I look to my right. There’s a presence looming, though I don’t see a soul around. I keep walking, breath frantic as my pace quickens. I lace my fingers around each key. Just in case. My knuckles are turning white as I grip the car keys between my finger and thumb. I yearn for the safety of locked doors and a speedy escape.

Soon, I see my tiny bug brightly reflecting the light from the single lamppost in the abandoned lot. The air is thick with eerie; something sinister is near. I try to shake the intrusive thoughts away as I rush closer and closer to safety.

I feel my heart in my throat as I jam the keys haphazardly into the vehicle, slamming the door shut behind me just as fast as I whipped it open. Relief finally hits my lungs as I hear the click of the locks. I take a deep breath. I start the ignition, my bug sputters to life. I pull out of the lot and onto the main road. In the back of my mind, the feeling doesn’t go away.

I turn on the radio to try and drown my fears with some music. Irrational at this point. I am alone. There is no one on this road. I am safe. An overplayed pop ballad is humming through the staticky speakers. Normally, I would change the station, but tonight the familiarity brings me some slight comfort.

“Ugh, skip this.”

The car swerves as I whip my head around.

“Keep driving.”

A man is in the backseat. Who is that? I glance in my rear-view mirror. Tall, built, dressed in all black, with brown hair that hangs over his eyes. Blue. So so blue. My heart flutters. In fear? He extends his arm past my face; he’s so close to me. His bicep is staring me in the face. I can smell his cologne. I try to concentrate on the road. He changes the channel to some soft rock station.

“Good girl.”

What the fuck is he saying?

“If you stay playing nice like this we can do this the easy way.”

I try to stay calm. I do not say a word. This could be my imagination. I rub my eyes.

“Keep your hands on the wheel.”

Never mind, this is real.

“Drive straight home.”

I stay silent in hopes my compliance will buy my life. My apartment isn’t far away. I was going to the only taco place still open at this time of night, hoping to get back before the edible I’d taken before I left kicked in. I had tacos in my passenger seat, getting cold by the second. I cannot die now.

Two hands rest on my shoulders as I continue along. I feel myself relax involuntarily. What is going on? Why does his touch feel so warm, and strong? He gently rubs the tendons on my neck. Gentle, but firm. A moan slips past my lips.

My back stiffens. I am in an unsafe situation. My guard is back up. I need to live. For the tacos. I cannot get too comfortable.

Is he seriously humming right now? A low voice is singing along to the song playing. A hand leaves my shoulders as he reaches over to turn up the volume.

“I love this song.”

I pull into my parking spot and turn off the car.

The music stops.

“Hey, that’s not very nice”, he murmurs in my ear, his breath minty, tickles my cheek.

“I think I’ve been very nice,” my voice squeaks out in a whisper. I meant to sound strong and a bit sarcastic, but the nerves got the best of me.

My breath hitches as he wraps one hand around my throat, the other trailing down my chest. He’s gentle, then roughly grabs my bare breast through my thin over sized T shirt. he flicks my nipple softly with his thumb then rolls it in circles between his fingers. I’m so fucked. Literally putty his in fingers. There’s a throbbing between my legs as he grips my neck and plays with my sensitive nipples. He chuckles as my breathing becomes erratic.

He continues on with his assault, tracing down my abdomen. He suddenly lets go and releases my seat belt.

“That’s much better,” he breathed.

The sound of his voice makes me shiver in anticipation. He places his thick hands back on my body, one back around my throat and the other one lower than before. He grips my inner thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumb each one inching closer and closer to my core. I feel like I’m on fire. I’m wearing loose shorts with an elastic waistband. I’m bare under there. It’s laundry day, and life gets busy, don’t judge me. The closer he gets, the slicker it is. His thumb slides right in. I sharply inhale. I was not expecting that. His thumb swirls around and slides right up to my clit.

His grip around my neck tightens.

My head feels so spacey, and my clit is throbbing. He rubs my clit with his thumb in small, rapid circles. My hips rise out of my seat like a magnet as I press it closer to his hands. He takes his thumb off for a second then rubbed two fingers in my most sacred place before dipping in. I unabashedly start to grind against his hand as he rams his thick fingers in and out of my pussy, thumb grazing my clit ever so often. I’m not even hiding it anymore; I’m moaning so loudly I don’t care who hears me.

He loosens his hold on my neck and covers my mouth instead.

“Don’t scream”, he chuckles and then leans over, drags my shirt up with his teeth, then latches his mouth around my swollen nipple, his tongue flicking as he sucks, swirling the nub around. My moans muffle through his hand as my body convulses to the new sensations. My pussy is drooling down his hands as I’m matching each pump that he pistons in and out of me.

I don’t care who this man is at this point. i just want him to fuck me.

“Please. I want you”, I begged.

I don’t even care how pathetic and stupid I sound. I need his inside of me. I want to feel his cock pulsing as he shoots his thick cum inside me. I want to squeeze his cock with my pussy as it sucks all the cum out of him. I want to feel so full after and let it pool in my little panties later.

“I thought you’d never ask, but patience. First, you need to cum for me,” he pulls his fingers out and sucks off all the juices.

“Delicious.”

Disappointed, my hole is empty and gaping from his games. He gets out of the car and suddenly opens my door. He gets on his knees and spins my legs around so they’re hanging out. He rips off my shorts and buries his head into my crotch, his breath tickles as his licks around my hole. Cleaning me up before he attacks. His tongue laps me up then down then straight for my clit. He wraps his lips around it and tugs it teasingly with his teeth. My body jolts. I grab his hair like reins and pull him harder into my pussy, I grind onto his mouth, rubbing my juices all over his face while he flicks and sucks my clit. He pulls me close, then with one hand tugging my nipples he uses the other to pump 3 fingers in and out of my pussy while he eats me greedily.

Faster. Faster.

I’m screaming; my vocal cords feel hoarse. I’m so close. I grind even harder into his face, my thighs closing around his head.

“Cum for me,” he growled, “now.”

My body convulses as I reach my peak but his mouth and fingers do not relent as I gush all over him. He is quite literally sucking the soul out of my body. I try to push his head away but he’s too strong. In less than 30 seconds, I cum again.

His face glistens in the dim lights of the parking lot as he finally pulls out for air.

“Now you’re ready,” he grins.

I’m still catching my breath when he drags me out by the arm, pins them around my back and shoves me bent over the hood of my car. My ass and pussy feel the cool air of the underground parking.

THWACK.

I jump, but my pussy drools as he smacks my ass. I feel the ripple of the hit. He wastes no more time before rubbing his cock head against my slit, getting it nice and wet before ramming it straight into my pussy, bottoming out at my cervix. I’ve never felt so full. I didn’t get to see how big his cock is, but it feels thick. I feel my pussy creaming around his cock as I acclimate to his size. I try to keep quiet. As I whimper, he begins to pull out painstakingly slow before ramming back in. He does this a couple times, and I get impatient. I growl in frustration.

“Use your words, tell me what you want,” he whispers. I hear the stupid smirk in his voice, gripping my wrist tighter as he pulls back out again. I hear the pop of his cock slipping out of my pussy.

“Fuck. Me. HARDER. FASTER,” I spell out for him, annoyed.

“And what’s the magic word?”

I hate him. He is just playing with me now. My pussy continues to throb and drip in his absence. I eat my pride cause I’m desperate to be filled.

“Please,” I seethed through my teeth.

“Good girl,” he smirked. Then proceeded to give me all of his cock. My pussy was insatiable for him. I need his cum. I’m going to milk him for all he’s worth, his balls slapping against my clit as he fucks me. I’m moaning so loudly now, it hard to catch my breath. He lets go of my wrists and grabs my neck now, pressing my face into the hood. His other hand reaches around to rub my clit again in those small, rapid circles he knows I love so much, spreading all my juices around. I hear my pussy squelching while his cock valiantly soldiers on, I’m dripping onto the concrete floor. I feel my orgasm bubbling up, my hands reach around to grab his ass as I try to pull him in harder. I feel him tense up and his cock throbbing inside me. He makes a guttural moan. It is almost animalistic and gives me 3 more pumps. It takes me over the edge. I feel his cum shooting out of his cock, it pulses as it hits my cervix. The excess seeping out of my pussy.

“I’m cumming,” I gasp, grind harder onto his cock, still hard. He gets the hint and fucks me through my orgasm. He keeps going until I’m motionless. Gasping for air.

“Who are you?” I ask as he finally slips out of me.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. He pulls away, and when I turn around, he is gone.

I grab my tacos from the passenger seat, cum still dripping down my leg, and take a bite.

Not the short trip I had planned, but I can’t say I’m mad about it.