I already posted this story, but as I see that was too short. The original version is "Casusal Sex in Winter, in a Cold Car". But now much longer and detailed. That's pretty much what happened, with a little embellishment.
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
Under six escalating red moons, a highborn woman is captured, claimed, and transformed by a brutal orc war-band. From ravishment to willing surrender, from iron rings to molten brands carved through her very heart, she becomes their pierced, squirting, eternally orgasming queen. By the final moon she is no longer human; she is the living red moon itself, a pierced and branded goddess of unending climax who births a new crimson sky from her own endless release.
A Legacy of Ruin Stories Victoria discovers her father and grandfathers’ secret obsession with breeding her. She turns their desire into a ruthless competition.
A woman I worked with was quite inspiring. This is an example of what she stirred within me. In this story, everything is real, especially my thoughts.
When a busty blonde breaks down on a lonely highway, her rescue by a hung black trucker turns into a gratitude-fueled interracial pounding in a seedy motel, where she worships his massive cock and begs for every dominant thrust until he's breeding her dripping pussy.
Cathy's mom sends her to volunteer at the local Nursing Home, hoping that's one place that will keep her out of trouble. As young Cathy is doing the rounds, she hears a cry for help and follows the pitiful voice into a bathroom. It's old Mr. Higgins, and he's accidentally taken Viagra instead of his blood pressure medication. He asks Cathy to help him get his dick to go soft. "How?" she asks. "Suck it, of course," old Mr. Higgins says. "Come on, get to work..."