was at a tee junction, looking side to side for an opening, when I saw a black sedan approaching fast in the rear view mirror. Instantly I knew I was going to be hit. The seconds stretched the way they do when fear takes hold. I saw the red-haired girl in the driver seat looking down, probably checking her damn phone, then she looked up. Too late. Her tires screamed as she tried in vain to stop. Then the thump and crash as she plowed into the back of my car.
I pulled on the handbrake, killed the engine and leaped out of the car ready to tear her a new arsehole, but the look of horror and fear on her face stopped me. Her window was open.
"Are you OK?" I yelled. No answer, she was frozen. I yelled again.
"What? Um, yeah I think so. Oh fuck, fuck. I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. But my car's not. What the fuck were you doing?"
She wasn't going to admit it of course, so she just apologised some more.
It was nearly dark, we swapped details, and I pushed the broken bits of my car back into rough place so they didn't fall off altogether. The damage was not a write-off, and at least I could drive the car.
When I got home I realised I had forgotten to take note of the make and model of her car. I needed it for the insurance claim. I texted to ask, she called me back. Her name is Chloe.
"Dave? I hope you're OK? Look, I'm not insured. I haven't paid the registration yet. Can you give me a few days to get the money and I'll pay for the repairs?"
I wasn't going to agree. "If you can pay for the repairs why didn't you pay for the rego?"
"Cos I just lost my job. I spoke to my dad, he'll lend me the money. I need a couple of days."
"Chloe I'll give you until Monday to catch up with the insurance, after that I'm going to make my insurance claim. I need my car for work."
Monday passed and she hadn't got back in touch. I texted. She asked for another week, I refused. I still didn't have all the details so I drove to her house to get them. She met me at the door angrily.
"Listen Chloe, you ran into the back of my car and I need it repaired. If you can't afford the registration and insurance you shouldn't be fucking driving!"
She slapped my face and tried to close the door, but I pushed in and closed it behind me.
"You fucking dare to slap me? I gave you a chance and you fucking HIT me?"
She tried again, this time I grabbed her wrist. She is slightly built, with red mid-length hair, small frame and a foot shorter than me. How she thought she'd be able to fight me I don't know.
"Cut it out. You won't win. CHLOE! quit it." I grabbed her other wrist as she tried to hit me with that hand too, this time I turned her and pinned her to the wall. She was not crying, not swearing, not yelling. Until now she didn't even speak.
"Big man are you? You gonna beat up on a little girl?"
"No I'm not. I'm just stopping you from hitting me."
She struggled a little. I put my foot between hers and pressed her to the wall. Her butt was level with the tops of my thighs. She struggled some more and I held her firmly.
"Chloe stop it. If you don't try to hit me I'll let you go. OK?"
A pause, then she agreed. When I released my grip, she turned slowly as if in compliance, then kicked my shin and ran down the hall. I caught up with her in the lounge room, grabbed her by the waist and tackled her onto the couch.
I looked with anger into her eyes but...she was smiling. Immediately I calmed down. The look in her eyes was intense, I couldn't figure her out. My confusion evaporated with her next question:
"You want to punish me don't you?"
I gulped. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do, but if I was just making sure she didn't hit me I'd have left the house and not chased her, right?
"C'mon. Admit it. What do you want to do to me? For punishment?"
I didn't speak. I pulled her over my lap, her skinny butt was over my thighs, and I spanked her four times, hard and fast. Each time she squealed. But she didn't try to get away.
"You like that Dave? You like spanking a girl? Don't fuck about. Do it properly."
This was now part revenge and part erotic game for me. I placed the flat palm of my hand on her rounded butt, and gave her another hard whack on each buttock. She moaned this time. I made to spank her again and then changed my mind.
I lifted the flimsy cotton skirt up and over her back, and gazed for a moment at the pretty pale arse cupped in tight white panties with little pink flowers on them. But only for a moment. I grabbed the wasitband and pulled them down to expose her reddened buttocks. Chloe lifted slightly to make sure I could get them down to her thighs, and settled back down onto my lap. She wanted more.
SLAP (squeal). SLAP (squeal). SLAP "Oooh, fuck."
I was intoxicated with my erotic power. It was a first for me, obviously a favourite for her,
I put a hand each side of her butt and spread her cheeks. In between them her pink butthole blinked at me. I saw her pussy lips, smooth of any hair, glistening with arousal.
"Chloe?"
"Mmm?"
"How far you want to go with this game?"
"Until I say 'elephant'. Otherwise, get on with it. Please?"
"Spread your arse with your hands. Hold yourself open."
She did. I put my index finger inside her wet pussy, lubed it up, then pushed it deep into her arsehole. She groaned and flinched, then writhed a little as I finger-fucked her bum.
I noticed an empty coke bottle. I took hold of it, and urged it into her cunt, twisting and pushing. She moaned and panted as the neck worked inside her, and began pushing back at my finger and the bottle to fuck back at them.
My cock was rigid now. I wanted some pleasure of my own.
"Stand up, strip naked."
Chloe stood, and without taking her eyes off mine she stepped out of her panties, then planted one foot each side of mine. She took off her skirt, threw it, pulled the t-shirt over her head and took off the little pink bra. Now naked she let me look her up and down. Her green eyes blazed with arousal.
Her skin was pale, almost white. She had C-cup breasts, small nipples, bright pink against her alabaster skin, and poking out like the ends of a pencil.
Her skin was impossibly smooth and free of blemishes, right down her flat stomach to the girly bald pussy with tiny labia. Between them I saw the hint of pink lips over her entrance. At the tops of her spread thighs were drops of juice from her cunt. She was horny. I was going to enjoy her.
"Put the bottle back in your cunt. Fuck yourself with it."
She bent her knees, inserted the coke bottle, and began rhythmically pushing and releasing it. She closed her eyes, brought a hand to her breasts and began pulling at the nipples.
While she stood there straddling my legs, I undid my jeans and pulled them down with my underpants. I let my cock stand up straight. When she opened her eyes they were drawn to it immediately, and the smile in her eyes that had accompanied the game we played instantly changed to raw lust.
The bottle went in and out faster, matching the increase in her breathing.
"May I touch your cock?"
"Not yet. Keep fucking the bottle."
It was slick with her juices now and went into her easily.
"Lick the bottle."
She made a show of getting every drop of her own pussy juice off the glass, watching me all the time. I stroked myself slowly.
"Dave?"
"What?"
"Please. I need to cum. Speed it up?"
"OK. But listen. This is how I want it. I want to fuck your arse while you fuck your pussy with the bottle. And I want to cum in your butt whenever I feel like it. If you cum, great."
Chloe wasted no time. She pushed three fingers into her cunt and used the wetness to lube her puckered arse, then worked two fingers in there to prepare for my cock. I'm not huge, but neither was her arsehole.
She turned, sat backwards towards me with her knees together, and I held my cock steady while she spread her butt wide and gently wriggled to find the right angle.
With just the head inside her arse I could tell she was all heat in there. As she lowered herself down, groaning in mixed pain and pleasure, I grabbed her hips and thrust upwards to push past her sphincter. Once I had, she sank fully down onto me with my cock buried in tight, hot bumhole. My balls felt the wetness of her pussy before she lifted one leg up to put her foot on my thigh, spreading her cunt, to insert the bottle.
Instantly she began trembling and panting. I whispered into her ear: "It's OK now. Just do what you want to cum."
She dropped the bottle and began madly rubbing her clit, all the while making little pushes with her butt to fuck me with her arse.
She began mewing and moaning in earnest: "Mmeeuhh, mmmeuh, mmngh, oh, fuck, mmm, MMMHHHAhhhh!"
I felt her insides rippling through my cock as she came. Her thighs jerked and trembled. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Nng. Nnngh."
And I erupted in her butt. The base of my cock burned as I pulled her hips down to impale her on me, the vein of my cock pulsed and jerked, and my gobs of honey-thick sperm shot up into Chloe's bowel five, six, seven times.
Then as the fog cleared from my brain, I pulled her back towards me and tenderly cupped her tits in both hands. Chloe was moving her hips in little circles, as her pussy juice flowed down and over my balls.
I was still rigid, but no longer fucking. Looking down her back to where my cock entered her, I could see the tops of her buttocks were still pink from my spanking. Now I stroked there gently.
Chloe reached between her legs to hold my cock still as she eased herself off it. I flopped out of her with a squeal from her, and she put her hand there to stop my jizz leaking out.
"Pass me my t-shirt?"
I did, and she used it to wipe herself. Then she looked at me and smiled: "Fun?"
"Shit yeah. But now I smell of sex. If I go to my girlfriend like this..."
"Yeah. My boyfriend wouldn't be happy if he came home now either."
"Is that likely?"
"No, he's on an interstate haul for two more days. Wanna shower with me?"
"Sure. Um, Chloe?"
"Yeah?"
"Did I hurt you?"
"Yeah. A little. But I didn't say 'elephant' so I wanted you to. And boy, did I cum!"
I smiled as she led me to the bathroom. I finished undressing as we went. I watched her pink round bum as she walked, and my semi-erect cock twitched. She really was very pretty, even if she was a kinky little minx.
She ran the shower and we stepped inside. The cubicle was huge - two more people would easily have fit. We washed ourselves and I caught a look in her eye. I said to her, "No pain this time, just pleasure. Let me taste your pussy."
Smiling, she spread her legs as I knelt, leaning back on my arms as she positioned her pink slit over my mouth.
I licked and probed tenderly, using my thumbs to open her little petal for my tongue to explore. "FFfffucckk. Mmmmhhh. Oh shit. So good..."
Close up, her pussy was gorgeous. If she hadn't been old enough to drive, her pussy could have fooled me into thinking she was way younger. The inner lips were dainty, the outer ones entirely smooth, with a tiny clit the size of a split pea nestled inside her little hood.
She tasted slightly salty, the shower water ensuring no other tastes interfered with her womanly essence.
I kept it up for some minutes, her with one hand on my head holding my mouth to her pussy and the other tweaking at her tits.
When I put my thumb inside and pressed my flat tongue hard on her clitoris it was enough to flick her into a tight little panting orgasm.
Seconds later, as it passed, she pulled me up standing and in turn knelt before me.
"Tell me when you cum, OK? I hate it in my mouth."
I nodded. She opened her mouth and took most of my length inside it, clamped her lips and tongue around my shaft, and drew back to the tip. Her hot wet mouth inflamed my lust immediately. I love licking pussy and it gives me a sexual charge, so I wasn't going to need long before I spent another load.
Chloe's gentle, tender mouth on my cock lifted me step by step towards climax. The wet hair, dark red now, framed her face as she bobbed up and down, now using her lips to great effect.
She sensed I was close, looked up into my eyes and I nodded. Taking her mouth off my cock she wanked me slowly. Her green eyes locked with mine, and she made sure I continued towards cumming by squeezing my balls.
My thighs began to shudder as it boiled in me, I groaned in my throat, swore, and Chloe let my jizz fly over her pretty pink titties. Splash after splash, each one hanging briefly before the shower water washed it away.
Gasping, I stroked her hair from her eyes and lifted her.
We towelled dry, walked to the front room and dressed.
"Dave? I smashed the butt of your car, then you smashed my butt. Are we even?"
I smiled. "No fucking way!"
She had a wicked grin. "What if I still refuse to pay?"
Still smiling, I said: "You don't want to do that. I'm warning you. If I have to come back tomorrow, I will young lady!"
"See you tomorrow then. I still have one hole you haven't fucked..."After confronting the redhead girl who smashed into my car, it turned into a hot spanking and anal session. When I got home from my erotic session with Chloe, I phoned my cousin who's a motor repairer. I sent him some photos of the damage Chloe had done, and he told me he was pretty sure there was only superficial damage - $700 to $800 or so. No panels were damaged, only plastic stick-on bits and one tail light.
I texted Chloe and told her about that. She texted back: 'Can yr GF see yr phone?'
'No' I sent back. A few seconds later the beep announced a new message. I opened it and there was an open-cunt-selfie Chloe had sent with the words 'for tomorrow'.
I deleted it but not before I'd gone stiff in da mid riff.
Mid-morning of the next day, I knocked on Chloe's door. She let me in and handed me an envelope. "Eight hundred bucks. Count it if you want."
"Oh, thanks. Er, why don't you pay the registration with it instead?"
"If you give a false date on your claim, after I get the insurance, that would work. Will you do that?"
"I will. Don't hang around though - the assessors will know if the damage looks older than we say."
"Thanks Dave. By the way, I wanted you to see I would pay up. I'm not a whore. Yesterday was for fun, not for profit. OK?"
"OK. Of course. And I didn't think you were whoring for a minute, although I did wonder if you were baiting me in to get a beating!"
"Fair point. Dave, my man gets back tonight. I want to have some fun."
"I'm up for it. Ideas?"
"Stuff he won't do. Shit, I can't believe I'm asking a stranger this. I want to be tied up and teased. Not S&M, just bondage. The safe word is still 'elephant' OK?"
"I'm already trunky. Bedroom?"
"Yep. C'mon."
She had already prepared the bed. Nylon stockings were tied at the four corners, there was a plastic sheet over the mattress and large beach towels over that.
"I'm a squirter sometimes and I don't want the mattress to get wet."
She wore a simple track suit. In seconds she had shed it and lay naked on the bed, legs and arms apart. Once again I drank in the sight of the tiny, bald pussy with its small hood that hid her little bud, and her round C-cup tits with pink nipples framed by her pale, smooth skin.
First I tied her wrists, then her ankles. The nylons would be strong enough to hold her but wouldn't cut like rope would have.
I left the room and went to the kitchen for a cool drink. It was a warm day, so the air conditioning was on.
On the way back to the bedroom I found a feather duster. Chloe lay on the bed in anticipation. I went to the chest of drawers and looked through it and found a leather belt. I showed it to her, then put her track suit pants over her eyes so she could not see me.
I traced the cold belt buckle over her body, starting with her nipples. When they stiffened slightly, I draped it over her taught tummy, along the tops of her thighs, the insides, the insides of her knees, back to her nipples.
Her breathing was shallow and regular. Good. I was able to relax her and have her concentrate only on what she felt and heard.
I climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs. Leaning forwards I blew air onto her pussy and was rewarded with a twitch. She was clearly hyper-sensitised because of the makeshift blindfold.
With the leather end of the belt I tapped gently on her erect nipples. Her mouth opened and she gasped. I did it again for a gasp and a wriggle. I noticed her tits rising and falling a little more than before.
Next I planted a quick lick on a nipple, then a belt-tap, then another nibble. Chloe arched her breast towards where she knew me to be. A finger touched her open slit for a second, then I tweaked a nipple hard. This time she moaned aloud. I decided to quicken the pace and scooted down the bed, my head between her thighs, and licked the inside of her leg from knee to upper high. She shivered and got goosebumps. Her breathing quickened some more.
Reaching up with both hands to pull at her nipples, I planted my head between her thighs and kissed the hood of her clit, sucking the little bud out to play.
"Aaahhh. That's nice. Mmmfh."
Reflexively she arched her hips in search of my mouth. I gave it to her, this time licking at her pussy in earnest for a minute or so.
Now she was panting and straining against her restraints. I stopped touching her for a few seconds and watched her tits rise and fall, then I began my sexual torture.
With the feather duster I gently teased her pussy, along her sides, over her breasts without touching her nipples, back between her legs and over her arse cheeks. She was shuddering. I was glad she wasn't too ticklish or this would have been unbearable for her, rather she reacted to the soft feathery caress with mounting arousal.
Time for the next notch.
Placing my hand over her mound with the middle finger inside her pussy, I let her press her sex up against me while I played the feather duster over her breasts and nipples. Swapping for the leather belt I slapped lightly, followed by a tickle. Yes, slap and tickle it was. I kept this up for five or six minutes. Chloe moaned throatily now and the pressing of wetness against my hand told me she was well turned on.
I climbed off the bed and undressed. She must have heard my clothes coming off because she started to try to throw the blindfold off by moving her head.
I helped her. The lust in her eyes was evident.
Kneeling beside her head, I positioned my erection next to her mouth and she eagerly sucked on me, as awkward as it was, while I rubbed and fondled her C-cup tits in earnest. After five minutes of gentle sideways face-fucking, I'd had enough of the foreplay and got on top of her. Without hesitation, I placed the head of my cock at her pussy lips and pushed in hard, all the way in one thrust.
"Oh fuck, FUCK yes. Oh. Ooooh. God. Fuck me. Hard."
I obliged willingly. In seconds I'd begun a rhythmic plundering. Our bellies slapped together, Chloe's hips rising and writhing underneath me as she tried to impale her cunt on my cock, her stiff nipples scratching into my chest and our sweaty bodies sliding along each other.
She shuddered briefly and then froze, a small orgasm washing over her. Then she began fucking and bucking again, this time less urgently but no less eagerly.
I slowed down too, and decided I wanted to enjoy this fuck even more. Reaching above her I slipped the panty-hose over the bedhead so her arms were free. I got off her, untied her ankles, and urged her onto all fours before retying her wrists to the bedhead.
Now behind her, I put my cockhead against her dripping cunt. She pushed backwards and again I was buried balls deep in her slippery quim. This time though I could see her little puckered arsehole, the one that had accepted my sticky wad yesterday. I probed it with my thumb and it went inside right up to the heel of my palm.
Chloe reacted wildly, bucking back hard so my thighs slapped behind hers, each time thrusting my cock as far inside her as it could go, while my thumb fucked her arse. I could feel it with my sensitised cock through the thin sheath of flesh that separated her holes.
I was getting close to splashing my cum in her. She knew, and told me to go ahead.
Reaching over her now, I cupped a breast with my free hand while I doggied her cunt, closer and closer my jizz came, then suddenly Chloe squealed long and low as her pussy milked at my cock, cumming in a low groan that sent me over the edge. And she was indeed a squirter: I felt her warm wetness splatter on my balls on my backstrokes.
Now grabbing both of her hips, I spurted my load inside her just as her orgasm faded, she rocking back and holding against my buried cock to intensify my pleasure. As each gob erupted I pushed hard up her, feeling the hot wetness in her volcano of a cunt accepting my load.
And then it was over, and I collapsed on top of her gasping. I lay there, still inside her, for a minutes of silence, then my flaccid cock splished out of her and the juices hit the towels under us.
Rising, I untied her. She looked at me, I at her, and we smiled. We dressed without a word, then Chloe broke the silence.
"That was nice. Very nice. Um, Dave?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't be offended. That was is it, OK?"
"I'm not offended. Shit, I'll put these two days in my wank tank forever!"
"OK. Bye then?"
"See ya Chloe. Thanks..."
And that was it. Even though we live in the same area, I've never seen her since. Maybe we'll run into each other one day, but this time not literally.