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Getting Caught While ‘parking’I’ve always loved outdoor sex (probably because of the way I got started in it) then, as a teen, was introduced to the back seat of a car. Over the years there were some times that we were almost caught – back roads, parking lots, drive-in movies and a few other places.There were times that a guy at a bookstore would take me out for a nice long one then bring me back to enjoy the rest of my evening.Jack loved to go parking and, most of the time, nothing happened except for a good time. The first night we met; we went parking after and christened the back seat of his car out on a back road. That was always fun. There is always the chance of being caught and, it happened to us one night…right outside of the town where we both lived.Jack pulled into a local ‘lovers lane’, it was probably around eleven pm on a Friday night and it was deserted. After we got into the back seat, all of the windows were fogged-up real fast. It was one of those times that I let him just relax and rode him until he got off good. He’d taken some Viagra earlier so, after a short rest, he was rock hard and ready to go again. I ended up on the seat, with my ass in the air, while he gave me another good hard one.We’d finished the second time; were just cuddling in the back seat, when there were lights behind us. High beams then flashing lights.Jack got everything back up and hidden; all I had to do was pull my skirt back down.It was a local cop, just checking the area.There were a lot of questions from him, he took Jack’s ID but I had nothing to show him. We wound up outside of the car for a while, there were more questions. He knew who Jack was because it as a smaller town. During the conversation he became aware of who I was, questioned us about the relationship and wanted to know more. He did come to gaziemir escort realize that I was the one who spent some time in the ABS’s but not so much now, because of dating Jack. In the end he told Jack that he wouldn’t write a citation but, he wanted to ‘talk to me more’. We both questioned that and, it made me a little uneasy. Especially when he told Jack to go on home; he’d take me home when he was ‘finished’. Neither of us liked that but there wasn’t much we could do about it. I figured that ‘finished’ meant I’d have to put out for him in some way and didn’t mind that. We’d just made a mistake and I’d be the one paying for it one way or another.Jack asked me to call him, when I got home.Once Jack left I was groped pretty well, to his amusement, while trapped between him and the cop car. My panties were in the back seat of Jack’s car and part of his loads were running down my thighs. If he was going to fuck me we wouldn’t need any lube at all.He talked about a few things but mostly about being caught like this and what it would mean if he did write a citation for us…the embarrassment for Jack. While he did this – after fondling me pretty well – I watched as he removed his gunbelt, to put everything in the front seat. He then opened the one back door; wound the window down then, closed it again. I was told to lean into the open window, head and shoulders inside then, find something to grab and hold onto.I was told to take a step back, spread my feet a little then, turn my toes in. That’s uncomfortable in heels.I did as I was told to then waited. As I heard him unbuckling his belt then, sliding it through the belt loops, I was told, “Now…don’t move until I tell you to.” Right after that I heard the familiar sound of a doubled-over belt being snapped good and hard. That sound filled gaziemir escort bayan me with dread and sent chills up my spine…he grabbed the hem of my skirt, pulled it up and tucked it into the waistband. “I’m going to show you what happens if you get caught here again. Keep your head inside the car and don’t put your hands back.”For the next few minutes I was given a very hard whipping with that belt! I held on the best I could, stayed in position and, yelled my head off! By the time he was finished I was screaming and bawling like a k**. My ass – framed in a garter belt and stocking tops – was stinging and burning like hell! I know I wiggled a lot but did manage to stay in position. I was then told to put my feet together. He dropped his pants while I waited then; pressed me against the side of the car, found my cunt and penetrated me fast and hard. The first few minutes were so hard that I had trouble keeping my footing. Part of it was that, he was fucking so hard that he was rocking the car. I gritted my teeth, gasped and moaned like hell and took it. There wasn’t anything else to do. I was verbally degraded, called every name in the books and roughly groped while he fucked away then, emptied himself in me. When he was done he used my skirt to wipe his cock off, I was told not to move, “I’ll be done in a few minutes and; I don’t want to see you around here anymore.”He then tucked the skirt back away, picked up the belt and, gave me a continuing lesson in pain. I’d had to pee while he was fucking me; as the whipping went on I just emptied my bladder on the ground. He’d raised some pretty good welts on my ass so; the ride home was very uncomfortable. Not only could I feel the stripes and welts but I was leaking a lot of cum.When he took me out of the back seat, at my apartment, I was escort gaziemir given a final warning, some more groping then told to get my ass home. I limped up the two flights of stairs to my apartment, locked the door behind me and called Jack. He said he’d be right over – he only lived about ten minutes away – then I want to examine the damage. It turned out to every bit as bad as I’d expected. Sitting on the toilet was painful but I had no choice. By the time Jack arrived; I’d cleaned up a little, stripped and was trying to relax in nothing but a short light satin wrap. I’d also taken a few aspirin to take the edge off of the pain.We cuddled on the couch for a little while; while I had a good cry. The Viagra Jack had taken was still working; even after a few hours. He would have been satisfied with me using my hand or just sucking him; I wound up in bed getting a nice slow and gentle fucking for a while. The next morning, after some painful morning wood, I stayed in bed for a while, Jack fixed breakfast for us and we talked. I just lay on my tummy while he used some nice cold towels to reduce the bruising on my poor ass. That led to some play and finger fucking then…with me on my back, for another good fucking. That one was actually lovemaking; god was he good at it! By ten am I was well fucked and leaking another nice load of his cum. I still had a very sore backside though.For the next few months there were some casual visits from the cop. Most of the time just for a quick blow job or a fucking. There were a few reminders of the evening, given over his knee, and promises of what would happen if he caught me there again. There were also a few nights; when I took my little pickup to the bookstore (when Jack was away), that I’d find him waiting outside. On those nights I’d be handcuffed, put into the back seat and taken out somewhere to be given a good hard fucking in the back seat. At least he took me back to where the truck was parked. Trust me, we found a few new places to park for sex. The novelty of fucking me wore off after a while too – for the cop.
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