“Take your top off,” I said. “Now.”
The sun was just barely starting to touch the horizon. It would be darker in a bit, but this parking lot was still pretty well lit. There were a couple truckers that I was keeping an eye on in my rear-view mirror, and the front door to the adult store was only 30 feet away.
She was hesitant for a moment. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe it was because I was getting the homemade nipple clamps ready. Maybe she was just being a brat.
It was almost certainly because she was a brat.
She was a special case for me. We met a month earlier, and she eagerly took every kinky idea I threw at her. Exhbitionism, degradation, impact play, choking, and so, so, so much pain. Her desire for masochism pulled my inner sadist to the forefront, and now she was about to spend an entire weekend as my fucktoy.
She was trying her hardest to sit still, squirming with a butt plug filling her ass. 24 hours ago I forbid her from cumming. Two hours ago, she put on the clothes I picked out for her and pushed the plug inside of her, bead after bead. One hour ago, we started driving east.
Fully clothed, she still looked like a slut. The skirt didn’t cover her ass, and the top had her tits spilling out of the top. She had a push-up bra underneath for added shape and cleavage, which was rather silly given that her natural tits were extremely perky. The bra had to go, too. I let her keep her panties on, they were so ridiculously small that her pussy lips were already slipping out. And the skirt was easy enough to push up, leaving her completely exposed.
The truckers didn’t notice as I methodically clamped up her nipples. I had built some of my own, using screws that slowly increased the pressure onto her until she whimpered at me.
Two guys came around the corner, possibly from the adult store. They definitely saw a gorgeous, topless woman sitting in a van in front of them. I’m not sure their brains had time to process what they saw before we pulled out and started driving towards Las Vegas.
I know, I know – this [sounds all too familiar](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/s7xtsc/the_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf/). Let me back up.
For years, I’ve been writing stories about my kink exploration. Some of these stories get a little over the top, but they were all true.
Then a friend asked me to write [about her in a specific fantasy](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qrhkah/mff_do_as_my_wife_says_and_learn_to_be_a_good/). She gave me a few things that needed to be in the story, and quite frankly I want to spank her ass and cum on her tits some day. So I put a lot of effort in that erotica, and she loved it to the point that it made her melt. I also got a huge response from you dirty perverts, too.
That encouraged me to create more fictional erotica. I started plotting out The Road Trip Slut. And I promise I will get back to that fictional story soon. But I need to write this first.
My slut read those stories, as well as the other real life adventures, and she loved them. After our [first meet-up, which had me face-fucking her in a suburb](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sgwuit/good_morning_photos_and_a_car_skullfucking_mf/), I offered to take her with me to Las Vegas for a road trip, and make that fantasy a reality.
After [our second meet-up](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ssydg1/mf_spanking_choking_clothespins_and_oral_on_the/), she agreed.
From Thursday to Sunday, I was to have complete control of her life. I picked out her clothes, told her what sex toys to pack, and gave her an hour-by-hour itinerary explaining where and how I was going to fuck her.
There were still a lot of surprises built into the plan, details that she would be told as needed. I had a good handle on her wants and limits, which holes I was allowed to use, which ones I was allowed to share.
We started off slow. A quick spanking in the parking lot of a burrito place, and groping her ass in front of a couple of guys working inside the burrito place. It was already making her drip with anticipation.
The sex shop was only 10 minutes away. I had her help me pick out a flogger, opting for a black leather one with little skulls on it. I also made sure to pick up an O-ring gag and a cock ring. Essentials for a good trip.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I instructed her to start using her vibrator on her pussy. Las Vegas was still hours away, we had a lot of time to tease her slut body.
My sluy is in insanely good shape. Better than me, unquestionably. She’s starting to get defined abs, and her tits and ass are immaculately sculpted. It is *very* distracting having her tits and pussy out in the passenger seat of my van, listening to her moan like a mindless whore. My van’s assisted driving was a must.
It was fully night by the time we started to skirt around the edge of the Mojave Desert, and a bit chilly. There wasn’t going to be a sunset fuck. My best bet was to get her to Vegas as quickly as possible to fuck her there, but even then I knew I couldn’t keep my hands off of her.
I picked a sideroad and drove down it for about a quarter mile. There was a truck parked and bedded down at the interstate intersection. If the driver was awake and paying attention, they might have been able to see what was happening. But they were also far enough away that I could get back in my van and drive away in case they tried to get too close.
“Take the plug out, then get out,” I said.
I opened my door and pulled out my paddle, then walked around to her side. She was moving slow. Maybe brat urges. Maybe a bit too much play with her vibrator. Maybe her near-naked body in the cold night air.
She started complaining about the cold, and I ignored her, instead bending her over and pushing her skirt up. I was giving her the gift of warmth, of the warm glow of a freshly spanked butt up against the seat of my van. She was ungrateful.
When I felt like her buttocks were the right shade of pink, I took a moment to grope and kiss her, to fully soak in what a perfect little fucktoy she was. And in her whore brain mindset, she started desperately trying to grab at my cock.
Since I’m a very kind person, I gave her what she wanted. I pushed her down to her knees and let her suck on me.
If you ever find yourself in the Mojave Desert on a clear night, pull over. Get a little bit away from the freeway, and turn your car’s lights off. Look up, and enjoy the sheer wonder of the cosmos, the peaceful air, and the splash of the Milky Way glowing down.
It is truly an awe-inspiring moment.
And if you find yourself in the Mojave Desert with a world-class cock-sucking slut, be sure to enjoy the view while also feeling her drool drip down your balls.
I soaked in the moment as long as I could, but the cold of the air mixed too well with my desire to properly fuck her in a hotel room. We needed to get back on the road. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and dragged her to her feet.
She kept stroking my cock.
I turned her around, guiding her back to her seat. She pushed her ass back against me, and I could feel how perfectly she lined up to me. The temptation was intoxicating.
I didn’t resist it.
I pushed her face down towards the seat, then had my cock inside of her ass. The plug was laughably smaller than my cock, but it had stretched her out just enough that I could fit. I should have gotten her some lube, and maybe taken it slow.
Maybe.
I didn’t care.
Right now, I was the center of the universe. She was my fucktoy. I could do whatever I wanted, and it didn’t matter if I hurt her.
I pulled her up by her hair, then wrapped my hand around her throat.
“You like this, don’t you, being a dirty little whore fucktoy on the side of the road?”
Her answers were mostly moans of agreement.
“They all know,” I said. “They know what a filthy slut you are.”
I was pushing hard against her, and starting to lose my balance. I set a hand against the frame of my van, feeling the cold metal.
It brought a wicked smile to my face.
With my cock up her ass and my hand on her throat, it was easy to move her a couple steps to the left. Then I just needed to lean forward, smashing her perfect body against the side of my van. I could only imagine what that felt like for her. The chill charging through her body, the pain of her red ass and skinned knees as I gave her nowhere to go.
All she could do was be a little fucktoy for me for as long as I wanted.
Eventually, it was my promise to give her a really, really big facial that made me stop fucking her ass before cumming. I wanted to do that at the hotel, so that she could get a good look at her cum-covered face. I gave her ass a couple more rough thrusts, and we got back on the road.
For the next hour, she kept having a bad habit of covering her tits with her arms, or slouching over when I pulled her hands down. To fix this, I used a collar to lock her neck to the back to the chair. I kept it loose so that it only lightly choked her, and it made it very easy for me to tug her arms down and expose her when I needed to.
Only when we pulled into the hotel did I finally let her cover her tits back up.
The room was perfect for my plans. It had a nice little dining area, a couch that looked directly at the bed, and a lot of space for humiliation. I stripped her naked, then took a moment to relax on the couch, walking over to it with her hair tightly gripped in my fist. She was smart enough to follow, dropping to her knees and sucking my cock.
I let the anticipation build a little more. I was in a nice hotel room with this cute little slut. Her dripping-wet cunt was the only fuckhole I hadn’t used yet, having waited a month for this. I could feel my balls twitching. I needed to fuck her. Now.
Again, her hair made for a perfect handle as I dragged her towards the bed. I purposely chose a pace that was too fast for crawling, but kept my hand low so that her head had to stay bowed down. She stumbled a little, giving me an excuse to slap her ass a little as I dragged her onto the bed.
I love foreplay. I love the work needed to get someone in the mood for mind-blowing sex. And in some ways, I had given her a month of foreplay before our first “real” fucking. In other ways, I didn’t care if it was pleasurable for her, I just wanted to fuck my little slut until I came.
It was about as rough as I could go without losing control of myself. I could feel those primal urges pushing me, wanting to hurt her. I gave her hair another pull, and my strokes were getting wild and ragged. I had no interested in trying to stretch out this first fuck. It was going to be fast and necessary. Once I let myself cum, I could think more. I could be more devious and patient. But I’ve been waiting to fuck this slut pussy for too long. I needed to cum NOW.
I pulled out, and started to guide her face. But it was too late, I was already starting to cum. Her face was a good 18 inches from my cock… and it didn’t matter. Ropes of jizz started painting her face, her neck, her tits and her belly. Some pooled up around her left eye. It was gorgeous.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/t3om19/the_real_road_trip_slut_part_1_mf_exhibitionism