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“What I’m trying to understand here, Megan, is why you continue to put yourself in these high-risk situations?” Sitting forward, he leaned his elbows on his knees. His forehead scrunched with genuine concern as he fixed his gaze on her, trying to connect with this woman.
She sighed, tipping her head back on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling. At the base of her neck, right where the collar of her Joy Division t-shirt ended, he saw another bruise peeking out that he had not noticed earlier. The deep purple on her arm was rather obvious as soon as she walked in.
“Because I like it!” She finally announced, her tone frustrated. She acted as if her strange attraction to putting herself in danger was a common-sense personality trait. “I enjoy the sensation of being scared, of that adrenaline rush. It’s such a high not to know what’s going to happen next!”
“You are seeking out danger that comes with lifelong consequences, potentially! Purposefully putting yourself into a situation where strangers can bodily harm you, or worse.”
“I guess I’m a thrillseeker.” Megan shrugged. She certainly looked confident in her convictions. “The guys who drag race or fight in underground rings do the same sort of thing. And I bet I get far more pleasure out of it than they do.”
“But there are safer ways to get the same sort of rush,” he argued, tilting his head to the side.
Healthier ways, too, that wouldn’t involve bodily harm.
She was his patient, but he couldn’t deny that she was an objectively beautiful woman.
This had nothing to do with any sort of inappropriate attraction; it was just a fact.
“Roller coasters, just off the top of my head,” he suggested, though he was certain she’d decline that idea.
“That’s different. I like roller coasters too, but they lack that human unpredictability.
And they are the same every time.” She leaned forward, too, and met his gaze from a few feet away.
“Plus, would you really compare the thrill of an orgasm to riding a rollercoaster?” Her eyes flared with an electric mischief.
They’re not the same.” She smirked, making her therapist blush.
* * *
Megan smiled to herself as she threw her cigarette down on the ground and stubbed it out with her foot.
Her Doc Martens ground the filter thoroughly into the pavement.
She wasn’t sure why exactly she just thought back to elementary school and the way they used to teach them to never meet strangers from the internet in person.
Even then, she was skeptical of that rule.
She leaned against the rough cement wall of the mini-mart, stuffing her hands inside the pockets of her surplus jacket.
The evening breeze caught the hem of her short skirt, blowing underneath it and making Megan shiver.
It was a chilly for a summer night. Casting a glance in each direction, she became more impatient as she waited for the date that she had made yesterday.
“The bastard better show up soon, before I lose my patience and just go find someone at a bar,” she muttered to herself, tugging her jacket lower.
It made sense for her to wear something with easy access, especially since they weren’t even going out to dinner or anything. The whole ‘date’ was purely transactional. They each needed something from the other and didn’t need to spend time on small talk to get it.
A white Honda parked in the shadows on the other side of the parking lot.
Megan had noticed that spot before because the closest streetlight to it was out and it suggested privacy.
A burly man got out of the driver’s seat and looked around, spotting her there.
She was quite certain this would be Jerry.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, no doubt waiting for her to approach.
He wasn’t about to come anywhere near the mini-mart and risk getting spotted by the employee inside or the potential cameras.
He was exactly what she’d hoped for - built like a bouncer and mean-looking.
“Hi Jerry,” she greeted him with a smile as she halved the distance between them.
“Get in the car,” he replied gruffly, his expression serious.
He held the door to the back seat open for her and a thrill immediately ebbed up inside Megan.
Were they going to do it here, or was he going to take her somewhere?
She’d be good either way, but if he took her to his place or to some abandoned warehouse with a dirty mattress on the floor, she imagined the fun lasting longer.
She only had to wonder for a moment because as soon as she was in the dingy backseat, the floor of which was littered with wrappers and empty soda bottles, Jerry lowered himself onto the seat beside her.
He shut the door and opened his pants, not wasting any time.
Was he worried that she’d change her mind?
“You told me you like sucking cock. I didn’t want to make you wait for it,” he announced, producing his half-hard shaft.
Reaching out to grasp his length with her hand, she gave Jerry a flirty smile as she began to stroke.
“You’re quite direct, aren’t you?”
“I don’t have all fucking night, slut.” He grasped the back of her neck firmly and pulled her in closer to his crotch.
The pain of his grip on her neck shot right down to her pussy. She was tingling from the way he pushed her down when she tried to resist, which she only did for show. And she felt herself growing wet when the chubby dick slapped her face and dragged across her lips.
“Open your fucking mouth!” He shouted, squeezing the back of her neck. He had no idea what that sort of brutality did for her!
She considered acting a bit more obstinate, in the hopes of getting slapped around some more, but she was rather keyed up after the long wait and wanted to get to the main event.
Megan opened her mouth, accepting the stranger’s penis.
It was musty with a tinge of sweat, the skin still a bit loose and wrinkly around its length.
She circled the shaft with her tongue, offering it a bit of suction, stretching it out to erectness.
The man’s hand shifted into her hair, pushing her head down onto it.
It wasn’t hard to take - even as it grew stiffer, it wasn’t very long.
The arousal pulsed through her entire body, tingling between her thighs as she sucked the cock of this man she just met. Her thighs clenched tightly while moisture formed between them. Megan moaned around the cock, enjoying the hard length between her lips.
“You fucking love it, don’t you?” He growled at her smugly from above.
“Mhmm,” she hummed in affirmation around his erection. She felt it twitch, accepting the praise, no doubt pompous at being the source of her excitement.
It would have been even better if he were bigger, jamming his cock deep down her throat, she thought.
Imagining being forced down onto a thick long shaft that jammed into her throat, making her gag and choke, only made Megan more turned on.
Her hard nipples rubbed against the fabric of her shirt, since she did not wear a bra, and the friction was fantastic!
“Why don’t you play with your cunt while you suck?” Jerry suggested. He didn’t have to tell her twice. She was reaching between her legs as soon as the words left his lips.
Kneeling on the seat, her fingers slid into her panties, going right for her slit, finding it slippery, wet, swollen, and needy.
Pressing inside, her fingers were enveloped in her warm juices.
Her pelvis moved instinctively to fuck her own hand, to sink down on the digits before rising back up and repeating the action.
Her honey flowed down to the palm of her hand as she pleasured herself.
A sharp slap on the face drew her away from concentrating on her own needy pussy. It rang out in her ear and burned her skin in a fantastic way. The prick wanted her attention too, and she couldn’t forget about it.
“You’re neglecting what you’re here for,” he hissed at her, yanking her hair hard. The roots stung, adding even more to her arousal. The pain was bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
She was not forgetting it for a second! The adrenaline was coursing through her in earnest, feeling the pain on her scalp and the sweaty pubes against her nose.
Her pussy flowed, but she didn’t shift her fingers to her clit.
If it was just to be a quickie in the car, she needed to make it last. Drag it out for all it was worth.
Jerry yanked her back off his cock and she nearly lost her balance on the back seat.
“Enough of this. I need to fuck your cunt now,” he announced. She watched him produce a condom from his pocket and unroll it onto his cock. “Don’t wanna catch some fucking crap from a whore like you,” he clarified when he caught her watching.
Those words went right to her center - she loved the degradation.
The insinuation that she fucked a bunch of dirty older men like him was a welcome one.
She turned around, getting on all fours on the back seat and pushing her ass out for him.
Yanking the panties down her thighs, he was on her as soon as she got into position, shoving his cock inside her without warning.
Her head hit the door and she yelped out, but the sensations of the man fucking her far exceeded the headache.
He fucked her fast and hard, gripping her ass cheeks tightly.
She imagined the bruises that would form there from his fingers and it was an incredible turn-on.
A few more slams from behind and she was shuddering with orgasm.
The fact that he didn’t even slow down as she was shuddering in spasms of pleasure only prolonged the release.
“Did I tell you you were allowed to come, slut?!” His voice rang out through the confines of the car.
Jerry smacked her ass hard, no doubt still feeling her throbbing pussy.
The sting of that slap triggered another wave of climax.
Megan screamed out in pleasure, loving the abuse.
Her pussy only squeezed him harder while her knees trembled.
The man behind her amped it up a notch, grabbing her arm and pulling it behind her in one sharp move.
Jerry was making all of her dreams come true tonight!
She felt a thumb circling her asshole and pressing against it. Could she get so lucky that he’d fuck every one of her holes tonight, Megan wondered.
“Your cunt’s getting too fucking wet. Maybe I need to fuck this tight little asshole instead,” he mused.
“Please, just keep fucking my pussy,” she begged, trying to hide her excitement at having her rear entrance penetrated too. “I swear I’ll be good. I won’t come again.”
He held her in suspense, spitting a juicy wad of saliva on her asshole and pressing his thumb inside. She managed a whimper, hoping it sounded convincing. Feeling his fat digit in her tight hole had Megan’s eyes rolling back in her head.
“I wanna wreck this fucking shithole,” the man growled behind her, spitting again and adding a second finger inside her.
She screamed at the intrusion, holding back the moans.
Being stretched this way was absolutely incredible.
She whined and whimpered as he thrust inside her pussy with his cock and into her ass with his fingers.
One of his hands still held onto her wrist, bending her arm back behind her back.
Imagining how sore she’d be tomorrow morning, Megan managed a sob.
“Aw, you thought I would go easy on you, huh? Just thought you’d meet some stranger in the parking lot at night, have a couple of quick orgasms, and prance away all satisfied. That’s not how this is going down, though, Cunt!”
The dirty talk hit just the right spot. The accusation that she was naive and stupid was the sort of humiliation she deserved.
If only her therapist could see her now!
If he could see the sort of pleasure that she got from this, the way her body was reacting to all of the pain and abuse, the way she couldn’t control her orgasms when acting out these fantasies, maybe he would understand.
How could anyone equate this thrill to riding a rollercoaster? !
Jerry pulled his fingers out of her hole and slapped her ass several more times, making it feel as if it were on fire. Sitting down tomorrow would probably be painful, Megan hoped. She imagined how red it would look and couldn’t wait to check it out in the mirror.
Slamming in hard and fast, it wasn’t long before he came, shoving in deep and growling out his orgasm. When he released her, Megan wondered whether he was done or whether there’d be more. She stayed in the position, with her ass up and her arm behind her back, even when he pulled away from her.
“Time to get the fuck out, whore,” he told her with another loud slap on her ass.
“Well, that was a good one, Jerry,” Megan told him, pulling up her panties before she sat up and readjusted her skirt.
“Oh yeah, that was just what I needed,” he confirmed, buckling his belt. “Can’t you do that in your own car or something?” He looked her over as she brushed her fingers through her hair.
“Totally!” She reached for the door handle at the same time as Jerry reached for his. “Have a good one!”
She couldn’t have wished for a better date, Megan thought to herself, walking away.
Her shoulder screamed for some ice from the way her arm had been twisted back and her ass burned from the slapping.
She lit up a cigarette and took a deep pull.
It was a light, satisfied feeling that she hoped would last her a few days.
Hopefully, the bruises on her ass would bloom from his grasp.
That would certainly tide her over longer.