Read My Kink

Cars are sexy, or at least, they can be.  The first time I met Sebastian and Katja, their car turned me on almost as much as the idea of playing with them did.  Now granted, I could probably never spew off numbers and technical specifications like any other car enthusiast out there; but there is definitely some kind of undefined sexual appeal that radiates off the right car.

Sebastian and I have previously had a conversation, in which I described a scenario where I ended up making dents in his car from fucking on top of it.  Last night, the Sandman, or whoever is in charge of running my dreams, decided to revisit that scene.  Now normally, I would just brush off an erotic dream, or perhaps even revisit it while my hand is on my cunt; however, today, i am bored at work, guarding an empty pool, and in the mood to write something.  So here’s how my dream went last night:

Now just a little note:  I am having issues with tenses today.  Sorry if the story jumps between past and present tenses.  I tried to make it all make sense.  Parts of this story are lacking in detail, simply because I cannot remember what happened.  I suppose I’ll just have to revisit this dream and fill the blanks in.

I had somehow found my way into Sebastian and Katja’s garage, sometime after midnight, with a coworker from the pool.  Let’s call him Karl.  Now, I don’t know how it happened; but before I knew it, I was bent over their car, under Karl, getting the horniness pounded out of me.  His cock felt perfect, hitting all the right spots, as he pinched my nipples with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other.  Next thing i know, the door to the house opens, the lights come on, and who should be standing there but Sebastian, with an unreadable look on his face.

Karl and I stop mid-fuck and he pulls out of me, reaching for his pants.  I look up at Sebastian and slam my head down on the car, closing my eyes, hoping that it’s all a dream.  A second later, I look up and Sebastian is still there.  I slowly get up off the car, walk over to him, and get down on the cold garage floor, placing my head at his feet and my ass in the air.  Without saying a word, Sebastian grabs a handful of my hair and drags me out onto the driveway.

A half-asleep Katja appears at the door, asking, “Master, what’s going on?”

He yanks my hair so that my head is down on the floor again and leaves me there. “Stay.”

Walking over to Katja, Sebastian whispers a few words to her.  They kiss, and she disappears back into the house.  Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Karl standing on the sidewalk, frozen in what I thought was half terror and half excitement.  I can feel the rough pavement against my knees, as the cool wind put goosebumps all over my body.

Sebastian returns, giving me a few firm smacks on the ass.  He pulls my hair once more, this time, jerking my head towards his cock.  My mouth instinctively opens and I feel him thrust into my throat, choking me.  He jerks my head back and forth until I can’t breathe.  Finally, he releases his hold on my hair, letting me take a breath.  A mouthful of vomit spews out of my mouth, onto the driveway, but he doesn’t care.  One breath was all I got before his cock entered my mouth once again.

Katja walks out, staring at me, handing Sebastian the condoms and setting a few other things down.  Sebastian stands me up, and bends me over, so that I am grabbing just above my ankles.  I feel Sebastian sticking a finger into my asscunt, then another, and another.  Pouring some lube into the hole, he thrusts his fingers in and out a couple times.  Then, in one swift motion, he sticks his cock inside.  I feel a sharp pain, as my hole slowly stretches open.  I let out a little wail.  My brain was going into a panic – What had he just done?  I try to relax, but the pain just won’t go away.  I see Karl looking at us, a look of puzzled contentment on his face.  I glare back at him, begging wit my eyes, for him to help me.

“Quiet,” Sebastian says as he plants another firm smack onto my ass, “You knew this would happen.”

And I did know.  We had even talked about it before.  I had asked him a few weeks ago, what would happen if I fucked and left dents on the hood of his car.  So I just take it, moaning quietly to myself as he pounds my asscunt.  I feel the hole getting tender, starting to get tired from Sebastian’s bigger-than-average cock.  I try to get up and ask, beg, him to stop, but he pushes me down.

“This right here,” he says, grabbing my ass with a monster grip, “is mine for the night.”

My knees hit the ground and I feel my skin scraping against the pavement.  I thought, for a second, that it was over; but Sebastian wasn’t done yet.  He picks something up from the floor.  I heard it before I felt it, the buggy whip that I had always feared.  I felt a burning sting on my left thigh, followed by one on my right.  This continues on for a little while longer; each crack from the whip leaving a mark somewhere on my body.

Sebastian finally puts the whip down, picking something else off the floor.  The glass butt plug that I had so eagerly taken on my first night with Sebastian and Katja was back; this time, making its way through my already sore asscunt.  With one final push, I feel my sphincter close around the narrow part of the plug.  Sebastian then runs his fingers over my labia, slowly making his way into my cunt.  Very much not to his surprise, it was wet.  He let out a little cackle and let his fingers play inside me.  I feel the plug through the wall of my cunt, as Sebastian’s fingers relentlessly hit my over-sensitive spots.

“Ass up!” he says, as his palm lands on top of the welts left from the buggy whip.  I arch my back a little more and present my ass as I always did.  Sebastian fingers me until I can almost no longer take it.  Then, to my dismay, he flips me over and brings my legs towards my chest.  Squatting down, he enters my cunt, thrusting fast and hard.  I could feel the pain in the bottom of my stomach, as he pounded, harder and harder.  I moan with every thrust, getting lost in Sebastian’s control.

Sebastian finally stops, leaving me on the ground.  Karl walks over and picks me up, helping me onto my feet.

“Go clean up and go to bed.  He,” he said, pointing to Karl, “can sleep on the couch.  We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

And then I woke up.

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