Sep 3
Julie’s Swingers Club: Dirk
Dirk and I ran into each other pretty early in the evening at the club. The first thing you notice about Dirk is that it looks like he’s hung like a horse. Curiosity alone warranted further investigation. Unfortunately, the second thing you notice about Dirk is that he’s not the brightest bulb in the box. I found out later that this was probably due to him having only one thing on his mind constantly. Not sure if I wanted to hook up with him, I continued to mingle. He, however, had made up his mind and followed me around like a puppy dog. I decided to go ahead and give him a chance.
We headed to McDonalds and figured we would sit at a booth to discussthe next day’s plans. So here I am, trying to make plans, and here’s Dirk trying to make out with me in a Micky D’s booth. He reached up my dress to the top of my stockings and asked “Do you have panties on?” I replied that I did & tried getting back on subject. “Take them off” he said. “What??” “Take them off and put them on the table … and hike up your dress so you’re sitting your ass on the bench”. I did as he said, nervously looking around as I shimmied my panties down my legs. No sooner had I placed my panties on my tray than he reached for my crotch. I spread my legs enough to give him access, and he dug two fingers in deep, causing me to gasp.
Well, pland became the last thing on my mind all of a sudden, so when he told me to start rubbing his pole through his pants I didn’t hesitate. A few minutes of this and he said it was time to go - but leave my panties on the table. I did as he said, and we both got in his car to leave McDonalds. Once in his car, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge dick - it looked at least a foot long - and told me to start sucking. I did, and while sucking I felt his hand go to my ass, and up my back from there. When he got to my bra-strapI realized he had raised my dress that high, but I didn’t care … I was in heaven sucking on that monster cock. I felt him unhookmy bra, and didn’t think twice while he helped me shrug out of my bra and dress all in one motion. At one point, I came up for air only to see him throwing my bra & dress out of the car.
I spent the night and next day in the car as a prisoner. We ate at drive-thrus with the server ogling me - and sometimes calling other employees up to the window. Restroom stops were either done huddled beside the car, or at gas stations that had outside entrances to their facilities, making a quick dash. One time, while I was inside, he moved the car “to add air to the tires”. I had to streak all the way across the property on that one. Wednesday afternoon was almost as bad, getting into my car and driving home naked, with a final sprint across the front lawn before I was safely back home.
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