What would you do if the hottest god you ever saw was waiting for you by your car after a hectic afternoon in the supermarket? Ignore him? Or give in to your own lust and make love to him right then and there in public? Life is like a box of chocolates – full of surprises – you never know what you're going to get ;)
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The driver door opened full width and remained. Marla paused for a second as she approached her car boot, opened it and threw in her shopping. She kept eyeballing to her left periphery, keen to see who it was, feeling a little scared even – was he dangerous? She risked a better look and saw the silhouette of a perfect male figure. Broad lean shoulders, long aquiline face and perfectly groomed hair, slightly waved. A long torso with a broad chest complemented by long, strong arms. A crisp white shirt opened at the neck, white gold cufflinks, an obviously expensive watch, shone through the windscreen and door window. Marla pursed her lips. Whoever he was – he was obviously pedigree. She had the briefest fantasy of having vigorous sex there and then at the boot of her car, shamefully, disgracefully, in the busy carpark. A burst of tingles erupted like a bullet from the barrel at her two second superintense fantasy. [...]
She had to look again at those big long fingers and that big manly hand.
"Big fingers – big cock" She thought. Her shy smile turned to a wicked smirk as she loaded the last of her bags. Just imagine having sex with that right now in the back of the car! Or worse (or better?) right in the middle of the car park [...]
Marla stood at the open black door of the Chrysler and for the first time gazed down upon him. He simply smirked up to her cheerfully from his carseat. He knew perfectly well he was blocking her way and simply raised his eyebrows as she stood there, swallowing her saliva and taking a soft breath.
"Umm... Will you excuse me?" She murmured politely, suppressing her smile as much as humanly possible as is appropriate to do so.
She could not help but look him up and down. She simply couldn't help herself. She saw the muscular swell of his lean legs against his designer black trousers, the shimmer of his belt. She could bet he had a six pack under that white shirt. And the bulge on that crotch – she had to stare at it for a very long two seconds, twice, and could have stared for much longer – like a child in a candy shop. A plume of tingles grew from the hot gunpowder peppered from the bullet long fired. Her clitoris gave its first tug of tension as tingles bloomed like a rose [...]
"Marla. You're absolutely gorgeous and I cannot possibly resist you. Do you know how that feels? To fall madly in lust and simply want to do everything there and then on the spot with the person you fancy?" He gave the most wicked of grins – as if knowing her thoughts. Marla knew she couldn't hide the truth.
"Yes," She drawled "I most certainly do..." She couldn't help but blush crimson and look at him over her eyebrows, bending her chin into her neck like a guilty child who raided the cookie jar.
"Has this happened recently???" He smirked wryly.
"Yes... It has..." Marla confessed, her throat went dry [...]
Immediately he put his arms around her waist, pulled her gently yet firmly against his hard body, and softly kissed her little mouth. The scent of his hot body beneath his very expensive cologne was invigorating and Marla had to gasp and hiss for breath through her nostrils as his big mouth softly sucked and massaged her cherry lips. Tingles flowed and sloshed around inside her vagina like warm water, causing her breathing to deepen and shudder with heaviness. His big hands squeezed against her lower back before wandering down over her white shorts fondling and softly squeezing her succulent bumcheeks. [...]
"Marla. I'm going to strip you naked now, and fondle you all over, then I'm going to touch you inside after massaging your vulva. I want to kiss it and taste it deep inside with the tip of my tongue. Then we can make love, right here, right now, in the carpark."
Marla's heart raced and skipped three beats. "Finger me and put your tongue inside me???" She whimpered. The thought of it sent her vagina into a flurry of tingling torment. And the idea of doing it right here, right now, was terrifying yet irresistible.
"Yes. Finger you and tonguefuck you. And I'm going to give you a Yoni massage in between. Would you like me to do all that to you?" The god smiled. [...]
Her succulent full breasts hung openly in public as she stood trembling and blushing in the carpark before the god. She couldn't help but look around nervously and her mind could never be certain whether people were paying attention or going on about their business. She looked to the god with wide lucid eyes, afraid, afraid of the disgrace and possible arrest.
"The police might come..." She moaned.
"Oh don't worry about them," he winked "I'll take care of that – be assured." [...]
The wispy outside air caressed her legs and the tingles welled deeper and stronger inside, burning her clitoris, as she now stood only in her little white lace panties which barely covered her bumcheeks and mons veneris in the increasingly busy carpark. More people were coming out of the supermarket and she was sure some were not merely looking but staring her way. A bolt of embarrassment shot through her like lightning [...]
"Step out of your panties please." The god cajoled, with a singing note in his teasing voice.
Marla struggled to step out. Her knees jerked as her thighs trembled and she almost tripped over her own panties and feet twice, clutching onto the gods shoulder for support she could feel her bare bum and cleft waving freely. Somehow her bum felt as if it was in some unbelievably vast open space – and in a sense it was. She tottered out of her panties only after he slipped off her white sandals to help her along. Now she was completely 100% stark naked [...]
"I want to finger you now."
"Oh God please! People are coming!" Marla begged. She was getting frantic. This was overwhelming. But the god simply stood there for a moment, smiling, looking at her nakedness. Then he knelt beside her, flinging her clothes away in every direction.
"Right here, right now Marla." He cooed [...]
"Oh please please make me cum! Oh God please! Let's go home and make love I'm so ashamed!" She wailed and drawled between gasps as his unrelenting fingers continued their rhythmic dance. Whoops and cheers erupted in response to her plight. Someone was dangling her shorts, another her panties, someone else had her bra.
"Not yet," the god smirked "you have fans and I haven't even given you your yoni massage yet." [...]
"Are you all getting a good view? Hmm? Do you like watching her naked vagina getting fingered? Can you see it all?" The god encouraged the audience. Cheers, approvals, highly explicit appraisals, and all kinds of lewd nods of agreement poured over his shoulders upon her bare body. The shame of being naked and fingered was incredible and exhilarating to the extreme [...]
"Can everyone see all of my vagina?" Marla drawled. She oddly wanted to hear the god tell her yes – she welcomed the thrill that the shame delivered. It deepened her tingles and kept her teetering beautifully on the edge of orgasm in a way she only dreamed of.
"Yes," the god said "they can see everything [...]
"Not yet." The god whispered placidly. "There's a good girl. Relax for the audience. I'll kiss your coochie and fuck you soon."
"Oh God please fuck me... Please just fuck me right here right now." Marla drawled in a drunken half whisper like a sleepy little girl, shamed shameless, her entire vagina hovering on the edge of deep orgasm.
The god smiled and kept massaging and rubbing warmly.
"Please just fuck me... Please fuck me... Please... Just fuck me..." Marla murmured, with her eyes closed and her head in a swoon, over and over, as her breasts heaved in anguish.
The god removed his hand and warmly placed his face against the entirety of her vulva. Something about that – his entire face against her 'down there', his eyes so close, drove her back to shuddering anguish again. When he began softly kissing up and down the slit and over the clitoral hood she couldn't help but tremor and buck and jolt and beg as she grabbed his hair. [...]
"Mmmm... Can you see that?" The god asked his audience "Marla, I'm going to tonguefuck you now like I promised. Then I'll take you right to the middle of the carpark, show you off and fondle you. Then I'll fuck you and make you cum."
"Ohhhhhhh God!!!" Marla wailed, she was dying to cum, and the shame of what she had yet to endure besides the unbearable tease was too much to endure. [...]
"I'm going to have sex with him in five minutes time." She thought, and that soothed her – relief at last, with him, in public in front of all these people!!! She didn't care where it was – so long as she had him – yet doing it in public, now that's the cherry on top of something very special.
Marla tried not to look anyone in the eye. As soon as she looked at their cheering faces the most incredible waves of shame overwhelmed her. She could do nothing but blush and cringe, smiling crimson, trembling and sweating. They were at the other side of the car now. Eyes darted up and down her bare body. Everything felt so sensitive, she felt every wiggle and wave of every bodypart, even her ribcage and abdominal muscles – things she usually never felt before [...]
Then the she noticed the cop car, its flashing headlights, and the two police officers emerge from the crowd. Staring straight between her legs the police officers looked shocked, then grinned – and pretended to look semi serious as they approached.
A wave of absolute terror hit Marla like a bombshell. Her clothes were long gone. She had no idea where they were except her torn knickers in the gods' pocket.
"OH GOD!" Marla wailed, half in tears, her legs flopped down and she slipped off the car bonnet and almost on to the tarmac. One cop grabbed her arm and lifted her as the other approached. [...]
She felt the cold clasp of the handcuffs around her wrists and the firm grip of the police officers hand, drawing hers behind her back. The click of the handcuffs was louder than the whoops and catcalls from the audience. That very moment of incarceration was one of unbearable dread. Her legs turned to jelly and she felt like she was going to pee herself [...]
The cops frogmarched her to the middle of the carpark, the crowd grew in size and completely encircled her. She felt everyone staring at her total nakedness, front and back, handcuffed and unable to cover herself [...]
"I need to pee." She yipped.
"Did you hear that? She needs to pee!" The god cajoled the audience again. The roars and cheers were deafening and the grins on the cops faces compounded shame upon shame. To be naked in public in front of the cops was something special – to pee, fuck and cum in front of them was otherworldly. Marla knew it was inevitable. There was no turning back.
"Do you need to cum also?" The god asked softly.
"Yes..." Marla gasped. [...]
She had to look again at those big long fingers and that big manly hand.
"Big fingers – big cock" She thought. Her shy smile turned to a wicked smirk as she loaded the last of her bags. Just imagine having sex with that right now in the back of the car! Or worse (or better?) right in the middle of the car park [...]
Marla stood at the open black door of the Chrysler and for the first time gazed down upon him. He simply smirked up to her cheerfully from his carseat. He knew perfectly well he was blocking her way and simply raised his eyebrows as she stood there, swallowing her saliva and taking a soft breath.
"Umm... Will you excuse me?" She murmured politely, suppressing her smile as much as humanly possible as is appropriate to do so.
She could not help but look him up and down. She simply couldn't help herself. She saw the muscular swell of his lean legs against his designer black trousers, the shimmer of his belt. She could bet he had a six pack under that white shirt. And the bulge on that crotch – she had to stare at it for a very long two seconds, twice, and could have stared for much longer – like a child in a candy shop. A plume of tingles grew from the hot gunpowder peppered from the bullet long fired. Her clitoris gave its first tug of tension as tingles bloomed like a rose [...]
"Marla. You're absolutely gorgeous and I cannot possibly resist you. Do you know how that feels? To fall madly in lust and simply want to do everything there and then on the spot with the person you fancy?" He gave the most wicked of grins – as if knowing her thoughts. Marla knew she couldn't hide the truth.
"Yes," She drawled "I most certainly do..." She couldn't help but blush crimson and look at him over her eyebrows, bending her chin into her neck like a guilty child who raided the cookie jar.
"Has this happened recently???" He smirked wryly.
"Yes... It has..." Marla confessed, her throat went dry [...]
Immediately he put his arms around her waist, pulled her gently yet firmly against his hard body, and softly kissed her little mouth. The scent of his hot body beneath his very expensive cologne was invigorating and Marla had to gasp and hiss for breath through her nostrils as his big mouth softly sucked and massaged her cherry lips. Tingles flowed and sloshed around inside her vagina like warm water, causing her breathing to deepen and shudder with heaviness. His big hands squeezed against her lower back before wandering down over her white shorts fondling and softly squeezing her succulent bumcheeks. [...]
"Marla. I'm going to strip you naked now, and fondle you all over, then I'm going to touch you inside after massaging your vulva. I want to kiss it and taste it deep inside with the tip of my tongue. Then we can make love, right here, right now, in the carpark."
Marla's heart raced and skipped three beats. "Finger me and put your tongue inside me???" She whimpered. The thought of it sent her vagina into a flurry of tingling torment. And the idea of doing it right here, right now, was terrifying yet irresistible.
"Yes. Finger you and tonguefuck you. And I'm going to give you a Yoni massage in between. Would you like me to do all that to you?" The god smiled. [...]
Her succulent full breasts hung openly in public as she stood trembling and blushing in the carpark before the god. She couldn't help but look around nervously and her mind could never be certain whether people were paying attention or going on about their business. She looked to the god with wide lucid eyes, afraid, afraid of the disgrace and possible arrest.
"The police might come..." She moaned.
"Oh don't worry about them," he winked "I'll take care of that – be assured." [...]
The wispy outside air caressed her legs and the tingles welled deeper and stronger inside, burning her clitoris, as she now stood only in her little white lace panties which barely covered her bumcheeks and mons veneris in the increasingly busy carpark. More people were coming out of the supermarket and she was sure some were not merely looking but staring her way. A bolt of embarrassment shot through her like lightning [...]
"Step out of your panties please." The god cajoled, with a singing note in his teasing voice.
Marla struggled to step out. Her knees jerked as her thighs trembled and she almost tripped over her own panties and feet twice, clutching onto the gods shoulder for support she could feel her bare bum and cleft waving freely. Somehow her bum felt as if it was in some unbelievably vast open space – and in a sense it was. She tottered out of her panties only after he slipped off her white sandals to help her along. Now she was completely 100% stark naked [...]
"I want to finger you now."
"Oh God please! People are coming!" Marla begged. She was getting frantic. This was overwhelming. But the god simply stood there for a moment, smiling, looking at her nakedness. Then he knelt beside her, flinging her clothes away in every direction.
"Right here, right now Marla." He cooed [...]
"Oh please please make me cum! Oh God please! Let's go home and make love I'm so ashamed!" She wailed and drawled between gasps as his unrelenting fingers continued their rhythmic dance. Whoops and cheers erupted in response to her plight. Someone was dangling her shorts, another her panties, someone else had her bra.
"Not yet," the god smirked "you have fans and I haven't even given you your yoni massage yet." [...]
"Are you all getting a good view? Hmm? Do you like watching her naked vagina getting fingered? Can you see it all?" The god encouraged the audience. Cheers, approvals, highly explicit appraisals, and all kinds of lewd nods of agreement poured over his shoulders upon her bare body. The shame of being naked and fingered was incredible and exhilarating to the extreme [...]
"Can everyone see all of my vagina?" Marla drawled. She oddly wanted to hear the god tell her yes – she welcomed the thrill that the shame delivered. It deepened her tingles and kept her teetering beautifully on the edge of orgasm in a way she only dreamed of.
"Yes," the god said "they can see everything [...]
"Not yet." The god whispered placidly. "There's a good girl. Relax for the audience. I'll kiss your coochie and fuck you soon."
"Oh God please fuck me... Please just fuck me right here right now." Marla drawled in a drunken half whisper like a sleepy little girl, shamed shameless, her entire vagina hovering on the edge of deep orgasm.
The god smiled and kept massaging and rubbing warmly.
"Please just fuck me... Please fuck me... Please... Just fuck me..." Marla murmured, with her eyes closed and her head in a swoon, over and over, as her breasts heaved in anguish.
The god removed his hand and warmly placed his face against the entirety of her vulva. Something about that – his entire face against her 'down there', his eyes so close, drove her back to shuddering anguish again. When he began softly kissing up and down the slit and over the clitoral hood she couldn't help but tremor and buck and jolt and beg as she grabbed his hair. [...]
"Mmmm... Can you see that?" The god asked his audience "Marla, I'm going to tonguefuck you now like I promised. Then I'll take you right to the middle of the carpark, show you off and fondle you. Then I'll fuck you and make you cum."
"Ohhhhhhh God!!!" Marla wailed, she was dying to cum, and the shame of what she had yet to endure besides the unbearable tease was too much to endure. [...]
"I'm going to have sex with him in five minutes time." She thought, and that soothed her – relief at last, with him, in public in front of all these people!!! She didn't care where it was – so long as she had him – yet doing it in public, now that's the cherry on top of something very special.
Marla tried not to look anyone in the eye. As soon as she looked at their cheering faces the most incredible waves of shame overwhelmed her. She could do nothing but blush and cringe, smiling crimson, trembling and sweating. They were at the other side of the car now. Eyes darted up and down her bare body. Everything felt so sensitive, she felt every wiggle and wave of every bodypart, even her ribcage and abdominal muscles – things she usually never felt before [...]
Then the she noticed the cop car, its flashing headlights, and the two police officers emerge from the crowd. Staring straight between her legs the police officers looked shocked, then grinned – and pretended to look semi serious as they approached.
A wave of absolute terror hit Marla like a bombshell. Her clothes were long gone. She had no idea where they were except her torn knickers in the gods' pocket.
"OH GOD!" Marla wailed, half in tears, her legs flopped down and she slipped off the car bonnet and almost on to the tarmac. One cop grabbed her arm and lifted her as the other approached. [...]
She felt the cold clasp of the handcuffs around her wrists and the firm grip of the police officers hand, drawing hers behind her back. The click of the handcuffs was louder than the whoops and catcalls from the audience. That very moment of incarceration was one of unbearable dread. Her legs turned to jelly and she felt like she was going to pee herself [...]
The cops frogmarched her to the middle of the carpark, the crowd grew in size and completely encircled her. She felt everyone staring at her total nakedness, front and back, handcuffed and unable to cover herself [...]
"I need to pee." She yipped.
"Did you hear that? She needs to pee!" The god cajoled the audience again. The roars and cheers were deafening and the grins on the cops faces compounded shame upon shame. To be naked in public in front of the cops was something special – to pee, fuck and cum in front of them was otherworldly. Marla knew it was inevitable. There was no turning back.
"Do you need to cum also?" The god asked softly.
"Yes..." Marla gasped. [...]