Cars

[NYTomcat]

OK so I need a good story and you guys are always the best place to find this kind of "experience" I need a good sex with and escort in a car story. Anyone?

 

Im sure PK has some great ideas, I cant wait, but anybody else's input is also desired.

[firsttimer]

Hot fantasy. I like this one... Of course minus the last part.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UqTXB-UXU4A

 

 

Oh and here are some helpful tips

 

[Racketjock]

Was traveling back from Austin having hit the clubs with a couple frat buds, fueled up on some tequila, late in the night, it was practically early morning. One had passed out in the back seat and gone night night. My pal riding shotgun and I had to take a raging piss and we were in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I pulled over and while leaning back against the truck, let loose a flood. My buddy chooses this time to come around the back of the truck, stumbling into my forceful stream, then into me. Needless to say, we were both "pissed" and a bit wet. The logical thing being we both had to lose our pants. Having not scored in any way during our bar crawl in Austin and our bladders now spent, my raging hard-on was not appeased. My pal was sitting on the ground taking off his boots first to then ditch his jeans. I took the sensical opportunity to walk over to him, grab him by the head, and shove my cock down his throat to shut him up. Shut him up it did. While I leaned back again the gate of the pick up, a cocksucker was born and cream was spewed which he drank readily. I helped him up, we got back into the truck and drove the rest of the way back home in silence; me with a smile on my face and he rubbing his beard and lips, I know savoring the smell of my cream and the tingle in his lips. Not quite a car story, but one helluva memory for me. I miss that truck.

[NYTomcat]

Was traveling back from Austin having hit the clubs with a couple frat buds, fueled up on some tequila, late in the night, it was practically early morning. One had passed out in the back seat and gone night night. My pal riding shotgun and I had to take a raging piss and we were in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I pulled over and while leaning back against the truck, let loose a flood. My buddy chooses this time to come around the back of the truck, stumbling into my forceful stream, then into me. Needless to say, we were both "pissed" and a bit wet. The logical thing being we both had to lose our pants. Having not scored in any way during our bar crawl in Austin and our bladders now spent, my raging hard-on was not appeased. My pal was sitting on the ground taking off his boots first to then ditch his jeans. I took the sensical opportunity to walk over to him, grab him by the head, and shove my cock down his throat to shut him up. Shut him up it did. While I leaned back again the gate of the pick up, a cocksucker was born and cream was spewed which he drank readily. I helped him up, we got back into the truck and drove the rest of the way back home in silence; me with a smile on my face and he rubbing his beard and lips, I know savoring the smell of my cream and the tingle in his lips. Not quite a car story, but one helluva memory for me. I miss that truck.

 

LOL Thats a great one Thank you It might just be perfect. texans and their trucks. ROFL Thanks

[+ glutes]

Follow TrollBlossomlover in his 'sex in the car' routine:

 

http://m4m-forum.org/showthread.php?t=43604

[Lookin]

Well, it wasn't exactly a car, and it wasn't exactly an escort, but your question does put me in mind of a story told me by a close friend, one Lavender Ruminant, of Biloxi, and 'The Pines'. She was staying at her summer home and had misplaced a small silver flask that had great sentimental value. She looked high and low until at last she recalled leaving it in the carriage when she had arrived the previous evening for a week-long stay. She set off immediately to retrieve it.

 

She found the landau in the far turn of the driveway, where Kurt, her newly hired coachman, had left it when he put away the horses the night before. As she approached, she saw that the rear door had been left ajar. She approached cautiously, as she knew no one else had used the carriage, and she remembered closing the door tightly. Standing on tiptoe and peering in the window, she was not prepared for what she saw. On the seat was her silver flask, open, and with the top nowhere to be seen. Next to it, breathing deeply and with eyes closed, sat Kurt. He was leaning heavily against the far door and appeared to be half asleep. His jacket was on the floor and his trousers were down around his knees. His hand was in his lap and seemed to be holding onto something. She could not make out what it was in the early morning light, noting only that it was nearly a foot long and as big around as an ear of corn.

 

She cautiously opened the door to get a better look. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light within the carriage, she was sure they were playing tricks on her. The object Kurt held so lovingly in his hand appeared to be nothing other than his male appendage! Even though she had grown up in a house with three older brothers, and had often peered out her bedroom window as they frolicked by the lake, she had never before seen such a substantial display of masculinity. She was unable to hold back a loud gasp.

 

Until now, Kurt had been unaware of her presence. Slowly he sat upright and turned to face in her direction. As he lifted his gaze, it met hers directly. His expression was one of surprise and embarrassment, but also something more. He did not look away, and she was aware of an intensity in his deep blue eyes that she had not seen before. He seemed to be looking into her soul, and she was aware of a tingling sensation unlike anything she had ever felt. She was unable to look away, other than a furtive glance to see if the object in his hand was as large as she first thought. It was. In fact, it seemed to have grown even larger, and his half-hearted attempt to cover it with both hands was unsuccessful. She let out another gasp, this one higher pitched, and her eyes grew wide as saucers as they gazed back toward his.

 

I guess you're looking for this., Kurt finally said, looking down on the seat beside him.

 

No!, she replied, blushing. I was merely looking for my silver flask. I had no idea . . .

 

That's what I meant - the flask., Kurt said, with the hint of a smile. I'm afraid it's empty, but I promise to fill it up to the brim just as soon as I've finished my work here.

 

How very thoughtful of you., she said, trying hard to regain her composure.

 

Odd thing, though., said Kurt, I seem to have misplaced the top. It must be in here somewhere. I wonder if you'd help me look for it.

 

Of course., said my friend shyly, stepping into the carriage, closing the door behind her, and drawing down the shade. She was thankful there were no social events scheduled for that day.

 

 

http://www.yourcarriageawaits.co.uk/photos/landau5.jpg

[doitb4ugo]

Wow Aunt Fancy

 

I'm beggining to think we might need an erottic fiction/story section here. Unlike pictures, words carry the strength of the imagination with them. There is not fighting between what we see in our mind and the words on the page. I think I go take care of an appendage mself.

[Guest greatness]

oh my

 

You made me spill a cup of hot green tea in the airplane..lol.. I never thought such a calm scholarly person like you would post such a clip. lol.. See you when I come back kisses and hugs all~~~

 

PS Last part should not happen!

 

Hot fantasy. I like this one... Of course minus the last part.

 

[+ purplekow]

Why Aunt Fancy, I do declare that you are scandalous. Now I know "Lavender Ruminant" quite well and there a few things that lead me to believe that your story is, at least in part, apocryphal. First, the Lavender Ruminant that I know so well, never approaches an open rear door with trepidation. Second, when confronted with a substantial display of male endowment, Lavender Ruminant has never been known to gasp, though an occasion a gag has been ellicited. Finally, Lavender's eyes were always as large as saucers. A peculiar effect of the belladonna she took daily. It is unlikely that her eyes could be any larger, no matter how appealing the view. It was interesting though, that soon after Kurt the Coachman was hired as a driver in the Pines, and most of those who passed even briefly through the Pines in those days were likely to be driven by Kurt, Lavender no longer needed the Bella Donna, a medicine well known to quiet unpleasant sensations in ones digestive system. Lavender was famous for saying:

"Kurt knows how to drive better than anyone in these parts. The ride is usually exhilarating and he has allowed me to toss away my Bella Donna as one long ride with Kurt has given my digestive system. well, a new sense of purpose. a new direction, if you will."

[firsttimer]

You made me spill a cup of hot green tea in the airplane..lol.. I never thought such a calm scholarly person like you would post such a clip. lol.. See you when I come back kisses and hugs all~~~

 

PS Last part should not happen!

 

Lol. You should watch that episode of Medium as it has two other hot clips in it and the twist at the end is great too!

 

*The woman is not the killer!*