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 Car Song

   I was sitting in a Jaguar X-type.  The new car smell filled my nostrils,
and I savored the leather upholstery under me.  It wasn't my car, though.
Technically, it wasn't stolen.  Yet.  I'd talked the dealer into offering
one of those 24hr test drives one of the other carmakers had offered on the
television.

   I'm a thief.  I steal luxury and sport cars.  I do it using identities I
steal from rich folks trash.  Now, for the most part, rich folk have the
crappiest credit ratings one can find.  But thanks to those on-line,
check-your-credit-rating services, I'd occasionally find one that was
absolutely A-1.  These I'd use to open two credit card accounts, platinum,
of course, and make false IDs.  Then, about a month after I'd opened the
accounts, I'd go to a dealer and choose my car.  And when I had the car,
I'd use the cards to withdraw as much cash as I possibly could from various
financial institutions, buy some nice clothing and groceries for a month or
two, then destroy them.  The car I would drive for one day, because I
could, then sell to a crooked dealer I knew.

   It was amazing how well it worked.  And the cars sure did attract the
women!  I could park in front of the hottest clubs, and lean against the
car, and have at least four women approach looking for a ride, or a "ride".
I think the song was right.  "Every shining bonnet, Makes me think of her
back on it."

   Tonight, it was a gorgeous curly haired brunette with large breasts. 
She was actually leaning against the glove box, her hand in my zipper and
trying to get my erection out.  Unfortunately, the slacks I had on were too
tight for that.  I'd have to park.

   I pulled into the lot behind a neighborhood grocery and turned off the
engine, but left the stereo playing.  I opened the moon roof and laid my
seat all the way back.  As I watched the stars, my companion was freeing
the object of her desire.  I almost came immediately when she sucked me
into her mouth.

   This girl was a master at fellatio.  And she clearly enjoyed every
moment of it.  But I didn't want to cum in her mouth.  So when I was good
and hard, I sat up and got out of the car, urging her to join me.

   I quickly had her back on the shiny silver bonnet, her heels hooked on
the bumper and her legs spread as I ate her delicious cunt.  Here was more
proof the girl dug sucking cock.  She'd been soaking wet before I ever
touched her naked pussy.

   I easily licked her to a screaming cum.  Then I shifted her around a
bit. When I finished, the hood ornament was rubbing against her asshole as
I buried my condom wrapped cock in her amazingly tight, squishy-wet pussy.
Grasping her knees, I pulled her against me, pushing the rear of the jaguar
into her bum hole as I fucked her fast and deep.  She came again with a
scream as she felt my cock throbbing inside her with my climax.  When we
finished, the hood of the car was wet with sweat, cum and pussy juice.  I
got a nice thick towel out of the trunk for her to sit on.  Paul charged
outrageously if he had to clean the interior before he could sell it.

   When I dropped her off outside the club, she was mumbling about how much
she needed a dildo up her ass.  Guess the jaguar had been a nice start.
   Car song, by Elastica