The last time I had seen Mira we were both drunk out of our mind and she was complaining about her knees. It was one of those drunken trysts that carried over from the club. We were on our way to the after hours bar just outside of the city limits. Things were hot and heavy in the back of my friends car as he drove us to our destination. Mira had always been a bit coy, and though I had her many times, it was never a guarantee. She liked to toy, tease, and be chased. I didn’t chase, so that typically led to many nights of frustration for both of us.
That was what was in my head as I pulled back. Two could play that game. I distanced myself a bit as she continued to rub the bulge in my pants and try to chase me across the backseat.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
“Just seeing what you’re going to do about it,” I responded as I gently nodded to my groin.
“Here? Now?”
“If not now, when?”
“No, because you never know when to stop,” she whispered. “I always wind with a mess in my pants.”
“So?” I countered.
“So?! You try acting normal with a fresh sticky batch in your crotch,”
We both cracked up at that thought of our last encounter which had been in a cramped closet at a convention center where we were attending a formal Mardi Gras gala. She had looked particularly stunning in a floor length black dress. I had no choice but to pull the “Anything I want” card. A card I earned while playing a game we had concocted with the results being that the winner got to bend the loser to their will. In this case that meant a closet, her dress hiked up above her waist, and me depositing a load. It was extremely gratifying watching her all fancied up, yet all the while knowing what just occurred in the closet.
She had always been mine. She could play the brat, try to be Alpha, but in the end she always wound up on her knees or on her back. And that’s where she found herself now. My friend had parked the car and headed on in. Mira had broken away and started to make her way to towards the bar before finally relenting and returning.
“I’ll blow you, but you’re not fucking me.”
“Agreed,” I said.
Mira stood framed by the car door and begrudgingly dropped down to her knees. I shifted around so that she was positioned between my legs.
“But you’re swallowing,” I offered.
“You know I ca-“ she started. “Oh, nevermind.”
She tugged at my jeans and slid them down. She lightly kissed my stomach before she ran her hand up my abdomen and pushed me back onto the seat. I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf my cock. It throbbed mercilessly as she went to work. Slow and steady at first, before she started to methodically nibble and work the shaft with her tongue.
“Sit on it,” I commanded.
She stood up and turned away. She cast me a sly smile before unbuckling her belt and with a quick shimmy dropped her pants. She obliged my request using the car door to provide leverage. She rocked back and forth allowing my cock to slide out of her vagina just enough to where rentry created just the right amount of friction. I had trained her well. Too well.
She quickened her pace, the sensation plus the visual of her porcelain white ass bouncing up and down my cock, brought me near climax. Before I could even utter the words to let her know, she had spun around and caught me in her mouth. I unleashed with an electric fury and grabbed the hair on the back of her head so she couldn’t escape it. I held her there for several moments until I started to go limp. I released and she melted back and firmly planted her bare ass on the pavement. I didn’t move.
Still in various states of undress she crawled atop me and just laid there. We heard some chatter near by.
“You think anyone saw us?” she asked.
“Probably,” I offered.
Mira gave me a quick jab to the gut.
“What?!” I said.
“Someone saw us?”
“So,” I countered. “Maybe she's hot and we could invite her to join in.”
“You’re such a perv.”
We laid there for several moments. The chatter had died down and Mira crawled back into the night. I could her belt buckle jingle as she readied herself to go in. Reluctantly I joined her and we made our way inside.
“I want a shot,” Mira stated as she girlishly whirled around in front of me before losing her balance. I caught her and pulled her close.
“You just had one," I whispered.
“Fuck you,” Mira said as she spun away. She laughed and caught her self on the car. “You know what I mean.”
I leaned in and with my thumb I wiped the corner of a lip.
“You’re such a whore,” I said with a smile.
“I have my moments,” she offered “but my fucking knees are killing me.”