The Mammoth Book of Erotic Confessions (61 page)

“This your car, ma’am?” he asked.

“Yes, is there a problem?” I said.

“No problem, just giving you a ticket.” He smiled, as though he’d just offered me a bunch of flowers.

“What? It’s only just run out by two minutes,” I said checking my watch.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve been watching the time ever since I got here,” he said.

Bastard! I knew how expensive the fine would be and money was a bit tight at the moment. I wondered if I could pay him another way.

“Please don’t fill it out,” I said, sidling up to him so that my breasts grazed his arm.

He looked down at me, his pen poised on the paper. “Why not?” he asked.

“Can’t we settle this another way?” I asked, coyly.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, his interest clearly piqued.

‘‘What would you like?” I said, my fingers groping for his cock.

I was nervous as I’d never done this sort of thing before. I leaned in against him as I undid his fly. My hand stole down into his jocks where I felt his cock throb in the palm of my hand.
Men were all the same. They’d do anything for a head job.

I lowered myself down to the ground where I pulled his cock quickly out of his trousers. It sprang towards me, the knob already glistening with pre-come as it oozed from the slit. Wow, you
should have seen the size of it. I licked at it in the moonlight, marvelling at the way my tongue slid over the mushroomed knob.

I sucked on him for a while, surprised that it grew even further. My tongue rolled around the edges of the knob. He leaned back against the car and I heard him sigh. I give good head and know
it, so I nibbled lightly on the edges, my tongue flickering over the slit, before I slathered saliva up and down his shaft.

Pumping with one hand my mouth did the rest until I could feel him just about ready to come. Good, I thought. It had been a long day and I was eager to be home in my own bed. He pulled back
though, his cock dropping from my mouth, saliva dripping onto the car park concrete.

“Hey,” I said. “What did you do that for?”

“Stand up,” he commanded.

I did, annoyed he’d put a stop to the proceedings. My boyfriend would wonder where I was, getting home this late, and I was finding it easier than I’d thought.

“Lift up your skirt,” he said.

“What?” I asked surprised.

“Your skirt, lift it up,” he said again, this time with more authority in his voice.

I stared at him hard. He had a great body, broad shoulders and strong arms. He was good-looking too. Why not? I thought. I peered around, making sure no one was about.

I raised it demurely. I hadn’t counted on this and so wasn’t wearing my sexiest G-string. It didn’t matter though because he wasn’t looking, he was staring straight into
my eyes, as though wanting me to defy him.

Suddenly, his hands groped beneath to latch onto my panties, his fingers tugging at the crutch. In one quick movement he ripped them right off my body. I gasped as the stinging pain from the
elastic burned onto the top of my thighs.

“Hey,” I complained. I’d thought he only wanted a quick peak to see what was underneath.

“Up on the bonnet,” he said smugly, his cock jutting forwards, nearly poking me in the stomach.

His assertiveness sent a thrill through me. I wasn’t used to men telling me what to do. My pussy began to throb as I looked from his cock back to his face.

“No,” I said, half-heartedly.

“You want a ticket?” he asked.

“No.” I pouted.

“Then get up there and fast,” he ordered.

Cheeky bastard!

He lifted me up and dumped me on the bonnet. I gasped as the cold steel froze my arse cheeks.

“Lie down,” he whispered.

I stared at him.

“I said, lie down.”

I did.

“That’s much better,” he said, his hands roaming up over my thighs and then my mound. I struggled for breath as his hands electrified my body. Everywhere they touched seemed to
ignite my passion further.

“Spread them,” he said.

I did, gladly.

“Lift your feet up and place them on the bonnet. Yeah, like that. Now drop your knees apart.”

I could see his eyes gleaming mischievously and I must say it was very erotic lying there practically naked on the bonnet of my own car with a complete stranger giving me orders. My eyes darted
about, fearful that someone might stumble upon us.

I did as he asked, my legs splayed open for his approval, my chest heaving, my nipples straining against my bra, desperate to be freed. He held onto my knees with his hands and pushed them down
further, my pussy gaping for him.

His finger touched my slit. “You’re wet,” he said. “Your pussy is very wet. You know that, don’t you?”

I said nothing.

“You’re hot for me, aren’t you?” he said, as he opened my folds, the cool air tantalizing me further.

Still I said nothing, but my ragged breathing was giving me away.

“You want me, don’t you?” he said, as his fingers slipped in and out of me.

I gasped but still said nothing. We both knew that I wanted him. I was desperate, desperate for a good fucking from a complete stranger. I couldn’t hold out much longer. If he didn’t
fuck me soon I’d have to do him.

“I can smell your cunt from here. Tell me you want me,” he whispered.

I flushed scarlet, whimpering, unable to speak.

“Tell me,” he demanded loudly.

“I want you.”

He lowered his head and his tongue snaked out. With my legs spread this wide he licked at my puckered hole causing me to clench my arse cheeks involuntarily. No one had ever done that to me
before. My legs trembled and he chuckled while lapping at my pussy lips, nuzzling in, his nose rubbing over my clit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

I hadn’t expected that.

He was grabbing at my hips, his fingers digging in cruelly as he gave me a tonguing like I’ve never had before. He was everywhere: in between the folds, inside my pussy, tantalizing the
outer lips and driving my clit insane.

I undid the buttons on my blouse, eager to attack my own breasts, as I lifted them out of their cups. I kneaded the flesh roughly, wanting his hands over me, his fingers pulling at my nipples,
his mouth and lips, licking and sucking as his tongue rolled over them. I nearly orgasmed just thinking about it.

I pushed up into his mouth, eager for more. A moan escaped me and I heard him chuckle again, knew that he knew I wanted him, needed him desperately.

Suddenly, he pulled me forwards and flipped me over, my skin burning against the bonnet. My legs hit the ground while his fingers roamed up the crack of my arse. Then his tongue was there,
tantalizing the puckered skin around my hole before I felt his huge knob poking around.

I loved men being assertive and this guy certainly was, taking charge of everything, doing exactly what I wanted but thinking it was what
he
wanted.

I wiggled my arse up and into him, lying squashed against the cold steel of the bonnet, my hands reaching forwards, caressing the paintwork, scratching at the metal when in a flash his cock
slipped straight into my saturated pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so hot my cock’s on fire.”

Encouraged, I pushed back into him while his fingers gripped my hips. He pulled me back towards him and fucked me hard, my tits rubbing hard against the cold bonnet, the nipples becoming even
firmer against the friction. I wished now he’d made me strip completely; I would have loved to have felt the coldness of the night over my naked flesh. I had nothing to hang on to and I tried
desperately to get a grip on something as he pounded into me.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” I screamed out, as my body rippled with spasms.

“Your cunt is so hot,” he said. “So fucking hot.”

Pleased he was enjoying this as much as me, I pushed back into his groin until I was nearly standing. He leaned me forwards, reached for my breasts and crushed them cruelly while I reached under
and grabbed hold of his balls giving them a gentle milking while his cock slammed in and out of me.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “I knew you’d fucking love it.”

He pulled out of me and turned me around in his arms, his head going down to latch onto a nipple while his cock probed at my stomach. I raised myself up on my toes, desperate to feel his cock
again, yet not wanting his mouth to leave my breast.

I could feel the pressure mounting in me and knew I had to have his cock back inside me. I wiggled my arse back onto the car, lifted up my legs and wrapped them around his back, kicking into his
arse as I shook with desire, trying to guide his cock back into my quivering cunt.

He laughed knowingly and pulled away, leaving me frustrated and on my back flat on the bonnet. He opened my legs and smothered his face into my pussy while his finger rubbed my elit until I was
nearly insane, coming over and over again. He then climbed up my body, kissing my mouth so I could taste myself on him.

I felt the bonnet pop, the weight of us too much, wondering how I’d explain that to my boyfriend, but right now I didn’t give a shit, all I could think about was what he was doing to
me.

I didn’t know what I wanted next, his cock inside my pussy or in my mouth. I was nearly insane as I licked his face clean of my juices. He looked down into my face before spearing me with
his mighty cock, fucking me like a madman. The sound of my bonnet creaked and groaned beneath our weight, reverberating through the quiet night. Never in my life have I ever been so crazy with
lust.

I pushed him from me, rolled him over and manoeuvred myself into the sixty-nine position. Balanced precariously I flattened my pussy over his mouth, grinding down as I flew onto his cock,
gobbling and sucking until he came. I swallowed greedily, enjoying myself as come dribbled out of the side of my mouth. I disengaged myself and crawled around to kiss him. My nostrils flaring as
our scents intoxicated me. Our juices mingling together, tasted beautiful.

Scrambling down we both adjusted our clothing and then without another word he was gone. As I sat behind the driver’s seat and fired up the engine, I marvelled at the risk we’d both
taken. Anyone could have come upon us and what would we have done then?

I can tell you it was the best fuck I’ve ever had and now I make sure I always let my ticket expire, hoping he’ll be back to be of service to me again but so far no luck.

Tony, South Australia

My job is boring. I work in information technology, meaning I walk around all day fixing computer problems for office staff that still look for the “any key”. But
in any large organization, a young, enthusiastic computer technician has plenty of equally young secretaries who call on him for help. Standing behind them while they show me what caused their
latest problem, affords me a wonderful view down their conveniently agape jackets, camisoles and blouses.

Quite a few of the older secretaries also seem to forget the most rudimentary things concerning their computers at the oddest times. Only last week, Mrs Kennedy left an urgent message on my
voicemail. In the overly superior tone she used with everyone younger than her she commanded me, “Tony, please come to my cubicle at your earliest convenience. My computer is completely
broken. Even the TV thingy has gone black.”

Something rather untoward must have occurred, as monitors simply don’t implode. So I headed to the sixth floor with visions of spilled coffee flowing through the circuitry.

Mrs Kennedy has been at the firm for longer than anybody I know. She is in her early fifties and has been a widow for three years. All the girls on the lower floors gossip that she must be
sleeping with at least one of the bosses to keep her position as Personal Assistant to the Board. If it is true, then good luck to whomever it is. She is a good twenty-five or so years older than
me but still a very beautiful woman. Unfortunately she had never given me the time of day. A simple hello, in the elevator of a morning, was greeted with the barest of nods from her.

As the elevator door slid open, I pasted on my best smile and confidently strode towards her cubicle. I gently rapped my knuckles on the flimsy partition that separated her from the executive
corridor. I was happy not to smell or see any telltale signs of coffee.

“Good morning, Mrs Kennedy,” I said politely.

She glanced up with an annoyed look on her face, which was quickly replaced by a stunning smile when she realized it was me. “Oh thank God you came so quickly. I need to proofread an email
for Mr Jenkins and get it sent out straight away, but everything’s gone blank.” She spread her hands forlornly towards her monitor.

I moved around behind her to look over the top of her head. Sure enough, everything looked dead. So I asked the first question all IT guys ask: “Can you tell me what you were doing when
everything went black? It’s probably an issue with the monitor. It’ll need replacing but I need to show in the report that I looked into other options.”

She glanced back at me with a very relieved look on her face. In one fell swoop I’d assured her of her innocence and blamed the dumb computer. I smiled back at her but the hint of lace I
could see poking out at the top of her blouse drew my eye. She blushed and turned back towards the monitor.

After mentally berating myself for being an oversexed fool, I prompted her to retell her version of events. I nodded as she explained how she’d received the email, noted the importance
attached to it, and swung in her chair to snatch up her glasses from her desk to read it. When she swung her chair back, everything was blank.

I asked her to move back from her position before the monitor, so I could get under the desk and check things like the cable connections – just in case.

A nervous look crossed her brow as I crawled into the space under her desk. I was beginning to think maybe all that swinging back and forth had caused her to kick a cable loose. Sure enough,
lying in the corner of the chair recess was the unattached end of the monitor cable. I took my trusty pen torch out of my pocket. Holding the light in my teeth I carefully examined the pins. A
couple had been bent but the connections to secure it to the back of the computer seemed fine. If they had been attached properly, it would have been very difficult for her to have kicked them
out.