CHAPTER 1
Ria’s been sitting in the car for a little over half an hour when she texts Dylan. “Almost done?” She’d told him she’d just wait in the parking lot when she dropped him off at the store – he’d told her 45 minutes, and that wasn’t really enough to justify going home.
“Probably gonna be like 30 more minutes,” Dylan texts back. “You getting bored or something?”
“Not exactly.”
“Hmm?”
Inside the car, Ria sighs and shifts in her seat, rubbing her thighs against one another. “I’m not bored,” she repeats. “I’ve been… thinking. About stuff.”
“Oh? What kind of stuff?” he teases. He knows already, but he’ll make her say it anyways.
But she decides to draw out the inevitable.“Something :)” she says.
“Try again. Be a little more specific.”
Ria squirms in her seat again. “Something fun. And I really turned myself on.”
“Oh? Very interesting.”
She waits for a minute to see if he’ll text anything else. Is she going to have to spell things out for him? A minute passes, and he says nothing. “So…I was wondering if we could go, soon. So you can help me take care of that ;)”
Ria watches the text bubbles for what feels like an eon, before they finally resolve themselves into a text, reading: “I think I’ll just take my time. Serves you right for getting so horny in public.”
“Pleaseee?” She knows how entertained he must be by her predicament. Maybe entertained enough to want to see her sooner.
“Nope. But if you’re that desperate, maybe you can help yourself out instead.”
Ria stares at her phone. “I’m in the middle of a parking lot!” she texts back.
“Not my problem ¯_(ツ)_/¯”
Ria puts her phone aside and presses her hand into her thigh. She shouldn’t have said anything to him. If she had, she might’ve been able to sit patiently for another half hour. But now she’s so turned on she might actually do as he says. She looks around nervously. The row she’s in is far enough away from the building that people walking in and out can’t really see her, and she’s surrounded by empty parked cars. The lot itself is tucked away, too, not visible from the street. “But what if someone sees me?”
It’s another couple minutes before Dylan’s response – she’s sure he’s making her wait on purpose. “They’ll enjoy it almost as much as you will, you little perv. Just hope they don’t turn on their cameras.”
Ria drops her phone on the passenger seat. She tries sitting on her hands, but the pressure on her ass only turns her on even more. Hurriedly, she looks around again. There’s no one anywhere near her. No one to watch her sneak her hand between her legs. No one to hear her sigh as she touches herself over her clothes.
Then her phone dings, and she snaps herself out of her haze. It’s Dylan, again. “You’re doing it, aren’t you?”
Ria’s already flushed, but she feels her face turn a deeper pink as she reads the message. “Mhmm,” she replies.
“Naughty girl. Why don’t you show me?”
Ria checks her surroundings again – still deserted. She holds her phone on the edge of her seat and starts a video, giving him a clear view of her squirming in her seat and stroking herself with her own hand. After a minute of this, she ends the video and sends it. “Don’t look at it where someone else could see,” she adds.
His response comes quickly. “What an ironic request,” he says. “But the video’s not bad. I hope that you’ll be sticking that busy little hand under your clothes soon, though. Get those fingers all wet and messy for me.”
“I will.” Ria puts her phone aside again and undoes the drawstring on her pants, still aware of her surroundings but becoming less alert by the second. She’d felt herself start dripping long before, but she’s still surprised at how wet she’s gotten – she can hear it as she spreads herself open. With her other hand she uses the side lever to slide her seat back, giving herself a little more room to spread her legs out. Not too wide, though, she tells herself. If she’s inconspicuous, even someone passing by might not realize what she’s doing.
It feels so good, being able to deal with all the pent up arousal that she’s created for herself, that she lets herself relax – until she sees a flash of movement in the corner of her eye. She snaps her head in its direction – a man two cars away is loading his trunk. He hops into the front seat and drives away.
Ria hasn’t taken her hand out of her panties, and she finds it moving faster as she fantasizes about what could have happened. He could have seen her so easily, playing with herself in the middle of a parking lot, if he’d gotten just a little closer to her window. He could’ve even taken a picture or a video before she’d noticed him, knocked on the window and shown it to her and made her promise to do whatever he said until he decided to delete it. Maybe he’d have made her come to his apartment and suck his cock until her throat was aching. Or he could’ve forced her to walk around in public with him wearing a skirt and no panties underneath, and bend over whenever he told her to. If he was especially cruel, he might make her wear a vibrator, too, and control it with a remote while she tried to keep walking with a straight face. She shouldn’t enjoy these thoughts, she tells herself. But they just get out of control so quickly. It’s embarrassing, but just the thought of all that happening to her gets her so close –
Ria’s phone dings again. Another request. “Let’s see how dirty you’re willing to be. Take your tits out right where you are and send me a picture.” She hesitates until another text comes through. “I promise I’ll be discrete when I look at it. Although I might have to stare for quite a while.”
Ria agrees and pulls her sweater over her head. When she’s assured herself that there’s no one around, she yanks up the tank top and bra underneath, too. She’s about to open her phone camera when she has a moment of inspiration. Setting the phone down for a moment, she pulls her seatbelt across her chest and buckles it, letting its strap cut right between her breasts, accentuating their curves. She places two fingers in her mouth, too, tasting the wetness that covers them. Only then does she take the photo. She looks at it critically before pressing send – she’s flushed and pink and looks scared and guilty, like she’s sure she’ll be caught at any moment. He’ll love it, though – he’ll want to see how much fear and embarrassment she’s enduring just for the chance to cum.
In a moment, she has her confirmation. “Very well done. You’ve managed to show me just how dirty and desperate you are. You should probably make yourself finish soon – before you get in trouble.”
Ria sighs in relief and leans back in her seat. It’s easy, so easy, to get herself over the edge, with all she’s done just now, with all the risk she’s taken on. It thrills her and takes her over, arching her back and rolling her eyes back into her head. She only wishes Dylan would come back right now to see what he’s brought upon her.
As the waves subside, she jolts upright and snaps her eyes open. Someone’s just knocked at the window, and it’s not who she wanted it to be.
CHAPTER 2
Ria snaps her hand back and tries to regain a normal expression, but it’s too late. The stranger at the window knocks again and holds his phone up against the glass. He plays the video he just took, and with horror Ria watches herself climax, watches the video swerve down to show her hands working underneath her pants and then up to show her face, eyes nearly closed, mouth open, tongue curling out over her lip.
Ria’s never seen herself cum before, and for the first time realizes how embarrassed she should feel to show someone such a dirty, unbridled expression. She rolls down her window – just as the door on the other side of the car opens and Dylan hops into the passenger seat. She watches as his eyes fall upon the man outside the window. And the video in his hand. He doesn’t seem entirely surprised. In fact, he barely seems rattled at all. “Looks like you got caught. I’m not surprised.” He grins at the man outside the window. “She’s never been particularly subtle.”
Ria looks back and forth between them, still flushed and confused. Dylan glances down at her. “Don’t worry,” he chides her. “It’s not like he’s a stranger. Not to me, anyways.”
“Wha-“
The man outside the door smiles crookedly. “I’m a friend of his. That’s all you need to know.”
Ria looks over at Dylan, trying to paste an angry expression on her face. “You set me up!” She understands now why he needed her to drive him – it hadn’t really made any sense to her before, although she hadn’t questioned it.
Well…that’s up for debate. I didn’t know for sure if you were going to write in the car. I just knew you usually do when you’re waiting around.” He grabs her sweater, pulls her towards him. “And it was all your decision to get yourself off. Really, you created this situation for yourself.”
“Oh…”
“Now, you’re going to give me your car keys and get in the back seat, and we’ll see if you can get yourself out of it.” The stranger steps aside, and Ria reaches for the door handle. Dylan catches her again, this time by the wrist. “How about you crawl into the back, instead?” Ria glares. “You’re going to have to do what you’re told, dear,” he drawls. “Unless you want more people to see what we just got to watch.”
He spanks her as she crawls into the back seat. She doesn’t protest. Even though she just came, the anticipation of what might happen next is enough to make her want to again. And she knows that she’ll only be allowed if she’s on her best behavior.
Dylan’s friend climbs into the passenger seat. “Too bad she’s already sitting down,” he says. “I wouldn’t have minded giving her an extra spanking.”
“Don’t worry,” Dylan answers. “You’ll get all you want of her, soon. In the meantime -“ he turns around in his seat to address Ria – “our naughty girl is gonna take her pants off. We’ll see if she can make it back to my house without making a mess on her seat.”
Ria quietly whines, but does as she’s told. It is going to be difficult for her to avoid getting her wetness on the seat, between what’s left on her panties and what she can feel coming at the thought of how else she might be humiliated.
“What do you want her to call you?” Dylan asks the man in the passenger seat. “She gets turned on by the idea of getting fucked by strangers, so maybe keep it anonymous.”
Ria blushes even deeper, but doesn’t deny it. Dylan knows about all her dirty fantasies – she just didn’t realize that he’d be making her follow through on them.
The stranger turns back to look at her, letting his eyes linger over her panties and bare legs. “How about you call me sir, then,” he says. “Show some respect, y’know?”
Dylan laughs. “Very good choice. She’ll be calling me master. That’s what I always have her call me when she’s being a dirty girl.” He turns in his seat again. “Isn’t that right?”
Ria nods fervently. “Yes, master.”
“Good.” He starts the car and glances over at his friend. “I’ve got her very well-trained. And you can tell her to do whatever you want. She love being ordered around.”
“Good.” As they pull out of the parking lot, he looks back at Ria. “Alright, slut. Tits out, now.” The abruptness of the command startles Ria, and she’s frozen for a moment.
“I recommend you do as he asks,” says Dylan. “Wouldn’t want to upset him.”
Ria tries to reassure herself. The sun’s going down. No one looks into moving car windows. She’ll be fine. “Yes, master. Y-yes, sir.” She pulls her sweater off, and then the layer underneath, so that she’s sitting on the cool leather of her own backseat in nothing but a bra and a tiny pair of nearly saturated panties. She squirms in her seat – it only makes her sensations more acute.
“Sir?” she says. “Could I keep my bra on at least? You can still see what my tits look like this way, and I won’t be as nervous about being seen…”
He laughs. “God. You sound so desperate, it might actually win me over. Why don’t you beg some more?”
Ria clasps her hands in front of her. “Please, sir, just let me keep my tits covered for now. I’m so scared that someone will see me like this, and I’d be so grateful. You can do whatever else you want. I promise, I’ll be good.”
“I can already do whatever I want,” he reminds her. “I have your master’s permission, and a video you definitely don’t want shared.”
“You should send that to me,” Dylan interjects. “I’ll make her watch it whenever she needs a reminder of how shamelessly horny she can be.” The car comes to a red light, and he eases down the break pedal. “The little slut deserves to squirm with her tits out.”
His friend agrees, and Ria has no choice but to yank her bra cups down. It’s warm in the car, but even so her nipples are hard and pointed, standing at attention. Then, Ria’s eyes widen as the windows on either side of her start to roll down. In a panic, she wraps her arms around herself to hide her nearly naked body from passers-by. But the windows stop when they’re only about a quarter of the way down.
“I just thought you might need some air,” says Dylan innocently. “Now, I think you should spend the rest of this car ride playing with yourself, just like you did when you were alone. Keep your panties on, so you can feel them get even more soaked through.”
Looking only briefly surprised at the sudden request, Ria nods and places her hand obediently between her legs. “Yes, master.”
“Don’t let yourself finish, and don’t stop unless you feel like you’re about to. Disobey, and I might decide that it’s too stuffy in here to have the windows even partially closed.”
It’s still 20 minutes to Dylan’s house, and Ria feels as if she could make herself cum instantly. Even so, she bows her head and starts playing with herself, exactly as ordered. After a short while, she’s forced to pull away for a moment – going any longer without pausing would have taken her over the edge, and she barely has the stDylangth to rip her hand away. It’s only the fear of being punished for an early orgasm that makes her stop.
“It’s gonna be a long car ride for your little slut,” Dylan’s friend observes. “I think we should give her a little reward if she makes it without breaking your orders.”
“Maybe,” says Dylan mischievously. “What did you have in mind?”
Ria whimpers. Hearing herself being discussed in such humiliating terms, right in front of her, is making edging herself so much harder.
Sir sits back and considers. “Does she like swallowing?”
“Fucking loves it. Always cleans me off right after, too.”
“Then if she’s good, at the end of this maybe she’ll get to swallow a nice big load of cum.” He inclines his head back. “You want that, slut?”
Wanting to please him, Ria nods vigorously. “Yes, sir, I do. I’m such a – such a dirty little slut, and I love having my mouth all filled up with cum, especially after I’ve been punished -“
“That’s enough,” he says. “Keep that hand moving, and don’t slack off.”
Just then, the windows slide down again, until they’re about half open. “Just some motivation for her,” explains Dylan. Ria slouches down in her seat. Dylan hears the loud scratching noise against the seat back, and immediately reprimands her. “No, no,” he says. “Sit up nice and straight.”
Ria whimpers something inaudible.
“Speak up, slut,” orders Dylan.
“I – I said I can’t because if I do it’ll be really easy for anyone passing by to see my tits -“
“Stupid girl. That’s the point. Now be a good little slut and play with yourself with your tits on display.”
“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” Resisting the urge to sink down to the floor of the car, Ria instead sits up straight, thrusting her tits out and hoping desperately that nobody outside looks in her direction. She’ll never know if they do. There could be strangers getting turned on by the sight of her tits, without her even realizing. It’s scary, but it’s still making her drip all over her seat. She strokes her hand across her thighs and back in between them, praying that at the very least she won’t be forced to keep going with the windows all the way down.
CHAPTER 3
Ria has to stop herself from cumming three times before they finally arrive at Dylan’s house – she swears that he was driving slowly on purpose, catching all the red lights and then spending them turned around, watching her struggling against her own hand. Instead of pulling into his garage, he stops at the top of the driveway, next to the hedges that line his front yard. Then, he gets out of the car and yanks open the backseat. “No, no,” he says, as Ria reaches for her clothes. “Get out. Now.”
“What?” Ria’s brain is a haze, and she doesn’t trust herself to have heard what he said correctly.
“You heard me. You’re gonna have to get to the front door looking just as you are. I recommend crawling. It might be more discrete.”
Ria whimpers and draws her knees to her chest. Having her tits out in the car is one thing. But outside…“May I please at least put my tank top back on?” she asks.
“Hmm…” Dylan makes a show of considering. “No. I want to see you drag yourself across my yard, and I want to see you do it with your tits out.”
She tries one more time. “Please, master. I don’t want anyone to see me like this…”
Dylan shakes his head. “So insubordinate, all of a sudden. We’ll have to punish you for that.”
The open door is the one closer to the yard. Ria checks the rear window – the street appears deserted. She scampers into the yard, dropping on all fours once she’s made it past the hedges. It would be humiliating enough to crawl to the door fully clothed, but to do it with the added fear of being seen almost naked – it should scare her. And it does. But that’s not the only thing she feels. She waits by the steps, eyes darting around wildly, trying to shrink back into the shrubbery so no one sees her. The other two are taking their time getting to the door, and she knows better than to ask them to hurry.
“Maybe we should lock you out here for a little bit,” Dylan’s friend suggests. Ria doesn’t think he’s serious, but she can’t really tell, and she’s too panicked to think it through, anyways. “That’d probably turn you on even more. Don’t you think?”
“Oh – yes, sir. Please – can we go inside now?”
Dylan has started to pull out his keys, but when she asks he slips them back into his pocket. “So impatient. Maybe it would be good for you to wait out here. It’s getting dark out, anyways. People would probably just think you were a pet if they caught a glimpse of you.” He crouches down and cups her face. “And at this point, they wouldn’t really be wrong, would they?”
Ria feels a shiver run through her. With his hand on her skin it’s hard to push her feelings aside, even when she’s been preoccupied with the threat of public embarrassment. “Deep down, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Dylan asks. “Even the threat of it is making you all wet and hot, so much that you can barely stand it. Isn’t that right?”
“Y-yes, master.”
“Say it.”
Ria takes a deep breath, resisting the urge to cover up her body, screwing up her eyes as though she fears that tears might escape. “I’d be really scared if you locked me out like this. But it’d also be really, really hot to be exposed and frightened and humiliated just for your entertainment.”
Dylan pats her on the head. “Good girl. But you’re not just being a dirty girl for me today, remember?”
She nods. “Yes, master. I’m going to be a good little slut for both of you.”
“Very good.” Finally, he unlocks the door and lets Ria in. “Go up to the bedroom,” he orders her. “And don’t play with yourself, this time. We’ll come join you soon.”
CHAPTER 4
Ria knows that they’re purposely being slow, just to make her squirm. It’s infuriating, to be made to wait even longer when she’s already been teased so much, and she finds herself grabbing the sides of the mattress just to keep herself from giving in and making herself cum all on her own.
A text from Dylan distracts her, dragging her out of her desperate state. “Be a good girl and watch yourself,” it says. Attached is the video that’s been held over her head since it was taken. “Watch it laying on the bed, with your ass pointed up nice and high and your panties pulled down to your knees. And keep your thighs a little way apart. Wouldn’t want you getting even more riled up.”
Ria pouts at the instructions, but follows them anyway. She flips over onto her stomach, then wriggles her hips up until her ass, now completely exposed is high in the air. Only then does she press play on the video, forcing herself to keep her eyes open as for the second time in the past hour she watches herself completely lose control over her face and body.
When the video finishes, she stays where she is and waits. She would be bored by now, but she’s far too turned on to feel something as mundane as boredom. It’s only anticipation, and a small bit of shame at her own desperation, that is running through her now.
When the door swings open, Ria doesn’t move her body, but turns her head towards the two men. “Oh, god – finally,” she gasps.
Dylan clicks his tongue. “Still impatient.”
“Oh – I’m sorry, master. I didn’t mean -“
“Crawl over her and make up for it.”
Ria nods gratefully and does as Dylan says, thanking him as she fumbles with the zipper of his pants. She hears his friend behind her, now, and widens her legs for him as she falls back onto all fours. “She looks great in just those little panties,” he says to Dylan. “Maybe you should send her back to her apartment just like that. She’d have to run up the stairs praying that no one would see her.”
Dylan says nothing, at first. He kneels in front of Ria, who eagerly takes his cock in her mouth. “She’s been a good girl for us today, despite her dirty behavior,” he says, stroking the back of her head as she eases him further into her throat. “I think I’ll keep her here for a while, once we’re all done with her.”
“Up to you.” He grabs Ria’s upper thighs and spreads them even wider. “God, she’s wet.” Ria only moans. It’s not as if she can say anything to him, with her head forced down so far. It doesn’t matter – he’s shoved deep inside of her before the small sound she can make dies out, and the force pushes Dylan’s cock even farther down her throat.
She’s shunted back and forth, her cunt and throat assaulted as the two men have their way with her, their grunts of pleasure bleeding into her muffled whines. Her senses are completely overwhelmed, and the heat inside her rises quickly, taking over her body before she can even comprehend how she’s feeling. She’s being held down hard against Dylan’s cock, feeling the other man’s cock pound relentlessly into her. It’s intense, ceaseless. Her cunt clenches around the cock inside her, rippling with waves of heat as she nearly screams in pleasure.
Her mouth is stuffed full with cum just as her ass is covered with more from behind. As both men pull away from her body, she swallows before falling down onto her stomach, exhausted and satisfied.
“Such a good girl,” says Dylan. “You loved every moment of that, didn’t you?” He tilts Ria’s chin up so that she has to look him in the eye.
“God…yes. Master.”
“That’s good.” He smirks down at her, taking in every inch of her exposed form. “Because it’s going to happen again very soon.”
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