(If you’d read this from me before, its been edited a bit)
TL:DR He gives her a slutty assignment while she’s on a day trip. Outdoors playing, voyeurism and almost getting caught doesn’t stop her )
“I want you to return to me a soaking wet, begging needy whore”
OK! not the response I expected from “Would you like me to bring you anything from my folks?” but my thighs went loose and my pussy was instantly wet.
“I’m going to a family dinner!” I protested.
You just grin wickedly at me and start to lay out your expectations as I slide out of a nightgown and start to choose clothes.
“One edge on the way, one there and one on the way back. It’s a two hour drive, you have plenty of time. Be somewhere that people can see you when they drive by.” He lectured.
You pull the bra and panties out of my selected clothing. I stare incredulously“You expect me to go to my Grandmothers with a skirt and no panties??”
“I want people to know you are a slut, to smell you and see those pretty pert nipples.”
You reach out to tweak one to emphasize your point. “Edge yourself once at the get together. If someone asks what you are doing, explain you are a slut and you can’t go that long with out playing with your pussy. Then offer them the use of your mouth. I want a picture of each edge, and whoever you let fuck your face. Do as I wish and I’ll fuck you speechless when you get home. Disappoint me, and I will have to punish you.”
By the time you finish, I am standing, stupefied, clothes still in hand. Its an idea that has me rubbing my thighs together in anticipation. You notice my shock and come over to run your hands over me. A brush of fingers over my pussy lips, a squeeze of my breast as you whisper “ You will make my day even better, knowing you’re suffering.” You slide my hand over your rock hard cock, just barely covered by your robe. “I want to see how big of a slut you are willing to be for me.”
At those words, my lust explodes behind my eyes. Instantly lust driven, I blindly drop to my knees, mouth open so you can shove your cock down my throat. You oblige me quickly. But I’m begging with frustration when you pull your cock free after just a few thrusts.
He looks at me knowingly.“Only good girls get cum. And only after their assignments are done.”
And he walks out, pulling the door behind him, leaving to let me get dressed, still kneeling, a dripping horny mess. Ten minutes later, I am on the road.
The first place is an easy choice, an overlook at the river. The semi drivers honk as they see my spread thighs and frantic fingers. One set of rednecks drove by a couple times. I am sure they were taking pictures the second time, but no one stopped. The attention brings me to the edge so much faster. Only the promise of punishment keeps me from pushing myself to orgasm. My breath shudders, muscles straining as I hold myself on the brink for as long as I can. I force myself to stop and lay my head back, gasping, hips pumping the brisk air. A stiff breeze would make me cum right now, I thought.. Gathering my wits and clothes about me, I snap a few quick photos of my dripping pussy and the panorama outside the window to send you. Then I pull back onto the road to finish the drive to my grandmother’s home.
I don’t even know how to function when I get there. It’s grand visiting and enjoying the food, seeing all those whom I love and have missed. But its overshadowed by desire. Moving seats is terrible, with the wetness on my thighs and screaming clit. Walking across the room, aware of the kiss of cool air on my bare soaked pussy. I’m obviously distracted. I even have a few people ask if I’m OK. I grin a little, “Just distracted, lots to get done”
Still I wrestle with the fact I have to edge myself in my grandmother’s house. I don’t want to disappoint you. But even with punishment as a motivation, it’s a big step out of being a lady and into my slutty life. The car is not an option. Someone will see me and my propriety does know a few boundariess.
As the party starts to wind down, I have to set my self consciousness aside. So I head to the bathroom. There’s no way to deny I’m a desperate slut as I kneel in the middle of my Grandmother’s rose bedecked bathroom. I have to immediately take a picture for you. The skirt sliding up over my legs as I expose myself, kneeling in the floor. My legs are shaking with the effort not to just finger fuck myself and accept the punishment.
Once that passes, I torment myself by just sliding my fingers between the folds of my pussy. Not quite an edge but so sweet, I start a video for you just before I plunge my fingers inside my hot walls. I’m quickly lost in the thrill as I add more fingers, joyfully fucking myself. I can’t touch my clit without disastrous results. Still, it’s been hours, the longest I’ve gone for this kind of teasing. Luckily I’m saved from an orgasm by knocking on the door. My aunt is making sure I’m alright. Apparently I was making some odd noises. I assure her I’m fine. Then a moment spent sending the photo and video, a quick cleanup and I emerge from the bathroom flushed and apologetic. The first suggestion that I look overheated and might need to go home and rest has me making my goodbyes. I am starting to smell like sex and really can’t focus on conversation much at this point anyway.
In fact, I am so focused on getting back home with the pulsing need between my legs that I pass most of the pull offs before I realize it. The only one left is the same one I stopped at this morning. I figure it’s going to be a fast stop. I catch myself squirming in my seat, rubbing against the fabric. I’m on the edge even before I pull off the road. I won’t be able to do more than the lightest touches without risking an orgasm. It’s not helped by the fact that I know you would love seeing me so frantic right now.
I’m holding the image of your cock responding to my predicament, when I have company. Mere moments after I slide my fingers along my labia, spreading them to the feel of the mountaintop breeze, a vehicle pulls in. The same pick up from earlier, only with one person in it. They pull slowly past me and I hope that it’s just sightseeing. I am still not sure I’m OK with oral sex on anyone but you. Even if it is authorized.
My fingers slow but don’t stop when a familiar face peeks in the window. One of the guys I knew from High school, dammit! I’m so close to my old stomping grounds, but I never suspected. Why couldn’t it be a stranger…?
He leans on the door frame of the car. The windows are down already due to the nice day. He grins happily at me. “Thought I recognized you earlier today. Couldn’t help but stop the second time. Wouldn’t you know, it’s always the quiet ones“
I just watch him warily, fingers lazily swirling around my clit. Just another affirmation of how big of a slut I am. Not a move to cover myself, my fingers never slow as he opens the door to the car and his grin shifts to something more serious. My eyebrows go up in question.
He chuckles” The wife would kill me if I touched you. But we saw you this morning and you’ve had me hot all day. So I’ll just take care of a little problem before I get home”
With that, he pulls a decently sized cock from his pants and starts stroking it. My little Mustang makes it so his cock is about level with my face. Unexpectedly, I catch myself licking my lips at the sight of him so firm in hand. I shift in my seat, to not only to give him a better view but to keep from automatically sliding my mouth over his cock. Apparently, your plan worked. I have reached desperate, needy whore status. I’m so focused on his cock that I can push my edge just a little further. My fingers start to fly on my clit, my other hand releases my shirt to begin molesting my breasts. He groans as my fingers roll a nipple to a hard peak.
“You are quite the little slut ain’t you?”He mutters
I look up at him with a flash of hedonistic grin before focusing on the show he’s giving me. I’m so close to orgasm, I’m writhing in the seat, moans, gasps falling from my lips.
“Lean forward” he demands. I comply just in time to catch the first blast across my lips.
With a series of grunts, he covers my face with cum. I’ve anchored my hands on my thighs, otherwise I will touch him or myself. The first splatter of cum makes my pussy clench and I close my eyes, fighting to keep from cumming. I lick his cum from my lips with a second grin. I’ll decide to leave the rest for you to see.
He puts everything back in place without meeting my eyes. Then he looks at me wonderingly, tossing a business card in my lap “Thanks for stopping. Let me know if you’re back over this way”
“ My pleasure” I whisper as he closes the door, returns to his truck and drives away.
I took another picture of my poor red pussy and sent it to you. Then I take several of my cum covered face, knowing you’ll love them. I am madly grinning as I pull back on the road towards home and a fantastic fucking.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tnwa6i/quite_the_trip_part_1