Hi, they call me Louise ... Certainly because I love to dress as a woman, am married man, bi, fetishist, open to different things like BDSM, uro and other great perversions that would be worth my story of being refused here! (we can always discuss it off) In short ... 2:59 pm ... It is Sunday afternoon, I connect to the site. As often, I have messages. There, I see one of my recent contact: - Hello, tonight you have to empty me It's been more than a month that we exchange on the platform. Between him who lives 30 minutes away and I who only know my arrangements the day before for the next day, we have not yet met.I answer :- Not available on Sunday evening, it's like a family tradition There, it's grated, once again. For me, Sunday evening is with the family, like an ancestral tradition. In addition, tonight, my wife sends me to pick up her mother at the airport. His plane lands at 8 p.m. I would have pretended to leave early to go to the park make me screwed by my contact, but at that time it's still light and warm, and it would be too short, it is shredded again ... Surely disappointed, my hunter seeks an opening and initiates the discussion: - Mdr. When are you available?- Difficult, I know it very often the day before for the next day, generally once a week and sometimes at the weekend - Tomorrow morning not possible?- I do not think so :-(- Too bad, I'm all hard And we leave there, it is 3:41 pm, it will certainly not be for tonight :-( 7:27 pm ... My wife tells me that her mother's plane is delayed by 2 hours at the start. I say to myself 8 p.m. + 2 a.m. = 10 p.m. Great, at that time it is already pitch black. Maybe my hunter would be available. I then psychologically prepare my wife by telling her that I will leave earlier to go to refuel. before, and since it can get crowded, I'll take a margin, she still wouldn't want me to keep her mother waiting, right? (((I open a parenthesis here about my mother-in-law )))... she's a real bitch, go read my previous and next stories. My wife often sends me home to water her garden, often when her mother is away for several days and sometimes also when she is there and it is hot outside. In any case, I take this opportunity to make his cupboards and his basket of dirty laundry. I often find wonders: lace panties soiled with her wet whose nectar I love to savor with my tongue and my mouth and that I love to squirt and put back as is in the basket, split panties that make me say that she likes to be caught fully clothed, nylons and fishnets that I borrow from her, babydolls, etc. The idea that she is wondering where her underwear may have gone excites me.(((Close parenthesis))) 19:29 .. Bim! In the meantime, a new info falls 2 minutes later. My wife who tells me that her mother's plane is still late. So that makes him arrive at 11 p.m.I then send a notification to my courtier who wastes no time to start the assault: - The flight of the person who will be looking for tonight at the airport is delayed to finally land at 11pm. I could be at the Parc de Vaugrenier before, like around 10pm.- Ok, I'm warning you, I'm coming but I'm getting out of work so I smell a little - Hmmm, you will force me to eat your balls and clean your cock - Yes, but she smells, you don't care?- I'm your submissive. If she smells your piss, it will make it all the more delicious - You are ready to suck a smelly cock. Will you be a whore?- Nothing more exciting. I come dressed to be your whore - Where are you waiting for me?- At the agreed location, in the car or on the picnic table in the undergrowth just behind the car.I give him the model and color of my car so that he can easily spot me, then he validates with a simple "Ok".9:30 p.m. ... I take a shower, with enema. 9.45 p.m. ...I kiss my wife who is happy not to go out in the middle of the night and take the highway to get her mother. If she knew, she is far too traditional and entangled in strict social considerations which make her deny any activity more exotic than the missionary position. Anyway next.10:05 p.m. ...I arrive at the Parc de Vaugrenier. I slip into the long parking lot that goes into the woods to park halfway. I see in my retro that a car that was already parked at the entrance started and started to follow me. He was already there, my big pig, I like people who honor their dates. I park in the middle of the parking lot, as agreed. He does the same, by parking in reverse. We extinguish our fires in total sync. It's dark, no moon, but my eyes, which are beginning to get used to the semi-darkness, can distinguish the shapes.I get out of my car, close the door and go between our 2 cars to show myself off. Through his lowered passenger window, I see him open the door on his side. A red glow, he has just lit a cigarette. I can see in the dark that he is polishing his rod.Certainly seeing me ogling 2 meters away, he shouts: - Come and suck, bitch!Responding to his directive tone, the one I like in our messages exchanged, I do so and begin the tour of his car from the front. Hop, he turns on his headlights to watch me better, my legs, the fishnet stockings and the black lace nightie stolen from my mother-in-law. And then I put on the superb pair of super high heels with a strap offered by a charming donor whose announcement I had seen on the mobile donation app that I discovered last year. By the way, I love it when a master for a night jets on it and forces me to lick his cum to the last drop to clean them, inside and out.To perfect my whore, I am without any panties, ass and pussy in the air. I feel like a whore. In the beams of his fires, he makes me feel his thing, I like that.I walked around his car and arrived at his door, I see him without pants, his cock just looking well erected that he has just covered with a condom. Mature age, big thighs and plump belly,all the trappings of the experienced dominator. In his loud voice, he orders me:- Come on, get on that I bugger you like a bitch!Any discussion is useless, I show him my already well moistened ass that he butter with some gel and that he quickly takes from his hands as a worker. He makes me sit on his cock. With a correct diameter, his cock has no trouble piercing my ass but its hardness immediately gives me superb feelings of fullness. I slide, fill and empty myself from his cock, squealing with pleasure. He kisses me in the open air in the middle of a deserted parking lot, alternating between ass and mouth shots: - You're really a dirty whore, you!Placed against his car, the blows of cock that my hunter has been throwing at me for 10 minutes do not stick my face on the window of his rear door.- Take it in the ass, my bitch! Through the glass on which my mouth crashes with each of its enjoyable hammer blows, I see a car in the distance entering the parking lot and approaching slowly. She pulls up a stone's throw away, just before us, and extinguishes her lights. I have an eye and immediately understand that it is harmless. He too: - Come on, I'm going to fuck you on my hood to show this pig the bitch that you are!He grabs me by my tuft of hair, pulls me onto the front of his car and tackles me to his car. I feel the heat of its engine instantly penetrate me. I have always been told that the heat is relaxing. It's too good indeed ...

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