Paula Sailsbury:

‘This is my year,’ Paula thought.

Paula had always been popular. Being pretty, rich, and with a whole lot of confidence gave her opportunities in life that few can boast of. She had always been in the "IT" crowd, now nineteen, and, in her last year, she was determined to dominate. She had really grown into every bit of the woman over the summer, and now, she was going to flaunt it as much as possible.

Paula got out of the BMW car her daddy had bought her—not bad for a first car after passing your test.

Locking the doors while she glanced around, and taking advantage of the fact she was alone, she took a deep breath and reminded herself, ‘This was her year,’ before heading for the front door to the school.

“I bet that is some ride!"

She jumped in surprise and stood at the side of the steps was Jamie Goldsmith.

‘Little dork thinks he can talk to me, Paula Sailsbury,’ she thought as pure contempt built inside her.

“The car,” he nodded, and she followed his signal to her BMW parked across from them.

She turned to go up the steps, slightly annoyed she had paid any attention to him.

“Ballsy of me!"

She found the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile at his forwardness as she continued up the steps.

“I know, pretty ballsy of me to say it.”

“Damn right,” she retorted.

She forced the smile from her face and became more annoyed. She had given him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence, but she did admire his confidence.

“Nice skirt, by the way,” he said.

Looking down at the grey skirt she had on, It was nothing special, she noted, as it was the same as all the other girls had to wear, but she did appreciate the compliment.

“I liked how it rode up and showed off those legs of yours as you got out of the car.”

“Were you perving on me, creep?” Strangely, she found herself forcing the accusation; she felt she had done so much more than she wanted.

“Absolutely. I mean, you are hot as fuck!” he said smugly.

She blushed at his compliment.

“Ewww,” was the only constructive thing she could think to say.

She didn’t try to go back to the steps behind her, her feet firmly planted where she stood.

“So, that car, did daddy buy it for his naughty, little slut?” he asked, looking at his fingertips

She didn’t know how or when, but she was now a step further from the steps and one closer to him.

“He did.” She looked at him. ‘He is a cocky dork and slightly cute.' She tried to shake the thought from her mind after wondering where that had come from.

“I bet he buys lots of things to keep his dirty, little girl happy.”

She found herself asking if she was a dirty girl.

“Is it a full leather interior?”

“Yes, it is black.”

Again, without knowing how, she had gotten so close to him.

Jamie took a step and was now right beside her, finding herself pleased that he had the confidence to approach her. The gulf in social class should have meant she was out of his league, so it really turned her on that he seemed unfazed by it, so ballsy about it.

“How about you show me the inside?"

‘Presumptuous, little shit,’ She thought. She would never put herself in a situation where people could get the wrong idea.

“Sure.” It left her mouth, but she hadn’t expected it or that she would start to walk towards the car.

She popped the locks open, with a satisfying mechanical sound, with the remote and rounded to the driver’s side. Opening the door and elegantly lowering herself into the car, he was soon in the passenger’s seat beside her.

He reached down and slid his chair back as far as it would go; she had to admit that it was a smooth move.

He reached over between her legs and found the handle for her seat and pushed it back level with his.

“Smooth move," she playfully coyed.

He reached over and kissed her before she could finish. She found it rude that he had the balls to cut her off, in her own car, no less, but she kissed him back. Her tongue probed his mouth as he began to paw and groped her pert tits over her cardigan and shirt.

He broke the kiss, and she watched him in amazement as he unzipped his trousers right in the middle of the car park. He pulled his hard cock free.

“It isn’t going to suck itself, Paula,” he said, "How Ballsy of me to get it out for YOUR pleasure, Paula. After all, it's Ballsy of you to be turned on doing this kind of thing in public."

She looked out the rearview mirror to see if they were alone before eagerly going down on him. She took him deep into her mouth and sucked him hard. She imagined him looking down at the back of her head, her silky, smooth, black hair in a ponytail, waving and flowing as she bobbed her lips over his rock-hard cock.

She was aware of something in the corner of her eye. The phone was clearly on and recording; she winked into the lens and resumed her duties of sucking him while her eyes seduced the camera. She acted the part, the dirty little slut, enjoying the attention.

Paula found herself unbuttoning her shirt, Jamie's hands slipping inside her shirt as she sucked his cock, his grip on her breasts over her white bra firm and hard but not brutal.

Paula found herself unbuttoning her shirt, undressing herself to allow him access, as Jamie's fingers slid beneath her shirt, tracing over her bra, she took hold of her breast, possessively but gently. Her lips moved downward, enveloping him in an intoxicating embrace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. His grasp on her bosom remained steady, strong enough to convey his dominance without being harsh or cruel. Their passionate encounter stimulated a connection between them, leaving zero room for hesitation and doubt on Paula's behalf. fuelled by the heat of desire for his cock in her mouth and for him to feel her pert tits.

"Squeeze my tit." She moaned seductively onto the tip of his cock,

"Please," she continued, barely before letting his cock disappear back into her mouth and throat.

Jamie's hand slipped inside her white bra, sending shivers down her spine. As if unable to resist her temptation, he hesitated for a moment before gently gripping her in his whole hand. He felt her nipple harden under his touch, signalling that she was enjoying every bit of this intimate encounter.

As the intense pleasure coursed through his body, he couldn't help but let out a deep moan. This only served to further excite her as she revelled in the knowledge that she had successfully driven him to such heightened sensations. Paula embraced him tightly, wanting to hold onto him with her lips for as long as possible while savouring the ecstasy of him treating her like a dirty little slut.

She could feel his powerful release pulsating within her, sending waves of warmth throughout her entire being. As he finally reached the peak of his climax, she braced herself, knowing what would come next. He pulled away from her embrace, allowing his spent manhood to slide free from her grasp. She remained steadfast, maintaining eye contact with him, conveying an unspoken message of appreciation and desire.

Paula skilfully maneuvered her mouth along the length of his erect member. She deftly shifted her slender body into an optimal position, enabling her to maintain the rhythm of the passionate encounter taking place in the front seat of her vehicle. Her expertise allowed her to simultaneously indulge in the pleasure of giving him head while also ensuring that she could continue to draw him deeper into her throat as he pushed further inside. The perfect balance between these two acts showcased her mastery over both the physical and sensual aspects of their intimate encounter. As they continued on this journey together, Paula's efforts were focused not only on providing him with unparalleled satisfaction but, also, on keeping pace with the fervent desires of her own heart.

As the intensity began reaching its peak, Paula was aware of the increased volume of Jamie's moans that began to reverberate through her body and the car. The sensation was so powerful that it seemed as if every cell within her was vibrating. Her heart raced wildly, pounding against her ribcage like a drummer beating on his kit as she prepared for him. His hips began to buck forward forcefully, driving himself deeper inside her, and her lips clenched around him involuntarily. It was a moment filled with passion and raw desire, a union of her mouth and his cock, which had found solace in each other. As they moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies became one, their breaths synchronized, and their hearts beat as one. He couldn't hold back any longer; the climax was imminent.

Paula welcomed the hot cum he propelled into her eager mouth. She held him firmly until she knew he was done.

Carefully dragging her lips over his cock and closing her mouth once he popped from her grip.

Paula sat back upright in the driver's seat; Jamie had moved the camera up, for a headshot.

She opened her mouth and showed the cum before using her tongue to move the love juice about. She swallowed and then laughed into the camera. She was incredibly turned on and hoped he might offer to help her out, in return.

Closing down the phone, he thanked her before getting out of the car; he leaned in before closing the door.

“Maybe you should just finish yourself off before class,” he said. "Would be Ballsy."

Before Jamie had even closed the car passenger door, Paula had quickly maneuvered herself to allow her skirt to ride up and her right hand shot beneath it, sliding delicately upwards until it met the soft fabric of her panties. With eager fingers, she pushed the panties aside and began exploring the warmth and moisture that awaited her there.

Paula moaned loudly and shuddered at her own touch before she shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet and her upper back, pushing against the car's footwell and the seat back. This subtle movement allowed her to slide further along the leather seat, bringing her closer to the edge of it. With her left hand gripping the steering wheel, she continued to use her right hand to tease and pleasure herself, expertly manipulating her fingers amidst the space between her lean, athletic thighs.

In no time at all, Paula found herself experiencing a powerful climax. The intensity began to subside. As she took a moment to gather herself, trying to regain control over her breathlessness and the spinning world around her.

Just when she thought she could safely exit the vehicle. She looked through the windshield, only to be met by a scene that sent shivers down her spine. Surrounding her car on the school grounds was not merely a group of people but rather a throng of spectators. These were not ordinary passers-by; they were fellow students, boys, specifically.

Instead of offering assistance or displaying concern, these young men were clapping their hands together, creating a cacophony of noise. It seemed like they were cheering her on, revelling in what had transpired inside the car. Overwhelmed with embarrassment and fear, she scrambled out of the vehicle, She had to admit it did turn her on how Ballsy she had been, she hurriedly passed the boys and the comments heading for the bathrooms as that familiar horny feeling began to grow inside her AGAIN.