Mrs. Adleson Pt. 04

With my hand keeping her pinned to the car she thrashes as I bend down finding a stick about three feet long and a little thicker than a pencil. I smack her across her bare ass with it. She stops thrashing then flinches. Her curses turn into shrill yelps.

She tries to turn her head toward me and I whack it across her ass again, keeping her pinned with my other hand.

In a softer tone she says something I can't make out and I whip her again, this time twice. Instead of a yelp, she moans. She's starting to like it. I do it again, she's definitely moaning and much louder now.

I slide a finger into her cunt to see how wet it is, she's drenched, licking her juices from it, I spank her again. Even in the darkness I can tell her ass is getting red and can see thin whelps, but she's rocking her ass like she's fucking the car.

I smack her with the stick one more time and her whole body shudders as she squirts all over the ground. She's loving this. I could never hurt this woman, but I want to give her the night of her life. I am always hers, tonight though, she's mine.

I gently place my hand on her ass, it's hot to the touch where I've been spanking her, she flinches, it's tender. She doesn't try to raise up from the car as I let go of her wrists. I bend down and kiss the reddened flesh, licking the puffy marks, running my hand tenderly up and down her legs.

She moans lightly, enjoying the break in her torment. Standing up, I rest my cock on her ass as I quaintly explore her back. She begins cooing almost like a pigeon.

Making it to the base of her neck, I wrap her hair around my fist, pulling her up hard as I slide my eager cock into her dripping pussy.

With her face next to mine, I breath in her sweet breath. She whimpers with each of my thrusts as the pace increases. Turning her head a little more she looks in my eyes like she never has, appearing almost younger, more innocent than she even was to me before our affair. She's never been dominated before. I wonder if she's wanted me to do this all along or did she just find out tonight.

She cums again, this time harder than the last. The force of it makes her legs weak. If I let go she'll slide off the car.

"Now, I think I'm ready to cum. Would you like that Mrs. Adleson?" I whisper into her ear.

"Please," seems to be all she can get out.

"Is your pussy hungry for it?" I ask.

"Yes, please Sebastian," she seems exhausted.

I pull my cock out of her except for the head, where I linger for a moment.

She moans, her ass pushing into to me, trying to take it back, then I slam it into her hard. She screams, almost bursting my eardrums. I'm sure half the neighborhood heard, but I don't care. I'm giving her a night she'll never forget.

Slapping her ass hard each time I pull out, then I shove it back in. She's dripping down her legs. I yank her up to my face, "You like being my whore, don't you Mrs. Adleson?" I hiss into her neck as I lick her.

She nods, legs shaking, unable to speak. I pound her cunt, feeling like I'm not doing it hard enough, I let go of her neck, grabbing her hips, pulling her into me. Yes, much better, now I'm hitting her pussy hard. The slapping sounds are echoing throughout the streets.

She's tightening up, ready to cum. I'm ready as well. We are going to cum together.

Grabbing my ass from behind her, her pussy opens up as she screams. I flood her cunt with blast after blast of my hot seed as she coats my cock with her slick cream. It's insane how long we cum and when it's over, we both collapse to the ground.

Through my haze, I notice blue lights maybe two blocks down. Someone must have reported the screams. I almost have no strength left, nudging Mrs. Adleson, she doesn't' respond. Looking at her, she's awake and looking at me, just not acknowledging anything.

I grab our clothes from the ground, searching for my keys and fish them out along with hers from her coat, opening the passenger side door. Mustering all my strength, I scoop her off the ground and carry her to my car, placing her in the seat and shutting the door.

Going to the other side I turn the key to accessory, shift into neutral and push the car backwards from the driver's door so I can push and steer at the same time, down the rarely used trail behind the shed. I just pray there's no cops on the next street over. I still don't have my pants. I'm sure they are in her car and I have know idea where it is.

She's really out of it. She's barely sitting upright and just staring out the passenger side window like we are out for a leisurely drive.

It would look a lot worse on me if we do get pulled over, especially if she's unresponsive. I'm driving with just a shirt on, what's left of it anyway, she's naked under her coat with whelps and bruises that I inflicted, and she's filled with my cum. This will look pretty bad until it gets sorted out, then a different kind of bad. No good ending unless I can get her to her car, cop free.

Seeing no cops or lights, I push it into the road and jump in, slamming the door and putting it into neutral while it's still rolling backwards. I turn the key and thankfully it starts first try. Putting it in drive, I take it up to the speed limit and keep driving. No cops, thank gawd. I drive to a busier part of town where we have less of a chance of getting pulled over for being out this time of night, so I can give the neighborhood a chance to settle down before we go back. Can't go to my house, I have nosey neighbors who know Mrs. Adleson and my parents that never seem to sleep.

It's much brighter here and I'm hoping no taller vehicles pulls beside me at a light and looks in at my bare lap.

"Mrs. Adleson! Have you got your cell on you? I'm sure your husband has been trying to call you with the cops searching through our neighborhood and all. He may have heard you scream," switching between looking at her and the road.

"Mmm...that was wonderful Sebastian," she says dreamily.

"What?" I ask, irritated.

"You really gave it to me tonight, I mean you fucked me like I've always wanted," as she stares out the window, not a care in the world, her hair blowing.

"Are you not freaking out? The police are searching the neighborhood for a screamer. I'm sure your husband is looking for you. I've got to figure out how to get you back to your car without him or the cops catching us," I tell her frustrated.

"Don't worry so much Sebastian. Let's bask in the night's events for a moment," she's coming out of her stupor.

"I'll do that when I have you back in your home safe and sound," as I watch the rearview mirror like a criminal escaping the scene of a crime.

"I've never felt so fulfilled. I mean really, I couldn't fuck you right now if I wanted to. I'm too sore. I've never experienced that before and I've been pretty rough on myself masturbating. Could we stop and get a drink?"

"Are you crazy? I'm not wearing pants.

"I don't mean through a drive through. Just take me somewhere and I'll go in. It will just take a moment. I need something cold," she sounds almost desperate.

"Okay. I can't say no to you. Just try to hurry. Remember you're naked under that coat. Do you have money on you?" I say, worried about her.

"Yes, I have a card in my jacket," she shows me.

I pull up to the nearest, safe looking convience store and park as far away from the entrance as I can. She gets out and briskly walks in. A minute or two later she comes out carrying two drinks. Getting in, she hands me one and sips on her straw as we pull out of the parking lot.

"Back to what we were talking about. Are you sore? I'm on fire," turning in the seat with her back on the door, facing me.

"Yeah, now that I've calmed down a little, I'm kind of sore," I admit.

She pops the top of drink and scoops some ice out, putting it into her mouth. I can hear it crunching.

"Mmm...that's better," she sounds relieved.

I turn to look at her just as she opens her jacket and places the cup between her spread legs.

"What the hell are you doing? I ask, totally shocked.

"My pussy hurts and I'm cooling it off. Would you like me to ice your dick for you?" Sounding so innocent.

"No thank you. You know I'm going to have a hard time driving with you like that," I say.

"I'm sorry, but it already feels a lot better," she says turning the cup to the opposite side.

"Do you think we've been gone long enough for your neighborhood to calm down?" I ask, but get no answer. I turn to see if she heard me. She's biting her lip while moving the cup up and down on the outside of her pussy.

"Mrs. Adleson! What are you doing? I thought you were too sore," I ask amazed.

"I keep thinking about earlier. It was so nice. My pussy is sore, but my clit's okay," pulling a piece of ice from the cup and placing it directly on her nub, moaning.

"You are insufferable. You're also going to be my downfall or the death of me," I tell her.

"I'm sorry Sebastian. I promise to be done by the time we get back to my neighborhood. I just need to cum one more time and it feels so much better when you watch," she puts another piece of ice on her clit and swirls it.

My dick rubs against the steering wheel. I look down at it, it's hard. I grab it around the base and start slowly stroking it while looking between her and the road.

"Yes, Sebastian. That's so hot. I love watching you stroke your beautiful cock," she puts a piece of ice in her pussy, inhaling sharply. I love her expression. She's concentrating so hard on watching me masturbate, biting her lip.

"Oh gawd, I wish I could slide on top of you right now," she says, speeding up her pace, the wet sounds getting louder already.

Without warning she lifts her ass off the seat and sprays me with her hot juices, her moans ending in a scream. Shifting her body around in the cramped space, sliding on the wet seat, she rests her head in my lap between my dick and the steering wheel.

"I want you to cum on my face before you drop me off Baby," she says looking up at me wantonly.

Reaching down between her legs, she gasps as I coat my hand in her cream, then bring it back to my cock, nice and slippery.

She slides her coat off and pushes it into the floor. Looking at her completely naked with her head in my lap as her tits bounce from the movement of the car is almost too much for me. I didn't think I would be able to cum anymore, but already I feel my balls contract as I'm getting ready to shoot another load.

She knows I'm close and closes her eyes, ready for me to cover her face. When I erupt it almost hurts from the number of times I've cum tonight, but I still manage to saturate her face and hair.

The rest of the ride is pretty quiet. Mrs. Adleson sits up, cleans herself as best she can with what she can find in my car, then leans against me with her head on my shoulder.

It's really peaceful until we get back to her neighborhood. She shows me where she parked her car which is at an apartment complex a block away from her house. From there we can see blue lights flashing from the police cars congregated by her house.

What the hell? Why are they still here? They are at your house now. They must be questioning Mr. Adleson. I guess you better get in there before things escalate.

Opening the door she grabs something from her car and rushes back to me on my side of the car. Handing me my clothes she says "I have some lying to do. You better get out of here."

"Are you going to be okay?" I ask.

"I'll be fine. I can be pretty clever when I need to be," she says slyly.

She sticks her head in the window giving me a long kiss, stares deep into my eyes and says, "Thank you for tonight Sebastian," and then she's gone.

I wait until she's back in her car and pulling out before I leave.

I miss her already.

to be continued...