“I can’t wait to get home and jump your bones,” you said as we drove home from the party. You feet were propped up on the dashboard, your fingers were toying with the buttons on your shirt, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road.
“Sounds like someone’s a little worked up,” I remarked. I managed to keep my voice steady, even though I was already half-erect at the thought of your smooth thighs wrapped around my body.
My discomfiture only increased when you turned to me and said, very clearly and deliberately, “No. Someone is not ‘a little worked up.’ Someone is fucking horny as fuck.”
I swallowed hard. “Goddamn, well, we’ve got another 45 minutes until we get home. If you’re that horny, you might just have to do something about it.”
At once your demeanor changed; you lowered your face and responded in an innocent tone. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
Out of the corner of my eye I caught the slight smirk which put lie to your affected meekness. I knew what you were after. I straightened in my seat and set my jaw.
“Take off your panties,” I said.
“Yes Sir,” you replied breathily. In the periphery of my vision, I saw you reach up under your skirt, lift your hips, and pull your underwear down your shapely legs. You teased me by passing the fabric directly under my nose before tossing it in the back seat.
“Now what?”
“Unbutton your shirt,” I instructed. “Let me see your tits.”
“Oh I can’t do that, Sir” you protested, even as you began undoing the buttons. “What if someone sees me?”
“It’s the middle of the night and we’ve passed like two cars since we left,” I said. “Nobody’s going to see you. Now let’s have a look at those tits.” I glanced away from the road long enough to gaze on your ample breasts spilling from your shirt, nipples visibly stiff in the dim light.
“Do you like them, Sir?” Your voice was plaintive. “Do you like my tits? Do you want to play with them?”
“Safety first, pet,” I replied. “I have to focus on driving. Why don’t you play with them? Play with your pussy too, while you’re at it.”
“Yes Sir.” You reclined the passenger seat and drew your skirt up around your hips. Your left hand toyed with your nipple while your right crept between your legs. As soon your fingers made contact with your pussy, you gasped and arched your back.
“Fuck, I’m so wet,” you declared, withdrawing your fingers from yourself and running them across my lips. I sucked them into my mouth and tasted your juices before you resumed touching yourself.
The smell of your arousal filled the car. I wanted to pull over and take you right then and there. I wanted to push you to your knees on the side of the road and push my cock into your mouth. Instead, I decided to push your boundaries a bit.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” I ordered. “I want you to be naked for the rest of the ride home.”
“I don’t know about that,” you said, falling out of character. “Somebody really could see.”
“Nobody’s going to see you. Just close your eyes and imagine you’re at home alone, sprawled out naked on the bed with hours to do nothing but make yourself cum over and over.”
Seeing your continued reluctance, I added, “Fucking strip or I’ll hide your vibrator for a week.”
“Monster! You wouldn’t.”
“You know I would.” I was proud of the steely tone I mustered. “Now get those clothes off and keep your eyes shut. If you’re really in danger of being seen, I’ll let you know. Until then I want you to keep fucking yourself until you’re about to cum.”
You hesitated for a a second more, then closed your eyes and did as you were told. I kept my face impassive, but inside I was exultant. I had seriously doubted that you would go through with such a bold demand, but there you were, completely naked next to me as we barreled down the road. I noted with interest that this brazen display of exhibitionism seemed to have made you even hotter than before.
“Just look at yourself,“ I said in mock reproach. “Completely nude, masturbating in a moving car like some whore I’d rented out for the evening. I don’t even think you’d mind if someone saw you. In fact I think you would get off on that.”
You groaned and shuddered in response. Your hand worked more briskly between your legs.
“Oh-ho, so it’s true,” I taunted. “My horny little pet likes the idea of some stranger seeing her all naked and slutty, is that it?”
Even in the darkness of the speeding vehicle, I could see my words were having their desired effect. You twitched and squirmed with desire, your lips parted and your brow furrowed.
“Y-yes,” you whispered.
“I beg your pardon, I didn’t hear that. Yes what?”
“Yes – ahhh!” You gasped. “Yes, the thought of someone seeing me turns me on. Unggg! Fuck!”
“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission,” I commanded. “You mean if the person in the car next to us – keep your eyes closed! – if the person in the car next to us looked over and saw you right now, you would like that?”
You moaned, your eyes squeezed shut, your body trembling on the brink of orgasm. “There — oh! — there’s not really a car there, is there?” The question betrayed equal parts apprehension and excitement. “You wouldn’t do that to me!”
“Relax, pet” I soothed. “There’s no car next to us. But there could have been. Now keep touching yourself, but stay on the edge, or I swear to fuck I’ll pull over and shove you out on the side of the road.”
Even though you knew the threat was hollow, you whined at the image. The slick sounds of your pussy came faster and faster. We arrived at a red light, and I eased the car to a halt.
“Don’t look now,” I said quietly, but there are two guys next to us in a pickup, and they’re looking over. They can see you!”
“Aaaggghhh,” you grunted in desperation. I knew that you could hold out no longer.
“Cum now,” I barked. “Cum hard! Cum for me, you fucking slut!”
Your entire body convulsed, as it did whenever you were rocked by an especially powerful climax. You shrieked as the spasms overtook you. “Aaahhhhh! Fuck! I’m cumminggggg!”
“Open your eyes,” I ordered as I depressed the clutch and shifted into first gear.
Your eyes flew open and your face froze. As we pulled away from the intersection, you saw the shocked expressions of two men in an orange pickup truck, their eyes locked on your naked thrashing body.
“You fucker!” You screamed as I accelerated, leaving our erstwhile voyeurs in the distance. “I can’t believe you! Argh! Shit!” You snarled as another tremor of pleasure ripples through your body. Your hand never stopped moving between your thighs. You came again and again. I waited until the storm of orgasms had passed before speaking.
“So,” I said lightly as you licked your fingers, “should I slow down and let those guys catch up with us?”
You shot me a black look. Then your mouth curved in a small, wicked smile.
“Maybe…”
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