My boyfriend has a junker '58 Cadillac limo that he bought months ago to tinker with. The thing is a beast – it was at one point a gleaming white; a proud vehicle back in the day. It's been all across the country, even being a military limo in Hawaii, used to transport officials. We're not sure when the car was exactly retired but it found its way to Arizona where said boyfriend drove to pick it up. He originally purchased it to use for parts on another Caddy that's being custom designed for him at a shop. But he didn't have the heart to part with the rest of it and so embarked on a restoration project of his own.

The car has been worked on furiously by his mechanic for months, trying to get the damned thing to run. And for a while it only sputtered, wheezed, coughed, and groaned until two weeks ago when it ran for the first time in years. Now that the engine was headed in the right direction, he wanted to start on restoring the interior. And he employed me to help him.

Let's just say I've seen better ghettos than the inside of this junk heap. It was used to store a bunch of crap, outside, in all weather conditions, left to rust and die. We had to start by gutting everything out and found old newspapers, shotgun bullets, black & white family photos, and even an old military tag from WWII. If only that car could speak. . .

So in full white-trash-car-gutting attire, I got on my hands and knees in the backseat and started to clean. The irony of being on my hands and knees in the backseat of a car and NOT having sex was not lost on me. I was doing a dishonor to my Claim To Fame. At one point I grew exhausted from vaccuuming the inch of dirt off the ceiling and moved to bend over the backseat to clean the glass away (the back window had been smashed in some time ago and glass was littered everywhere). As I began to fantasize about all the sexual relations that may have occured in the spacious area I was in, – quick sidenote: WHY don't they make backseats like they used to? Someone back in the day got the damn plans right. You can't so much as stick your ass high in the air, let alone give a comfortable sucking to someone in the back of a car these days without contorting into a pretzel – I felt hands reaching around the back of my ass and swiftly undoing the buttons on my jeans.

No sooner had I looked over my right shoulder, shocked, then there was a huge cock in my face. And where there's a cock... there's gonna be a-sucking. So suck I did. Repeatedly. While my man groaned in pleasure, he slid my jeans down to my ankles and my wife beater up over my breasts. It was a hot and humid day and I was covered in muck and grime, dripping sweat from head to toe and smelling like old car. I was in no condition for a sexy fucking.

But right when you let your boundaries go for an instant, the world opens up. So I was sweaty and dirty. So what? My partner was worse off than I was and here I am sucking his cock in all its sweaty glory. And it tasted damn good. Hot and dirty sex that day was literally hot and dirty! And it was surprisingly super sexy. My pussy was drenched and his cock was stiff, pointing straight at me, dying to get a piece of my pie. He pushed me over and bent me over the backseat, positioning himself to grab my hips and thrust his thickness inside of me. It slipped in quickly and easily, no lube needed. I was already wet in anticipation, not to mention the sweat had now dripped down my body and all over my cunt.

Did I forget to mention that the Caddie is parked in his driveway? Yeah. HOT! The faster he thrust, the deeper I dug my fingers into the worn seat. I perked my ass high into the air so he could grab handfuls of it; the squishing sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy making it unbearable to keep from cumming. He was rock hard and deep inside me. I just knew pre-cum was teasing his head and threatening to burst out so I slammed right back into him to help him fuck me harder. As I moaned in pleasure and excitement, I heard the deep, guttural groans of a man about to shoot his gooey load as hard as a firehose. I braced myself for the fast impact and sea of cum that I knew was on its way. I licked my lips, parted my pussy from behind to give him a better view, and held on tight. His screams of ecstasy were probably heard down the block.

He left his cock inside me for a few minutes so that I could feel his hardness turn to soft, a sexy indication that I emptied him out completely and that he was satisfied. As he slowly withdrew, trickles of his cum starting to run down my thighs and onto the dirt covered floorboards. I clenched my PC muscles to keep the cum inside where it belonged while my pussy lips shook with horniness. As he pulled my jeans back up and buttoned them for me, he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Keep that cum in your sweet little cunt until we're finished working on the car today. I want to look over at you and see how dirty you are, knowing that my load is inside you, seeping down your legs."

You don't have to tell me twice... I take direction VERY well!

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