My boyfriend and I spent a day at an amusement park that had a gondola-style cable car that travels from one end of the property to the other. It served as both a ride and a method of transportation. By our second trip across the park, we grew a bit bold with our behavior inside the tiny private car. During our third trip, my frisky ass decided to see if I could make Zack have an orgasm over the course of our ride.

I set my plan into action the minute our car swooped out of the loading dock. The top half of the car was almost entirely comprised of windows, enabling riders to check out the park during their ride, but the bottom was solid metal, hiding anything — or anyone — that might be on the floor.

Confident that no one would notice what I was doing, I slid off the tiny bench and onto the floor of the car, settling in between Zack’s legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like?” I countered.

I closed my fingers around the zipper pull on his jeans and tugged at the tab, drawing it all the way down. The sound of its metal teeth pulling apart seemed to echo throughout the tiny enclosure, highlighting the illicit nature of what I was about to do.

Looking up at Zack from beneath lowered lids, I made certain he was watching me when I slipped my hand inside his pants. I skimmed over his growing bulge, overshooting it just a smidge so I could open up the handy little slit that split the front panel of his underwear.

Zack’s whole body jolted when my fingers first came into contact with his rock-solid shaft. I ran my hand over his warm, velvety skin, offering him a brief taste of what it would feel like when I wrapped him in my fist.

I’d just curled my fingers around Zack’s girth and freed him from his boxers when a stiff breeze kicked up outside. The cable car began swaying, tilting our bodies left and right. Undeterred by the interruption, I reached out and grabbed hold of the bench to steady myself, then I lowered my head and placed Zack’s crown between my parted lips.

My guy let out a long, loud groan as I eased his dick between my lips. My mouth watered for him, aiding me in my endeavor to pump his shaft in and out as quickly as possible.

As the wind died down and our car’s journey became smoother, I moved my hand from the bench to Zack’s balls. He always did get riled up when I played with his sac, and now his calm demeanor flew right out the window.

The second I touched his balls, Zack started to wiggle in his seat. I was having a lot of fun watching him lose control over little more than a light brush of my fingertips.

Then his hips hitched, lifting his ass off of the bench and moving his balls just out of my reach. Of course, this new position presented other opportunities.

Before Zack could set his ass back down on the seat, I slipped my hand underneath him and caressed the delicate span of skin that stretched from his nuts to his asshole. He was warm and perfectly pliant, making it oh-so-simple to stimulate the area. I pressed against the soft flesh, working my fingertips in a circular motion to massage him.

Zack sucked in a breath through his teeth, creating a long hissing sound that got right under my skin. His ass rose a tiny bit higher off the seat, shoving his dick even deeper into my mouth so the tip tapped at the back of my throat, imploring me to relax and open up to him.

As I worked to open my mouth wider to accommodate his girth, the car shuddered as it moved through a support tower and back onto the cable. My teeth grazed his shaft’s silken skin, gently arousing the nerves underneath.

Zack was practically panting now. Hot puffs of air ruffled my hair every time he let out another breath. His legs vibrated from the tension that coiled in his muscles, making his thighs flex against my rib cage.

Knowing that it was my actions that kept Zack grunting with satisfaction was intoxicating. I loved having the power to make him completely fall to pieces using little more than my mouth and hands.

Zack settled back on the bench by that point, leaving me just enough space to sneak my hand further back to his asshole. He was particularly sensitive there. Just a little bit of pressure applied to his backdoor was guaranteed to make him shoot come straight down my throat.

Using the saliva that had seeped from my lips and dripped down Zack’s shaft and balls, I lubed up my finger and circled the puckered hole. As I moved to slip my finger inside, the car jostled, changing the angle at which Zack’s dick thrust into my mouth.

A frustrated grunt rumbled in his chest. Zack grabbed hold of my head and tangled his fingers in my hair. With his hold on my head secure, he braced his feet on the floor and fucked my mouth with reckless abandon. 

When the car started to wobble on the cable, I had no choice but to regain control of the situation. Using my fingertip, I toyed with Zack’s asshole some more, providing a quick shock of pleasure that inspired another groan and a change of pace.

Once Zack’s hips had stilled, I increased my pressure on his asshole, sliding my finger inside him slowly so his body could tell me how far to go. Gradually, his inner muscles relaxed enough for me to venture in further.

Rather than push that single digit deeper, I decided to add a second finger to the mix. Zack’s hips lifted off the bench again as I eased it inside him. Once both digits were seated comfortably, I sank in past my joints, not stopping until my knuckles bumped against the rim.

Keeping my hand tucked tight beneath Zack’s ass, I turned my attention back to his dick and balls. I dragged my tongue over his sac, making sure I’d swabbed every inch before moving up to his shaft.

That’s when I switched things up a bit, trading the flat of my tongue for its fine-point tip. I traced my way around the base of Zack’s dick, mapping every inch of his girth. When I reached a sensitive patch of skin, his whole body twitched, creating a ripple effect that reached his asshole.

Spasms rocked Zack’s body from the inside out. His muscles rolled over my fingers, gradually increasing their grip on me. At the same time, the tension in Zack’s balls continued to grow. He was hot, tight, and incredibly sensitive. The slightest stroke of my fingers was enough to make his hips buck.

Zack’s body seemed ready to burst. Though my mouth provided all the wetness I needed to suck him off, his own pre-come flowed freely onto my tongue. The tangy taste of his natural lubricant filled my mouth, mixing with my own saliva to slicken my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, allowing me to glide up and down his length quickly.

Quite a few times I pulled my head up so fast that the crown of Zack’s dick nearly escaped my lips. Whenever that happened, I’d pause from pistoning his shaft into my mouth and pay special attention to his bell-shaped head instead.

I should mention here that the crown of Zack’s cock is one of the largest I’ve ever seen. It’s super-sensitive, too. I love to trail my tongue along the ridge where its flared head meets the shaft. The tip of my tongue fits his crown’s plump edge just so, providing the perfect track to glide around his girth.

After plotting a path around the circumference of Zack’s crown several times, I allowed myself to wander further south, following the vein that bisects the underside of his dick all the way down to its base. I repeated the pattern a few times, enjoying the little grunts and groans that fell from Zack’s lips with every stroke of my tongue.

Hearing how I affected him never failed to drive me wild. His reactions were the most powerful aphrodisiac, and I wanted more.

Eager to lead Zack to an explosive finish, I moved my hand from his sac to his shaft and curled my fingers around the base. His skin was still nice and slick from my mouth, making it easy to slide my fist along his length.

Ready to get my mouth back in on the action, I relaxed my jaw and took him deep, stopping only when my lips brushed against my fingers. Now that I had the entirety of Zack’s dick covered, I made my mouth and hand work in tandem.

Zack was so close to coming I could taste it. I hummed my appreciation, creating a vibrating sensation that rippled over his skin. The inside of Zack’s asshole twitched again. Each spasm was stronger and harder than the last, gripping my fingers that were still nestled inside him.

When I crooked those fingers, I triggered an explosion that caused our car to shake on the elevated cable track. He shouted so loudly that the people in the park below must have heard him.

He was just in time, too. As Zack’s hot come spurted into my mouth, the car began to dip and slide closer to the loading dock. Using my fist, I pumped his dick into my mouth until the very last drop of his semen touched my tongue.

The cable car was fully descending now. I could hear the murmuring crowd of people waiting in the queue to board the ride. I sucked up Zack’s jizz, swallowing as much as I could. Then I lifted my head and licked the remnants from my lips and his softening shaft.

We managed to tuck Zack’s dick back into his pants just before the car swung into the loading area. The ride operator winked and smiled at us as he opened the door, which is when I finally noticed the tiny security camera in the corner of our cable car. Whoops!