I love M’s car. It’s big, dark on the inside with tinted windows. The seats dip down so I feel like i’m peering out, making me feel even smaller, sheltered from view. It smells of leather, it smells expensive. And when I slip inside M’s car this time, beside him, he instructs me to lay back, out of sight. He already has the seat back reclined. He already has his hands on me, feeling my slim legs tense with anticipation under my tights.
Of course I lay back with a sigh. He leans in for a kiss and his lips are warm and thick against my mouth, kissing me hard. I moan and suck on his lips, kiss his neck, nibble and suck on his ears. He made me promise I wouldn’t play with myself these last couple of days before I could see him, and the wait has been driving me crazy. I’ve been touching myself constantly for the last two days, rubbing myself through my clothes, my wrists “accidentally” grazing my swollen breasts, making me gasp a little… Wondering how far I have to go for it to count as *onani*, wondering how much I can play with myself and still be a good girl.
I’ve been wondering so much and trying so hard to be good, but I know at the same time I want the spanking too. I want to be good, I want the spanking, I want all of it. I start to squirm next to him as M starts the car, taking us to a hotel so he can take care of me.
He’s driving but he can’t stop touching me. HIs hands stroke up and down my calves, under my skirt, between my legs. I’m wearing a skirt again today so I can feel him play with my pussy through my tights. I’m rubbing myself too and through layers of clothing I can feel my pussy start to ache. I imagine my swollen lips opening like a juicy flower, growing stickier and wetter. There’s a dull ache deep inside my stomach, and I can’t stop wiggling, trying to do something with this huge need. I am unbelievably conscious of the seam in my tights, the tightness of my panties, my tender nipples rubbing against my silk camisole.
“Fox, show me, show my your panties” M says, chuckling, pulling me around so my ass is facing him, trying to pull down my black tights. My pretty panties have been the topic of many late night texts, and much anticipation, for him and for me. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to show M this time. That’s half the fun I think, thinking about what panties I want to be fucked in, putting everything on, imaging him taking it off.
I look around furtively – “Someone is going to see us!” I say it, blushing, of course, but secretly I think I want someone to see me, maybe. “Fox, show me, just a little” and with that I pull down my tights just enough to show him my lacy gray thong. M likes my ass, so today I chose a gray thong, a little frill over the top, with little black bows and a silky greenish blue embroidered camisole the color of the ocean.
M keeps playing with me next to him and it’s getting hard for me to think. You can feel my swollen clit through my tights now, and my lips are puffy and defined through the opaque black nylon. M rubs his fingers across my clit and lips, faster and faster and I think I could almost cum like that. I moan and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from pulling down my tights and shoving M’s fingers into my slippery hole.
Finally we pull into the hotel. I stumble into the room and drunk with desire and melt into M, rubbing myself against him, desperate to feel his hands on me. ‘Take off your clothes, Fox’ he says, stepping back to watch me undress. I’m eager to show him my lingerie – I want to be petted and admired, I want him to play with me and then treat me like the slut I secretly am. And M likes to watch. He wants to watch me play with myself, wants to watch my *onani*, wants to set me on the bed and watch me finger myself until I cum for him.
M rubs his hands over my smooth, slim body, admiring my pretty things. He strokes my thick wavy hair and pulls me closer so I can kiss him. I kneel in front of him, hungry for his dick outlined through his pants in front of me. I rub my tits against him, rub my nipples against his hard cock, loving the feeling of petting through clothes. I’m so hungry for him, for everything.
Suddenly his work phone rings. M is an important man, and if we meet on a weekday he is bound to get phone calls. It’s unavoidable, it’s necessary, and it’s a chance to show him what a good girl I can be.
Still on the bed I turn around on my hands and knees, and spread my long legs wide for him. I lay my head down on the bed, my ass high in the air, my wet pussy and tight asshole covered by a thin strip of gray lace, all on perfect display. I want to watch too, and I turn my head around to catch a glimpse of M on the phone staring at my pussy spread out in front of him. I reach around, push my panties to one side and rub my fingertips all over my tight, wet slit. My clitoris is huge and hard and swollen, and I gently gather some of my syrupy juices and draw little circles around my throbbing clit. I can hear M in the background, trying to keep his voice modulated while watching me pleasure myself.
I slip the very tip of my middle finger in my pussy hole, delighting in how taut and and slippery it feels. M sees and steps over. Still talking on the phone, he grabs my hand and forces my fingers deeper in. He makes me slip in another finger, his hand over mine, moving my fingers in and out slowly. I reach around with my other hand to play with my clit and lips, whimpering quietly in a pillow so I don’t disturb his phone call. I finally hear M hoarsely finish his call and he tosses the phone on the table.
‘Get your toy Fox’. M made me bring my toy today. He knows how much I like to play with myself; he wants to hear all about it. He wants to watch. I pull out my black wand vibrator and turn it on. The buzz creates a pavlovian response – I hear my vibe and my pussy gets wet. I let the fat head of the vibrator play against my clit and up and down my slit. I want to cum so bad. I’ve been such a good girl, I waited, and now I want to cum all over M’s hand, all over his face, all over his dick.
M slips the fingers of one hand in my velvety pussy, stroking deep, looking for my G-spot. I feel the thrum of the vibe against my clit and concentrate on cumming hard for daddy. Then I feel M slip a finger deep in my asshole too. I let him. It hurts a little at first but then it feels good too. Deep inside me i can feel his fingers working in and out of my pussy, the finger in my ass stretching me even tighter. I think M wants to train my ass so he can play with it more, and I let him because he’s gentle when he needs to be, and he knows what I need.
I can feel the electricity building in my legs, and I close my eyes, trying so hard to cum. Juices start to dribble out between M’s fingers, and a wet spot starts to form on the bed. M spreads my legs a little wider so he can watch my pretty pussy cum for him. He shoves his fingers in deeper and suddenly my juices gush out. My orgasm overcomes me and I whimper and shake in a pile on the bed. I feel M’s finger slowly pull out of my tight ass and he gathers me for a tender kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eg4no8/toyota_fj_cruiser