This is NSFW/ DO NOT READ UNDER 18 PIECE!
This is a little Stan PinesxReader story. I like to think reader is mid 30s female, and would love input on this, and have to credit @vitality-falls for their artwork that inspired it.
But I hope it's enjoyable, and suggestions for others are appreciated. This is my first published piece like this.
Sorry, I'm nervous getting it out there. But I hope it's a good one.
The Stanleymobile was pulled over to a quiet little spot you two had found awhile ago. A little ways off the beaten path, but just enough to enjoy some one on one time. The night was gorgeous, and the only thing lighting you and him up outside the car was the moon, creating pale outlines of you both. It was nearing the end of the summer, and the air was cool and felt good on your bare arms and legs.
You had been teasing Stan for days. He always likes to get the best of you, and get you flustered while you were at the Shack, helping out. Sometimes a little peck on the crook of your neck, other times, groping you while you were on the ladder, putting away inventory, or even sliding a slicked up finger into your pussy while you guys were in places he could get caught. He always would leave you craving more, and you'd always be begging until the wee hours of the night later, in the throes of satisfaction.
But, this time, you turned the tables on him. The kids were leaving soon to go home to California, and you played it to your advantage. He wouldn't attempt anything more than PG rated affection with them around, but you had made sure all week to torture him: His hand on your hip, with you sliding it into your shorts to feel your lacy thong, flashing him behind everyone's back(making him trip over Gompers), and even coming in his office to stop him from cumming.
"This isn't how we play, Mr. Pines," you said, caressing his cock through his boxers, and squeezing firmly. He was in his office, but you had a key, and quietly snuck in before anyone outside saw you. The man was about ready to go to town before you stopped him.
"You little brat...I haven't came in days. My balls are achin', and you ain't putting out. I need this."
He looked at you, both in a mix of frustration and hunger. He hadn't snuck off to take the edge off where you didn't see. Good.
"You keep jerking off, I will hollar for everyone to come running down here, so be a good boy," you said, giving him one final squeeze, with precum wetting your thumb," And wait until Saturday night."
He moaned in shock, distress, and defeat. You licked the precum off your thumb, and kneeled in to keep him deeply.
"I love you too sexy, but you're gonna give me blue balls," he growled lowly. He didn't like being the one to wait now. And you loved it.
And now, you two were in the woods, bathing in the moonlight together, steadily making out. You got him away for the night, begging to go see a movie. You don't even remember what it was, because you were too busy sitting in the back, groping Stan's cock through his pants, and he was trying his best to keep composure.Ā
To add to the torture, you looked at him, sweetly smiling, and unzipped his pants, quietly exposing his cock, and his eyes bulged. he tried to shuffle you away weakly, but you made it worse. You stood up, seeing everyone else further down fixated on some crappy movie, and you slid your panties over slighlty, and sunk down onto his throbbing dick, while trying to pretend to actually watch the screen.
He moaned audibly, but the movie drowned it out for everyone around you. You glanced back, and his face was glazed over, trying to process what you were doing to him, and trying to cum. You reeled back after grinding on him a few times, stood up, and adjusted yourself.
"You ready to go? This movie is terrible, and I think you should pull your pants up, pervert," as you smirked at him. Now who is the flustered one?
His shocked face immediately changed to a villainous smirk, and he briskly zipped his pants again, already practically running out of the place,"Oh, you naughty minx...It's time for payback." And you drove out to the spot, feeling each other up on the Stanleymobile.
"Wanna take a ride on the Stanmobile, gorgeous?" he said, tweaking your nipples through the thin material on your dress, causing you to gasp while he kissed your neck, his scruff feeling abrasive and amazing at the same time.
You stepped back, and grabbed him by the tie, unraveling it, and guiding him to the back of the car. Wordlessly, you opened the door, still holding him by the tie, and spun him to the inside, lifting your leg, and casually pushing him in with your high heel.
He fell backwards into the back seat, blushing hard, and flustered, and saying sheepishly "You sure know how to make an old guy blush, huh?"
"You have been teasing me for days, and you are now getting a taste of your own medicine, you dirty old man," and you began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest hair and chain, while you peppered it all with kisses, and grabbed his dick through his pants again. It was rock hard, and ready to fuck.
"Oh, toots...I may be getting meds, but you're the one getting an injection tonight."
You heard the zipper. You felt his hand move yours, and you backed up. He looked at you with that sexy grin that was going to be the death of you. You looked down in the moonlight, and saw his cock popped out of his pants, throbbing and dark. His balls hung out too, swollen and waiting to explode inside you.Ā
Shit, now you can't think. You've been abstaining from sex too, but you had your limits. You bit your lip, and Stan saw the hunger in your eyes. You craved him like a drug. A cheap, sweaty, worn out old drug that could fuck you dry.
"Get down there, and lemme ram my cock down your pretty little throat."
And you did as he commanded. He shuffled his legs open, and you immediately complied. He slid his pants open a hair more, exposing his manhood to your face even more so. You looked up at him with your fawning eyes, and grabbed his cock. Precum dripped out, and shined on the head in the moonlight, and you applied it to you lips like gloss. He watched and breathed heavily. You smiled coyly, and swallowed down his manhood, head to base, moaning on it as you moved up and down.Ā
His hands ran through your hair, and kept cheering you on.
"Such a good girl...Ohhh, shit, yes. That's it, toots. Slob on my knob, baby......"
And you couldn't help but giggle at how cheesy he spoke, but how hot he was doing it, and you had to pace yourself at the same time, gulping as he kept hitting the back of your throat, and trying not to gag from his girth. He bucked on your mouth, and you moved with each thrust, both of you in unison. He started to tense up, but you didn't notice. you closed your eyes, and focused on his guttural cries and commands, and loved having his old ass boss you around.Ā
He snuck a hand under your chin, and pulled you out of your groove, popping your mouth off of him. You looked up, tears in your eyes, and a line of saliva making a bridge from your lips to his head.
"Stanley, what's wrong?" and you looked up, his glasses, and the whole car fogged up.
"I can't see shit, sweet cheeks. We gotta open these doors, and i want you naked on my cock."
He looked at you, dripping fluids in all the right places, and caved:
"Anything for you, gorgeous."
You both popped opened the doors, and stripped off your clothes. Seeing him completely naked, sprawled on the seat was intoxicating. Stan was covered everywhere in salt and pepper hair, and you loved every inch of it, especially the happy trail to his dick. It was always inviting you to just fuck him. Clothes were on the floor, and you held each other, kissing and caressing everywhere, and just drinking each other in.
"Stanley, I want you so bad."
"Hop on toots. Ride me and moan for me. Scream."
He didn't have to tell you twice, and you move to line your folds up with his cock. You had been slick from all the foreplay and days of teasing. You sunk immediately onto his dick and let out a hiss and gasp all at once.
"Shit, Stan...I needed this. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuu----"
And you bucked on his cock, his length and girth pulsing in you, just swallowing your sanity. Stan slid his hands all along your breasts and hips, groping you with his thick fingers, and occasionally sliding a thumb onto your clit. All your senses heightened to his body. You could smell his cheap aftershave, you could hear his gravelly voice praising your thick body, and you could feel the connection between your bodies as you neared climax.
"Babe, you keep moving like this, and moaning, I'm gonna blow before you do. Tell me what you need."
You looked down at him...He could be a total asshole to most everyone else, but he had a soft spot for you that always struck you in the middle of this. He was being a gentleman in his own way, and you could see the love and softness he had for you. You loved him, and he loved you, and this was bliss, climax or not. But, shit, you needed an orgasm desperately. You laid on his belly, wrapped your hands into his thick head of hair, and kissed him deeply.
"I want you to rub my clit, and tell me when you are ready to come. I'm almost there," and sat back upright.
"Sure thing, babe," and he swirled his finger in his mouth, and slid between your legs, rubbing you as you worked his cock inside you. You began grinding down harder, feeling your ass cheeks slick on his balls, and hitting all the right places. You started to feel that rush of heat, and opened your eyes wide. You looked down at Stan, and began to moan deeply, like a wounded animal.Ā
"That's it baby, come for old Stan. Make my balls burst on that hot fucking pussy...Fuck yeeeee...."
And you both clenched. Him, gripping your hips in place, shooting his load deep into your pussy. You, bearing down hard on his cock, covering it in your sex, and riding it out with him.
You laid down gently on his chest, looking up at the moon, and then at him, kissing his chin. He looked down at you, and pulled your mouth to him.Ā
"Shit, babe. That was incredible....Must have been good for you too, cause you're drooling."
He chuckled, and you sheepishly tried to turn away, but he pulled you in and kissed you hard.
"I love you, Toots...But give a man a little ass more than once a week. I ain't getting any younger here!"
You laughed and kissed his nose.
"I'll think about it, you old pervert."
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