The valet brings the car around, and the wind tugs at your short skirt, tousling it up into the air and you hold it down in a Marilyn Monroe-like moment. Bucky takes your elbow and steers you towards the passenger door, held open by a very young valet with a very red face. He'd seen something, Bucky guides you into the front seat, slips the red-faced valet a folded bill, and shuts the door. The two exchange a glance tipsy from the drinks you had, you're feeling happy on the ride, knowing all too well what's going to happen soon. And, it's going to be good blocks from the restaurant, he pulls into the dark parking lot behind a closed office building. He backs into a spot at the far end, from here, you can't be seen from the street. Glancing up through the windshield, he quickly checks for security cameras, then shuts off the engine.1
"Don't move," he demands as he gets out and walks around to your door.
He opens your door and turns you to face him, before you know what's going on, Bucky shoves his cock into your mouth, pushing on the back of your head until you gag. Coming up for air, you reach down between your legs and dip your fingers into your drenched pussy with one hand; and with the other, you grab his ass and push his dick down into the back of your throat again and again. Bucky moans, his hands on your head, as you thrust him into your mouth and then, he pulls out fast and is on his knees, with your skirt is pulled up. He pushes your legs apart, one hand on each thigh, and dives in, sucking your clit until it's puffy. With three fingers he fucks you. He pauses, looks up at you, and licks his lips.
"You like that, baby?" His voice deep and low, making goosebumps rise on your arms.
"Yes. Yes." you whimper.
He bends back, his tongue flicking around your clit, his fingers probing deep into your pussy, and you know what he's doing. He's going to make you squirt. You writhe as he sucks on your soft folds and slurping on your juices, Bucky sits up again, this time fucking you hard with his fingers. The squelching sounds coming from pussy, are making you wetter.
"That's it, baby. You're gonna squirt, aren't you?" Bucky's lips near your ear.
"Yes," you quiver and shake as your pussy pulses, and there's a rush of heat as you squirt.
The juices drip down to your butt, and your so wet that you slide in the seat, Bucky slows and begins to withdraw. You want more and push his arm back into you.
"You're going have to wait. Be a good girl," he says.
He reaches into the glove box and grabs a small towel, Bucky wipes you dry, folds the towel, and wipes the seat.
"No messes," he smiles, pushing your legs back together and moving you around, so you're facing frontwards again.
Your hands shake as you put your seat belt back on, crossing your legs and squeeze, hoping to cum again. But it doesn't happen, you lay your head back, knowing you're going to cum again soon. Over and over. You know his thick cock is going to be inside you. Knowing he's going to play with you more, making you squirt and cum until he's ready, then he'll bend you over, slap you on the ass and fuck your brains out. As he gets in, you reach over and grab his cock through his trousers, it's so hard and so thick. If you could right now, you'd straddle him in the front seat. He laughs.
"You're going to have to wait now. We'll be home soon." you lick your lips and bite your lower lip.
You can wait.
Can't you?
Bucky steers both of you toward your home, he flips to the old-school R&B station, the volume turned down low, the beat matching the pulse between your legs you pull your skirt up, so he can see your thighs but not your pussy lips.
"Can't you drive any faster?" your voice is full of eagerness.
"You want me to go slower? You know the rules." He takes his foot off the accelerator.
"I'm sorry." you bite your lower lip.
"Don't be a bad girl." He presses his foot back down, and you speed towards home.
It seems like forever until he pulls into a parking spot outside of your apartment. You sit and wait for Bucky to open your door, your slit dripping and throbbing with anticipation, he follows you up the stairs, your ass inches from his face. You fumble with your keys and lock, your hands shaking from the excitement, once inside, you barely lock the door when he spins you around and presses you flat against the wall. His mouth pressed hard against yours, his tongue searching for yours. You give it to him, circling his, and then a nibble on his lip, Bucky groans and presses you harder, and his tongue is practically down your throat like he is fucking you.
You reach around, one hand in the small of his back, the other on his ass, pushing him toward you as if you could get him any closer. The bulge of his cock is almost too much for you, but you know he needs to be in control right now. You've already taken a big risk, by pulling him closer, Bucky can't stop now, not when you crave his cock up inside you, his balls slapping on your ass while he twists your nipples. Only Bucky can get deep enough inside you to make you squirt, not just once, but three, four, five times so many you lose count. He moves his hands up and under your top, removing your bra, in one quick movement with his delft fingers, Bucky cups your breasts, with his tan hands, and your pink nipples. He moves slowly but hard, sucking each nipple until they are erect and firm, you hear the clink of his belt buckle opening and his zipper, and you know what you're going to get next his thick cock jammed into your mouth until you gag.
Bucky pushes you down to kneel, and you eagerly take the red tip of his cock into your mouth. Slow but eager, the way he likes it. Like before, in the car, you twirl your tongue around his cock, moving down the shaft toward his balls, Bucky moans when you gently suck and slurp on them while holding his dick firmly in your hand.
"What you gonna do with big cock, baby?"
Saying nothing, you peer up at him and slide his entire cock into your mouth, before taking it out, and twisting your hand around in the wetness you left behind. You slide it into your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down while grabbing his hard ass with both hands, you pull out when you taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.
"You can't come yet," you whisper.
"Good girl." He reaches down, pulls you up.
Taking you by the hand he leads you to the bedroom. You step out of your shoes, and let your skirt fall to the ground, while he pulls your top off and letting it slip to the floor in a puddle at your feet.
"You're still dressed," you lick your lips and reach for his erect rod that you so want inside of you.
"Shhh," he pushes his finger to your lips.
"Where's the present I brought you?" you run to the living room, in all your nakedness, knowing he's watching your every move.
You bring your tiny purse back and unsnap. He pulls out the small velvet bag and opens it, letting the silver butt plug fall into your open hand, shivers go up and down your spine.
"Lube?" He asks, and you nod towards you nightstand.
Where there is a drawer of lube, dildos, several rabbit vibrators, and a pair of nipple clamps. He rummages around, finds a mask you forgotten about, and slips it over your head, covering your eyes.
"Don't move." He says, and you hear the squeak of your closet door and the click of the light.
"Mmm, these will do." His voice like velvet and you reach down and touch your puffy clit, feeling your soft wet lips around it.
Bucky helps you sit, then slips what you know are your pair of black stilettos onto your feet. Satisfied, he turns you around and bends you over, your arms outstretched on the bed, his hands on your hips, he lifts your ass up in the air.
"Yummy." He slaps one ass cheek.
It stings, and you moan. He slaps the other side of your ass, repeating as you beg for him to slap you harder. Which he does. With his tongue, he circles and flits around your pussy, staying away from your clit, you writhe as he drips cold lube on your ass, and rubs it in, followed by a slap one that will leave a mark. You wriggle in my shoes and shift your ass, you want him so bad your entire body aches, the tip of the butt plug is cold as Bucky slides it into you, he stops and pulls it out.
"You want this baby?" He whispers close to your ear, and you feel more drops of lube on your back door.
"Mmmm," you moan.
"Mostly, I want your big thick cock fucking me."
"Don't you worry. It's coming." He inhales deeply, then lets his tongue run down your spine as he guides the plug into you.
You spread your legs farther apart as Bucky takes the fingers of his metal hand and thrusts them into you, thrusting in and out hard until you feel the electric surge. Your muscles tighten around the butt plug and his fingers, and there is a gush of juices as you squirt, your insides pulsing.
"That's it, baby, let it go".