May 27th, 2019 
Anonymous I’m a nymphomaniac. Ever since my first orgasm, I’ve been chasing that euphoric feeling. I was speeding down interstate 45 when John pulled me over. I watched his dick get hard as I flirted my way out of the ticket. He wasn’t the only one turned on. I could feel my cunt pulsating for his big cock.
I could feel his eyes staring down shirt. Thank God, I forgot to wear a bra. I leaned closer to the steering wheel and slowly licked my lips. Because I didn’t want him to question my actions. I boldly asked, “Can I fuck my way out of this ticket?”.
He didn’t say anything. For a few seconds, I feared I’d misjudged the situation. He took his shades off and leaned closer to my window. His gorgeous blue eyes pierced my soul. I wanted him to fuck me right then and there on the side of the freeway. But that would be too crazy. I followed his motorcycle to a secluded backroad.
Poor guy had no idea I was a nymphomaniac.
He pulled me from the car. I wasn’t wearing panties, and my thighs were moist. And I was wet and ready. He bent me over the hood and pushed my skirt up around my waist. My heart was racing. I needed his cock inside me. The familiar mantra, “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME” played over and over again in my head.
He traced his cock along my slit. Then pushed it deep inside my tight pink hole. We stood there not moving, just feeling our bodies intertwined. He started pumping my pussy hard. He showed me who was in charge and it wasn’t me. Pussy juice was running down my thighs. The warm sun was shining down on us, and I was in heaven. Outdoor sex is always fun. Because I’m a nymphomaniac, I have to admit this wasn’t my first time fucking my way out of a ticket.
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