Carla's Car Wash Caper, Pt. 2

Carla's Car Wash Caper, Pt. 2 Carla's Car Wash Caper, Pt. 2

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Genre: Erotica

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Genre: Erotica

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After holding out during the automated car wash, I was determined to get my money's worth of sex with the brunette and the blonde. I got more than I ever dreamed of.....

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After holding out during the automated car wash, I was determined to get my money's worth of sex with the brunette and the blonde. I got more than I ever dreamed of.....

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Submitted: April 13, 2016

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Carla’s Car Wash Caper, Pt. 2

Rather than say “fuck it” and just leave the car wash tent in my car, I decided to stay and see just what I would experience. The blonde in the car had nearly sucked me off in the automated car wash and I needed a release. The private area they staged was nothing more than another small tent in the corner. Inside it was well lit and had just a long thin bench in the center, like a piano bench only longer, with thick white padding on top.

Just as they had promised, the blonde and the brunette found me not long after I undressed. They both pulled off the bikinis as soon as the flaps in the tented room closed behind them. The blonde sat on the bench, swung her legs over and lay back. “Feeling your hard cock in my mouth got me really wet,” she said, “how about doing me first so I can get off?”

I was glad to oblige, and the brunette dropped to her knees and as I stood by the bench she sucked on my cock and rubbed my balls with her fingertips. The blonde had one hand on a breast and one rubbing her clit. I was close enough to come in the brunette’s mouth, but I wanted to give the blonde a good pounding.

She lifted her legs in the air and I straddled the bench and pressed the tip of my cock into her. She was soaked and took the full length as I thrusted into her. I pumped for a short while with her legs resting on my chest and then I felt the rush. I eased her legs down and pulled them together as I lifted my legs over hers, one at a time. I was straddling her legs with my cock buried in her, and my balls were nestled between her thighs.

The brunette was back up to her old tricks, just like in the automated car wash ride. “She’s so wet, I can hear your cock squishing in her cunt juice,” she said. “Fuck her hard; she loves it rough.” I tried grinding my body even harder against the blonde.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, and her fingers flew across her clit like lightning. I reached up and put my hand over her mouth and pushed her hand away from her pussy. I pinched her clit with my finger and thumb and she grabbed the bench with both hands and screamed into my hand. I could feel her pussy clenching, and I let her milk my cock with her spasms as she came.

When I finished, I stood and she gasped, “Oh, fuck, that was hot! I came so hard!”

I turned to the brunette, who was standing with both hands in her crotch, one fingering her pussy and one rubbing her clit. I told her to sit on the bench; I wanted to fuck her pretty face. She seemed okay with that. I held her head in my hands and fucked her mouth with slow and deep thrusts. I wanted to last a good while and then watch her eat my cum.

The brunette kept her hands busy while I used her mouth, and when I started getting the feeling that another good load was about to be unleashed, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and there was Carla, still wearing her corset but she had shed everything else. She had the biggest set of pussy lips I had ever seen.

“You got what you earned, but now it’s time for my tip,” she said. “Lie back on the bench and I’ll take what I need.”

Even though she was a tall, heavy woman, she had strong looking thighs and an athletic ass. I pulled my throbbing cock from the brunette’s mouth and lay down on my back on the bench. It was barely wide enough to give my shoulders support, but that didn’t matter. I was about to get fucked by a horny amazon woman and I was going to let her take my load from me.

Carla turned and straddled the bench facing my feet and crouched down over my erection. I saw the blonde leave, but the brunette stayed. When Carla sat down on my shaft, it was incredible. She was tight and barely wet and just impaling herself on my cock almost took me to the edge.

She leaned forward, hands on my knees and took my cock for a ride. She leaned far forward, then lifted up, pulling my cock as her pussy rose to the tip, then she straightened up, and then  slammed down so hard it hurt my balls.

I guess the brunette decided she missed her turn to come because she straddled the bench and settled her pussy down onto my face. I looked up at her smiling face. Damn! She was so beautiful, so when she asked, “Do you mind?” how could I refuse?

She rode my tongue a while and then aimed her clit for my tongue. I flicked the tip of my tongue across it as hard and fast as I could and she bit her bottom lip. Her hands were squeezing her breasts and her juices were seeping into my mouth like liquid candy.

Carla continued to stretch my cock in one direction and then the other, and each time she slammed down on the shaft it was wetter and wetter. I felt like it wasn’t my cock anymore; she had total control of it. Then she lifted up and began pressing her pussy lips over the head of my cock and just taking it inside her, then lifting off. It was like her pussy was kissing the head of my cock and it was driving me crazy.

The brunette started moaning “oh, yeah…oh, yeah…oh, yeah” over and over. I sucked on her clit and she slipped both hands under my head and yanked me harder against her as she came. I knew I was going to lose it anyway, so I reached up and fisted my cock and began stroking it. I managed to find Carla’s puckered rim with the tip of my index finger and I pushed it into her past the second knuckle.

She didn’t seemed phased a bit as I jerked my finger in her backside as her slit kept kissing the tip of my cock. On the upstroke my fist slapped against Carla’s slit but she continued her little teasing game with the head of my cock. “Come on…bring it…” she said.

I suddenly realized what she was waiting for. Just as my cum started squirting, Carla aimed the tip of my cock and washed her clit with my warm cum. The brunette let go of my head and sat on my chin panting while I emptied my balls for Carla.

Carla rubbed the head of my cock across her clit over and over, even after I had quit coming. The brunette got up, leaned down to kiss me on the forehead and left the tent. Carla slid down over my softening cock, grinding down on me, saturating me with the remnants of my cum and her pussy juices and I pulled my finger out of her backside.

When she was satisfied, she stood up and turned to face me. Cum was still dripping from her slit and her thighs were soaked. She had a satisfied look on her face, though.

“I enjoyed that,” she said, “stop by up front and I’ll run a credit on your card for you; you just got a free car wash, mister.”

I lay there, catching my breath as I watched her leave the tent. Damn! She had a really fine ass.

 


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