Chapter 10: Riding high!
The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange and pink glow over the deserted highway. The air was filled with the hum of the engine and the distant chirping of crickets. Isha sat in the passenger seat of Vishal's luxurious car, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his cologne filling the car. She had always loved the way he smelled, a mix of leather and spice that made her mouth water.
Vishal's eyes were on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He had been quiet since we left the city, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. I reached over, my hand resting on his thigh, my fingers tracing the seam of his jeans. He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "I can't wait to feel your cock inside me," I whispered, my voice low and sultry. "I want you to fuck me, Vishal. I want you to take me right here in the car, on the side of the road."
Vishal's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he looked at me.
"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? You want me to fuck you right here, don't you? You want me to pull this car over and fuck you on the side of the road."
I bit my lip, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, Vishal," I whispered. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to pull this car over and fuck me hard. I want you to make me scream."
Vishal's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing in his pants. He took his eyes off the road for a moment, his gaze locking onto mine.
"You're a fucking tease, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You know that, don't you? You're always fucking teasing me, making me hard, making me want to fuck you."
I smiled, my hand moving higher up his thigh, my fingers brushing against the bulge in his jeans. "I'm not teasing, Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I'm telling you what I want. I'm telling you that I want you to fuck me. But not just now. when we are back. otherwise, you will ruin my dress."
I said, my voice firm yet playful, as I tried to push Vishal's hands away from my breasts. He was already hard, his cock pressing against my thigh, and I knew that if he kept touching me like this, I wouldn't be able to stop him.
I wanted him, God, how I wanted him, but not like this, not with my dress all ruffled and my makeup smudged. I was supposed to be a lady tonight, not a cheap whore getting fucked in the backseat of a car.
"Vishal, stop," I said, my voice firmer this time, as I pushed his hands away from my breasts. "We can't do this here. Not like this.
Not with my dress all ruffled and my makeup smudged. I was supposed to be a lady tonight, not a cheap whore getting fingered in the backseat of a car. But as Vishal's fingers found their way under my dress, I couldn't help but moan, my body betraying me. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel his fingers tracing the edge of my panties, teasing me, before slipping underneath the fabric.
I gasped, my body tensing as I realized what was happening. "Vishal, no," I said, my voice firm, as I tried to push his hand away. "We can't do this. Not here. Not like this." But Vishal was undeterred. He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, and I could see the hunger in them. "Isha, I need you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I need to feel you, to taste you. I can't wait until we get back." I could see the determination in his eyes, the way his jaw was set, and I knew that he wasn't going to stop. I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way to stop him. But my body betrayed me, my hips arching into his touch, my pussy throbbing with desire.
My mind races, maybe if I gave him a blowjob, he would leave till we are back?
I can't believe I'm even considering it, but the thought of his cock in my mouth, the taste of him, the feel of him, is too much to resist. I look at him, his eyes locked onto mine, and I can see the hunger in them. I know he wants me, and I want him too. I just need to find a way to satisfy him without ruining my dress.
"Vishal," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you. But not like this. Not now." I can see the frustration in his eyes, the way his jaw clenches, but I can also see the desire. I reach out, my hand resting on his thigh, my fingers tracing the seam of his jeans. "Let me make you feel good," I say, my voice low and sultry. "Let me make you come. But not here.
Not now," I repeated, my voice firm yet playful. I could see the hunger in Vishal's eyes, the way his jaw was set, and I knew he wasn't going to stop. So, I decided to take control. I reached down, my fingers finding the button of his jeans, and with a quick flick, I unzipped them. Vishal's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. "Isha, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice ragged with desire. I looked at him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm giving you what you want, Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry. "But not here. Not now. I'm going to make you come, but you're going to have to wait until we get back." I leaned down, my hand slipping into his jeans, my fingers wrapping around his hard cock.
Vishal groaned, his hips bucking as I pulled him out, his cock springing free. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and without a word, I took him into my mouth. I could taste the salty tang of his pre-cum, the heat of his skin against my tongue.
I took him deeper, my lips brushing against his stomach, my nose pressing against the soft fabric of his jeans. Vishal groaned, his hands tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting forward, fucking my face. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, the veins pulsing against my tongue. I looked up at him, my eyes watering as I took him even deeper, my throat relaxing as I swallowed around him. Vishal's breath hitched, his body tensing as he fought to hold back his orgasm. "Fuck, Isha," he panted, his voice ragged with pleasure. "Your mouth feels so good. You're making me crazy." I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, the head of him hitting the back of my throat.
I looked up at him, my eyes watering, and I saw the way his jaw was clenched, the way his body was tense. I knew he was close, so I reached up, my hand cupping his balls, and gently squeezed. Vishal's eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his lips. "Fuck, Isha," he panted, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding even deeper into my throat.
I could feel his body tensing, his muscles rigid as he fought to hold back his orgasm. I wanted to make this last, to draw out his pleasure, so I slowed down, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, my hand still gently squeezing his balls.
Vishal groaned, his hips bucking, trying to push deeper into my mouth. "Fuck, Isha," he panted, "Take me deeper. I want to feel the back of your throat." I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and without breaking eye contact, I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his thick cock. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I relaxed, taking him even deeper, my nose pressing against his stomach. Vishal's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me in place. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, fucking my face.
Isha's mouth tightened around Vishal's cock, her lips stretching to accommodate his thickness. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed, taking him even deeper. Vishal's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. Isha could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he fought to hold back his orgasm. She wanted to make this last, to draw out his pleasure, so she slowed down, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her hand still gently squeezing his balls. Vishal groaned, his hips bucking, trying to push deeper into her mouth.
Isha looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, and without breaking eye contact, she reached up, her fingers finding the neckline of her dress. Vishal's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he realized what she was about to do. Isha smiled, her fingers hooking into the fabric, and with a quick tug, she pulled down, revealing her small, perky breasts. Vishal's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing in her mouth as he took in the sight of her naked chest.
I could see his cock pulsing. " Check my boobs baby and let me take care of your cock." I comforted him, as he started pulling at my nipples. Her fingers traced the length of his cock, teasing him, her touch light and playful. Vishal groaned, his hips jerking, his cock throbbing in her hand. "Fuck, Isha," he panted, his voice thick with desire. "You're driving me crazy." She smiled, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head. "I want to make you come, Vishal," she whispered, her voice sultry. "But not like this. Not here." She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, and she could see the hunger in them. She could see the way his jaw was clenched, the way his body was tense. She knew he was close, so close. She wanted to make him come, to feel him explode in her mouth, but she also wanted to prolong the pleasure, to draw out his orgasm.
I suddenly took his ball in my mouth and give a light press. Vishal's eyes widened, his breath hitched, and he let out a low groan. "Fuck, Isha," he panted, his hips bucking, trying to push deeper into my mouth. I could feel his cock throbbing, the veins pulsing against my tongue.
I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and I could see the hunger in them. I knew he was close, so close. I wanted to make him come, to feel him explode in my mouth, but I also wanted to prolong the pleasure, to draw out his orgasm. I reached up, my hand cupping his balls, and gently squeezed.
Vishal's eyes widened, his breath hitched, and he let out a low groan.
I suddenly took his ball in my mouth and gave a light press.
"Fuck, Isha!" Vishal roared, his hips bucking, trying to push deeper into my mouth. I knew he was close, so fucking close. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come apart in my mouth.
I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and I saw the raw hunger in them. "Come for me, Vishal," I whispered, my voice low and sultry. "I want to taste you. I want to feel you come in my mouth." I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his thick cock, my tongue swirling around the head.
I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he fought to hold back his orgasm.
I wanted to push him over the edge, to make him come undone.
I took him even deeper, my throat relaxing as I swallowed around him.
Vishal's breath hitched, his hips jerking as he tried to hold back his orgasm. "You're so fucking good at this.
I can't hold back much longer," Vishal grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair. I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, the head of him swelling as he neared his release. I wanted to taste him, to feel him come undone in my mouth, so I doubled my efforts, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
"Fuck, Isha, I'm going to come," Vishal panted, his hips bucking, trying to push deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and without breaking eye contact, I nodded, my mouth still full of his cock.
Vishal's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he realized what I was about to do. I could see the hunger in them, the way his jaw was clenched, the way his body was tense.
I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and I could see the raw hunger in them.
I wanted to taste him, to feel him come apart in my mouth, so I doubled my efforts, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. I moaned, the vibrations sending him over the edge.
"Fuck, yes!" Vishal roared, his hips thrusting forward as he came in my mouth.
I could feel the hot, salty liquid filling my throat, and I swallowed, my eyes watering as I took every last drop. Vishal's body shook with pleasure, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he rode out his orgasm. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto his, and I could see the satisfaction in them. He was spent, his body relaxed, and I knew that he was mine for the taking.
I pulled back, my lips popping off his cock, and I licked my lips, tasting the remnants of his come. Vishal's eyes darkened as he watched me, his cock still hard and throbbing.
I took his hands inside my choli, and inside my bra. I felt his fingers on my nipples, pinching and rolling them. I moaned, my back arching, pushing my breasts further into his hands. "Fuck, Vishal," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "You're making me so wet." I could feel the heat between my legs, the ache that was building with every touch of his hands on my body.
Vishal's eyes darkened, his cock throbbing in my hand. "I want to taste you, Isha," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel your pussy on my tongue." He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth.
"Let us move to back seat" I advised. Vishal agreed and we moved to back seat. Isha's heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Vishal undress. His body was thick and muscular, his skin glistening with sweat. She could see the bulge in his jeans, the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. She licked her lips, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.
Vishal looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so fucking sexy, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to fuck you." He reached out, his hands gripping her hips, and pulled her towards him.
Isha gasped, her eyes widening as she felt his hard cock pressing against her pussy through her dress. Vishal's hands moved to her ass, squeezing the flesh as he ground his cock against her.
"Fuck, Vishal," Isha moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "You're making me so fucking horny."
Vishal growled, his hands moving to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Isha's small, perky breasts were bare, her nipples hard and aching for his touch.
Suddenly Vishal bent down on me and started biting my boobs. really hard. "fuck" I shouted. "you bastard, go slow." it was paining. But he bit again. then he laughed. "You slut, you bitch. Today I will take you like never before. I will fuck the hell out of you." Vishal's voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at me, his hands still gripping my ass. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against my pussy, and I knew that he was serious. I was wet, so fucking wet, and I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me, to take me, to make me his.
I reached up, my hands tangling in his hair, and pulled him down to me, my lips crashing against his. He groaned, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples.
Vishal's cock was throbbing against my pussy, and I could feel the heat building between my legs. I wanted him, fuck, I needed him inside me.
"Vishal, please," I panted, breaking the kiss, my hands moving to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him, my thumb brushing against the sensitive head.
Vishal's breath hitched, his hips jerking as I pumped his shaft.
"Fuck, Isha," he panted, "You're driving me crazy." I looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want you inside me, Vishal," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you fucking me, hard and deep." "You want my cock, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you hard and deep?" I nodded, my pussy throbbing with anticipation. "Yes, Vishal," I whispered, "I want you to fuck me.
I want you to take me hard and deep." I could feel the anticipation building between my legs, my pussy throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, and with a quick tug, he pulled them off. I gasped, my body arching as I felt the cool air hit my bare pussy. Vishal's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze roaming over my body, taking in every inch of me.
"Fuck, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking sexy.
I can't wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock," Vishal said, his voice a low growl as he looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against my thigh, and I knew that he was serious.
Vishal's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive flesh.
He chuckled, his hands moving to my ass, squeezing the flesh as he ground his cock against my pussy. "You're so fucking wet, Isha," he growled, his voice low and husky.
"I can feel your pussy dripping onto my cock." He reached down, his fingers finding my slit, and with a low chuckle, he pushed two fingers inside me, his thumb brushing against my clit. I gasped, my body arching as I felt him fill me, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
"Fuck, Vishal," I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. "You feel so good." He started to move his fingers, pumping them in and out of my pussy, his thumb swirling around my clit. I could feel the pleasure building, the heat between my legs intensifying, and I knew that I was close.
"Vishal, I'm going to come," I panted, my body tensing as I felt the orgasm approaching. He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, and with a low growl, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and replaced them with the head of his cock. "I want to feel you come around my cock, Isha," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel your pussy milking me." I moaned, my body arching as I felt him push inside me, his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely. "Fuck, Vishal," I gasped, my hands gripping his arms, my nails digging into his skin.
"You're so fucking big. I can feel you stretching me." He grunted, his hips thrusting forward, burying himself even deeper inside me. "You can take it, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You can take every fucking inch of me." He started to move, his hips pumping in and out of me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I could feel every ridge, every vein, as he fucked me, the pleasure building with every thrust.
"God, yes," I moaned, my head falling back, my hair cascading down my back. "Fuck me, Vishal.
Fuck me hard," I panted, my body writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock. Vishal growled, his hips slamming into me, his cock burying itself to the hilt with each thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the car, the scent of sex and sweat hanging heavy in the air. I could feel the heat building between my legs, the pleasure intensifying with every thrust of his cock.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight, Isha," Vishal grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock pounding into me.
"You're taking my cock like a fucking champ." I moaned, my body writhing beneath him, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft. "Harder, Vishal," I panted, my voice thick with desire. "Fuck me harder." He growled, his hips slamming into me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with force. I could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched me, the way he filled me completely. The pleasure was intense, the heat between my legs building with every thrust of his cock. I could feel the orgasm approaching, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter.
Vishal's cock was slamming into me, his hips pistoning back and forth, his balls slapping against my ass. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the car, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.
"Fuck, Vishal," I panted, my body tensing as I felt the pleasure building. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come all over your cock."
Vishal growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock pounding into me. "Come for me, Isha," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Come all over my fucking cock.
I want to feel you come, Isha," Vishal growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel your pussy milking my cock." He slammed into me, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me that made my eyes roll back in my head. "Fuck, Vishal," I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. "You're going to make me come. You're going to make me fucking come all over your cock."
Vishal's hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of me with force. I could feel the pleasure building, the heat between my legs intensifying with every thrust.
Vishal's cock was hitting that spot deep inside me, the one that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head. Vishal growled, his hips slamming into me, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with force. "I want to feel you come.
I want to feel your pussy milking my cock," Vishal growled, his voice thick with lust. I could feel the pleasure building, the heat between my legs intensifying with every thrust.
"That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Come for me. Come all over my fucking cock." He reached down, his fingers finding my clit, and with a few quick flicks, he sent me over the edge.
I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Vishal didn't stop, his fingers still working my clit as he continued to pound into me. "Fuck, Vishal," I panted, my body still shaking with aftershocks. "That was... that was incredible." Vishal grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm not done with you yet, Isha," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to feel you come again. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock." He pulled out of me, his cock glistening with my juices, and flipped me over onto my stomach.
I gasped, my hands gripping the seat as I felt him position himself behind me. "I want to fuck you from behind, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to watch your ass as I pound into you." I moaned, my body arching as I felt him grab my hips and pull me back onto his cock. He slid inside me easily, my pussy still wet and throbbing from my orgasm. "Fuck, yes," I moaned, my head falling forward, my hair cascading down my back.
Vishal's cock was buried deep inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. I could feel every inch of him, the way he hit that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head. He started to move, his hips thrusting back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with force. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the car, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.
Vishal's fingers dug into my hips, his cock slamming into me with force.
"Your ass is fucking amazing, Isha," Vishal grunted, his voice thick with lust. "I love watching it bounce as I fuck you." "Fuck me harder, Vishal," I panted, my voice thick with desire.
But suddenly Vishal pulled out and before I knew it his cockhead was on my ass. "No baby, not there." I shouted. "No Vishal, not there. I've never done that before." I tried to squirm away, but Vishal's grip on my hips was too strong. He chuckled, his voice low and dirty. "Relax, baby. I'm going to take it easy on you. I just want to feel your tight little asshole around my cock." I gasped, my body tensing as I felt the head of his cock press against my asshole. "Vishal, please," I begged, my voice shaking. "I don't know if I can take it." He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Shh, baby," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Just relax. I'll go slow." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I felt him press the head of his cock against my tight, puckered hole. "Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Vishal's fingers found my clit, rubbing it gently as he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my ass. I gasped, my body tensing as I felt the burn of his intrusion. "Fuck, Vishal," I moaned, my hands gripping the seat.
"It burns." Vishal's fingers continued to rub my clit, his touch gentle and soothing. "I know, baby," he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. "Just relax and let me in. It'll feel good, I promise." I took a deep breath, trying to relax my body as I felt him push forward, his cock sliding deeper into my ass. The burn was intense, but the pleasure was building too, the sensation of being filled in a way I never had before was overwhelming. "That's it, baby," Vishal growled, his hips moving slowly, his cock sliding in and out of my ass.
I moaned, my body relaxing as the pleasure started to build. Vishal's fingers were still working my clit, his touch gentle yet firm, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "Fuck, Vishal," I panted, my voice thick with desire. "You feel so fucking good." He chuckled, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with ease. "You like that, baby? You like my cock in your ass?" I nodded, my body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Vishal.
I love it. I love the way you fill me up. The way you stretch me. It's so fucking dirty and wrong, but it feels so good." I moaned, my voice thick with desire as Vishal's cock slid in and out of my ass, the burn slowly giving way to pleasure.
Vishal's breath hitched, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with ease. "You're so fucking tight, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is like a fucking vice around my cock.
I can feel every inch of it, Isha," Vishal grunted, his hips slamming into me with force. I moaned, my body writhing beneath him, my ass taking every inch of his thick shaft. The burn was still there, but it was mixed with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "You're so deep. I can feel you in my stomach." Vishal growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock pounding into my ass. "You're taking it like a fucking champ, Isha," he grunted, his voice thick with lust.
"Your ass is so fucking tight, it's like a fucking glove around my cock." "You're so fucking tight, Isha," he grunted, his voice thick with lust.
I can feel every inch of it, Isha," Vishal growled, his hips slamming into me with force.
Vishal's fingers found my clit again, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"Fuck, Vishal," I moaned, my voice thick with desire. "You're going to make me come again." "I want to feel you come, Isha," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel your tight little asshole milking my cock." I moaned, my body tensing as the pleasure built, the heat between my legs intensifying with every thrust of his cock. "I'm close, Vishal," I panted, my voice shaking with anticipation.
I'm going to come all over your cock." Vishal growled, his fingers still working my clit as he continued to pound into my ass. "Come all over my fucking cock." Vishal didn't stop, his fingers still working my clit as he continued to pound into me, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with force. "That was...
that was incredible," I panted, my body still shaking with aftershocks.
Vishal's cock was still buried deep in my ass, his body pressed against mine, his breath hot on my neck. He chuckled, his voice low and satisfied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby," he said, his fingers tracing patterns on my back. "But we're not done yet." I looked back at him, my eyes wide. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice breathless. Vishal's eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I mean, I want to fuck you again," he said, his voice a low growl.