“Nope, I can’t wait that long.” He was looking at me with a kind of curious suspicion, clearly uncertain about what to expect as he obliged me b... pulling into the dark empty parking lot one street over. He put the car into park, and turned to me, amused by my obvious energy and excitement. “Wow, you’re sooo drunk. Were you girls partying a little harder than usual?” “Hmm… maybe just a little harder,” I teased, reaching over him and pushing the buttons to move his seat back as far as it would. I could feel myself pressing towards it. He took it out agonisingly slowly and then reached round to slide it into my mouth. As I sucked it I felt him press his cock against my arse.He pressed into me slowly, slowly. I could feel my sphincter tightening - I wasn't used to this at all. I'd done anal twice, but that had been over seven years ago. He put three fingers in my mouth and then entered my arse, hard and abrupt. There was no careful working his way in. He just burst in and started. “Yes.”“Tell me.” Her fingers raked through my hair, resting on the back of my head, where my short, tapered hairline met my neck.“You’re a bad, bad boy,” she breathed.“Are you complaining?”“No.”“What do bad boys have that nice boys don’t?” I withdrew my cock, leaving just the tip teasing her wet slit. Her eyes sprang open and then narrowed. I’m not a mind-reader, but I am convinced she telepathically called me a bastard. Her hips wiggled towards me in a desperate attempt to pull me in.I. Many nights for months, Ruth could be found watching downloaded films and rubbing her cunt until it was sore. The idea of actually doing it came sometime later. In a fit of desperation, she answered an advertisement for a woman to be a bitch to a Doberman. She answered and asked that they chat first. Almost before she had pressed return, the guy answered her post and a chat sequence began that went on for several months.She felt she had got to know the guy. They exchanged computer-generated.