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  Joe indulged in something he normally didn’t get to do. He reached under his seat and pushed it as far back as he could. He tilted the steering wheel up and undid his pants. His hands were still shaking but he was determined. He lifted his hips enough to push his jeans down to his knees, then turned to her. “You’re going to ride me and you’re going to do what I want.”

  “Big talk from you, big man. Don’t forget, no fun ’til you pay.” She had moved across the seat and was on her knees, her breasts pushed up and almost escaping the confines of her bra. She smiled and winked.

  “Shit.” He had forgotten about the money. Fuckin’ A. He pulled at his pants until he could reach into the pocket. He removed the wad of money and peeled off a hundred dollars. With shaking fingers he handed the money to her. This time she secreted the cash in a side pocket of her bag. When her hand came away from the bag he could see a foil package nestled in her palm. Shit. He hadn’t even thought about condoms, or anything else. Had she been tested lately? Had he? He hadn’t been with anyone other than Patty in a long time, so he knew he should be clean.

  “Lean back, darlin’, and let me do my thing.” She shimmied out of her skirt and started working on the buttons on her shirt.

  “Wait. I’m paying for a show, so I want a good one. Slow down and strip so I can see all of you.” Joe growled his instructions and watched her hands slow.

  Her movements morphed into a sensual dance. Even constrained in the front seat of the car, she was sexy. Her fingers slowly slid each button from its hole. She opened the shirt a little more to give him an unfettered glimpse of more skin. When the last button had been freed she slid the translucent shirt off her shoulders, catching it on her elbows. She leaned forward and slowly let the shirt fall from her arms. She squeezed her tits together, testing the capacity of her bra. Her breathing had increased, either by design or with actual arousal—he wasn’t sure and really didn’t care. Each heave of her chest pushed her breasts up, allowing a small piece of her nipples to show. The creamy skin looked smooth and silky in the soft light from the street.

  Her hands reached up and pressed her breasts together, her deft fingers opened the front clasp of her bra and slowly released her hold on the material. In slow motion the silk revealed wonderfully full breasts that he wanted to touch. She would easily fill his hands but they were beautifully formed. Rose-colored nipples were puckered and tipped up slightly, begging for his lips or fingers. He chuckled when he noticed that each nipple had been pierced with a small golden hoop.

  “You can touch if you want, baby. You can’t break me.” She leaned toward him, offering him her breasts with a smile. She pulled lightly on the rings, tightening her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.

  “No, you continue stripping. You can touch yourself, though. I like watching a woman pleasure herself.” His voice was rough with lust. He had dropped a hand to his cock and was absently stroking up and down his shaft as he watched her reveal her body.

  “Whatever you want, baby,” she whispered. She snaked her hands down her belly and around her hips. The light sound of a zipper opening let him know she was going to take that skirt off. She moved her thumbs to the sides and slowly rolled the material off her hips. She wiggled seductively as she pushed the skirt down to her knees. Her shaved pussy gleamed softly in the light.

  She slid her knees off the seat, leaning toward him. Her breasts swung closer to his face as she wiggled the skirt off her legs. He was mesmerized by the sway of her flesh. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly, enjoying the weight in his palm. Her skin was warm and soft and filled his hand with a comfortable amount of flesh. She knelt on the seat again once she was free of her clothing. Naked, she was a vision. Soft, lightly tanned skin, unblemished and unmarked. He wanted to see it all.

  “Lie down and show me your pussy. I want to watch you touch yourself.” He growled his demand. He was lost to the moment. Nothing was going to stop him from getting every little wish, every little fantasy out of this endeavor.

  With sensual movements she swung her body around, flashing him a tantalizing view of her ass and plump cunt lips just before she lay on the bench seat. She hooked one leg over the back of the seat, opening her thighs. She moved the other leg as far as the dash would allow to fully open herself to him. One of her hands moved down her belly, trailing lightly over her skin to her pussy. She worked her middle finger between her folds and used her thumb to open herself even farther. Her other hand cupped her breast, twisting the nipple between her fingers.

  “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked. Her voice was thick. She threw her head back and moaned deep in her chest. “Is this what you wanted me to do?”

  Joe watched through half-closed eyes as she moved slick fingers along her folds. He still palmed his cock, stroking himself with slow slides up and down his shaft. He could wait a few more moments before having her ride him. He wanted to watch her come, wanted to watch her pleasure herself until her back arched and she clamped those cunt muscles in spasms hard enough for him to see.

  “Swirl your finger around your clit. Make it hard enough that I can see it standing out from its hood.” He stopped working his shaft and took a breath. Watching her do as he told her without hesitation or embarrassment was heady. It ramped up his need enough that he feared he would come before getting her on his shaft. The sight of her finger disappearing into her opening and coming out wet with her juices brought answering moisture to the tip of his cock. He used his thumb to capture the bead of pre-cum and spread it over the head. “Rub your clit ’til you come.”

  She chuckled but complied. She increased the speed of her fingers working around her clit, strumming the nub faster. He watched as it plumped and hardened under her fingers. Her other hand still worked her nipple, tugging on the ring and twisting it. He could see her thighs shivering and knew that she was either a great actress or going to come soon. His gaze narrowed on her pussy, watching her fingers stroke the slick skin, watching the mouth of her opening clench. When her body started to stiffen and her breathing changed to pants he leaned over and slid a finger into her canal. Thrusting slowly in and out as she continued to rub her clit. He felt her inner muscles spasm around his finger. He added another finger and watched them disappear into her body, sliding wetly through her arousal. She shook with her release and keened quietly.

  “God, that was fucking beautiful,” he commented. He stroked his hand up her thigh and squeezed her knee. “Now get over here and straddle me.”

  She sat up and picked the condom wrapper up from the seat. Waggling it between her fingers she raised an eyebrow. Her voice was husky and reminded him of mulled wine, warm and spicy. “You coating up, baby or you want me to do it?”

  “You do it. I want to watch.”

  She crawled onto his lap and expertly opened the wrapper. With nimble fingers she sheathed his cock in the condom and stroked him a few times from base to tip. “There you go, hon. All set for a ride.”

  “Get up here and straddle my dick. I want to feel you around me.” He grabbed her hips and helped position her over his lap. She grabbed his shaft and set him at her opening. With a slow slide she descended onto him fully, arching her back slightly to get him deeper. He wrapped his hands around her tits and squeezed them gently, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Ride me. I want it hard and fast.”

  “You got it, baby,” she crooned. She raised her body off his cock and dropped back down, forcing the head to bump her cervix. He jerked at the feeling of her hot, tight core slamming down on him. The bump at the end sent her muscles into spasms, rippling over his cock. She smiled that knowing smirk and did it again and again, going faster and harder each time. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “I love the feel of your hard cock inside my pussy, stroking me. But next time I want you in my ass.”

  The visual she evoked was his undoing. His wife never let him near her anus. He had fantasized so many times about doing just that, pounding into her ass.
He grabbed her hips and helped to speed her thrusts until he slammed her down and held her steady, jerking his hips against hers. He closed his eyes and saw specks of light dancing behind his eyes as he ejaculated into her body. She clenched her vaginal muscles, milking him and extending his orgasm. With a shudder and a groan, he was done, spent, replete.

  She climbed off his lap, removed the condom and tied it before moving to her bag. She pulled out a few baby wipes and cleaned his cock off. Before putting her clothes back on she wiped herself down. She shimmied into her clothing quickly and was watching him with a grin before he was even ready to pull his pants back up.

  “Come on, baby. I have to get back. Drive me to the diner, please?” She buckled her seat belt and waited for him to drive off. He quickly pulled his pants up and started the car.

  Before she climbed out of the car she pulled out a business card from her bag and handed it to him. “My number is on there—if you want another ride give me a call first and I can meet you someplace.”

  With that she opened the door, blew him a kiss and walked off down the sidewalk. He looked at the card, white with only her name and number on it. Destiny. Fuck, he hadn’t even asked her for a name. So, she went by Destiny?

  Chapter Three

  Joe had waited for as long as he could. He pulled out the now worn and folded card with Destiny’s name on it. He had taken it out of his wallet so many times to just stare at it that it looked years old instead of days. He had pushed the buttons a hundred times before shaking his head and closing his phone. He couldn’t do it again—he had promised himself that he would throw the card out and forget the whole thing. He hadn’t, though. He had tucked the card safely in his wallet. Six days after their last meeting he couldn’t wait any longer. He knew that calling her was wrong, knew that he was going to pay for these visits, but he couldn’t stop himself.

  With a sigh he pulled out his phone and, even with dread coursing through his body, he dialed the number he had already memorized. As he waited for her to answer his palms started to sweat. He thought through all the things he would have to do to see her tonight. He would have to call the sitter and extend her time to be at his house for the kids. A call to his wife would have to be made. Another set of lies told to his boss. He was digging himself deeper with each passing breath.

  “Hello?” Destiny’s sultry bedroom voice answered and all thoughts of guilt and consequences fled his mind.

  “Hi, Destiny. It’s Joe…umm…the guy at the diner?” Shit, what if she met tons of guys from the diner? What if she didn’t recognize his voice? How to explain which one of her clients was calling? He felt sickened by the thought that he was nothing but a client to her, but that was their arrangement.

  “Hi, baby. I wondered if you’d call me.” Her voice held recognition and a hint of amusement. “Did you want to see me tonight, hon?”

  “Yes. Please.” He waited. Would she turn him down? He hoped not. He wanted to explore another fantasy with her. She had put the anal sex bug in his ear and now every time he closed his eyes he envisioned her bent over anything from a chair to a picnic table with him as deep as he could get in her tight ass.

  “Oh baby, I’d like that. What time were you thinking?”

  “How about seven? Do you want me to pick you up from the diner?” He was running scenarios of where to take her. He didn’t want to go to the seedy hotel around the corner from the diner, but he would have to pay cash for a room. There was no way he’d use a credit card for this.

  “That’ll do fine.” She dropped her voice to a husky whisper. “What do you want me to wear for you tonight? I want to look nice for you.”

  His cock throbbed. That voice could almost send him over the edge with just a few whispers. “Mmm, wear something blue to match your eyes. No underwear, though. I want access to you the minute you slide into my car.”

  “You are naughty, Joe.” She chuckled and his cock thumped in response. “See you tonight, baby.”

  She hung up before he could even respond. Well, it was done. Now he had work to get through, some phone calls to make and a few hours of suffering before he could see Destiny again.

  * * * * *

  The hours had dragged, piling guilt and anxiety on his shoulders. He drove to the diner with half a mind to call it off, but the minute he caught sight of her standing just outside the restaurant he knew he wasn’t backing out. Destiny was dressed in a light-blue T-shirt that at first glance looked normal. On a second look he noticed that there were strategic rips up and down the front of the shirt, showing hints of flesh from her neck to her belly. She turned slightly to watch him pull to the curb and he saw a sneak peek of a nipple slide through one of the rips. Holy hell, she was wearing that without a bra. Lust ran through his body so hard that he sucked in a few gasps to still his racing heart.

  He hit the locks and motioned her over to the car. When she opened the door and slid in he noticed the dark-blue lacy skirt she was wearing. It was almost translucent enough that he could see her skin through it. He shifted uncomfortably on the seat, trying to give his cock room to exist. He had been hard for most of the day but he was ready to pound nails after seeing her in that outfit.

  She leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the cheek before smiling. “Hey, baby. Where we going tonight? Back to the parking lot for a little window steaming?”

  He pulled away from the curb and headed into traffic. He had found a motel about three blocks away that would take cash and not ask questions but looked nicer than the one she frequented. “I got a room at the Sunrise Motel. Figured that was better than the rat motel around the corner.”

  “Oh, nice. So, what are we doing tonight? A little backdoor action?”

  He groaned at both the effect her voice had on him and the thought of having her bent over in front of him. He was going to hell for this but at least he was going to be happy. “I so want to plow your ass. When we get to the room I want you to strip and get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

  “Mmm, sounds like someone’s been thinking about it for a few days. I’ll make it all better. You can climb into me and pound to your heart’s content.” She rubbed her thighs together, humming quietly to herself. “I have a surprise for you when we get there. I figured you for a backdoor bandit.”

  He mulled over her words as he drove the last couple of minutes. He parked in front of their room and opened the door with shaking hands, thankful he’d gotten one on the first floor. His cock ached, his balls were tight and he was already breathing fast. If he didn’t get a handle on his lust he was going to shoot his wad on her back before he could even get inside her.

  She sauntered into the room, looking around as if she were sightseeing. Dropping her bag on the floor, she turned to face him before pulling the shirt off over her head. Her breasts bobbed gently as they popped free. Her nipples were already pebbled. She threw it on the chair and quickly pulled off her skirt. That went onto the chair as well with a quick flick of the wrist. She kicked off her shoes and climbed into the bed, moving so her ass was on display. With a flip of her hair she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.

  Joe ran his eyes down her body and let out a groan when he finally saw his surprise. She had a bright-blue butt plug snugged in her ass. He couldn’t take his eyes off the view. Smooth plastic nestled between her perfect cheeks. She had prepared herself for him as if she’d known what he would want.

  “Don’t forget my rules, baby. Put the money on my clothes.” She chuckled as he hissed a curse. She wiggled her ass at him as incentive as he dug into his pocket and pulled out the money. He fanned five twenty-dollar bills and waited for her nod before he folded them and placed them on her discarded clothes.

  As quickly as he could he shed his clothes, leaving a trail of fabric from the chair to the bed. He couldn’t take the time to pick them up—he needed to be inside her ass. As he climbed on the bed he groaned again. The sight of that plug in her anus was so erotic. He reached out with shaking fingers and
wiggled it just to see how snug it was. She dropped her head and moaned.

  “Do you have a condom, baby?” Her voice was muffled from the bedding she was resting her head on.

  “Shit, no.” Again he had forgotten. He was more interested in getting his cock in her hot little body than in safety.

  “I got it.” She slid off the bed and picked up her bag. He was starting to think she had everything in that bag of hers. She fished out a couple of condoms and a tube that she tossed to him. He caught it and grimaced. Lube. Well, she was prepared. She watched him with a smile. She climbed back onto the bed and resumed the position she had taken before. After a moment’s hesitation she glanced over her shoulder at him. Understanding pinched around her eyes. “Baby, you need to pull the plug out, or I can, and then you can just slowly enter me. I’m as prepped as I’m going to be—you aren’t going to hurt me.”

  He nodded his understanding and with sweat-slicked fingers he slowly rotated the plug and pulled on it. She dropped her head again and moaned. He slowly pulled it out and marveled at the girth she had shoved in her ass for him. The plug was easily the size of his cock. He opened the condom and rolled it quickly onto his shaft. He couldn’t wait any longer. Pre-cum was seeping from his cock and his balls were tight to his body. With the lube in his hand, he hesitated again. Damn, he should have done some research so he didn’t feel like a pansy virgin.

  “Lube me up, baby. Use some on you as well and we’ll get the slipping and sliding going.”

  Joe took her advice, squeezing lube onto his fingers and rubbing them on her anus. He slipped a finger into it and she moaned again while pushing back against his hand. Mmm, she liked this too. He slicked his cock with more lube and positioned himself at her rosette. With a firm push he felt her muscles relax and he slid in. Her heat hit him first. She was so fucking hot. Then the tightness registered. Holy shit, her ass was so tight. Even with the help of the plug she gripped his cock in a choke hold. When he was balls-deep he took a deep breath and pulled out slowly. He grunted with the effort it took not to pound into her as hard as he could.