One friday night, I went out for drinks with my usual friends (we often hit bars or throw small house parties together). It had been a stressful week at work and I really needed to unwind and let off some steam. Stressful week also means my pussy had been quiet all week. So yeah, I was also craving some craziness that night. We drank a lot, laughed our asses off, but nothing happened after. I’d thrown a couple of glances at strangers in the bar, but nothing wild. On the way home I felt this heavy frustration, this empty stomach : I wanted to go further that night but nothing had gone down. It was too much. I wanted too much.

I texted one of my regular black cock “friend”, the one who always has exactly what I need to get wrecked. He replied instantly. Like always, he comes to pick me up in his car and I already know he’s rock-hard and ready (every single time we start making out in the car, fucking in the car, in a parking lot or sometimes at his place). The second I sit in the passenger seat, before I can even reach for the seatbelt, he grabs my hairs and slams my face straight into his crotch. I obey instantly. I was starving for it, I’d been waiting for this. I unzip him and pull out his thick cock. It was already hard, reeking of strong sweat and musk. The smell hit me like a drug and I swallowed it whole, tongue swirling around the tip. I sucked hard, desperate to get that thick, bitter precum taste I crave. I could feel every fat vein sliding over my stretched lips. Up and down, sloppy wet strokes, I sucked his dick with my entire soul. Drooling all over it.

While I was bent over his fat shaft, my short dress rode up, exposing my tight pink thong wedged deep between my ass cheeks. He slid his hand under the string and started tugging it, playing with my already soaking pussy. “Don’t fucking soak my seat, you hungry bitch !” he laughed. I rolled my eyes, annoyed by his usual macho bullshit, but kept sucking him even harder. (He does that every time, I’m used to it!)

We pull into the underground parking of his building and everything speeds up : he yanks my dress off in one rough pull, unhooks my bra. He reclines his seat and drags me onto him. I awkwardly slide onto his lap, my dripping cunt smearing slick all over his pants until my pussy lips kiss his swollen cockhead. I’m facing the windshield, ass and pink thong right in his face.

He slams me down hard onto his dick. One hard pull. I felt every thick inch forcing its way inside. It was too sudden, too rough. I moaned loud as fuck. His heavy balls mashed against my ass, his shaft buried to the root, but he kept pushing deeper. I was literally impaled on his cock. I started bouncing on it, up-down-up-down. My tits slapped together in rhythm. My pussy gripping his veiny cock and juicing all over it.

After a minute in that position he suddenly opens his door and shoves me out. For a second I panicked, underground building parking, but fear flipped straight into hunger. My pussy throbbed with emptiness. I needed more. I was shaking on my high heels. Eager for more.

He bends me over the hood, tits pressed against the metal, ass in the air. I feel him pull my thong aside, scoop some of my dripping pussy juice and smear it over my asshole. Then he rams his whole cock into my ass in one brutal thrust. I yelped, shock and pleasure exploding through me. He starts pounding my ass like that. His thick dick stretching everything in its path. I reach back with both hands, spreading my cheeks as wide as possible to give his manly shaft more room. His powerful thrusts make his full balls slap loudly against my ass, smashing me harder against the hood. My pussy is leaking all over the car hood, making a shiny wet mess.

Suddenly I feel him slam in one last violent, deep stroke. Hot jets explode inside my wrecked asshole : thick, hot cum flooding. I finally felt full, satisfied. He pulls out abruptly, ropes of semen splash onto my thighs and drip down my heels. I’m panting like a used slut, ass gaping, sore, filthy, trembling. I stay bent over the hood, legs shaking, unable to move.

Then I hear the car locks click. I turn my head just in time to see the hazard lights flash once. He’s already at the elevator at the end of the parking lot, doors closing on his smug, mocking laugh. I barely catch his loud “Good luck, slut!” before the doors shut.

I freeze in pure shame. I don’t know what to do, my brain short-circuiting. I push myself off the hood, trying to pull my thong back into place, clenching my ass to keep the cum from pouring out, but it’s useless. Thick white streams run down my legs anyway. Used. Dumped. Like the worthless whore I am. I try the car door : locked. My dress and bra are inside. I bang on the window like an idiot, as if that would help.

I’ve been to this parking lot and his place plenty of times, so I know where he lives. I start running toward the elevator : pink thong, tits bouncing free, high heels clacking, cum sliding down my thighs and dripping onto the concrete. No badge for the elevator. I find the stairwell.

Seven floors. I have to stop every floor, out of breath, ass still gaping and leaking, legs shiny with drying semen, heels slipping on the steps where drops of his load have fallen.

When I finally reach his floor I rush to his door and pound on it like crazy. Then I freeze, terrified the neighbors will hear.

From inside, loud enough for the whole hallway: “Who is it ? Is that my horny little slut ?”

My face burns with humiliation.

“Open “ I whisper.

“I can’t hear you. Is that my used whore ?”

Shame and anger choke me. And then the last shred of dignity leaves my body. I say it, voice shaking but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear:

“Yes… it’s your horny little slut.”

Silence. Then his deep, evil chuckle.

The door opens. He’s standing there, cock still half-hard, still glossy with my juices and his own cum, unwashed. He looks down at me, victorious.

I look down, body still trembling, ass sore, cum slowly drying on me.

And despite the burning shame… I loved it ! I have to admit it. I love it.

It had erased everything. My shitty week, my stress, all of it.

I was just his used, filthy, abandoned slut on a parking lot hood… and I was already craving more.