpaper showcasing bits of the Northern Lights, meteors streaking, constellations fighting, and the depth of the universe staring right into my face, unavoidably omnipresent as I turned my head around. I felt like God himself put us in a fishbowl to watch his creations use their vestiges to fuck like he intended them to. As I felt Laurent’s precum tease past his cock and into my pussy walls, surrounded by my wet juices, he suddenly stopped. And flipped me over.

“Time to fuck you like the dog you really are.” *Oh Laurent, I love this side of you*.

“Y-y-y-yes please.. Oh my god. Own me please..”

“Who owns this dick?”

“I do Laurent. You’re all mine.”

“Good girl. And who owns your pussy.”

I paused. *What would Henry think. Oh god. Would I really continue down this path? Was I really this person…Yes. Yes I was. I deserved to be loved. To be fucked. And if he can’t, here’s a man who can,* ***will,*** *and* ***has done*** *so beautifully.*

“…You do Laurent. This pussy’s yours. This mouth is yours.” I moaned these words through gritted teeth and he didn’t wait for my response. He pushed in cock in already and now that I was turned around, his head (not his frenulum) pounded my cervix straight on. A symphony of an “organic,” acoustic guitar now became a cacophony of percussive beats vis a vis his dick-head. He and I both knew we wouldn’t last long. Our combined moans suddenly came into the light, as I made out a faint beam of yellow headlights come over the horizon. The phone buzzed.

**One minute away, see you soon! Thank you.**

“Laurent come quick baby please, the tow truck is almost here.” Laurent seemed to not mind a bit of an audience but he knew I couldn’t risk word getting out that I was being fucked like the town whore on a deserted highway in the middle of the night by a man who wasn’t my husband .

As the tow truck edged closer, now just a few football fields length away, I felt the ever familiar change on temperature in my pussy walls indicating that Laurent was about to cum. And oh boy, cum, he did. I don’t think I felt a gush of cum like that since….well…since I first fucked Henry. This was way more cum than a teenager could ever produce even in his wildest dreams. I glanced back at Laurent, who looked a little guilty, as he read my face clearly: *“Really dude, this much?!?”*

But we both knew I liked it. I quickly got up and gave him a kiss to thank him for his fine work today, and soon the headlights put us in view of the tow truck driver. By then, we both shuffled our pants back on and looked like ordinary, overstressed, sweaty people trying to deal with a car. As I introduced Laurent and myself to the tow-truck driver, I felt beads of cum trickle down my leg and settle into the foamy pads of my insoles. It was exhilarating to speak with a man who wasn’t my husband, with cum belonging to another man who was also not my husband, coating my leg. What a wild night it’s been.
Once the tow truck driver checked out my engine and shut the hood, he leaned over and saw that there was a lot of moisture darted across the hood and a slight indentation.

“Did you guys notice any leaks? There’s a lot of salty residue over here on the hood, and the structure’s been compromised. I think a quick trip to the shop and some suction lifts will take care of it all.”

I glanced at Laurent with a wry uptick of my eyes. “Uhhh we’ve both been working on the car trying to see if we could fix it and the engine ran so hot! We must’ve sweated up a bunch afterwards. And yeah we sat on the hood while waiting for you because the engine heat made the inside intolerable. It’s probably that.”

“Oh.. that makes sense you guys. I’d try and avoid it because it’s such a gorgeous car and I dont want you to pay for any additional damages.” The tow truck driver looked at a small puddle on the ground.

“Oh wow, you two really worked up a sweat eh? That’s the issue with this bigger engines, they run boiling hot.”

“Yes sir. Yes we did,” I said, chuckling. “You’re such a gem helping us out like this.”

The tow truck driver asked if we had a ride, and Laurent gestured to his car down the road. After we said our goodbyes and received info on where to pick the car up, the driver sped off in the distance and now a silence greeted Laurent and I.

“So… what now?” he asked me.

I wondered for a second. Pushed into his body and hugged him tightly. I felt his pecs squish against my cheeks, his nipples poking my chin. “I told you my mouth and my pussy belong to you. But you know something? I think I owe you my ass as well tonight. Take me home and show me what you want to do to me.”

Without missing a beat, Laurent picked me up in his arms and slowly walked over to his car, whispering in my ears “yes ma’am, whatever you say.”

And like that, we made our little 5 min drive over to the hotel with his one hand on his steering wheel and another on the inside of my thigh, as I used my each of my hands to caress my tits and fondle my clit, soaking sweat, pussy juice, and the remnants of his cum into his soft leather seats. I rubbed his dick after removing my hand from my tit until he winced and jerked the car slightly back and forth, indicating he came again in his pants. As we pulled into the parking lot, almost breathless, I sat there thinking about what I was about to do. No, continue to do. I want this. I need this. And as I opened his door and stepped out, *I couldn’t wait for what’s next…*

NSFW: yes

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