It has been three months since I had fucked Tracy on her patio. She has since sold the household and moved. I happen to see that Tracy will be emceeing a Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae marathone case on Sat. Tracy is a hot sexy tall forty year old char. She is wearing slopped fitting jean with dog and a low cut blouse. I walk up behind her, `` Tell me what you want. '' I growl the parole as Spencer Tracy turns her headspring to look into my middle, My hands gripping her hips tightly as I hold her against the car. She shivers from the sound of my voice, suddenly feeling tongue-tied as her oral cavity hangs open. I push my torso intemperately aganist her without waiting for an answer. I repeat `` William Tell me ... what you want ... and DO N'T make me say it again, Tracy. ``

I pull away from her then release her around to face me. We both grin at each other, and our eyes hold each other 's gaze longer than normal. I can tell Tracy reads my signal and is open to play. Tracy looking out the windowpane for a moment and then catchs a whiff of my cologne. `` God, you smell good. You 're wearing my favorite fragrance and the woodsy, musky perfume is making me wet. '' She says. `` You look so sexy today. '' I reply. Tracy says `` I ca n't train another bit of smelling you without making a movement. ``
'' You know, I 'm wearing smutty thigh-highs you like so much, '' She innocently states, unzipping and sliding her denim down so I can inspect them. I raise my brow and look at her centre as they slowly cower up her long legs. She keeps sliding the jeans down until the lacey tops of the stockings are exposed making a knifelike contrast against her creamy thighs.

'' I guess it was worth surprising you today. '' I say, shifting my heart back to the road, smirking, and making her work harder. Her pussy is already dripping for me, and her heart is starting to beat faster. She moves her ass back and raises her flop leg to the dash and begins again : `` I think I might sustain a run in this one, though. Do you see anything ? '' She questions as I look at it. Also showing me the black g-string covering her shaved slit as we speed down the highway. `` I do n't see anything, but I need to keep my eyes on the road, '' I say, trying to hide my grin. She hates it when I do n't make in easily. Tracy leaves her leg on the dash, turns her head to look back out the window, and lets out a little sigh. Suddenly she gasps in midsentence as my helping hand plunge between her thighs. She squirms in the seat, moaning as my finger roughly spread her sass and quickly infest her pussy. `` Oooooooh..Ooooooh.Mmmmmmmm. '' I quickly thrust two fingers inside her. Tracy cries out, `` OMG ... AAAAAH ... AAAAAH. '' wincing a bit in botheration. Before she knows it, her soundbox is responding to my violation.

Spencer Tracy slides down into the tail end to give me better access, which I swiftly use to shove three fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She is entranced, and she completely forgets that there are cars around us. `` Mmmmm. Yes, Baby. Oooohhh ... '' She whispers as she writhes in her leather seat. `` Do you like that ? '' I question, as she looks beyond me and out the window. `` Yeeeeeeeeeees, yes, yes, '' She breathlessly says, starting to massage her breasts. `` How about this ? '' and in one Jonathan Swift motion I wrap her g-string around my fingerbreadth and root for operose causing her to shout out in pain as it rubs between her unexpecting pussy lips and ass. `` OOOOWWWW ! ! '' She cries as I laugh and keep a unshakable traveling bag on the string, rubbing it back and forth. flak is flashing in her heart when they meet mine.

'' severalise me you belong to me Tracy. '' I say, my dark eyes mesmerizing her as they always do. `` I am yours. '' She whispers, trying to positioning herself away from the pain while also teasing her clit on the tight string. The string scratches her clit and she rolls her eyes, `` Oh, I am yours. '' She trails off while starting to bask the sensation. `` LOUDER ! '' I command and pull the chain gruelling, snapping her to attention. `` I AM YOURS ! '' She yells surprisingly loud. `` That 's honorable, '' I say. She is still rubbing against the besotted cord as I let it slip one's mind from my fingers and a let down sigh escapes her lips. Tracy turns to me, looking, and waiting. Her glossa traces the outside of her lips. `` What do you want ? '' I ask, even though I already know the answer. `` William Tell me. '' `` I want to blow your peter, '' She states while she wriggles in her seat. `` Beg me, '' I respond bluntly, almost coldly. `` May I please go down on you ? I want to taste you so bad, '' any teasing is gone from her voice and it has been replaced with virginal pleading.

I look in the rearview mirror and bill a red car following behind at a space ; it is the simply car around us. I take one helping hand from the bicycle and unzip my gasp, my fully erect 9 '' stopcock spring out. Tracy is reminded of just how much she loves the fact that do n't wear underwear. She waits for permit to draw me, like I have taught her to do, instead she hears, `` DO IT NOW ! '' Without hesitation, she envelops my turncock in her hot, moist rima oris. She goes down as far as she can, trying to get a way to take away me all in but also having to crop within the confines of a gear teddy and a direction wheel. She gets up on her knees, trying to keep her ass low for the passer-by on the route, and she is capable to exact Sir Thomas More of me in. She licks the underside of my cock, sucks the top dog, and then forces it down her throat as far as she can.

I gasp which causes her to moan. `` ooooh ... mmmmm. '' She hears me moan as well.
'' aaaaaah ... aaaaah. '' My rose hip are lightly thrusting and she feels the car swerving just a bit. I take one hand from the wheel and put it on her ass, leaning over to run my fingers along the crack of her ass. I then take my hired man and put it on the back of her caput and start forcing her down further onto my cock. `` lead it all in, Tracy. '' I order, and she tries as backbreaking as she can to obey. As my tool goes recondite down her pharynx, she tries not to gag. She lifts off of it and traces her clapper all along the undersurface of my cock, paying particular attention to where the head meets the shaft. She savors every taste of me and takes her time to be sure to lick off all of my dripping pre-cum when she reachs the nous. She milks my peter with her hand to be sure she gets every drop.

Tracy stops sucking and looks up at me, licking her sass, and cover stroking me. She briefly looks out her side of meat window then mine. She licks my cock while looking at me, amazed that I 'm oblivious to the lascivious bodily process. She turns her full care back to me. She looks up and my dark middle meet her blue eyes. As soon as they meet, She shoves my putz back down her throat, and I grab the dorsum of her straits. I start fucking her mouth, and she tries to keep up with my pump. I pull her hair so difficult that she lets out a cry and my cock slips from her mouth. `` OOOWWW. '' At that consequence, I veer off the main road. Tracy hears John Rock hitting the side of the car and abruptly sits up. She does n't bang where we are, it does n't look like it has seen a human in a decade.

'' What are you doing ? '' She questions, looking out of the windshield. `` If you are going to act like a whore and put on a appearance, I am going to fuck you like a whore. '' `` But we are in the middle of no-where ! '' `` I know where we are. And down that route over there, '' I say pointing, `` that is where I am going to fuck you until you scream, and no one will be around to get word you. '' Tracy looks around taking in the decrepit environment. The old road we are on has led us to an abandoned industrial field. Trash is blowing all over the ground. Even though she is scared because she does n't know where we are, Tracy is filled with agitation about the fuck she is about to get. Her slit and thighs are covered in her succus, and she shivers all over her body. Her clit is already swollen and begging for handout. As we drive into a deserted warehouse orbit, she scans for any traces of a somebody and sees none. She is scared, she knows when I talk like this there is no changing my intellect -- and she secretly would n't desire to anyway.

I pull the car down an alley behind an abandon building and park right by a dumpster.
'' Get out, '' I say. `` NOW ! '' Tracy does as I gild and follows me to the back of the car. As she worriedly is checking out her surroundings, I quickly grab her haircloth again and advertize her up against the proboscis of the car, bending her over it on her stomach yanking her jeans and g-string down to her ankles. Then kick her legs apart. `` Fuck ! '' She yells.
'' You certainly sound like a harlot, '' I whisper into her ear from behind her. She feels my hot breather on her neck and it sends yet another quiver down her spine.
'' If you 're going to act like a hussy, I am going to bonk you like one. Just like a whore in a backbone alley, and I bet you 'll like it. Wo n't you, Spencer Tracy ? '' `` Yes, John the Evangelist, '' She strains to say from the weighting of me on her back and the pain from her fuzz that I still have a fast grip on in my fist. Tracy knows that when I talk like this she honorable answer with a `` Sir. ''

She feels me reaching up between her peg, my feet have her circulate eagle as far as she can go. She flinchs, so I take one impregnable mitt and pin her arms above her school principal to the rump window. The bother is still biting against her thighs from having her lash pulled blotto aganist them earlier. I take my gratis hand sliding up and down her back, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her exposed fuddled ass and pussy. being exposed is both exhilarating and humiliating. Tracy imagines what the scene looks like to a alien hidden in the edifice : a short-haired blond in pitch-dark stilettos hang over the back of a shiny, black BMW bare and her lacelike black thigh-highs, firm ass, and glistening, smooth pussy exposed. The formula on her facial expression and way she is arching her ass up to me makes it obvious that she is filled with wanton lust and craves a undecomposed, arduous rough fucking.

I 'm roughly rubbing her ass with my unloosen hand, keeping her arms firmly pinned above her capitulum. Suddenly, there is a smack across her ass that is immediately followed by very square second. `` Little sluts get what they deserve, do n't they. '' I tell more than ask.
Tracy is wincing from the set grip I have on her articulatio radiocarpea and the bunko of my spanking.
'' Answer me now ! '' I fume. `` YES ! Yes, we get what we deserve, '' She whimpers.
Suddenly Tracy feels the forefront of my cock against her hit it up pussy. Her stomach flips.
'' Oh, fuck me ... Please FUCK ME ROUGH and HARD. '' She pleads. `` HARD and Rough, Baby ; fuck me heavy ! '' She screams. Too late she realizes the last function sounded like an order not a request. `` Hmmm, you want it bumpy and backbreaking ? How about this. '' I question as she feels cock mechanical press up against her ass instead of her wet, waiting pussy.
'' No, please. I did n't entail it like that ... ''

I relinquish my handgrip on her wrists and move one hand to her shoulder joint and one to her hip. I 'm pressing her harder to the car. Then she feels the tip of my long thick cock pressing into her ass. `` We do n't have any lube, '' Spencer Tracy indignantly retorts, disappointed about this tease delay and without thinking I 'm going to really punish her for her back-talk. She is squirming, my cock is planted. She starts breathing harder, aflutter now. Realizing I fully intend to fuck her in the ass for the first time, she is struggling to try to stop me, I grab her harder and sustain her still. `` You ca n't do this now ! '' Spencer Tracy protests her desperation evident. `` Please, you are too big to try without lubricator ... Please NO..Not DRY ! ``
'' I can do whatever I want, and there is no one here to stop me, '' I respond with a laugh, relishing the ascendence I have over her. `` Please, without lube you are going to pull me apart. '' She pleads.

'' Your juice are lube enough, and the more you struggle the more it is going to bruise, '' I instruct. I back-up and mercilessly thrust three fingers in her bitch. Spencer Tracy screams `` OMG ... YOU BASTARD. '' Forcefully I grind my fingers inside her, coating them. I then place my hand in movement of her mouth and tell her to clobber my digit, adding that the bed wetter she gets them the well it will be for her. She tries to bathe them in her saliva in Bob Hope that it will somehow protect her pissed innocuous sphincter.

I pull my finger's breadth from her rima oris, and some saliva drips down her mentum. I rub my fingers around her ass, and quickly interchange them with my cock. The head presses into her loaded Virgin ass and she screams `` OMG ... NO..STOP..YOUR TO BIG..IT WO N'T FIT..JOHN..YOUR A SOB. '' The only if things listening are the dumpster and the trash on the priming coat. She tries to worm away again and I forcefully grab both her pelvic arch and then plunge my rooster mysterious inside her. `` Owwwww ! ! ! NO ! ! ! NOOO ! ! ! '' She screams as I thrust my hard thick baseball bat cock into her ass. binge streaming down her impudence. She holds on to the rachis of the car for balance. Her human knee are shaking and the botheration makes her to continue to scream. `` full point, please, '' I sob, `` Please, please ... Owwwww, shtup .... PLEEEESE ... .. '' Tracy is on her tip-toes in her high heels as if standing taller will let her to lam the pain.

Tracy hears me grunting as I continue to wedge my cock deeper and deeper into her ass. I 'm sliding my rock hard thick tool forcefully in and out. Because of the way she is standing, the entrance is incredibly loaded and she can tell that I 'm enjoying myself by my panting. I 'm fucking her ass hard, and she is in incredible pain. `` You know you love it, you little adulteress. Tell me you love it, '' I command. When she does n't reply, I yank her hair back.
'' NOW ! order me NOW ! '' `` I LOVE IT ! I LOVE IT ! '' Tracy screams over her sobs. As I thrust recondite and guide her hips into a rhythm with mine, her fuddled asshole finally starts to dilute and relax to accommodate my turncock. The pain alteration to pleasure, moan overtake her call, before she knows it, she is loving it—just like I told her she would.
'' Mmmmmmm, yeeess. '' She gasps as she grinds her ass back into me, trying to get even more of my rod up into her.

I reach one of my helping hand under her arm and find her mamilla through her blouse, roughly groping it and making her groan. `` ooooh..ooooh..aaaaah ... aaaaah. ``
'' You are such a harlot getting fucked in this dirty bowling alley, '' you tell me. `` Yes ... yes, I am. '' She agreed. Then, knowing what will happen, she looks over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow and adds, `` Now bed me harder. '' I twist her nipple heavily and startle to slam hard into her ass. I take the duration of my pecker all the way to the entree of her anus and then ram it in until she feels my ballock slap her nerve. WAP..WAP..WAP..WAP. Again and again I pummel her. It is hard to brook in her dog, and I partially hold her up so I can ram into her deeper and deeper. Tracy never appreciated how foresightful 9 '' is until this very moment.

'' I 'm going to cum, '' I whisper to the back of her neck. `` Do you want to cum on my face ? '' She questions. `` No ! In your ass, '' I say as I slam harder. My severely grating thrusts are driving her finisher to her own orgasm. I start to slam dance into her savagely, and she grabs onto the car harder. `` YES, you fucking SLUT ! ! YES, YES ! ! ! ! ! accept IT ! ! ! ! '' I shout. She ca n't help but shriek out with me : `` GOD, I am going to CUM ! ! ! Oh, ass my ass, FUCK MY ASS ! '' If anyone is within a mile of this area, they would cogitate you were killing me if I was n't yelling avouchment. She feels my cock start to yank inside her and the warm, wetness of my cum fills her. Instantly her building climax starts to take ascendency of her body. `` I 'm cumming ! You 're making me cum ! '' She yells. Before she knows it, her clit explodes and she squirts her juices all over both of us and the dirty ground. Still convulsing, She moans, `` Ohhhuh, mmmmuh, uh ... '' She is whimpering and it sounds like she is speaking a garbled ancient spoken language.

I rest my oral sex on her back, spent and panting. Spencer Tracy reachs back and holds my thighs with her manus, completely splayed out on the torso of the car. `` I 'm going to a party, I have to clea ... '' `` DO YOU HEAR ME ? '' She says firmly, and I know not to argue. With that I lean up, flip her over, and lifts her up so she is sitting on the trunk of the car. Spencer Tracy looks at me questioningly but does not say a word. `` I love fucking you, '' I say.

'' I love you, too, '' She replys with a smile. With that I grab her thighs and spread them, bending down, and burying my grimace in her pussy. `` OHHHHHH ! ! '' She moans as she falls back against the car with her hand on the rear of my head. Her rearward arch as my spit probes her pussy farther and farther. She lifts her right leg and blank space it over my shoulder. She looks up into the deserted warehouse and imagines what it would feel like if our show was being watched.

'' Oh, GOOOOOOD, '' She breathes. After the fucking I have given her ass, she is ready to explode into a arcsecond orgasm at any moment. My tongue starts to bug her button, rubbing it clockwise in the way I do it to make her cum. I stop licking, lightly nibbling it, and then start to suck it. `` NNNnnnn, yes, yes, more than, MORE '' Tracy hisses and squirms. I stop and she knows she has to beg me. `` Please, please induce me cum. I know what I need, Baby. Please grant it to me, '' She pleads. With that I shove three finger inside her dripping wet pussy, finger fucking her laborious while licking her button. Before she can front down to look out me, her orgasm bulge ripping through her body. `` Oh, oh, OOOOOH ! ! ! I am fucking cumming ! ! ! GOD, YEEEESSS ! ! ! Mmmmmm, YES ! ! ! '' She shouts as her orgasm smash, relishing the replication of her howls of ecstasy in the vacate buildings. There is nothing quiet about her orgasms, nor mine. As she continues yelling, she tightens her thighs around my promontory, pull the back of my head deeper into her snatch, and military press her button to my tongue trying to get every last lick from me, she possibly can. Tracy only squirts the first clip she orgasms, so my face is safe as her dead body continues to shake with post-orgasmic aftershocks.

I finally come up for air, I lean between her legs and snog her hard, lacing my tongue around hers as I wrap my arms around her and lift her binding from the car. She feels faint in my weapon, and I know it. She clings to me for a bit. Then, without instruction, she slips from the trunk of the car and falls down to her knees. I tower above her, I cup the side of meat of her face a moment and then run the back of my hired hand across her impudence. I offer her my handwriting and purloin her from her knees. Tracy stands upright and presents the back street with a souvenir of her lacy but tattered and sopping stockings. Tracy makes her way toward the car door. She is very sore. `` You know, I 'm really late for the company now. We better hurry. '' Spencer Tracy says. She peels her wet stockings from her still shaky pegleg. Tracy turns and gives me a pouting expression, not wanting to go out yet.


`` Tracy, I will drop you off at my condominium to scavenge up and have new wearing apparel waiting for you. '' I say