Natasha’s Tits

The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy.

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Shhhhhhh...

... can you keep a secret?

It's something that most guys don't know about us girls.

Promise not to tell?

Okay, here goes.

Deep down, we want guys to control us...

... no seriously...

... we do...

... let me explain.

We do NOT want guys to control our minds, our choices, or our lives.

We want them to control our bodies... sexually.

When we are with a guy, we want him to touch us in ways we've never been touched before, find pleasure spots we didn't even know existed, and then take us to heights of orgasmic ecstasy that we normally couldn't reach on our own.

It's why girls have fantasies about being "taken" by a guy, even by someone we don't know.

Yes, we want it to be consensual...

... and we want it to be safe...

... but most of all, we want to give up all control and just enjoy while guys do amazing sexual things to us.

That happened to me once.

It was someone I'd never met before.

I could have stopped it.

I'm so glad I didn't.

My name is Natasha, and this is the story of how I was taken.

I was a college sophomore studying to be a small animal veterinarian at a university up in the mountains. It was a lovely college town with lots of students who mixed regularly with the locals.

I was also part of the Alpha Sigma Sorority, which was a great organization filled with lovely girls who were fun, outgoing, and intelligent. One reason I got involved with Alpha Sigma was because they did car wash fundraisers and donated all the proceeds to the local animal shelter where I volunteered.

The car washes were very popular and always made a lot of money.

Why?

One word...

... bikinis.

There were a lot of hot college girls in Alpha Sigma, and we knew exactly how to bring in the customers. In addition to wearing our bikinis while washing cars, we would be sure to "accidentally" spray each other with the water hoses, have little soapy sponge fights, or even get each other to untie and adjust our bikini tops from the back, never quite showing anything before retying the straps.

It was a buffet of eye candy, and we knew it.

Yes, it was a little naughty, but all in good soapy fun, and for a great cause.

Although I was a little sexually naive, I wasn't completely ignorant, and was very skilled at the art of flirting.

I also knew how to rock a bikini.

My long blonde hair had lovely loose curls that cascaded half way down my back. I had bright sky blue eyes and a really cute smile. Since the university was up in the mountains, there were hills everywhere, and all that walking made my legs and rear very toned.

I was a great package, but I have to admit, my absolute best feature were my breasts.

I had the type of rack that made guys actually whimper out loud. My breasts were firm, perky, and would enter a room a split second before the rest of me. I knew people were always checking out my rack, trying to be discreet about it, but often failing. I just accepted it as something guys did and took it as a compliment.

Then... there were my tits.

Firm, erect, and extremely sensitive, my tits always drew a lot of attention from everyone. More than once, I've busted a guy staring at my breasts just a little too long whenever I wore a low cut top. Sometimes, if I went without a bra, my nipples and areoles would clearly show through a thin white t-shirt.

When I say my tits are very sensitive though, I'm not exaggerating. My nipples become erect very quickly when touched and I can actually have an orgasm when someone kneads my breasts, especially if they slowly draw down on my tits.

I discovered once while taking a shower that I could make myself come by squeezing and lightly pinching my tits over and over, especially when I lathered up with soap or body wash first. Soon after that, my showers started getting longer and longer as I spent time making myself come.

I often went without a bra during the day because I would get tiny jolts of pleasure from the fabric of my shirt rubbing against my liberated tits. Of course, because of this I would often wear very form fitting tops or tucked in t-shirts.

I didn't mind... and apparently neither did anyone else.

So, when the day of the car wash arrived, I was sure to wear a bikini that I could tie in the back as tight as I wanted.

This particular bikini had a swirly pattern of sea green and sky blue which matched my eyes perfectly. The top had strings that tied in the back and around the neck while the bottoms tied in a bow on each of my hips.

Since I knew I was going to be on display a lot that day, I made sure to arch my back as much as I could when I put my top on and then pull the strings really tight before tying them, stretching the thin fabric up against my erect nipples.

I smiled slightly at myself as I modeled in front of the full length mirror in my apartment that morning. My tits were basically saying hello to the world and I just knew all the college guys getting their cars washed would love it.

With the small bottoms fitting snugly against my rear and the fabric gripping my pussy tight, I was going to make everyone's mind explode.

Whenever we had our car washes, the Alpha Sigma girls would take turns between washing vehicles in the parking lot behind a local filling station and holding signs near the road to bring in more customers.

I actually enjoyed being the "sign girl" because I got to essentially wear a bikini on the sidewalk and flirt with all the cars passing by. In addition to the customers I brought in, I would always get some friendly honks or whistles as guys drove past me.

Some girls are offended by that, but I always took it as a compliment, and it's not as if I wasn't trying to draw attention to myself.

I was doing a great job bringing in car after car through the mid-morning, keeping all the other Alpha Sigma girls very busy washing vehicles when a very nice looking charcoal sedan with tinted glass drove up to me. I waved enthusiastically and trotted over to the driver's window just as it came down.

"Hi," I said in my perkiest voice, leaning over at the waist and laying my arms across the door where the window had lowered, "I'm Natasha, need a wash?"

As he took off his sunglasses, my mouth actually fell open... and my pussy soaked itself.

He was gorgeous... like seriously proper movie star gorgeous. Dark wavy hair, deep brown eyes, sensitive smile... really kissable lips...

"Woah girl," I thought to myself, "snap out of it."

He wasn't a student as far as I could tell, looking more like he was in his later 20s. Too young for a professor... maybe a graduate student, or he could just be driving though. All I knew was that my pulse was up and my pussy was wet.

"What are you girls out here for today?" he asked in a voice that made me weak in the knees.

I gave a nervous laugh trying to recover.

"We're Alpha Sigma girls raising money for the local animal shelter."

"Well that sounds like a worthy cause," he gave a slight smile, "I'm in."

"Great!" I smiled back, "just pull around behind the station and the girls will get started washing."

"Well, as you can see, I keep a very clean car," he commented, "it would really only be a one person job."

In noticing how gorgeous he was, I had overlooked that his vehicle was spotless.

"Tell you what though," he said, "I'll give you a sizable donation for the shelter if you wash the car yourself."

I flashed my flirty smile, loving the sexual tension that was happening. I knew he wanted to watch me wash and scrub and rinse his car in my bikini, getting all wet and soapy in the process. All the Alpha Sigma girls (including myself) had done it bunches of times whenever we had a car wash. The bikini show was the main reason we always got so many customers.

This was a little different, though. He was asking for a solo show... of me.

This guy was so unbelievably hot though that I probably would have done it for free.

"Okay," I agreed, gesturing away from the main washing area, "there's a small lot out of the way over there with an outside water hose attached to that small building. I'll go get a bucket and sponge and meet you over there."

"Sounds good, Natasha," he said putting his sunglasses back on.

It was then I noticed that by leaning over all this time, I was giving him a great look at my breasts which had succumbed to gravity and were hanging down, swaying slightly in my tight bikini top every time I spoke.

I instinctively looked down at my rack, and then back up at him again with my lovely blue eyes.

"Enjoying the view?" I flirted as I stood up straight, putting my hands on my hips and rolling my shoulders back.

Of course, this posture made the outline of my hard sensitive tits completely visible through the thin fabric of my bikini top, my breasts straining against the material. Being a shameless tease, I even took a slow deep breath to push my rack up and forward even more.

He played it cool, but had definitely noticed.

"All I can say is 'thank you'." he flirted back.

Flashing him a "you naughty boy" smile while patting his cheek, I turned and headed back to the main group, handing over the car wash sign to my ginger friend Pamela.

Gathering soap, a sponge, and a bucket, I trotted cutely across the parking lot, my ponytail bouncing with each step as I headed for the secluded area behind the supply building. He had already parked his car and set up a lawn chair for him to sit in while he enjoyed the show.

My show.

He was still wearing his sunglasses so it was difficult to tell exactly what he was looking at as I approached carrying a soap filled bucket in one hand and a giant sponge in the other. Had I been a little more aware, I would have realized that he was absolutely loving watching my rack bounce up and down with every step I took, my hard nipples clearly on display through my tight bikini top.

Flashing him a cute smile, I put the bucket down and grabbed the long water hose attached to the wall faucet. Pressing the handle on the nozzle, the very powerful pressure made the water spray everywhere... including splashing all over me.

"OH!" I gave a high pitched yelp, "oh jeez that's cold!"

He smiled at my reaction.

I have to admit, I've done the "accidental" water spray with some of the Alpha Sigma girls before just for show, but this one was genuinely by accident...

... and it was DEFINITELY cold!

It was kind of funny though.

I just smiled cutely and began to spray his car to get it wet enough for a good scrubbing.

He watched me intently as I pre-washed the vehicle and then stooped down to fill the bucket with water, taking the sponge and mixing in a generous amount of soap.

"You sure do keep your car in great shape," I said tilting my head cutely, "you're making this too easy for me."

He smiled slightly.

"I'll find a way to work you hard," he replied.

I gently bit my lower lip and giggled at the double entendre.

Playing along, I stood up slowly and held the large sponge vertically out in front of me with both hands, locking my eyes on him as I squeezed the sponge firmly, causing the soapy water to spill out all over my hands and wrists before splashing onto the concrete. If that wasn't obvious enough for him already, I began moving my right hand up and down the length of the sponge as if I was giving the most epic hand job a girl could give.

He raised his eyebrows at me, obviously impressed.

Turning to his car so that he was looking at my profile, I leaned over the front of the vehicle and began using both hands to scrub the hood. I adopted this position every time I washed a car, as it made the curves of my ass look incredible while I was bending over. It also allowed my breasts to give in to gravity and hang down, bobbing back and forth in my bikini top almost hypnotically as I firmly glided the sponge across the hood.

I became his personal eye candy.

I didn't mind though, I wanted him to look at me that way.

At the time, I was pretty ignorant when it came to understanding exactly how guys fantasized about girls they found hot. Oh sure, I knew how to flirt and tease really well, but I didn't have a clue as to what REALLY goes on in a guy's mind.

In their fantasies, we're objects... sexual toys for them to play with whenever... and however they wish. Fantasy girls are turned on by everything, can be talked into doing anything, and always come harder than they ever have before, all because of what perverted things the guy is doing to her.

I didn't know it, but that was exactly how he was thinking about me.

Climbing up onto the hood was something I wouldn't normally do, but I figured I'd go for it. I was pretty petite so I knew I wouldn't hurt his car when I hopped up onto the front of the vehicle, inching slowly on my knees to get to the windshield without slipping off the hood. I spent a good amount of time washing the top of the car and then the windshield with lots of quick circular movements of my hand, making my milk mounds bounce residually with every stroke, my tight rear wiggling from side to side. I even pressed my tits against the window and scrubbed the glass with my rack, flashing him a flirty look over my shoulder.

He gave a very subtle smile, letting me know that he was really enjoying what I was doing for him.

When I washed the sides of the vehicle, I made sure to have either my tits or my ass facing him all the time so he could enjoy watching me like a naughty boy having a peek into a girl's dressing room.

By the time I got to the back of the car, I wasn't even trying to be subtle. After washing the rear area with the large sponge, I tossed it back into the bucket and placed my bikini clad ass up against the trunk, grinding my hips in tiny little circles to buff the car's rear with my own.

He whistled to himself in amazement as I whipped around to lock eyes on him again, tossing back a lock of golden blonde hair that had fallen in front of my face.

Then, giving him my most badass look, I took the water hose and walked slowly all the way around the car, rinsing it off as I strutted for him, keeping my back arched and my tits pushed out the entire time.

Finishing with the rinse, I decided to give him one last tease. Holding the hose out in front of me, I leaned over to get a sip of from the water stream.

"Ooooo!" I yelped as some of the cold cold water splashed onto my breasts, making me jump involuntarily as my bikini top got soaked.

When I looked down at my rack, I noticed that my tits were unbelievably hard and fully erect.

My audience of one made no secret of looking directly at my milk mounds in awe.

I tilted my head slightly and smiled.

"You're welcome."

I wasn't aware of it at the time, but it was at that very moment when he knew he had to fuck me.

My eyes widened when he stood up and I could see the massive bulge in his trousers as he walked over to me.

"So, Natasha," he said reaching into his pocket, "how large of a donation would you like for your excellent bikini show... um... I mean car wash?"

I smiled and blushed a little.

"Whatever you feel like giving," I answered, feeling just a little self-conscious standing there wearing just my wet bikini while he was fully dressed, my figure radiating just inches in front of him.

He gave me a sly look.

"All right then," he said as he pulled a handful of cash out of his pocket, "I'll give you a five hundred dollar donation if you take your top off."

I did a double take.

"Excuse me?" I said raising my eyebrows, not sure which part of his sentence was more surprising.

"Oh come on," he said reaching up to slightly tug on my bikini string, "that's a great deal, and it's all for a good cause, remember."

This was definitely something I hadn't done before. I pondered for a moment, trying to decide if I could actually take my top off for him.

It was for a good cause after all...

Moistening my lips nervously, I reached behind my neck and pulled on the string to untie the bow. Then, staring up at him with a look of reluctant obedience, I reached around and pulled on the other string tied behind my back. My top immediately popped off from the release of tension, my full pert breasts spilling out as I handed the discarded fabric to him.

Even though I knew I had a great figure, and one heck of a rack, I still felt very vulnerable standing there topless in front of someone I had just met less than half an hour ago.

It was extremely erotic though as he began to walk around me slowly, looking over every inch of my features. I tried to appear confident as I stood there modeling my breasts for him. He took his time, clearly enjoying himself as he walked around front to face me again.

"Natasha, those breasts are perfect," he complimented, "I've never seen a more beautiful pair."

"Thanks!" I said with a cute little smile while a voice inside me said, "Get it girl."

"How about we make it really interesting," he suggested.

My smile disappeared.

"W-what do you mean?" I got so nervous I almost swallowed the words.

He gently put his hand under my chin and looked directly into my eyes.

"I'll double it if you take off your bikini bottoms."

My mouth fell open in shock.

Was he serious?

"But I'll be completely naked," I protested by stating the obvious.

"Yes," he confirmed, "you will."

I hesitated, putting my hands on my hips.

"I don't take off my clothes for just anybody."

"Ah, but I'm not just anybody," he said moving his hands to gently touch my breasts.

My eyes widened as he gently made contact with my nipples.

Oh no...

The jolts of pleasure began immediately...

"Umm," I closed my eyes in reaction to my tits being touched. They were already very hard from the cold water and were ALWAYS extremely sensitive. My breathing became short and quick as he gently rubbed my tits in tiny circular strokes with his thumbs, sending little surges of intense pleasure through my entire body.

"I... d-didn't say you could t-touch my breasts," my voice quivered as I tried to gain some control over the situation.

"That's right, you didn't," he began to knead and massage my milk mounds, lightly squeezing my tits as I rolled my head back, sighing contentedly as the pleasure quickly escalated.

My breasts were always my weakness... and I knew if he didn't stop soon, he was going to make me come.

"But... I... ooohhhhh," my protest was cut short as the jolts of pleasure began traveling from my tits to my pussy.

I knew I was in trouble.

"Now then," he continued to work my tits with his soft but firm hands, "you were about to take off your bikini bottoms for me."

I was in a haze of pleasure, getting closer and closer to a beautiful orgasm, but I managed to nod in submission and reached for the bikini strings on my hips. He moved closer and began kissing me lightly over and over as I pulled on the bikini strings.

(pop)

The fabric immediately fell off the curves of my rear and down to the ground, leaving me completely exposed, and STILL his hands continued doing wonderful things to my tits.

Standing there stripped of my bikini while he methodically massaged my sensitive breasts and bombarded me with endless sensual kisses finally pushed me over the edge.

"Ohgod... ohgod..." I whispered desperately into his ear between each kiss as my entire body began to shake, "I'm going to come... ohgod..."

"Natasha," the sound of his voice was turning me on so much, "does massaging your tits make you come?"

"OH!" I gasped, barely registering his words as the waves of unbelievable pleasure began to wash over me.

"Answer me," he firmly pinched both of my erect nipples.

"OH!" I gave a girly yelp from the sudden twinge of discomfort.

He insisted on making me admit it.

"Mmmhmm," I nodded quickly, covering my mouth to prevent me from crying out as my entire body convulsed in orgasmic bliss...

... and he didn't stop, relentlessly continuing to work my rock hard nipples with his torturous touch.

"MMMMM!!!!!!!" I gave a muffled scream into my hand as I felt the powerful contractions in my pussy. Ohmygod it felt so good! It was more intense than anything I could do to myself, and the fact that I was outside, stripped, and being sexually tortured by this total stranger made it that much more explosive.

"Natasha," he spoke softly into my ear as his hands continued firmly squeezing and lightly pinching my massively sensitive tits, "I'm going to fuck you... deep... right here... and right now, so if you're going to stop me, this is your only chance."

I swallowed hard. His words were making me so unbelievably horny and desperate to come again.

We both knew that I was going to do everything he told me to do.

I wanted him to have his way with me.

"OH!" I yelped in surprise as he forcefully spun me around to face the car, firmly taking me by the wrists and placing my hands on the hood.

"Don't move," he ordered.

I nodded quickly in submission.

"Yes sir."

Reaching for the large sponge, he lathered up the soap while I waited in anticipation for whatever he had in mind.

"We're not finished washing yet," he said ominously as he began gliding the sponge all over my body, giving special attention to soaping up my perky rack.

"Oh no, not again," I said more to myself than to him, knowing that what he was doing would definitely make me come very hard... very soon.

As he methodically soaped up my entire body with the large soft sponge, he used his free hand to squeeze my breasts one at a time, drawing down on my tits with each pull.

"Ohgod! Ohgod!!! OHGOD!!!!!" My cries got louder and louder as he mercilessly gripped my sensitive tits over and over as if he was milking them.

"These breasts are amazing Natasha," he whispered into my ear, dropping the sponge into the water bucket and cupping both of my knockers from behind at the same time.

It was twice the pleasure... and twice the torture.

"OOHH!!!!! OHGOD!!!!!!!"

I was in another world, the jolts of sensual delight firing through my entire body every time he squeezed and drew down on my hard erect tits.

When he began blowing gently into my ear, however, I knew I was done for.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OH FUCK!!!!!!!!"

I screamed as I came hard, my entire body trembling and convulsing as the orgasm overwhelmed my senses. My pussy walls contracted over and over, my eyes rolled back in my head as the euphoria washed away my mind. It was a feeling I never wanted to end.

"OHGOD!!!!! YES!!!!! DON'T STOP!!!!! OHGOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!!!!!!!"

"You are so beautiful when you come, Natasha," he whispered into my ear.

His voice was so loving and sensual, I felt like he could make me come just by talking softly to me.

Suddenly, however, his hands disappeared, leaving me a panting soapy mess of a college girl. I tried to catch my breath, but he wasn't going to give me any rest, and by the time I knew what he was going to do to me, it was too late.

"Time for a good rinse, Natasha," he said as he took hold of the water hose and squeezed the handle on the nozzle.

"OOHH!!!!!!!!!" My eyes shot wide open as the water sprayed all over me, "SHIT THAT'S COLD!!!!!!!"

I immediately started trying to get out of the way.

"Don't move, Natasha," he ordered giving my soaked ass a hard slap.

(SMACK)

"OH!!!!!" I yelped as he spanked me.

"Keep still while I'm rinsing you off."

(SMACK)

"OH!!!!! DAMMIT!!! YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS AREN'T YOU!!!" I said more as an accusation than a question.

He smiled to himself, finally releasing the handle. I was completely soaked and shivering from the cold rinse.

"Now," he said wedging me between himself and the car, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me in position, "let's turn the water pressure up to maximum."

My eyes went wide, watching helplessly as he moved the nozzle head between my legs, holding it just an inch away from my clit.

"OHGOD! NO!!! OH NO!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Squeezing the handle, the water instantly came out of the nozzle with the pressure of a fireman's hose.

"OHGOD!!! OHGOD!!!" I threw my head back as the powerfully intense water stream hit directly on my clit.

"OHGOD!!! OH FUCK!!!!! OHGOD!!!" I cried out as I immediately started coming from the massive water pressure on my sensitive pleasure nub. My entire body convulsed as orgasmic jolts overwhelmed me completely.

"OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!" I wiggled my hips violently in a desperate attempt to get my clit out of the path of the extraordinarily powerful water stream hitting relentlessly between my legs.

There was no escape however. He held me firmly in place, and all I could do as I came over and over again was scream.

"OOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!! FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKK!!!!!!!"

My cries were long and loud, but I was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing me. My primal desires took over and I began rolling my hips in tiny circles almost involuntarily on the powerfully intense water stream as it forced another orgasm from my pussy.

"OHGOD!! HERE IT COMES AGAIN!!! OH FUCK!!!!!!!" I cried out as my pussy muscles contracted hard and I began squirting... something else I had never done before.

"OH FUCK!!" I was in tears, my entire body convulsing as another orgasm hit hard and my pussy exploded with liquid.

"OHGOD I CAN'T STOP COMING!!!"

He didn't let up for one moment.

I looked over my shoulder at him with the most desperate eyes.

"OH PLEASE!" I was begging shamelessly, "PLEASE STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!! OHGOD I'M COMING AGAIN!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The water pressure was just too powerful, and mercilessly continuous. It wouldn't stop, or even give me a moment to rest. All I could do was scream and beg while the most powerful orgasms were being forced again and again from my gushing pussy.

"OOOHHHH!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!! PLEASE NO MORE!!!!!!!"

Just as I thought the onslaught of forced pleasure would destroy me, he let go of the nozzle and the hose fell to the ground.

"OH!" I cried out in relief as I collapsed onto the hood of his car, my breasts squishing against the wet metal.

I couldn't move, my muscles were quivering and absolutely useless. I was stripped naked, soaking wet, and convulsing in orgasmic aftershocks on the hood of his car.

I must have been a sight to see.

One thing I was sure of, however...

... my pussy felt amazing.

He had done things to me no one had ever done before, and found pleasure spots I didn't even know I had.

I was so grateful that he had taken total sexual control of my body, and I smiled in euphoric contentment as I rested on his car hood.

I had forgotten one little detail though...

... and as I felt my legs being spread further apart by his soft but firm hands, I suddenly remembered...

... he was going to fuck me.

My eyes went wide when I felt something large and hard nuzzle up against my soft pussy lips.

"Are you ready, Natasha?" he asked, placing his hands on my hips.

I raised my head slightly to look back over my shoulder at him with pleading eyes.

"Ohgod yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

My entire body locked in tension as I felt his perfect rod part the folds of my labia and begin to tunnel into my warm wet pussy.

My mouth fell open in a scream with no sound as I felt the entire length of his cock slowly fill my love canal one inch at a time.

His size was perfect, and I felt like I could have his cock in my pussy all day.

"Mmmmmm," I purred as his entire length came to rest inside me, and as I felt his hand grab my long blonde locks of soaked hair, I knew I was in for a great fucking.

Suddenly he was pulling on my hair hard enough to raise my head off the hood as the full length of his cock began to thrust back and forth deep into my abyss.

"OH YES!!! OH FUCK YES!!!!!"

I cried out as my entire body jolted against the car from the sheer force of his every thrust. It was a deep fucking that I had never experienced before. I felt like an object... his object... his sexual toy to play with, and it was amazing!

"FUCK... ME... FUCK... ME... FUCK... ME!!!!"

The hits were so strong and deep that I could only get a single word out before I ran out of breath each time he pounded into me.

"OH... FUCK... ME... YES... FUCK... YES... FUCK... ME!!!!!"

I don't even remember what words I was yelling. I was just trying to hold on for dear life as he took me. It was like his cock was an explosive that needed to go off and slamming it into my pussy as fast and as hard as possible was the only way to make it happen.

I tried to find something... anything... to hold onto, but the smooth wet hood of the car was too slippery. The only thing keeping me stable was his hand pulling on my hair and his cock banging me over and over.

I couldn't escape, I couldn't brace myself, I couldn't even fuck him back. All I could do was scream as he took me.

When I felt his entire cock swell inside my pussy walls, my eyes opened wide. He was ready to come inside me!

"YES!!!! OHGOD YES!!!!!"

I screamed to the sky as I felt my pussy clinch around the entire length of his shaft from all directions, suckling on his man tool as it fired its liquid deep into my pussy.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKK!!!!!"

My back arched when he pulled on my golden hair as if he were yanking on the reins of a young filly, my breasts proudly presenting themselves as my entire upper body was lifted off the hood of his car. He still had my lower body pinned to the side of the vehicle with my legs spread wide apart and his cock filling my pussy as we both came together.

I must have been a sight to see.

However, as his cock emptied everything it had into my abyss and my pussy contractions made my entire body convulse in blissful orgasm, being seen was the last thing on my mind.

When his cock had finished with me, he collapsed onto my back, pinning my body to the hood, both of us breathing hard with exhaustion. After a few moments, the hand that had been pulling on my hair let go and began softly caressing my cheek as he slowly pulled his cock out of my now filled pussy.

As we both started to catch our breath and the post orgasmic euphoria washed away our minds, he rolled off of me onto his side, those dreamy eyes gazing into mine.

We didn't say anything... we just smiled... and then started laughing.

He caressed my cheek and gave me a long sensual kiss as I closed my eyes and just got lost in the feeling.

Pulling out of the kiss, I gave a cute titter and looked at him with schoolgirl infatuation.

"Wow," my sky blue eyes must have been shining.

"You are an amazing woman, Natasha," he spoke softly, kissing me lovingly again.

"I have NEVER been fucked like that before," I admitted, "what you did to me was amazing."

"You're welcome," he said as if he did this kind of thing all the time.

Getting up off of the hood, he tucked his precious cock back into his trousers and extended his hand to help me.

As I stood, my legs quivered, and it took me a moment to get my balance. He opened his trunk and pulled out a big soft fluffy pink towel, wrapping it around me for warmth. I smiled cutely and snuggled inside the cozy fabric. He kissed me gently on the forehead and then took a sealed envelope from his pocket.

"Two thousand dollars for the animal shelter," he said handing me the envelope.

My eyes went wide.

"Really?" I flashed a bright smile, and hugged him excitedly, "oh thank you! Thank you so much!"

With one last long sensual kiss, he got back in his car without saying a word, giving me a wave as he drove off.

I stood there watching as his car disappeared into the distance, my heart just as full as my pussy.

"Tosh!" I heard Pamela's voice calling at me from a distance.

"Oh!" I whipped around to see the ginger girl walking towards me. Thankfully, she had been far enough away to not have seen what had just happened.

"Are you okay?" she asked, "you've been over here a good while."

"Mmmhmm," I nodded, tossing the envelope to her, "two grand for the shelter."

Pamela's eyes went wide.

"Wow, how did you manage that?"

I gave Pamela my "it's a secret" smile.

That's when my ginger friend noticed that my bikini was on the ground beside me and deduced that I wasn't wearing anything under my towel.

Pamela's mouth fell open in surprise and then turned into a naughty smile of realization.

"You didn't?"

I reached down to pick up my bikini and slung it over my bare shoulder as I walked confidently past her.

"It's all for a good cause."

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A lot of time went into writing this chapter, so please be kind with any comments or feedback. If you're going to be mean, don't bother because I won't respond, I'll just delete the comment. My stories are for people who appreciate the immense work and effort that goes into creating this content. If you enjoyed this story, please have fun reading my other stories as well. I hope all of you remember to love yourselves as well as others. - xoxo Daphne.