Inspired by Masturbation Monday
I watched as he shifted in his seat. I wore a bra, thigh highs, and heels underneath my trench coat. My nipples were hard and could be seen through the black lace. I’d gotten in the car all nice and horny and he knew it. It was obvious what my intentions were.
Now that we were on the highway, it was time to put my plan into action. Pinching my nipple, I lowered my hand and began stroking my clit. Sideways glances came from him as he tried to watch and steer.
“Pay attention.” I’d left it up to his interpretation about what exactly I meant.”
It didn’t take long before I’d gotten off without his help. One orgasm was never enough. I unzipped his fly and popped the buttons on his jeans. He was hard and the bulge in his pants didn’t even compare to his full potential. Freeing his erection, I lowered my head to taste the pre-cum gathering at the tip of his shaft. I sucked just the head not taking more into my mouth. I felt the car swerve and I looked up.
Putting the bulb back into my mouth, I stroked him with my hands. Pumping him slow and steady bored me. I wanted him on the edge and I had little patience today. The faster I pumped the louder his gasping became. I thought that I could even hear his heart racing as brought him up to speed. The car stopped and I looked up and around to see us on the side of the highway.
“You didn’t have permission to stop the car, boy.”
“I didn’t think it was safe to continue.”
“Who asked you to think?” I sat up and looked him in the eye.
He looked down at the floor and shook his head. “Nobody.”
“Exactly.” I got out of the car and into the back. “Lower your seat.”
He put the car in park and leaned the seat back until it was flat. I took off my coat, straddled his face and grabbed his hair. “Make me cum.”
He held on to my thighs and I rode his face while looking out the back window seeing everything but nothing. He was so good at this that I knew it wouldn’t take long. My boy had to be starving because he was breaking records with how quickly he was getting me off. He was sucking and… I grabbed the handle above the door and my entire body seized. My eyes crossed and my vision blurred yet still he continued. I let go of his hair to pinch my nipple and that throbbing ache consumed me once again. I lifted from his mouth and he chased me.
“No.” But he continued. I smacked his face and his dick bobbed in response. “No.”
Not caring about the trench coat, I got out of the car and into the front. It was growing dark and I didn’t really care who got a good look. I gripped his shaft tightly and slapped his face again.
“Someone doesn’t understand “no”.”
I raised my eyebrow pondering his logic. “You don’t or you chose to ignore it.”
Defeated, he lowered his head back down to the leather seat. I caressed his shaft tenderly getting a good feel of every inch of him. Tip to base, bottom to top. He was close, very close and I took him stroke by stroke to the brink.
“May I cum?” He breathed.
I gripped him tighter and continued stroking.
“May I cum?” He begged.
I leaned down and sucked him into my mouth and then released him. “No.”
“Shit!” He gripped the door and I heard the leather groan in response.
I lowered my hand to my dripping cunt and stroked my clit in time to his panting pleas.
“Madame, I… please?!”
I squeezed my thighs getting off on controlling his orgasm. That kind of power was intoxicating.
“I’ll do anything… please?!”
“Anything?” I panted.
“Yes, Madame. Anything.”
He sat up and pulled me into his arms kissing me roughly. All of his pent up desire and aggression poured into that sole kiss. In his arms, I succumbed to the orgasm threatening.
He broke the kiss barely able to hold back his own orgasm. “Madame?”
I shook my head while still trying to catch my bearings. “No.”
He kissed along my neck until I calmed. I put my arms around his neck loving the feel of his mouth on my body. He was mine and I loved it. He kissed me again this time tenderly and I purred.
“Be a good boy and get us home safely. I’m exhausted.” I confessed.
“Yes, Madame.” He kissed me once more and then I climbed into my seat while he lifted his back into place, erection exposed.
During the drive, I stroked him slowly while we talked about our day. He was nice and hard the whole time. Once we were home, I climbed into bed and he massaged my feet until I passed out. I awakened to the dip in the bed as he climbed behind me. I felt the strength of his arousal as I allowed him inside. He thrust inside me until I released once more. Still, he remained hard, inside, and with his arms around me. There would be no release for him. This he knew.
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