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Subject: {ASSM} {new story}  Empty Street  (MF, oral, voy, carsex)
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The following story contains graphic descriptions of
sexual acts and is not intended for those offended by
such material or those living in communities where
such material is not permitted. The acts described
herein are the author's fantasy only and are not real
events. 
Please do not redistribute this material without
author attribution.
Comments and criticism by sympathetic parties is
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   Empty Street



   If we could come in dropping down from the night sky we'd first see the
individual lights of the city become separate and distinct, then the roofs
and the tops of trees, the houses and apartments buildings, the businesses
and factories (most now closed), the dark pockets of shadow in the
alleyways and quiet streets.

   We could turn north and run along a main thoroughfare beneath the dazzle
of the halogen street lights, then turn east into this quiet residential
neighborhood.  Slow down now and look carefully down these streets, empty
of people, empty of cars.  The shadows are thick beneath the canopy of tall
trees, the sidewalks run straight as dim ribbons along the placid, silent
lawns.  The streets are empty, the large, stolid houses, set back from the
street, all seem to doze in the warm summer darkness.  There is just one
car parked by a curb, the only car on the street.  Just parked there.

   A man and a woman are sitting in the car, in the darkness.  He is
slumped down in his seat, and so is she.  His arm is around her shoulders,
she is half-turned towards him.  They are both nicely dressed, as if they
have been on a date, but their clothes are now disheveled.  His face is
taut and hot, her lips are slightly swollen, her eyes partly closed.  Their
breathing is rapid and audible.

   "Come on," he urged her in a harsh whisper.  "Open your mouth.  I want
you to suck me.  I want to feel your mouth around me!"

   She lowered her head to his lap, only too happy to comply.  She was hot
too.  Hot for him, hot to feel his flesh inside her, anywhere inside her.
She fumbled at his zipper in an attempt to free his swollen cock from his
trousers.  She felt him pulling her skirt up over her rump as she did so,
exposing her ass to the warm night air.

   She knew there was no one around to see them, the street was dark. 
Darker still were the shadows inside of the car, lit as they were only by
the single street light some yards away.  Even so, the wan light that
spilled over the dashboard was almost like a spotlight in the darkness
which engulfed them, and by its light he could see her clearly as she bent
her flushed face into the shadows beneath the dash and eagerly lowered her
mouth in order to suck him off

   He'd pulled into this street after he decided he couldn't wait till they
got back to her place.  They'd been teasing each other since he'd picked
her up for dinner, played with each other under the tablecloth at the
restaurant, and paused several times as he drove home to kiss and paw at
each other.  But when she'd slipped out of her seatbelt and started licking
his ear and masturbating him through his trousers, pressing her big tits
against him as he drove, he decided he'd had enough and turned off into the
first dark street he came to.  He'd always had a special fondness for sex
in a car, and knew that she was the kind of girl who probably did too.  So
far she'd proven him right.

   In the dimness she could smell him, feel his heat, almost taste him as
she found the zipper on his trousers and pulled it down Her hand was
refreshingly cool as she began to grope at him within the warm humidity of
his pants, seeking to free that hard pole of flesh from his shorts.

   "Mmmm!" she moaned in anticipation and in pleasure as his hand caressed
the firm globes of her upturned ass.  She was half kneeling on the seat,
one leg bent, the other extended to the floor for leverage.  With her skirt
pulled up, he could see where her stockings ended, see the creamy white
skin of her thighs in the white light from the street lamp.

   He squeezed her ass, then ran his hand over her panties, down the over
the shadowy crack between her buttocks, then paused to press and tease at
the dimple of her anus.  He knew she loved this, and she showed her
appreciation by suddenly opening her mouth wide and taking him greedily
inside with a stifled moan.  She yanked him free of his shorts and slid her
head down till she felt the tickle of his pubic hair against her distended
lips, the intoxicating weight and hardness of him against her tongue.

   She shifted her weight, holding onto the steering wheel for balance with
one hand, while with the other she encircled the base of his tool and began
to frig him up and down, lashing her tongue around the head on his penis,
moaning deep in her throat, well aware that he could feel each low moan as
the vibrations reached all the way down to his balls.

   His hand slipped lower, finding its way beneath her panties, along the
curve of her ass down to her hot and ready sex, where he began to tease
her. He cautiously slipped a finger up inside of her, and began to fuck her
in time to the rhythmic bob of her head on his shaft.  The feel of his
finger made her wiggle her ass.  She loved the sound of his moans as she
worked at him, and the way his head fell back against the seat.

   Then suddenly he sat erect.  "What was that?"

   She froze, his hard cock halfway in her mouth.  Her eyes rolled up to
look at him.

   "A light just went on in that house over there." he whispered, gesturing
with his chin towards a house across the street, two doors down from them.
She let him go and raised her head to peer cautiously over the rim of the
dashboard.

   "Where?" she asked.

   "Right over there." But then she felt him relax.  He grabbed her head
and tried to push her mouth back down over his cock.  "It's okay.  Just a
light.  Come on, baby.  Where were we?"

   But she resisted, still peering over the dashboard.  "There's people
over there!" she said.

   He gave a low chuckle.  "I know."

   The silhouettes of two people were clearly visible in the lighted
upstairs window, and they appeared to be gazing right at their car.  She
suddenly realized with alarm that theirs was the only car parked on the
street as far as she could see, and though they were half in shadow, they
would obviously attract the attention of anyone who happened to look out
the window.

   She felt suddenly vulnerable and exposed.  Though she hadn't paid
attention before, as she looked around she now realized exactly where they
were, and that she knew people who lived in this neighborhood, though she
didn't know the inhabitants of that particular house.  There were people on
this street who knew his car on sight, too, and knew that they were seeing
each other.  What if she was seen like this, her dress up over her waist,
her ass in the air and his prick in her mouth?

   "Let's go somewhere else." She said, trying to arrange herself.  "I know
people who live on this street.  They could see us."

   "Relax." he said.  "It's nice and dark.  Besides," he again gestured
towards the people across the street, "you don't know them, do you?  And
they're just enjoying the show."

   A thrill of fear ran through her.  "What do you mean?"

   "It looks like they've got binoculars, and she...  Yeah, they've got a
telescope too.  They must be getting a great view!  Son of a bitch, people
are nosy!  I wonder if they can read my lips?"

   "Please, Baby," she said, afraid to emerge from beneath the dashboard.
"let's go back to my place.  I'll finish you there, where we can have some
privacy.  And some room."

   "No.  I like it here.  In the car.  It's dirtier that way.  Besides,
what have you got against giving them a little show?  Didn't you tell me
you had fantasies of being a porn star."

   "That's different" she said.  "Really, I can't do this if people are
watching us!"

   "Yes you can," he said.  "In fact, that just makes it sexier.  Let's put
on a show for them!  Come on sugar, wrap those sweet lips around me again!"

   She didn't like the tone of his voice, but he was stronger than she, and
perhaps maybe she didn't want to totally resist.  He managed finally to get
her face down in his lap again.  She struggled for a moment, but then
opened her mouth and took his penis back in her mouth.

   "Yesss!" he sighed.  "That's it, Baby!  Now show them how good you are!"

   She let him grab her hair and guide her head up and down on his
expanding shaft, his hips lifting slightly to force it deeper into her
throat, almost choking her.  He was obviously turned on by this new twist
in their love-making, and his enthusiasm soon began to work on her as well.

   "Oh Christ, Baby, your mouth is good!  Your mouth is just fucking heaven
on my cock!  Do it!  Get your ass back up here so I can play with you! 
Ohhh, that's it!  Don't stop, Baby..."

   She didn't know if she was doing it just for him, or if the knowledge
that they were being watched inflamed her, but she did as he said, putting
her knee back on the seat and raising her ass to him again.

   This time he didn't hesitate, but pushed the crotch of her panties
roughly to one side and slid two fingers into her, causing her to squeal at
his rough treatment.  Soon his fingers were wet with her excitement and
sliding easily in and out of her in time to her sucking.

   "Yeah...  Yeah..." he groaned.  "Look at those bastards!  They're
staring right at us Baby, really getting an eyeful.  She's got binoculars
and he's definitely at a telescope.  Ooooh!  Come on, Baby, suck me off!  I
want to come on your face!"

   Knowing she was being watched as she slaved like a common whore, sucking
his cock, taking his fingers into her and wriggling her hips in pleasure,
just made her hotter.  She was ashamed, but somehow defiant at the same
time, and she wanted him to come in her face, wanted him to fuck her with
his hand.

   She thought about stopping and mounting him, about letting these
mysterious voyeurs watch her climb to a screaming orgasm on this dark and
silent street as she rode his cock for all she was worth.  But she knew
that there wasn't room in the front seat, even in a car this size.  She'd
have to coax him into the back seat, out of the voyeurs' line of sight, and
that some of the illicit thrill would be lost.

   "Unh!  Unh!" he was fucking into her face now, shoving his hips up
against her face, one hand on her head, the other gripping the wheel. 
"Play with yourself, Baby!  You know how that turns me on!"

   Yes, she'd play with herself.  She didn't know why she hadn't thought of
it herself.  It was the final admission of what a slut she was; she would
masturbate, pleasure her sopping pussy while she sucked him off.  She took
her hand from the wheel and used it to grip his cock, then reached the
other hand beneath and down to her pussy, where his fingers still pumped in
and out.  Covering her clit, she began to rapidly massage herself,
immediately bringing her pleasure to a fever pitch.

   "Oooh, they like that Baby.  He's taking the bino's now, and she's using
the telescope.  Oh, holy Fuck!  He's got his dick in his hand now!  The son
of a bitch!  He's watching us and beating off!"

   She didn't dare take her mouth off him.  All she could do is moan around
his pistoning cock as she imagined the prying eyes upon her.  She feels him
getting bigger in her mouth, knows he's close.  Her legs start to tremble
and she feels she can no longer support herself, so she falls sideways on
the seat, his dick still in her mouth, her hands still rubbing at her clit,
her legs spread shamelessly apart as she fanatically pursues her pleasure.
She knows she is more visible now then she ever was before as she lies in
the spill of light from the streetlight, but she doesn't care.  She even
revels in it.  The outside world, the voyeurs, the empty street, all fade
into the dim background of her consciousness.  She reminds herself not to
scream when she comes, and she realizes with a small shock that she is very
close now.  Never before has she found the giving of oral sex to be
orgasmic for her, but now her come is thundering down upon her like a herd
of wild bulls.

   The last thing she hears him say is "Oh my fucking God!  She's on her
knees and blowing him!  We made them so hot she's sucking him off!"

   The image is all it takes.  He grabs her hair and forces her mouth over
him as his hips lunge up and his buttocks clench.  He shouts and then a
bolt of come bursts into her mouth, sending her swirling into an orgasmic
maelstrom of her own.  Another burst and she goes rigid as her release
burns through her.  She forgot her promise and screams loudly around his
spewing cock, but the sounds are muffled by the thick come spewing into her
mouth.  Again and again his hips lurch up against her face until she can no
longer maintain the pressure of her mouth upon him.  Her screams trail off
into a whimpering gurgle as she tries to contain his burgeoning load in her
mouth, but the ejaculate starts running out the corners of her painted
lips, down her chin, over his fingers as he continues to pump his seed into
her come-filled mouth .

   Slowly she feels his iron grip on her head relax.  She goes limp all
over, her body trembling, tasting the saltiness of his semen on her tongue,
knowing it lies in pearly strands across her face and chin, knowing that at
the moment, all disheveled and strewn with his ejaculate, she must be the
very picture of the dissolute whore.

   Slowly, their breathing returns to normal and his cock diminishes to its
normal size.  She fumbles in the glove box and finds a pack of tissues, and
does her best to wipe the come off her face and neck.  She takes a
tentative look in the makeup mirror, but knows what she'll see.  Her
lipstick is smeared over her swollen lips, eye makeup running,

   `I look like I've just been fucked in the mouth,' she thinks.  `Well,
what did I expect?'

   She arranges her dress, tried to repair her hair, then finally dares to
cast a glance up and down the silent block.  She sighs with relief.  Still
no cars, no lights, no sign of life.

   Only then does she venture a glance at the voyeurs' window.  There's no
mistaking what she sees.  The woman is on her knees, her hands holding on
to the man's ass, as he pumps savagely in and out of her mouth, the
binoculars, the telescope forgotten.

   For some unaccountable reason, the sight makes her blush.  As she looks
away, she noticed her date's cock is still lolling outside his pants.

   He leans towards her.

   "Hey, Baby." He says softly.  "Do me a favor.  There's some binoculars
in the trunk.  Get out and get them for me?  I want to see this!"









   
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