Post 289: A Date at the Movies, p5

She was driving. I was moaning.

“Take it out - it’ll feel better,” Melissa urged, glancing my way as we sped down the street, under streetlights, past darkened shops and other cars.

“B-but M-“ I stammered, squirming again in my seat and for perhaps the hundredth time trying to get my sildenafil-fueled erection, all throbbing nine-and-a-half inches of what felt like hot iron to sit somehow comfortably between my legs. It was so painfully engorged that I could feel my goddamn heartbeat in the thing, and so sensitive and tense that I felt like I had a stick of dynamite ready to go off in my lap. I groaned. 180mg?!? At my size and weight it was a miracle I wasn’t dead!

“Do it,” Melissa commanded, sternly, a steely resolve flashing in her normally warm eyes as she again looked my way. She hated seeing me uncomfortable, in pain, I knew that. But I also knew she’d been strangely quiet most of the night, a bit on edge. Surrounded by our staff, moviegoers, patrons at BOOMfood, she hadn’t had much chance to really be with me. But now we were alone. I mean, I was looking forward to getting some privacy with her as well, but going into it with a medically-induced erection that threatened to fucking kill me wasn’t what I had in mind.

Fuck it, I thought, and in a moment I’d undid my belt, unzipped my fly and yanked it all down. Ahhhhhhh…came my sigh of relief.

Holy shit.

Whoah.

Melissa’s eyes were on the road, but when she did take a second to glance down, look at what had just sprung out from between my legs and now stood like a nuclear warhead rose from the depths, her eyes goggled to match mine.

“Oooooo my god,” she marveled, attention back on the road for the moment  but obviously struck, “that shake really did make you go boom..!”

Even in the gloaming, it was evident. I’d never, ever in my life been this engorged, this solid and tensely turgid. It was like a cartoon, this thing, a prop from a movie. But it was attached to me! Sucking the blood from my brain, my vital organs. Aimed up at the roof of the car, the veins running up and down it’s length in a pulsating, bluish-purple roadmap of priapism, my erection was a beast-monster of need that refused to be ignored. My normally overpowering sense of civility and reserve had all but disappeared, and as embarrassed of having the thing waving in the air here in the car with my Office Manager as I was, I was half in shock.

“Ok now,” Melissa spoke, struggling to control the arousal in her own voice and unconsciously beginning to flood the car’s cabin with what I now know were weapons-grade pheromones, “Pull your pants down lower.”

“O-o-oh god Melissa,” I stammered, barely realizing I was mindlessly heeding her commands, pulling my khakis down lower, out from under me, my boxers following suit until they were both halfway down my thighs, nearly to my knees, “I’m…I’m going to…I’m going to make a mess again.“

“Oh fuck…” I heard her mutter, glancing up into the rearview, checking her mirrors. The headlights of the car behind us illuminated her eyes, “I’m going to pull over…”

“N-no it’s okay,” I attempted, “It’s only ten more minutes. I think I can make it-”

“But I don’t think I can,” she spoke, making a decision in her hormone-addled head and eyeing the options for a stop up ahead of us on the road. “Put that sweatshirt back over yourself,” she told me.

In my pained discomfort I groaned, and before I could even comply Melissa had grabbed Lakshmi’s white hoodie and thrown it over my cock, once again hiding the horrid thing from the world and causing me to lurch. Even just that, the sensation of the weight and softness of the sweatshirt, was nearly enough to make me lose it. My head swam as I fought back climax.

“There you go, back in your diaper, baby,” I barely heard her say as I staved off an explosion. I saw she was turning right, pulling over into the parking lot of a small shopping center with a couple restaurants. It was not empty, I saw. There were some people about.

“Oh my God Melissa I’m going to come I’m going to make such a mess,” I moaned, as she’d found a semi-private spot maybe ten yards from the nearest activity outside and away from the brightest of the overhead lights.

She hurriedly turned the car off, turned to me. “Look into my eyes,” she said, suddenly fixing me with a stare that drew my eyes to her and caused my mouth to drop, “Leave the sweatshirt there, leave your diaper on.”

My jaw quivered as I looked up at her, she down at me. In my painful, throbbingly erectile distress I barely registered the ignominy of what she had said, and could see how hard she was working to keep from reaching her hand over to me, snaking her hand under the white hoodie. Too many people were around to allow her to do what she really wanted. They were just a short glance away.

“Look into my eyes,” she said again, reading my distress and gauging my arousal. She watched my eyes watering, my face quivering as I now struggled to keep her gaze. She wanted to end my agony and find me relief; she knew I couldn’t bear much more or control my own body. “Look at my breasts if you need,” she said, drawing in a deep, munificent breath and watching me suddenly begin to dissolve, my gaze immediately falling to her huge, swollen cleavage, the massive swells of soft bosom that burgeoned up from the plunging neckline of her sleeveless blue top.

“oh goddddd….” I groaned, hips immediately bucking of their own accord, spasming under the cover of thick, white, cotton-blend cloth. My right hand tensely gripped the door handle for support; the other she took into her own.

“Yes yes…” she urged, holding my hand and watching my face as I struggled vainly in the last blows of an obviously losing battle against the demands of my own body, staring at her tits, “…come.” She was both giving me permission and overcome by the power of the moment herself, how it spoke to the dark urges buried inside her. “Come right there, into Lakshmi’s sweatshirt, come in the diaper I put on you.”

“oh goddddddd…!” I groaned again, this time the final cry in my labors as I felt my climax crest. A monstrous release, fueled by pheromones, sildenafil and the sight of her chest was…was…

“Come in your diaper,” she repeated, the killing blow.

I slammed my eyes shut and I squealed.  “mmmmmnnnnnnggghhhhhgghhh….!” came my manumission, from deep in my throat and shaking my skull. I wasn’t seeing stars but rather a supernova of white light, flashing brilliant and then pulsing with every explosion that detonated from my loins.

“Yes, yes..!” she nearly sang, knowing she needed to control her voice or attract the attention of others outside, “Come for me, baby, come, come…!” She was elated, obviously, gripped by the moment nearly as powerfully as I.

I opened my eyes and, breathless, saw her staring at the thrashing shape of my monstrous erection tossing the nebulous shape of the white sweatshirt in my lap, to and fro in its vehement zeal. Her undisguised ardor, her overwhelming rapture only fueled my climax further, and I groaned anew.

I was coming, hands-free, drowning in her perfume. Already a dark stain, born of my prodigious jism, was blossoming through the fabric. My eyes fell back to her tits.

“God, yes,” she moaned, watching me, watching the energy and life erupt out of me, watching me already wilting underneath the explosive fury of my massive cock. She was transported, fascinated by her power, how meager I seemed below it as I writhed helplessly in my seat, still coming. “You’re…so weak, aren’t you? You've lost it, you have no control. You’re such a male…”

I whined. Yes, I’d found relief. Yes, the ecstasy still flashed in my eyes. But as I felt the warm goo of my climax settle onto my hip I’d already begun flushing in shame. I grunted, the pulses of my orgasm now starting to slow, my pelvis coming back under leash from its spastic threshing. I was still, though, steel-hard.

“Oh god, oh god sweetie that was so good,” she keened, as quietly as she could manage. “I made you come and I didn't even touch you. Even my words are stronger than you!"

Suddenly aware that I was gaping at her cleavage, I closed my eyes and threw my head back against the seat. I moaned, feeling the last throbs of climax bubbling out of me and felt her presence leaning in closer from my left. She was gathering the sweatshirt around my hips, settling me in my own slime, and now reaching over me with her left arm. She’d found the seat controls, down below my side. My seat began to recline.

“Now,” she began, as I declined until I was half-back, “you just lean back and relax. Take a nap if you want.” She was watching my eyelids already beginning to flutter, watching me go. “I’ll drive you home…”

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