This story is true. It was written by a sexy slut named Maria. You
can send nasty comments to Maria directly at mlskunt@yahoo.com or to
DayDreamrxx at daydreamrxx@yahoo.com.



I LOVE MY CAR by Maria

The idea of doing this bizarre and kinky act had never crossed my
mind until I met Bob just a month ago. His delightfully perverted,
prodigious mind provoked and aroused me in ways I never knew existed.
He intrigued me and compelled me to step beyond even my broad,
abnormal limits and to expand my thinking to compromise even more
surreal activities. He is committed to helping me become a perfect
slut.

My car has always represented my new freedom. It was the first thing
I purchased following an unsavory divorce and I staunchly made the
payments…keeping it and maintaining it for the past 10 years. My
present husband looks out for the mechanicals, but I lovingly wash
it, clean it and, despite his protests, pay for any and all
maintenance. My little red 1996 Pontiac Sunfire represents my
identity….my own oasis in a world where things are shared….a place
where I'm surrounded by what is entirely my own. A place where I can
be me.

I'm not sure how Bob first broached the subject but I remember him
sending me a video. I was immediately captivated by the beautiful
girl and her devilish act. I saved the video and have viewed it many,
many times. At some point early on I remember saying to myself, "I
can do that!" while thinking I WANT and NEED to do that. And so, with
Bob's help, my planning began.

It took a little doing as winter had just grabbed hold in New
England. One day, though, in spite of the new fallen snow, I took a
meaningful first step. After Ken, my husband, left for work, I poured
myself a generous cup of hot black Dominican coffee and checked my
outfit. I smiled as I reviewed my TOTALLY NUDE 5'3" frame. My
prominent nipples pointed straight and hard, which always happens
when I'm sexually aroused. Bob had noticed that and had pointed it
out after looking at pictures of me. My clit began to pulse at the
contemplation of what I was about to do. Inside, I began to ache at
the thought of the cold air on my nude body and the wet icy snow
prickling my tender feet. I deliberated only briefly before padding
down to my Pontiac wearing NOTHING, not even shoes. I shivered with
the cold and anticipation, gulping my coffee quickly to try to stay
warm as the engine began to heat up.

Soon I was driving around the back roads of a new development
marveling at winter's beauty, the cold no longer a factor as the sun
streamed through the windshield and the heater working its magic.
Before long I came to a cul-de-sac where a few new houses were being
erected. The sites were deserted today due to the weather, but now I
could stop the car and enjoy the serenity of being naked in a foreign
place and behold nature's beauty. I sat there for a long time before
I began testing Bob's idea.

My Pontiac is a stick shift model. I examined the gearshift
knob….its shape, size and position. I felt its black hardness and
slight movement of the shifter. I caressed the rubber saddle that
concealed the long, thin lever. Each movement made me tingle and I
knew that I would do it. But not today, as Bob's idea needed one more
key element to be successful.

Today I was only accessing my desire and ability. I spread my legs
across the console and moved to my right gently, resting my asscheeks
on the gray plastic that separated the two seats. I tweaked my
already hardened nipples and took one last glance around to be sure I
was alone before sliding forward. My clit made contact with the hard
knob and the shock shook my loins. Quickly I moved forward and began
to rotate, slide and move over the now slick shift knob. I rubbed it
against, over and around my labia sliding down to grind my clit
against it in perfect agony. It took all of my will power to stop
from enveloping its sweet hardness, instead grinding and writhing
over it again and again. It took seemingly only seconds before I
erupted in sweet orgasmic bliss. It was incredible! My clit exploded
with pure pleasure.

The quick ride home was punctuated by the slick feel of the shifter
in my hand. Pleased with myself, I told Bob what I had done and he
was thrilled. I had driven around naked in public with no clothes
available to me and it excited me beyond words. Bob was extremely
proud of me, so we quickly formulated the next phase of my training.
The day was to be Friday, just 3 days from now. I had selected the
parking garage at the train station as the perfect environment for my
first real test. However, it wasn't meant to be. The weather was
brutally cold on Friday….too cold to be in a sheltered concrete
garage. On top of that, my work schedule changed when some salesmen's
laptops needing updating. Regrettably my education was put on hold.

Then Fate interceded. Monday proved unseasonably warm and my dentist
called, saying they had a cancellation and could I come in that
afternoon for my routine cleaning. I leapt at the chance, picturing
the train station just a few blocks away. I had already chosen my
outfit, a short green "A" line dress. I would wear nothing underneath
as Bob requested. A bigger surprise awaited me when I arrived at the
dentist's office.

His office is located at the crossroads of two very busy main two-
lane roads in a small city in northeast Massachusetts. To say it's in
a strip mall is to be generous. His office occupies a corner of a
small group of eight stores in the complex. The front of the
buildings parallel the intersection and the small parking lot
comprises the middle section between the stores and the highways,
thus the store fronts and entire parking area is visible from the
roads. To my delight, the two largest stores -- a former real estate
office and a political campaign office --were abandoned. Instantly my
head began to spin as I took the short walk across the lot to my
dentist's office from the upper corner where I parked facing the now
defunct real estate office.

I noticed my inflamed nipples poking out, begging for release as I
lay back in the chair. I kept my legs separated as Bob requested, my
thighs clearly visible beneath the short hem with the loose skirt
falling demurely between my ivory legs. Underneath the hem, my pussy
practically percolated at the thought of what was to come! I was
literally light headed in anticipation as I hurried from the office.
The sun had warmed the car perfectly as I had hoped but I started it
to warm it further as I re-surveyed the area.

I had parked the car facing the office, the width of two cars and
the sidewalk from the main road. Behind the car were the two lanes
for the entrance and exit from the lot, then one other row for
parking and finally, another sidewalk leading to the other crossroad.
A car was parked to my left but it had been there when I came in so I
surmised it was someone that worked in the few remaining businesses.
As I tore off my shoes, turned and threw them in the backseat, I had
a clear view across the parking lot, and the intersections. Traffic
was picking up in the late afternoon but I figured most drivers would
be concentrating on the stop lights and the other cars; not on some
broad in a little car.

Still, I had to work up the courage. My hand found its way under my
dress and soon I was rubbing my clitoris and fingering my pussy. I
stopped briefly to adjust the seats so they were both equal front to
back. I checked the shifter again. "Yes," I confirmed. "Fourth gear
was correct." Reverse pushed it too far to the passenger side and
second too far to the driver side. I released the emergency brake as
that would be in the way. That made me nervous but I confirmed that
the movement of the lever was sufficient and that the car would stay
in gear.

My heart beat loudly as I twisted around in the seat, putting my
left knee on the passenger seat and my right knee on the driver's
side, now facing rearward with my back to the stores. I lifted my
dress only slightly while I got in position. I stopped when I felt
the hard plastic knob contact my sensitive skin. I was panting hard
and forced myself to control my breathing as I took one last survey
of the grounds. "Yes, I can do this," I told myself.

The hem of my dress silently rose over my smoothly shaved pussy,
then higher…revealing my abdomen. Then still higher, until my belly
button was uncovered. Using my right arm, just as the girl had done
in the movie, I held up my dress and began to move my damp slit onto
the gear shift knob. In no time, I felt my juices gush negating the
need for lubricant that was in the console as a precaution. As the
knob began to part my lips and spread my vagina open, my excitement
increased dramatically. It was agonizingly slow and I pushed down
hard and felt my vaginal walls subside and the thick bulge exploded
into my cunt causing me to shout out in amazing delight and surprise.
I couldn't remember being this turned on!

Catching my breath, I looked around. Nothing had changed. I then
began to lower myself on the prominent rigid handle. The feeling was
explosive. The knob did not give but instead pushed its way up my
vaginal walls, causing them to contract in waves at the intrusion.
The knob remained, large round and solid, a ball of dense plastic
invading my cunt. The incredible feeling was heightened by the sights
and sounds of cars stopping and driving around the intersection. A
glance to my left revealed a line of cars stopped at the red light
just 30 feet from me. I began to ride on my haunches faster and
faster, feeling the head go deeper until my cuntlips felt the coarse
leather cover. This further incensed me and I now began to steadily
FUCK MY CAR!!! I felt my lips distend as I rose up and curl back as I
sank. Time and time again I rode my car up and down, the whole time
my cunt exposed to unsuspecting vehicles and passers-by.

"YESSSS!!!" I was screaming silently. "I'M FUCKING MY CAR!! I'M
FUCKING MY CAR AND I LOVE IT!!!"

I twisted a bit, feeling the shift lever move slightly under my
weight. I guided the lever up and down, in and out, around and
around. I was in slut heaven!! Finally, I could take no more. When my
left hand found my clit, I came in thick heavy waves. I fell back,
forcing the intruder even deeper into me, causing me to cum even
harder. I almost passed out from the force of my orgasm. Bob was
right….he had told me I would have the most mind-blowing orgasms ever
if I would follow his instructions. My mouth was dry and my mind was
spinning from the powerful fuck I just experienced.

My dress fell from my hand. I stayed impaled on my beloved car for a
long time as I began to wind down and wonder if anyone had any idea
what I had done. I rocked back and forth, keeping the knob deep
inside my cunt, loving the nasty act I had just performed.

Finally I climbed off. I could tell my cunt was gaping open and a
little sore. Juices dripped down my shifter onto the boot. I
remembered what Bob had said and I twisted down to lap a little of
the sweet cunt nectar from the boot and the lever into my mouth. I
smiled wickedly as I swallowed it.

For the remainder of the ride home, my dress was hiked above my
belly button, tucked neatly behind my seat belt. My shoes stayed in
the back seat. As I drove, I dreamed of doing this again and again
and again. I vowed that soon I would do it completely naked. I
touched myself quietly, thinking of this as my sticky hand shifted
gears.

Now when I say, "I love my car," it takes on an entirely different
meaning.

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