Master held my hand as he walked me to the car and opened the door for me. Hey can be a real gentleman like that, you know, opening doors, holding hands, forcing me to keep a buttplug in my ass on the long drive into the city. My legs trembled at the orgasm he had just given me, and my ass was still hot and red. I had to bite back a yelp as he smacked it softly, helping me into the car. I sank down into the seat, uncomfortably, and he got into the driver’s side, put her into reverse, and started for the sex club.
With every bump and bounce, I felt the plug digging into me, hurting…but, to my surprise, also making me wet. I stared out the window, silent, by my face must have given me away, because my master beamed at me.
“How are you doing over there, love?”
“Goooooood…”
“How’s that pussy for me. Is it nice and wet again yet?” He kept one hand on the steering wheel, but his other hand rubbed my thigh.
“Yes, I am, Sir.”
My jeans felt tighter and tighter as he purposely (I’m sure) drove the long way to the highway, so we’d have to go over the speed bumps by the park. I moaned as he hit each one before signaling to turn onto the interstate.
“Mmm, I love it when you’re wet, Rori. I want to feel it.”
I paused. My jeans were way to tight for his hand to slip down them. “Sir?”
“Take off your pants. Throw them in the backseat.”
I swallowed, hard. Sure, it was night. But a higher truck next to us…they still might see me sans pants if they looked down…
“Take off your shirt too. I want you totally naked. Throw everything in the backseat.” He sensed my hesitation. “Do it now, pet. Don’t keep me waiting.”
I wiggled out of my pants first, biding my time so that I could take off my shirt when the car beside us had pulled ahead. He chuckled softly and sped up a bit. “Take off your top, Rori.”
I threw my shirt into the backseat with my jeans and unclasped the bra. As soon as it was off, he reached over and pinched my nipple, hard. I squealed and a tear came to my eye. ”
“Next time don’t keep my waiting.”
“Yes, Master.” The buttplug wiggled in my ass as we drove, and I squirmed uncomfortably, cold and nervous that a passing car would notice my bare chest. My nipples stood erect in the soft glow of the street lights. He placed his strong hand back on my silky white thigh and caressed it gently, as we drove.
This touch moved closer and closer to my pussy, and he instructed my to lean the seat back. I did, which put even more pressure on the plug in my ass, and I moaned softly as his fingers found my lips and confirmed that I was, in fact, dripping wet. He pulled his hand back and drove with both on the wheel again.
“Masturbate.”
His command took me by surprised. With my master, it is usually about denying pleasure, about making me beg. I reached down and another moan escaped my lips as I began to rub my clit. It felt good, the plug filling my ass, my bare cheeks against the seat, the cool night air caressing my nipples. I looked nervously at the car next to us.
“Forget about them, pet. Close your eyes.”
I did, I closed my eyes and began to rub, my back arching as I swirled around my clit and my toes curling under as I slipped a finger in my pussy. My master drove on, and I began to pant, already wanting…needing to cum.
“Please, can I cum, Master?”
“No. you just keep rubbing your pussy.”
I bit my lip, hard, and continued to finger my cunt, my eyes still closed. I felt my Master pinch my nipple again, and I cried out. He pinched harder and I moaned.
“Stop masturbating. Play with your tits.”
I pulled my fingers out, sticky with my juices, and rubbed my nipples. The wetness felt cool against them, and began to grind in the seat on the buttplug as I pinched and played with my breasts.
“Grind harder, pet. Sit up work your ass.”
I obeyed, and he ordered me to start masturbating again. “Cum for me baby. Cum all over the seat.”
I came, screaming, my pussy thumping hard and my cum dripping down my ass as I leaned back again. I opened my eyes and, thankfully, there were no cars beside us. At least, not anymore. Although, I suppose they would have stayed near for the show, had they noticed. I breathed heavily, exhausted, and my ass screamed for me to remove the plug, which was still filling it, now even more intensely.
Master put on the turn signal and exited the highway. I looked at him, confused.
“This isn’t the street the club is on.”
“I know. Quiet.”
He pulled into a brightly, lit parking lot and I felt my nakedness. I slouched in my seat and he laughed at me. We pulled into a spot, near the door of Wal-Mart, and I felt like every passerby was trying not to stare.
“Be right back.”
He reached into the back seat, grabbed my clothing, and got out of the car. I watched in horror as he put them in the trunk and walked into the store, leaving me exposed in the bright lights. I slouched down farther, and my phone buzzed with an incoming text message.
Sit up straight, love. And close your eyes. When I get back there, you better be sitting up straight with your eyes closed.
I swallowed hard again for the second time that night…and mustering all my courage, sat up straight and closed my eyes.
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