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Driving a Lamborghini is more than just a blushing rush of adrenaline. It's more than a feeling of luxury or elitist pride. The speed, the danger and the edgy tease of the design make it unrepeatable; undeniable even. When I'm inside it's more than simply thrill that courses through me, its lusty embrace appeals to my desires every moment I'm behind the wheel. You see, a Lamborghini does not ask permission, it owns it. Today I will be no different. I grab my keys from my desk and glance around to spot my supervisor heading into his office, shutting the door behind him with his ear to his phone.
I remove my six-inch stiletto heels, so he won't hear my quick retreat as I slink past his office and down the hall. Only when I reach the stairs to the parking garage do I replace my shoes. I survey the parking lot though it’s usually empty because I can’t be seen doing what’s next. My wrap around, sarong style dress comes off easily and is draped over my arm just as I reach the handle of my car door. Beneath it I am well prepared for a ride, dressed in a red satin corset edged with black lace along with a matching pair of cheeky lace riddled panties. Attached to my garter I'm wearing black lace thigh length stockings that complement the sleek style of my pumps. This burlesque attire, I decided, is the only way to ever ride in my Lamborghini. Of course, few people would ever understand such an odd sneaky habit. I can only explain by expressing that I have a need to not only embrace but match the allure and sex appeal of my Lamborghini. It doesn’t matter who understands. The bond I feel with my car makes me feel daring and invincible, especially when sitting in the curve of the seat, with a such a ravishing appearance.
I’m feeling like something akin to Batman as I peel out of the garage. I speed from 0 to 80 in less than a split second leaving tire tracks in my wake while heading toward the back roads of town away from everyone and everything. I had developed a routine; you see, almost an addiction. Almost every day I bought a new lingerie set to sate my Lamborghini ride. I would leave work, home or just about any activity to ride when the craving came over me. It has become a hypnotic cycle; the more I ride the more I need to ride. Each time I flash down the road at blinding speeds potentially risking it all at the slightest miscalculation of a turn or curve, the more blatant the hunger within me grows.
There is a freedom, a smooth, delicious freedom, driving behind the wheel of a Lamborghini, like the excitement of cumming for the first time; the way you feel the erotic power flow through your core, losing all control, it changes you. At just this thought I feel my center heighten with pleasure as my edgy pumps flatten the gas pedal. The rushing winds seduce my exposed body providing a combination of raw sensations. My inhibitions flow away lost in the dust of my speed.
I have always been very careful about where I take my rides. As per my routine, I only drive at night in abandoned areas with long stretches of road that go on for miles.
Today was not unlike any other ride so naturally I never even saw the officer parked off site, hidden in some shadowy place.
But he saw me.
I flew, zipping past him at over 100 miles per hour, so fast the traces of my speed blew the secured lid off his evening coffee.
I saw his lights miles later, flashing brightly in my rearview and fast approaching, my adrenaline spiked and at first I meant to give him a chase. There is no way he could ever outrun my V12 engine, I could easily lose him. The only problem with that is the potential for him to call for backup. There could be no turning back from an all-out full blown car chase. Still, the hunger seemed almost ignited, daring me to test him.
Pushing my stiletto down flat yet again, I begin to speed up. Surprisingly, he fights to keep on my tail. With a dark smile, I whip the wheel, pulsing back and drifting into a full turn, now facing him as he speeds to catch up and I finally stop my car.
He rushes up drifting his own car perpendicularly to block me from speeding off, immediately his weapon is drawn and he barely parks before jumping from the car to tell me to turn off my engine and place my hands on the wheel. Still smiling and somehow fueled with the energy of my hunger, I force myself to comply. Once my hands are on the wheel he quickly approaches the door yanking it open and instructing me to step out of the vehicle, turn around and place my hands on my hood.
His voice is angry, molten with frustration, but I sense it all change to desire when I finally step out of the car. My supple curves emerge in satin and lace, erupting an unmistakable gasp from the officer. His eyes cannot help but travel the length of my body from my plush breasts, down my midriff, all the way down my legs to the sharp curves of my stilettos. I take a few steps walking slowly and deliberately forcing him to stare down every inch of me. I turn facing the car and bend over poking out my satin covered bottom in efforts to taunt him. I look back to see his bold blue eyes become angry slits, darkened with lust as he approaches me. I smell the tease of his aftershave before I feel him behind me, close and warm. I lick my lips in anticipation because somehow I know he will feel the hunger too. Though he is a stranger to me, I know we can both feel the energy drawing us together magnetically.
The closer he gets it will inevitably creep through him and soon I will infect him. He reaches around me to grab my wrists, his hands traveling down my arm's length first. He takes a foot between mine, spreading my legs apart. I feel a breath escape me because the hunger is so immense now I am consumed. His authoritative stature only feeds the beast. Soon both my hands are cuffed but for some reason, he never moves from behind me or states any of the Miranda.
Now that I'm restrained, he instead takes the time to reprimand me. He leans in speaking low and close to my ear, his breath sending chills down my neck. He tells me I am a reckless fool and he will punish me. He tells me no one will be here to save me from what he has in mind.
Here in the darkness of the night, his hands find my breasts, pulling my body tight against his. As our bodies blend, I discover his member hard as my near naked rear rests snuggly against him. He squeezes and kneads my breasts, reaching under my bra to pinch my hardened nipples.
He ignores my threats to tell his superior because we both know they are empty. I want him to do this as bad as he does. But I can't give him the pleasure of knowing it. He wills his dominance but I am not ready to succumb. So when he finishes with my breasts, he pushes me forward, hard, down onto the hood of the Lamborghini. I laugh at this sudden roughness and he stops me with a firm slap on my behind. His anger is peaking again now because he continues, each blow even harder than the last. My jewel is swollen now with need and my cheeks sting to touch. He presses himself against me and through the cloth I can feel his erection taunting us both. His hands grip my hips, pulling me against him before he spanks me again. Frustration riddles though his features from my defiance and I can’t help but laugh. He releases himself from the confines of his pants and presses against me again, exposed and bare. Now I am wet and he can feel it through the thin spread of silk separating us. He caresses himself against my lips through the cloth, sliding against me. I moan, ready to feel him inside now because the tease and the hunger are too immense. Now he thinks I can take no more as I am ripe with desire.
Since he has had enough of this he rips my panties aside and drives his hardness inside me. My core ignites from 0 to 60 instantaneously. His member fills me entirely. The sleek curve of it glistens from my juices making him as wet as I am. I cannot move now as he has pinned me to the car pushing deeper inside me. With every thrust I feel my hunger feeding. His every movement is fueled with power, adrenaline and will. As our bodies are melded together I border ecstasy. He drives inside me stronger and harder, willing me to submit to him. I fight and struggle but lose the battle soon cumming in torrents around his pulsing member. My thighs quiver and weaken with this release and my body wants to collapse. But he won’t stop. He is only just beginning. He thrusts inside me deeper and deeper still, refueling the hunger within us both. New waves push me to more heights of pleasure as another orgasm rips through me. My muscles squeeze and clench him grippingly but he does not relent. He reaches up pulling tightly on my hair and demands that I ask him permission to cum again on his throbbing hardness. With my energy now nearly depleted I can't bring myself to challenge his authority again but I want to so badly. Somehow he senses the resistance lingers inside me and he forces me to the brinks of waves again, only this time he grabs my breast, kneading again, rolling my nipple between his thumb while he plummets his length through me. He knows as well as I do that my hunger will soon be sated. He pulls my head back, his breath on my neck, and tells me I better start begging now.
I feel my breath grow shallow and my moans escape with the desperation of release. I finally utter a plea at the last moment and he rips himself away from me. He turns me quick forcing me down to my knees and shoves himself inside my mouth. He explodes inside, revealing a load as powerful as he is. I am writhing with need now even more than before, but he simply pulls me back up, placing a hand to my throat. He tells me my punishment is one that will be prolonged. This only excites me and I begin silently rebelling in my mind already as I swallow his seed.
He releases my cuffs and warns me there will be more if I cannot comply starting tonight.
I quickly adjust my soaked panties and move swiftly behind my wheel. The power and hunger now flow through me like oxygen and I am hungrier than ever to be sated again. He notices the flicker of resistance in my eyes but not soon enough. With my heel on the pedal again I tell him to simply catch me first and as I leave him behind in the wake of my dust clouds, his hunger, too, is revived.