Sometimes Its Just a Need part 4-5

Her hands trembled, as she felt the strong and hard body beneath her hands. For the longest time all she could do was feel the beat of His heart. Now that she had the chance, she didn't know what to do. If she could have, she would have laughed, but all that passed her lips was a strangled sob as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She lifted her eyes to His, praying somehow He would understand what she herself didn't. Hoped He could read the confusion, the frustration and anger that held her trembling within the cocoon of His arms. She wanted to touch Him, needed to, but she didn't know how...

He watched her quietly, catching every change of expression, every attempt, and every hesitation. And the light in His eyes warmed, the smile that He gave her, took her breathe away. Without another word, He tipped His head, kissed her cheek and murmured softly into her hair. "Let's Go". And He gave her a choice, He held out His hand, offering it to her, so she choose. In that moment, as her slender fingers slid across His, He smiled, nodded once, and turned. Collecting her bag from the booth. Her hand tucked into His. They stepped outside, into the sleepiness of the night.

His car was parked just up the street, and they walked silently. He let go of her hand, and slid His arm around her waist. His voice deep and husky poured over her as He leaned to whisper. "You look good enough to eat". And she laughed startled by the comment. He unlocked the door, held it open for her as she slipped inside. She looked up, wondering why He hadn't shut the door to find Him admiring her legs, as the skirt rode up, offering a glimpse of a satin garter. He met her eyes and then the door shut.

As He moved around the back of the car, her doubts creeped in. As He slid behind the wheel and started the car, as the car pulled out into traffic, the thoughts chased themselves around her head. "Now What" she wondered. The need to know He was pleased, the need to touch Him came back in full force. She found herself sliding across the seat, moving close to Him, one long nailed hand slid along His thigh. He cocked His eyebrow and grinned. Turning His head and giving her a nod. He reached down, and the seat slowly reclined.

There weren't many people on the Highway this time of night. Mostly truckers, as He watched her. Felt her fingers slide along His inner thigh, felt her twist in the seat as His belt was released, the button of His pants... When she began to tug on the zipper. He slid a hand through her hair, looked into her eyes. "Use Your Teeth, no hands". Her eyes flared, as she moved onto the seat, legs curled under her, ass facing the passenger window, her mouth brushed against the material. His cock strained and He reached out to push the long hair from her face so He could see her, as He set the car on cruise control.

He felt the warmth of her breath as she found the tab of her zipper. His stomach muscles tightened, and He slid one hand down over her back, moving over the curve of her ass, He slowly pulled the short skirt up. With the zipper free, she reached out and dragged His cock free, He felt her hand curl and tighten around Him. ((((SLAP))) the sound cracked in the car and she cried out as His hand landed on her bare assflesh. She looked up in confusion, as His hand slid over the flesh just spanked. He smiled, "Use Your Mouth, no Hands".

She nodded, and her head sank down between His legs again, He lifted up and pushed the pants and underwear down to His thighs. As He did his cock brushed her lips. He spoke softly. "Slowly...love it, need it, taste it...show Me how much You really want it" The car flew down the highway, He leaned back, looking in the mirrors as it drove itself at a sedate 55 mph. He watched her in between, felt the warmth of her mouth as she tipped her head to the side and her wet lips slid slowly along the underside, smiling at her, as she came over the top. Not moving His hips, He let her have her way, stretching His legs or shifting His position as she took her time.

To be continued...


PART V



With the car on cruise control, and the highway deserted, He let her have her way. Encouraging her with soft sounds, quiet words. His hand slid down her spine and under, tugging at the sweater until the scooped neck was beneath her bare breasts and they spilled out into his hand. He wasn't gentle, his fingers curling around the full titflesh, pulling it down, weighing it in his palm as he heard her groan around his cock.


"You like that cock don't you? You are doing such a good job, now take it deeper!"


As he said this his fingertips captured a nipple, tugging it at first, rolling it gently between his fingertips. As his cock went deeper, one hand slid to the back of her head and he jerked his hips upward, grinning to himself as he saw her whole body jerk as she gagged on his thick meat. Just then lights began to flash, she couldn't see them yet but he could and looking at the clock on the dash, he thought to himself, right on time. He turned into a rest stop that was pretty much deserted, still not having told her they were being pulled over. When he parked the car, she started to lift away from his cock but a hard swat on her bare ass was enough to keep her busy.



His hand slid down her back, over her skirt, fingers dragging over her bare ass, the tips of his fingers teasing over the tight rounded curve before pressing lower to curl around her cunt from behind. His voice when it came, was low but unconcerned, "we are being pulled over baby," his hand tangling back into her hair, his voice soft, "No don't get up, keep doing what you are doing, but arch your back, spread your kneEs, show him your pretty cunt and ass and i'm sure we can work something out." Just then the flashlight shone in the car and the officer spoke.



"Hands where I can see them Sir."



He put his hands on the steering wheel, and looked up at the officer, and grinned. Seeing the expression on His face when he saw the woman with her head in his lap her bare ass up high in the air, her hands almost behind her back. Even as the officer looked on, the mans hips arched upward, fucking her mouth, watching her body tighten. He spoke only as two males can to one another, "Good evening Officer, what seems to be the problem?" The flashlight was bright in the darkened car, he felt her begin to lose focus just as the cop asked for drivers license and insurance.



At this point he said to her, "babe you need to get up and get my wallet out of my pants."



When she lifted her head her hair a dark tangle of silk around her, the lipstick almost gone from her lips except a small smear near the corner, her dark eyes not comprehending really, she understood what had happened, but she was already in the zone, and she didn't want to come out of it. Pushing up to kneel, her breasts spilled out over the cups of her bra, over the top of the sweater that he had pulled down, her short skirt around her hips the darkness between her legs almost revealed as she reached down and pulled the wallet from the pants at his ankles. As she looked into His eyes, she felt suddenly stripped, bared, beautiful and needier then she had ever been. A soft sound escaped and she was moving forward again, wanting to taste him again on her lips, wanting to be filled with his scent.



It was then the cop spoke again, she had almost forgot him. "Miss I need your I.D. as well."


She looked up startled and repeated him, "I.D.?"



"Yes Ma'am your I.D. please."



"I don't have any I.D. with me officer."



He gave her an assessing look as if he suddenly wondered if she were a prostitute. Handing back the drivers license to the man, he turned to speak with him.



"Did you have to pay for that?" a movement of his head indicating the girl. It was all planned more or less, the driver knew the cop and as there eyes met he turned to look at her. "yeah but shes worth every penny." He reached out then and patted her thigh.



The look on her face comical, she was stunned. "Please."



Somehow the word slipped from her lips, as she tried to pull the skirt down. But even to her, she wasn't sure if it was a please don't or please don't stop.



The Officer cocked an eyebrow voicing the same thing. "Please What?" and with a bit of a smirk continued, "Step out of the car Ma'am."



The officer moved around the car and pulled open the passenger door, before she had time to comply. He was treated to the sight of long legs encased in stockings, hooker heels and framed by the bunched up skirt, a sweet rounded ass and the pouting poke of her cunt lips. She looked to her date and again was confused when he winked at her. But it didn't have time to register as she felt the sudden (((SLap))) of the leather gloved hand land on her right ass cheek, before she had time to cry out another ((Slap)) landed and she heard His voice sounding angry.



"Step out of the car Ma'am."



She stretched one long leg out first, the heel finding the rough concrete and then the other joining it. He reached out and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her out of the car.



"press your hands to the hood Ma'am and spread'em."



She started to turn around when she felt something long, hard and cold against her inner thigh, then felt her feet kicked apart wide, her neck pressed to the roof of her car. Breasts bared, the cold night air against her swollen sex and she felt herself begin to tremble. The night stick seemed to trail up her inner thigh, and then higher, sawing between the swollen lips of her cunt as she felt a nipple suddenly being bitten. Her body arched, so her breasts were offered and her ass tipped as if offering herself, and she was, the slickness of her cunt painted the night stick as she heard the cop behind her chuckle. Felt His body press fully against her almost naked one, the dig of his belt, the roughness of his trousers and the hardness of his cock grinding against her ass, she heard him say into her ear.



"What a needy little cunt you are."



The next sensation she felt was her cunt being spanked, before she was pulled back by her hair and the cop spoke again,
"I could take you in for prostitution, or we could work out your punishment right now. which will it be slut?"



She tried not to smile, the first thought in her head was, oh my. She could feel him pressed hard and strong behind her, she even heard the chuckle of her date, knowing he already knew what she was thinking. Arching, her ass pressing hard against his cock, her tits thrust outward she begged softly. 'Please."




The masculine chuckles filled her ears and she felt so embarrassed, it was one thing to have a fantasy such as this, another to admit it to yourself, but even harder, the admission and the plea to be used, to beg to be handled, used, taken. But she had done it and now her heart raced, if they said no, but part of her knew they wouldn't.



The driver grumbled, "my dick is getting cold."



The cop laughed and pushed her head down so she was inside and over the seat, her ass and feet still on the pavement. A fist in her hair and she was given the cock that had begun to get "cold." her dates voice. "Suck it slut." And she didn't need to be told twice. Lips parting, her hot wet spit sliding down over the crown and length of his cock soon followed by the softness of lush lips. The fist tightened, the hips lifted and she heard his sigh of pleasure, his murmur of "good girl."