Thursday Night: A Driving Adventure
"Relax, Patrice," I tell her, using her office rival's name as her tongue plays with my penis. "We still have a ways to go to get to the next spot."
She starts to raise her head to respond, maybe to acknowledge the order or question our destination, but I stop her with one hand on the back of her head while I hold the steering wheel with the other. "Focus on my cock, baby. No need to think." Once her head goes down again, I nudge and slap her arms and legs until she repositions herself so that her bare behind is visible through the window. I run my fingers over her naked skin and up to the black leather collar around her neck that she tightened before we left the parking garage. I grip the strap and she gags slightly as the tip of my penis touches the back of her tongue.
I release her head so she can breathe and she rests it on my thigh with her eyes closed. "Where are we?" she asks between gasps. I hit her cheek sharply. "You didn't need to think before, Patrice. Just obey." She responds with a groan, "Sir!"
I pull her head closer and shove my dick into her mouth. I use my grip on the collar to control the pumping speed of her head. The sound of her muffled gagging noise fills the car. I allow her to breathe for a moment before my hand reaches out to find a dimly lit street with fewer cars. I pull over and she raises her head. "We're here?" she asks.
I grab her collar again and press her face against my penis. "You don't pay attention to where we are. You're not in control here. You do as I tell you. You follow?"
A muffled "Yes, sir" and then I pull her head up and insert my dick into her mouth. With one hand I case my fingers on her leather collar as I adjust the speed of her head with the other. She slurps and licks for a while until I pull her back to breathe.
I re-adjust the position of her seat so she's half sitting up. Her eyes search the surroundings desperately. "Where are we?" she says. "Those men outside could be waiting for their turn with you, Patrice. You'd pleasure them despite their penises hanging out." I pull her head toward me forcefully and open the door. "And it wouldn't matter because you're mine for the weekend. No say in what you do. What have you done to make my lovely suffer, Patrice?"
She swallows and opens her eyes, trying to hide her gaze around the car. "I... I saw her Monday morning. I didn't hold the elevator for her. I smirked at her, gave her the finger." She cries out in pain when I slap her pink nipples, "Ouch, sir!"
I release her breast and hit her face this time, not pressing so her jaw remains unharmed. "You could have held the elevator, not disrespecting my lovely. Your first task is to gag on my dick until I cum, displaying your wet, dirty holes to the men outside the car." She starts to freak out, "Yes, sir."
"Now, tell me the first way you disobeyed me and offended my lovely this week."
Patrice continues to cry while I smooth out her breasts and pinch them agonizingly. "I saw her... I tried to hold the elevator but I didn't. I smirked at her as the doors closed and gave her the finger. I'm... I'm sorry, sir." I pinch her cheek this time, "That'll teach you to disrespect my lovely." I disregard her attempts to peek at the crowd of men threatening to demand her service.
I take away her breath by tightening my grip on her skin and ask, "What was the second thing you did?"
"I... I texted him about her," she says, her voice breaking. "I told him she felt and smelled dirty and slutty. He replied saying he'd make his slutry maid service her."
I let her breathe for a second before I smack her nipples again. "Your second task is to gag on your dildo and display your filth to those men outside the car. You're my pet for the weekend, by the way." And I pull her head up. I get a few socks out of the front seat pocket and she winces at the feel of my fingers in her hair. "I bought these for you. Wear them the entire weekend."
She seems excited to wear them and she puts them on. "Don't worry, Patrice. They'll not be nearly as disgusting as what you did to my lovely." I shove her head back toward my angry penis. "Show me what the men outside the car your filthy, ass bring you."
When I do this, I roughly rub the lubricant from your cheeks down into your butt crack, forcing a lubricated finger in and out of your anus repeatedly, causing you to moan in pleasure. I then wipe my hands and fingers off on your back and through your hair with a grimace of disgust. Next, I flip the switch on the jeweled plug and the loud buzzing fills the car, almost drowning out your gasp of excitement. Soon, the plug is securely in your anus with minimal fuss from you. From the side pocket, I bring out a small pink vibrator with a large head. "Take this and put it on that dirty little clitoris of yours until I say otherwise," I instruct, and you gasp and manage to barely utter "yes, sir" before I push the vibrator into your hand and you twist awkwardly to apply it, making your body jerk as soon as it comes into contact.
"Keep your ass up so everyone can see what a naughty little punishment slut you are, Patrice," I command, grabbing your collar and dragging my dick back into your mouth. You take no persuasion this time and start bobbing up and down enthusiastically, occasionally pausing when a shudder rolls through your body when the rhythms from the two vibrating toys coincide. I wipe my hands on a rag, give your back and backside a half-hearted wipe, and then throw it in the back with your purse and shoes.
"You're a rude little wench, aren't you?" I inquire, but you only moan and I'm not even certain you're hearing me now. A hard smack on your ass results in a muffled yelp, but you don't stop oral until I've finished. I start smacking you in earnest, alternating between hard, stinging blows, massaging, light rubbing of tender areas, and lighter, teasing smacks. You begin to squirm and I know you're approaching your peak. I growl "Give them a show, Patrice, they're ready for their turns with you," and as you let loose, I push your head down forcefully onto my dick with both hands, leaving you bobbing up and down with wet, sloppy noises of pleasure and pain.
You fight, gagging, but I push your hand away until I'm finished, then pull you up by the hair and push you over into your seat. You're coughing, covered in cum, drool, snot, and tears, making quite a mess of your face and breasts. Between coughs, you're whimpering, and your body is still shaking with aftershocks - you still have the vibrator pressed hard against your clitoris, and you're gasping and sobbing and making pleading sounds with your throat, your hand grasping my arm and your eyes pleading.
"Come," I command, and your body shakes violently again. Your legs tremble uselessly, and you let out a fierce, animalistic wail as I forcibly remove the vibrator from your hand and turn it off. The scent of wet pussy and cum fills the car, and it takes a while before your eyes finally open, your face a muzzy smile turning to terror as you see the figure of a young man next to the passenger side window, his phone in one hand, the other inside his pants.
"Oh my god, what..." You stammer, trembling, covering yourself with your hands, and trying not to shrink into me, but I firmly pull your chin up.
"Patrice," I whisper, "No one in a million years would recognize you in this filthy, messy state. You're a disheveled wreck, exactly as you deserve for your rudeness to my friend at the elevator. Now turn around and smile at the young man." I gently raise your hands from your breasts and pussy, then place them at your sides, then grasp your shoulders and turn you so that you're facing him, your body trembling under my touch. I turn on the interior light, and you flinch, but then your back straightens as you see the young man masturbating even more vigorously outside the car window.
"Roll the window down, Patrice," I suggest, and I nudge your shoulder slightly, as you appear dazed. Slowly, you reach over and press the button, allowing in the night air, and the clear sounds of clothes rustling as the stranger beats himself off, still filming you.
"That was incredible!" he exclaims quietly, and behind him, a second man chuckles hoarsely, "Man, dude, you've got that girl properly trained. Do you want to share that piece of ass, or what?"
You tremble slightly, your hand instinctively returning to your wet pussy, as you keep an eye on the guy massaging his hard-on beneath his slackened trousers. I shove you further toward the window, asking, "How about if I let you shoot your load on her tits tonight? Is that what you gentlemen want?" They both laugh, whether at the proposition or the word "gentlemen" - either way, it's hard to say. The younger guy - at most twenty - is quickly unbuckling his belt one-handed, the other still holding the camera up, and you eagerly slide forward as he frees his decent-sized cock and starts working it faster and faster, aiming straight at you. When we review the footage later, you can be seen licking your lips and salivating, ultimately causing him to grunt, "Oh fuck! Just like that, baby!"
"Show him your tits, Patrice, you filthy cumdump," I order, and you do so, your eyes glazed over as you lift your breasts, pressing them together, leaning out of the car's window a little.
"Please, sir," you plead, and the next thing you know, he's spraying rope after rope onto your breasts, and you moan softly and rub it across your skin and up your chest.
The first man promptly tucks his cock away while still filming, while the second man shoves his pants and boxers down enough to expose his thick, hairy penis and balls. He's a few years older than the first one, with a more muscular build, and he's fixated on your eyes. The first man is adjusting himself back into position.
"No touching?" The second man questions, and I voice my answer emphatically from behind you, "Not tonight, no." He concedes and continues rubbing. I lean closer to you and tell you softly in your ear, "Give him a show, Patrice, or I'll let these men do some very dirty things to you tonight." The plug is still buzzing inside you, and you've inadvertently been shifting around on the seat with it, but when I stroke the pink vibrator against your clit, you scream out in pleasure, squeezing your tits and roughly pinching your nipples. The second man ejaculates loudly, spattering his sperm onto your lips, neck, chest, and hands, which are still grasping your nipples.
"Jesus, that was incredible," the first one exclaims, and then he's being moved aside by the second man, who's still naked, his cock and balls swinging freely.
"Will you two be around tomorrow night?" I ask, snatching a business card from the dashboard and offering it out the window. He hesitates, then reaches out a hand to grab the card, then another to shake hands with me.
"Maybe. Why?" He queries, eyeing your vulnerable, disheveled form sprawled across the seat, enveloped by my arm.
"We'll be back tomorrow night around, I don't know, let's say 10. I'll bring something bigger," I wink at the first guy, who's pressed against the window now, as you mumble in protest. "Feel free to bring along some friends."
He nods a few times, then reaches out to seize the card and shakes my hand, then leaves with his friend. I help you recline into your seat, pulling the seatbelt over your naked, wet breasts and lap, and buckle it. I switch on the dome light, check for any passing vehicles, and pull out onto the road, closing the window as we go.
I glance at you, dazed and grinning, your smeared makeup and limp body illuminated by the streetlights, slumped against me. When you catch me looking, you laugh. "Patrice is definitely going to get what she deserves this weekend, isn't she? That double-crossing, nasty bitch deserves everything she gets." You begin to slouch further in the seat, the golden beam of the streetlights illuminating your slumped, exhausted shape. "Thank you, sir," you murmur faintly. "I needed this."
"You'd better find your second wind soon, Patrice," I warn teasingly. "You have a long night ahead of you."
You merely sigh contentedly in response.