One day, he came downstairs to see what I was up to — which honestly, wasn’t much. He looked at me and said, “Go put a skirt on and meet me outside.”

I blinked. “What for?”

He didn’t answer. Just turned and walked off.

I shrugged, changed into a pleated skirt and a fitted tank top, and went upstairs. When I stepped outside, he was waiting by his car. He nodded toward the passenger seat.

“Get in.”

Once I closed the door, I asked again, “Seriously, what are we doing?”

 “I want you to blow me while I drive. Then we’ll hit a few spots and fuck.”

"That… was not what I expected. But okay. Just as long as we don’t get arrested."

He pushed his seat back a little and unzipped, his cock out and waiting. I leaned over just as he turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and so did I, taking him into my mouth as he pulled out of the driveway.

His foot came off the brake, and we were off.

My head bobbed steadily, up and down, lips wrapped tight around his dick. The thrill of movement made it harder to focus, but that was half the fun. I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye, wondering how much of my head was visible to people driving by or walking down the sidewalk. Every bump in the road jostled me a little, but I stayed on task.

The whole time, all I could think was: This is insane. Hot. But insane.

Trying to guess where we were as the drive went on was kind of fun, in a twisted way. Were we at a stoplight? Did someone pull up next to us? Was there a family in the next car over while I had his cock in my mouth?

Eventually, we slowed and pulled into a parking lot. I popped my head up just long enough to see where we were—a grocery store.

Of course. Broad daylight. Cars everywhere.

Before I could even process that, his hand wrapped in my ponytail and gently tugged me back down, guiding my rhythm again. He started talking, low and filthy.

“Goddamn, you suck cock like you were born for it,” he groaned. “You’re such a nasty little slut, aren’t you? Droppin’ to your knees the second I say so. Don’t even ask why.”

Every word went straight to my core.

“You love this shit. Look at you—sucking me off in public like a good little whore.”

The car went back into gear, and we pulled out of the lot, still moving. I didn’t stop.

If anything, I went deeper. I let spit drip out the corner of my mouth and coating his cock with it. My hand snuck down between us, cupping his balls gently, rolling them between my fingers.

Maybe, just maybe, a little extra attention would earn me a bigger load. One that’d hit the back of my throat and make it hard to swallow all at once.

He moaned, hips twitching slightly under me as we rolled through traffic.

We turned off a main road and pulled behind some building—I didn’t even catch what it was. Maybe a mechanic’s shop, maybe a storage place. Didn’t matter. It was just out of sight enough, and that was all he needed.

He threw the car in park and looked over at me. “Out.”

The tone of his voice made my pussy tingle in anticipation. I didn’t ask questions—I just opened the door and stepped out, heart racing, skirt fluttering in the warm breeze.

He came around the car, already unbuckling his belt as he reached me. “Bend over.”

I turned around and braced my hands on the hood, legs spread, skirt flipped up over my ass. No panties.

He groaned when he saw that and didn’t waste a second. One hand gripped my hip, the other guided his cock straight into me. I gasped —he didn’t ease in, and I didn’t want him to.

The sound of skin slapping filled the empty lot, echoing between the buildings. He fucked me fast and hard, no buildup, no teasing—just raw, reckless thrusts that rocked my body against the car.

“Taking cock behind some random building like a filthy little whore,” he grunted, slapping my ass hard enough to sting.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes—use me.”

He did.

His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my skin as he pounded into me. I was moaning, panting, barely aware if anyone could see or hear us. The thrill of being caught only pushed me further.

It only lasted a few minutes—just enough to fuel the fire—but it was intense. When he pulled out, my thighs were shaking and my pussy was left wanting!

“Back in your mouth,” he said, tugging me toward his lap by my ponytail.

I didn’t hesitate. I bent down and took him in again, the head of his cock, shiny with my juices on it. The taste of my own pussy coated my tongue —a dirty little treat that made me moan softly as I sucked him deeper.

I cradled his balls again, working them in my hand while my mouth slid up and down his shaft. His fingers stayed tangled in my hair, guiding me, controlling me.

“Just like that,” he groaned. “Don’t stop. You keep that mouth on me until I tell you otherwise.”

I nodded with my lips wrapped tight around him, drool already starting to smear along my chin. My jaw ached, but I didn’t care—I wanted him to cum, and I wanted it in my tummy.

He kept driving, casually like this was just any other afternoon. Meanwhile, I was crouched over in the passenger seat, sucking his cock like my life depended on it, praying we didn’t get pulled over.

After maybe ten minutes of that, he pulled into another secluded spot—this time behind an abandoned gas station.

He threw the car into park and grabbed my arm. “Get on top.”

I climbed into his lap, knees on either side of him, and pulled my tank top up over my head, leaving me in nothing but my skirt. He pulled it up around my waist, exposing everything again.

He lined himself up with one hand and slipped down on his cock. I gasped, arching my back, gripping the headrest behind him as I bounced on his cock.

I rode him hard, fast, grinding my hips in slow circles between bounces to feel every inch of him. His hands found my tits and squeezed.  He pinched my nipples and rolled them through his fingers as he thrusted up into me to meet every drop of my hips.

“God, you’re such a fucking dirty girl,” he growled. 

“You mean a dirty little slut, don't you?"

That is just what I was too!

I leaned down and kissed him, wet and messy, our tongues tangling as I fucked him. His hands went to my ass, groping my cheeks like he had many times before.

My moans were loud, desperate. I felt a climax building, my pussy tightening, legs starting to shake.

“I’m gonna cum,” I breathed into his ear.

“Good,” he said, “Cum like a little cock-hungry slut.”

I did.

My head fell back, eyes shut, body shaking as I came hard around him, clenching down and soaking his cock.

He wasn’t far behind.

With a low groan, he grabbed my hips and held me still, burying himself deep as he came inside me, cock pumping me full of cum.

We both sat there for a second, breathing heavy, my chest rising and falling against his.

Finally, he smirked.

“We’ve still got time,” he said. “One more stop?”

I bit my lip and grinned. “Fuck yes.”

We didn’t say much on the way to the next stop. Just exchanged glances. I was a mess—hair tangled from his grip, lips swollen, pussy still leaking his cum into my skirt. I didn’t fix a thing. I wanted to look exactly like what I was: freshly fucked, used, and ready for more.

The next stop was one I wasn’t expecting—but somehow, made perfect sense.

He pulled off onto a dirt road with a small, barely-there wooden sign posted near the trees: "Lakeside Ridge – Nature Trail."

I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

“This place?” I asked, already grinning.

He smirked. “Locals call it 'the Dirty Path.’ People come here for two things—walking and watching.”

My pussy clenched. I thought this place was just a myth, local folklore. 

We parked near the end of the trail and walked into the trees. It was quiet, but not deserted. You could feel it in the air—like the place was alive with secrets. With eyes.

He found a big tree just off the trail and pulled me toward it. “Bend over.”

My palms pressed to the bark as I arched my back, skirt flipping up, no panties. He rubbed his cock on my ass and between my cheeks, making it grow. Once he was boned, he pushed inside me instantly, no hesitation, no warmup. Just hard cock, deep and steady, fucking me like the sex toy he kept under his bed.

I was loud. I didn’t care. I wanted to be heard.

A few minutes in, I turned my head slightly—and there he was. An older man, mid-50s, standing on the path, sunglasses on, a water bottle in one hand. He wasn’t startled. He didn’t walk away.

He just stared.

At me.
At my tits bouncing with every thrust.
At my pussy stretched tight around my brother's cock, pumping into me.

And I didn’t stop. I held his gaze.

My brother leaned in close and whispered against my ear, breath hot. “He’s watching you get fucked like a dirty slut. You like that?”

“Yes,” of course. Fuck yes, I do.”

The man stepped closer, just off the trail, but not saying a word. Clearly not shy, he has seen it here before. Clearly enjoying the show. My brother grabbed my ponytail, yanking me back onto his cock harder as we gave the man a front-row seat.

I licked my lips and spoke directly to the stranger. “You like what you see? Want to touch?”

He nodded. “Yes. I sure would.”

I motioned him closer, and he stepped in, his hand reaching for my swinging tits. He squeezed and tugged on my nipples, clearly enjoying himself.

“They feel good, don’t they?” I teased. “I bet your cock’s rock hard in those shorts. Isn't it?”

Without a word, he unzipped. His cock popped free, already stiff. He started stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on my tits.

“You want to cum on my tits?”

“I’d love to,” he said, voice raspy with lust.

I told my brother to stop just long enough for me to drop to my knees in the dirt. The old man stepped in closer and rubbed his cock between my tits while he jacked it. I pressed them together for him.

He grunted, up on his toes as his body tensed. With a few quick strokes, he groaned and fired—three long shots landing right between my boobs, warm and sticky and exactly what all of us wanted.

As he tucked himself away, I stood up; his cum shot across my chest. I turned back to the tree, grabbed the trunk again, and felt my brother slam back into me like he wanted to punch my cervix.

“Goddamn,” he growled. “You let some random guy cum all over your tits. What a dirty fucking slut you are.”

“I know,” I moaned. “I’m such a filthy little whore. Now finish. Cum in me. Right now. While he watches.”

That was all it took.

He gripped my hips and slammed in deep, grinding against me as he emptied his balls once again. His DNA flooded my pussy while I gasped and arched, clenching around him. My thighs were shaking, legs barely holding me up.

The older man stood nearby, watching every second in silence. Only when we were still and breathless did he nod slowly and walk off, vanishing down the trail like it was just another Tuesday.

He stayed inside me for a beat longer, then slowly pulled out, cum spilled out of me into the ground below.

"Fuck yeah!" I exclaimed.

“Still think this was just a drive?” he asked, smug as hell.

I looked back over my shoulder, tits streaked with cum, hair a mess, thighs soaked. “Best fucking errand ever.”

We got back in the car, still catching our breath, both of us satisfied—sweaty, relaxed, drunk from the orgasms. My thighs were sticky, my tits covered in that old man’s load, my skirt practically glued to my leg from his load leaking out of me.

But the grin on my face? Untouchable.

He glanced over at me as he pulled back onto the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on my bare thigh.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You let some stranger jerk off on your tits.”

I smiled, still thrilled with what just happened. “You say that like I didn’t love every second of it.”

His fingers squeezed a little tighter on my leg. “You looked so fucking hot… bent over, tits bouncing, letting him grope you while I was inside you.”

I leaned back in the seat, tilting my head toward the open window, letting the breeze cool my flushed skin.

“We should go back,” I said. “Seriously. That trail’s perfect. Let’s plan something.”

He glanced at me, raising a brow. “Plan what?”

“A real show,” I said. “Next time we go, we go at the right hour. Dusk. Weeknight. Bring a blanket, wear something easy to take off. Put me on my knees for anyone who walks by.”

He exhaled slowly, cock clearly twitching again in his pants. “You want more people to see you like that?”

I turned to him, my voice filled with lust. “I want to be used. I want to be watched. I want to see the way they stare at me as I'm being filled. I want them to jerk off to the sound of me getting fucked like a toy.”

He groaned, adjusting himself in his seat. “You’re fucking unreal.”

I just smiled. “You started this, remember? Next time… let’s not stop with just one watcher.”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Deal.”