I can rarely refuse a request to fulfill a fantasy and this one was filled enough thrill that there was no way I was going to refuse. I met with Fatwilly – not his real name, but we agreed no real names and as I admitted to him, so long as his alias was accurate then I was in! – in a layby in the countryside at two o’clock this morning. He had text me over a couple of pictures to prove his credentials. I got out my car and walked to the driver door where his window was wound down. There was no light at all, but the sky was clear so I could make out the flesh of his cock poking from his fly. I reached in and felt his soft warm cock. “Feels nice,” I told him and he thanked me. “You seem over dressed?” he said. I stood back a little in response. I was wearing loose jeans, I undid them and they fell down to me knees. I bent forwards to step out of them, nearly falling them as I pulled them over my feet. I straightened up quickly and pulled my jumper off so that he would get a quick full view of my underwear, but then I remembered how dark it was! I put my clothes on the roof of his car as I moved towards his hand that I just about see, flailing around reaching out for me. His had was warm where it touched against my stomach, he moved it round straight away and he moaned his approval. He brought it up first and caressed over my tight crop top. I wore a small padded bra underneath and he grabbed at each of my faux tits, how I wished I had more for him to grab! His hand came back down and he rubbed the front of my knickers they were stretchy and shaped like gym kickers, my cock was hard and held down pointing across the top of my leg. I tingled at his touch, but was more excited for his wandering to continue. He followed my shaft and his finger tips found the strap of my suspender belt, tracing down instantly to the top of my stocking. He rubbed the nylon and stroked and pushed up and down the inside of my thigh. I started to feel a little wanton and so I turned round so I could feel his hand on my bum. The knickers stretched neatly over my arse and his large hand cupped my cheek and squeezed. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, “what a nice arse, Harry!” I turned back to him feeling my cock straining as I did. He slid his hand up me as I pushed against the car door. The metal was cold as I pressed my cock on it and I shivered, not from the cold, but from his hand that had slipped under my top and found my nipple to pinch. “Oh naughty, boy,” he comtinued, “You like that, eh!” and all I could do is moan again and let my body fall a little. My hand grabbed the door as I did so and he took my hand and led it back to his crotch. He was hard now and it was my turn to moan an approval. “Oh yes,” I breathed, I could just get my finger and thumb to touch and I pulled him up and down as much his sitting position would allow, which was basically rubbing his foreskin over his helmet. His fingers found my nipples again and he pinched them again and again as I pulled on his thick member. “Are we going to take that driver?” I asked, remembering his fantasy. “I have changed my mind,” he said softly and he moved to get out the car. He stood taller than me and as I moved away from the door, he kept my movement going so that he now stood against me facing him, by bum now pressing on the cold metal of the car bonnet. I waivered for a moment fearful that he was going to kiss me, which is a real turn off for me. To my great relief he grabbed my hips instead and pulled me so that his meaty cock pressed into me. Then in a swift move he turned me round and I was bent over the car. Not knowing what to expect next I felt the sting of his hand on my bum. I yelped and heard myself echo from the surrounding trees. “Oh god,” I managed to say before he smacked me again. I wiggled my bum like a whore and rubbed my cock against the car. “I knew you were naughty,” he told me and his smacks continued in steady rhythm on me. The pain started to get too much and suddenly cold flushed over my hot cheeks as he pulled my knickers down. He rubbed them over a few times before pulling me back by the hips and sliding to rest back against the car where I had just been. He lay back on the bonnet and on instinct I moved forward again, bending at the waist so my mouth bumped into his proud cock. Sticky and smelling of precum I kissed him before licking all around his fat tip. I felt so slutty, I just wanted him in me and I open my mouth wide to accommodate him. My lips pushed back his foreskin and it I felt it lodge in place. He filled my mouth and I felt him press the back of my throat as my face pressed against his body. I groaned on him as I rode my head up and down, hearing his won groans rise from him. He twitched and I braced to take his load, but he jumped up. “Not yet, not yet,” he whispered frantically as he pushed me down again in his place, worried but excited that he was just going to take me. “Oh god,” I said and then cried out as he spanked me again and more this time, straight onto my bare arse, “oh god, oh yes!” Suddenly in a flash he jumped on the bonnet, on his knees. He made me jump, but I quickly regained my composure his cock was an inch or so from my face and I opened my mouth for him. His tip entered me and instantly he shot a load down my throat. I just about swallowed him down as he pushed more in and more hot come swilled around my mouth. As his thrusting in my mouth subsided I realised that he was wailing out as he came and even in the remote country as we were I was worried he was being too loud! “Stay there,” he told me as he got back to his feet. He trailed his hands over my arse as he walked to the car door and fondled me as he lit a cigarette. He rubbed and caressed me, squeezing and pawing me all over as he smoked. I kept myself in position trembling increasingly at his touch. The anticipation was immense and I wondered where it was leading. As if on cue, Fatwilly spoke up. “Time to go,” he said and he pulled me upright and got my knickers back in place. He pushed me forwards and walked me back to my car. Before I could open the door, he pushed me and I held myself on the roof bars. I was facing my door now and he reached around and rubbed me again through my knickers. “Still hard I see, you dirty bastard!” I gasped, I really wanted to come now. “Well maybe it is time for you to come,” he teased, “But that is not my job now, is it!?” he let go of me and turned me round once more. “And besides,” he continued, “you are not the only one!” and it was then that I realised he was wanking and he reached down easily to pull my knickers forward. Hot come landed on my cock and we gasped in unison, me in surprise and him with his orgasm. It was less than he had depositied in my mouth, but it still warmed my crotch as he let go of the material and rubbed in the gooey mess. “Bye, slut!” he said casually and walked off as I stood there gasping still. My cock was rock hard and I tugged it in my knickers as his wheels spun as he drove of the damp verge. I pulled the back of my knickers down so the cold soothed my arse cheeks, my ring tingling for attention as I spunked my load in my knickers like a wanton tart. I had seen him drop my clothes off his roof before he drove off and I collected them up, slipping into the bottoms with wobbly legs. I savoured the runniness and stickiness that filled my knicks as I drove home. I cannot remember a time when I had been more happy to not get round the to the planned fantasy on a visit as I did this morning!