Tara left me with Hynden, so we went outside to her car. “i hope you don't mind,” she said as she opened the door. “There aren't really that man... spots to fuck around here.”We climbed into the back of her car and she took her top off before pulling down her bra to expose her big bouncing titties. I slapped them around and sucked on her nipples for a little while.“Now, take it out. I want to see your dick,” Hynden ordered.I quickly pulled down my jeans and my underwear, letting my 5 inch penis. My cock continued to throb in torture, pre-cum flowing in a slow regular stream out of the tip.She started to pick up the pace with the dildo. Sliding fully in and out. The walls of my ass no longer fought to grip the big rubber cock and just surrendered, allowing it to invade freely. I was completely in her control to do what she wanted. Completely helpless with torment and pleasure. Wanting desperately for her to grab my shaft and finish me off.With one slow gliding motion she impaled me to. We'll start again. And this time, you'll count and thank me." Yes, Sir... One, Sir. Thank you, Sir."Waiting for the blow is worse than the blow itself I soon discovered. He did not beat me with a regular rhythm, nor did his belt always land on the same spot. And while I dreaded each blow, and my mind continued to worry about such things as whether my body would be marked or not, I found that the pain was greater. But then I discovered that, if I stopped anticipating where and when the belt. They struggled to get their rhythm at first as they alternated sliding into her mouth, but soon they were thrusting their manhoods into her face like a well drilled team. The salty shafts still tasted of her own insides as minor flows of pre-cum dripped and stretched from their quivering cocks. Then she felt a fat hunk of meat pushing at her down below. She knew it must be Mr. Fatcock. If she was going to get off, it was going to have to be him."Yes, fuck me with that big dick," she said,.