The story of how I became his naughty slut [f/m] PART 4 | 2016

Part one, two and three.

(sorry for bad grammar or weird phrasing, english is not my first language)

Part 3 took place during summer 2014 and as I said we saw each other again a couple more times during Xmas holidays, last time being january '15.
Then nearly a year later, last november, I came back where he lives and, as the dirty slut I am, begged to see him.
I had taken strong resolutions and told him that I was dying to get fucked but would not settle for less that a whole night. I thought we deserved it.
He seemed to agree with the idea but quickly made clear that it would be logistically complicated, borderline impossible. I stood my ground firmly. For about 10 seconds.
As we started talking about that night, and about what we would do to each other if it did happen (I had thought about it A LOT, and pictured it in detail in my head), my determination grew weaker.
I decided to stop asking to see him altogether, and just make do with the dirty texts we were getting each other hard/wet with.
But a couple nights later, out of nowhere, from a conversation that had actually started pretty normal, things got out of hand really quickly.
We were in the same city and he was getting very hard very fast, but he had little time and we had no place to go. At this point I wanted to blow him more than anything I ever wanted so I offered to blow him in his car, like the whore I turn into whenever I think of his cock, not really thinking the whole thing through, imagining he'd be too worried someone might see us. He answered he'd be there in 5.
I waited for him on a sidewalk, wearing nothing but a tiny black dress and a long coat (feeling more and more like a whore and loving it more and more).
The coat was at my feet the moment I sat in the car, his hand was between my thighs even before that.
There was this familiar pause when we just looked at each other, not really believing we were actually together. He kissed me gently and drove on, trying to stay focused, with my hand in his pants gauging how happy he was to see me.
He quickly parked in a quiet parking lot in front of a school where there were street lamps but no houses directly around.
He hadn't even stopped the engine that I was already pulling his pants down. I kneeled on my seat and over his, my ass facing the passenger window. His hands got busy with my breasts and ass and my dress being in the way he took it off.
There I was, naked, sucking the heavens out of his dick with my ass up for anyone who would pass near the car to see. I was loving it. His dick in my mouth, the thrill of being a dirty exhibitionist whore, and the fact that he was now swearing and shouting how much he loved me.
His fingers inside me made me want to eat his cock, like actually eat it, but I refrained. I could have suck him like that all night but he suddenly tried to pull out saying "fuck I'm gonna come" like he didn't know that's all I had been waiting for for months.
I obviously didn't let him pull out; on the contrary I sucked him even harder, fondled his balls more pressingly and forced him to flow into my mouth.
He insulted me loudly, which felt even better than his I love yous. I swallowed and still didn't let him pull out.
I kept his soft and delicious cock in my mouth for an extra 10 minutes. I was worried it would be sensitive and was waiting for him to tell me to stop but he didn't, so I didn't. (I asked him afterwards if it didn't hurt or anything and he said that he hadn't realized but indeed no, and that he loved it.)
When my mouth finally got soar I gently pulled away. I desperatly wanted to sit on him and ride him but we had no time and I was actually exhausted. I had cum hard on his fingers and it's like his own agressive orgasm had drained me.
It took 5 minutes to find back my dress (you wouldn't think in such a tiny space) and as I was putting it back on he started the car.
I hated this moment with all my guts. I knew it had to be this way, I knew what I got into when I accepted to see him on so short notice, but gosh would have I loved him telling me "fuck it, let's go to a hotel, I have to fuck your lovely pussy and pop your ass cherry". He'd been playing with my ass hole and getting it all flushed and ready, and we had been talking about him fucking it senseless for ever... but I guess there had to be something left for part 5...

Here I am, 4 months later, wet from having just brought him to orgasm over texts, as in love as ever, still waiting for him to decide if I'm worth a shot at a relationship, unable to find someone who even starts to make me feel as he does and trying to make internet strangers hard with our dirty encounters to pass the time.

Good night reddit, I'm going to sleep and hopefully I'll be having very dirty dreams about him..