I've never considered myself a 'dom' though I have usually been the controlling party in my little partly-scripted adventures, but I'd seen the riding crop at a market a few weeks back. It was an attractive piece, an interesting curiosity, and for five bucks I thought 'what the hell...'. One never knows when something like that might come in handy, right? So I'd picked it up and it had been rattling around in the back of my car ever since..

 Until today..

 The woman I'd arranged to meet, let's call her K, pulled up next to me in her car as arranged and climbed into the passenger seat of mine. We talked briefly, a little awkwardly and nervously, before I leaned over and kissed her and she responded, tentatively at first but quickly became more passionate. I pulled her blouse up to expose her breasts in their red lace bra and lifted them out gently, lowering my face to her chest to lick and then suck each large pink nipple in turn. She moaned at this and ran her fingers through my long dark hair, pressing my face against her.

 K was not the most attractive woman I'd ever met, though she was far from ugly. Her face was somewhat plain though her hair was long and black and she wore a white blouse and blue jeans which hugged her wide hips. Her breasts were full though, a lot more than a handful, and clearly very sensitive. As I suckled them I moved my hand between her thighs and pressed my palm against her crotch, rubbing her through the thick denim before unbuttoning them and easing down the zip.

 She had slipped her hand beneath my tee shirt and her fingers had explored my skin before they found the ring in my own nipple which she was toying with now. She seemed surprised and delighted by this, though I had told her about it during our online chats. I raised my face to hers and we kissed again as I slipped my hand into her jeans and inside her underwear, finding her already wet. My finger found her clitoris easily and she smiled and moaned against my lips.

  I was growing hard inside my own jeans now and she closed her hand over my cock, finding the tip with her fingers and teasing it as I rubbed her. I asked if she liked the way it felt and she said yes, so I suggested we climb into the back seat. She agreed....and that's when she found the crop.

 'And what are you planning to do with this, hmmm?', she asked jokingly. I explained that it was something I'd picked up somewhere, then asked if she wanted me to do something with it.

 'Hmmm...maybe...', she replied, still toying with the leather device.

 'Bit hard to use in here', I said. 'We'd have to get out.'

 'Ok.'

 I'm often surprised at what my partners-in-adventure are enthusiastic about and this was no exception. She had climbed out of the car and put her hands on the bonnet as soon as I suggested it, bent over, the denim of her pants stretched tight over her ample ass. I gave her a few light strokes over her calves and thighs and she giggled, then drew my arm back and landed a harder stroke across her checks. She squealed.

  'Is that ok?', I asked.

 'Yes.'

 The next couple of strokes were a little lighter, then I reached over and pulled her jeans, still unfastened, down over her ass to her thighs, baring her ass to the cool air. She wriggled but said nothing and I flicked my wrist and gave her a couple more light strokes which made her jump and gasp. But she said nothing so I gave her another hard one. She jumped again and yelped, then lowered her face to the cold metal of the cars hood.

 I gave her a few more then slipped my hand between her thighs and teased her with my fingers, pressing the handle of the crop between her cheeks before sliding it inside her. I moved closer, first caressing and squeezing her breasts before sliding my hand down her front to rub her clitoris with a finger while I slid the leather-wrapped handle in and out of her wet pussy.

 She was resting on her elbows now, and reached back with one hand, finding my cock and pulling it free, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and stroking slowly. I quickened my movements and so did she, pushing herself back with the rhythm of my strokes, breathing heavier, making little sounds with each thrust. I was too, I could feel myself getting closer as her hand moved faster. 

 Her hand faltered when she came like that, bent over with her face and breasts pressed against cold steel, her pussy filled with leather and wood. She squeezed me hard, then stroked faster and I came moments later, my cum pumping over her thigh. She kept going until I pulled her sticky hand away.

 We headed our own separate ways shortly after, her jeans had caught a little bit of my orgasm and needed to be wiped off with a couple of KFC napkins. But she wasn't too concerned, and when I leaned in through her car window to give her a final goodbye kiss she whispered 'Thank you.'

 And the crop went back in the car..