Kinky Phone Sex Operator-Race Debt Paid.

I looked old enough dressed in ripped-up daisy duke Levi shorts and t-shirts to hang around with my brother and his friends. They were all from the local college even though I was still a junior in high school. These guys all had old muscle cars and loved to race. We would go to the city limits on Friday and Saturday nights and race for titles.

There were so many sexy hot fast cars—Doug’s 1971 Malibu, Jimmy, his ’69 Roadrunner, and Matt’s Fastback  Mustang. My older boyfriend Rick had a 1970 Dodge Charger. Oh, and then Tom, who had a smoking hot ’68 Cadillac.  

My favorite thing was having kinky phone sex with my boyfriend Rick and talking him into sneaking me out for a drive. We would get going fast in his car, a silver Charger. Those big V8 engines were so powerful. Oh, how the vibrations of a well-tuned car would turn me on.

I’d wait until we got to the canyon or twisty road. I’d lean over and nibble his ears, Licking and biting at the jugular vein. 

And as we start going to the curves, I put my fingers down into his pants and undo them. He would begin to accelerate even more. So intoxicating to see the head of his cock poking out of tighty whities. I’d go down and suck on him going through the curves of the canyon. Oh, my god, it is the hottest thing. Rick would have to pay attention to the road and not lose control while sucking his cock. The faster he goes, the harder I suck. The harder I suck, the faster he goes… 

I can feel the roar of the V8 against my body. The smell of the leather interior, gas, and oil.  It never took long before the scent of my twat added to that mix of mechanical odors of the fast car.

Eventually, we’d come to our make-out spot. We would slide in the gravel to a stop. Before the dust settled, I would be out of the car even more ready because of the kinky phone sex from earlier.  With my upper body leaning over the hood and spread eagle in the jean miniskirt, I could hear him drop his pants. We wasted no time. As I am staring out over the valley, feeling the hot engine, he grabs my hips from behind and folds me over the hood. I never wear panties for these rides.

Oh, I slam my hips into him, and he shoves himself hard into me. His cock slips into my wet cunt fucking well-oiled piston. We fuck like animals. Hard. No emotion, just basic need. It doesn’t take us very long. I am such an overworked hot piece of metal. I can’t get enough of his big cock.

He’s ramming into me like a piston in a cylinder. Oh, we’re going faster. I arch my back. I scream at the top of my lungs, nobody’s around, but I’m getting fucked out in the open in front of the whole world. Mmm, it doesn’t take him very long, and he spends his full load deep into my fucking hot pussy.

Usually, we would lay there after sex, against the car until he went soft and slid out of me. Sometimes I get lucky, and he would clean my pussy up with his tongue. This always led to another great orgasm. . And then another high-speed run through the canyon to home. Plenty of kinky phone sex for days later.

 But tonight was different. I heard the cars before I saw them.

Do you want to know how that night was different? Be sure to return on Friday to read the rest of the story. If you can’t wait until Friday, then you can purchase my audio blog and hear the whole story in my sultry voice.

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