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Megan Thee Stallion is riding my face in my Mitsubishi Starion.
Not the way I was expecting the night to go, and I know nobody is ever gonna believe me.
Cruising through Beverly Hills in my retro Starion, with black plastic window louvres, chunky tyres and a few other tasteful 80s period mods. My pride and joy.
I’m stopped at the lights and this tall, beautiful woman walks up and taps on my window. She got a silver short skirt, bikini top on with flowing long black hair down her back. I know who she looks like, I just don’t believe it. I wind the window down.
“Holy shit! You look just like Megan Thee Stallion!” My dumb ass squeaks. Any chance of playing it cool just went out the window.
The lady bends down to talk to me. Up close, she really does look like her. No way it is though, Megan Thee Stallion wouldn’t be tapping on my window at the lights at 1am. I glance around, expecting a carjacker to stick a glock in my face.
“I am Megan Thee Stallion!” She exclaims. “Um, this is really embarrassing, honey. My car broke down, and none of our phones work. My assistant went to get help but she ain’t come back and I gotta be some place that ain’t here.”
I obviously look like I don’t believe her.
“I’ll prove it.” She stands up straight, and starts freestyling, while bouncing her bootie and dropping down low, shaking and twerking. No mistaking that jiggle or her skills.
“Oh shit! It really is you! I’m sorry, how can I help?” My heart is pounding in my chest and a sudden kick of adrenaline makes me feel light headed. I feel like I’m vibrating.
“Can you give me a ride?” asks Megan Thee Stallion. I try to be chill.
“Yes, Megan Thee Stallion. I will give you a ride in my Mitsubishi Starion.” She smiles weakly at my terrible attempt to rhyme, but I pop open the passenger door and she gracefully slides into the sports car. She’s tall, and her big chunky heeled sneakers adding an extra few inches mean I have to slide the seat back for her but soon her fine ass is safely buckled up in the plush red velour seats.
“Thanks so much for this, sugar. You’re a real life saver and a cutie too.” She leans over and pecks me on the cheek. I blush and feel a tightening in my shorts.
“Where we heading?” My voice breaks and cracks from my nerves.
“OK if I put it into your GPS?” She asks.
“Sure!” I say at a volume far louder than needed. Dude, fucking chill!
Megan Thee Stallion leans over and starts tapping away at my phone in it’s hands free cradle, programming in a destination. To my disappointment, it’s not that far. I can smell her perfume and her hair brushes against my bare arm. Shivers up my spine, and goosebumps raise up on my skin. Oh God, be cool. Don’t freak out.
“Oh it’s not far, won’t take too long to get there.” I try to sound cool.
“Heh, you’re sweet, honey.” Megan Thee Stallion tells me. “This is a nice ride! Classic!”
“Thanks! I worked on it myself.” I tell her. She’s looking around. She sees the trans pride flag sticker on the rear quarter window. I get even more nervous but she just says;
“Damn. That E is working for you, girl.” She gently squeezes my bare thigh, and I swear she stroked me a little as she took her hand away. I can barely concentrate on driving. She smells so good and I just want to look at her the whole time.
“You mind?” She gestures to the stereo. I tell her to go ahead and she tunes in a local station. Now I’m cruising in my Mitsubishi Starion with Megan Thee Stallion, freestyling, bopping her head and shaking her ass. She smiles at me. My jaw feels like it’s going to fall off and I realise I’ve been grinning like a lunatic since the moment she got in my car.
“Shit, I’m sorry honey, I’ve been so rude, what’s your name?”
I tell her. She says it’s a pretty name. Says she likes the sexy tomboy look I have going on and she strokes my thigh again. She kinda cozies up next to me, as much as she can with the way the seats are. Megan leans on the center console as she chats to me. I feel sad a little when I notice we’re nearly halfway there. As I shift up gears, my hand brushes against her silky smooth thigh. She doesn’t flinch. I want to taste every inch of her.
“I gotta think of some way to thank you. You been so kind and sweet.” She kisses my cheek again. I nearly run a red light I’m so distracted. Megan giggles. She’s stroking my thigh again, getting higher and higher. She has to be able to see my boner, even in the dark. Oh shit, now she definitely knows, when all of a sudden, Megan Thee Stallion is stroking my crotch.
I’m being felt up by Megan Thee Stallion in my Mitsubishi Starion. She’s kissing my neck, and nibbling on my ear. Her hands with their beautifully manicured and decorated nails are teasing my rock hard dick through my Adidas shorts. She’s rubbing my bare tummy, then slipping a hand under my cropped vest top, squeezing my tits and pulling hard on my nipples. She purrs. My heart is pounding, my palms sweating on the wheel. The music is thumping and Megan Thee Stallion is whispering in my ear, telling me all the nasty shit she wants to do to my gay ass. I need to park up right now, so Megan Thee Stallion can fuck me.
The satnav is shouting at me to make a u-turn as we missed the turn off but I’m looking for somewhere safe and secluded to pull over. There’s a spot under a flyover, it’s in the shadows and no one is around. Megan has already wriggled my shorts down, exposing my tighty whiteys. She pulls them down to free my eager dick, and she’s softly tracing a nail around the tip, teasing me. Then she grabs hold and starts jerking me off as I try to park up without crashing. Her powerful arm is pumping away, her hand twisting and pleasing me.
I kill the engine, push my seat back and recline it as much as I can until I’m nearly horizontal. I feel Megan Thee Stallion’s gorgeous thick, juicy lips upon my shaft, her tongue wrapping around my cock, expertly licking at the sweet sensitive spots around the tip. She clambers out of her seat and straddles me, ass up towards my face. She frees my panties and shorts, and I’m spread legged with my feet up on the dash. We’re clumsy and giggling like idiots. With her hands clasped around my butt cheeks, she’s working my cock up and down with her mouth, satisfying lip smacks and thick drool coating me.
My hands are shaking as I pull her skirt up over her magnificent butt, a tiny thong splitting her firm, big buttocks and a soaking wet cunt waiting for me. I yank the panties down roughly and greedily dive in. I tongue her pussy up and down, spread her lips and gorge myself on the pink softness inside. I eat her ass out, tongue fucking her deep as she squeals with delight. I grab onto her powerful thighs, clinging on for my life as Megan works my dick like it belonged to her.
“Oh shit yeah, eat that ass, you nasty bitch!” She calls back, before returning to giving me the BJ of my life. “Spank it, spank it like you own it!” I do as ordered, smacking her bootie as she squeals with delight. I bite her firm butt, nibbling upon the fine feast being smooshed into my face..
Megan slips a finger or two deep inside me, finger blasting my bussy. (I noticed two of her nails were cut short, earlier. Guess some pussies were getting a lot of attention tonight.) Megan starts wriggling her ass around, slapping her cheeks together as I spread her her cunt wide and eat her holes out like the greediest slut ever. She tastes so good, like peaches and cream. I can’t get enough.
Megan Thee Stallion is riding my face in my Mitsubishi Starion.
Fingers in asses, fingers in pussy. We tongue fuck and finger each other like a pair of feral bitches in heat. Megan frees her boobs from her dress and titwanks my dick. The car is rocking and steaming up as we fuck each other senseless. I guzzle upon her juices as she sprays me down with her juicy cunt. I claw and grasp at her ass, hugging her tight, not letting the opportunity go to waste.
“Cum for me baby, I wanna taste it, I’m gonna swallow every drop!” Megan commands. With fingers deep in my ass, she bangs on my cum button. I nearly choke her as I erupt, ramming my cock further in, face fucking her as I spasm. I furiously finger fuck her asshole and eat her pussy as my cum fills her mouth. I feel her gulping it down, Megan Thee Stallion, devouring my cum while her wet ass pussy sprays me like a fire hose. My vest is drenched, her cunt juices soaking my tits and face.
Exhausted, she collapses back on to the passenger seat. I return my seat to the upright position, drained, with half my clothes down around my ankles or up around my neck. Megan grabs hold of me and kisses me passionately, spitting some of my own cum into my mouth, and licking her juices off my lips. We make out as we catch our breath, our tongues locked together, while I take my chance to feel up and massage her magnificent breasts.
“Girl, you know how to fuck. We’re doing this again.” She takes a selfie of us both with my phone, tits out, grinning like two cum-soaked sluts and puts her number in. “Don’t mess this up by telling anyone.” She warns me. She sends the selfie to herself so that she has my number too.
I shake my head. I ain’t fucking up being Megan Thee Stallion’s booty call. I help her get tidied up then drop her at her destination, driving with her head resting on my shoulder, and holding my arm like she’s really my girl. She gives me a long, passionate kiss before getting out.
I spent the rest of the night jerking off to our selfie with the pussy soaked vest held to my face or wrapped around my dick.