23 comments/ 64114 views/ 3 favorites I Followed You There... By: DavidWoodside I followed you there, to the bar down near the strip mall. I knew you'd be there. I quietly sat at a table in the dark, careful not to do anything to catch your eye or distract you from your "quest." I knew what you were after – your body betrayed your intentions with every word and every action you took to get out the door before you left home. Your sweater was just a little too tight – you flaunt your tits at every opportunity; you relish the leers from the men where you volunteer, the stares from the hapless men in line at the supermarket turn you on, and the once-overs (and sometimes twice-overs) from the men you talk to make you wet. I know because I've sampled that wetness on occasion when I've come home and you are eager for some action. I admit it, I love those days. Your taste is exquisite, a sampling of the finest wine... but I digress. Your short black skirt was begging to be scrunched up to provide everyone a view of your smooth, rainbow striped panties. When you leaned against the bar, the garters holding your stockings up showed, posing the question of whether or not you even had panties on. From where I sat, I watched as heads turned when you leaned over to get your drink (which the bartended had conveniently placed just out of reach). As you sipped your beverage, I watched your eyes and your body language as I tried to discover who your intended target of the night would be. The older gentleman with graying hair and a decidedly Sean Connery-esque appeal? Or the middle-aged business man who just seemed to be trying to get away from his sexless shrew of a wife for a night? But, no, your taste generally ran towards the younger, leaner, hungrier men (boys?) who came to the bar looking for some easy action. Because the bar was so close to post, they were almost assuredly military men, which meant they were in decent shape and their testosterone levels were high – they exuded sex, and you liked to lick it off of them. Luckily for you, you didn't even have to really work at it. They flocked to you – your presence, your confidence, your poise, and your body drew them to you like bees to honey. Your honey is irresistible, and I almost feel bad for them – they really don't have much of a chance once you set your sights. The little smirk you get when you choose your target is always a dead giveaway and when I saw what you were after, I couldn't help but chuckle a little to myself. Tonight you weren't just going for the quick, easy fuck; you had something more devious in mind. Your entrée may have been a small chicken salad, but for desert you wanted one who was already taken. I watched as you assessed him. He wasn't married. That was obvious by the lack of ring and by the way he and the girl he was with subtly argued and bickered back and forth. It was clear that she was pissed at him, and he was trying to be defiant and manly, but it was obvious that he would cave in and grovel soon enough. He was tall and lanky, but still meaty enough for a good ride – he wasn't skin and bones. I watched you watch him when he stood up and made his way across the bar, taking the long walk towards the restroom. I was always fascinated with how quickly you were able to get what you wanted when you wanted it. Men, women, boys and girls, you held power over them all. Sometimes you would take one of each, and they never denied you. I envy the power of your raw sex that makes them weak-kneed in your presence. When the bathroom door opened, signaling his imminent return, I watched you make your move. As cunning as a fox, you stepped backwards and into his direct path back to his table - and his girlfriend. When he got close, all it took was your standing up in his eye-line to stop him in his tracks. I watched as you held your tongue until he finished his once- (and then twice-) over as he looked you up and down, taking in your long, trim legs that playfully disappeared up your tight black skirt, promising untold and mysterious pleasures at their crux. His eyes roamed over your hourglass body, taking in the curve of your hips and then faltering for a moment as they were drawn to rest on your ample bosom, your cleavage creamy and smooth under the dim bar lighting. I don't know what you so softly said to him in that brief second, but whatever it was, he was diverted from the path back to his girlfriend and towards the bar where I watched him hail the bartender. I almost felt bad for the poor boy, his night was on the path to both bliss and sorrow, all at the same time. It was surely a night he would remember. As you worked your magic on him, I turned my attention back to the girlfriend your prey had so easily been distracted from. She was young as well and trim. She didn't have a clear line of sight to the bathroom from her table, and it was obvious that she was becoming impatient with how long her boyfriend was taking in returning. Her legs were crossed and she tapped her fingers on the table when she wasn't sipping her drink. The whole of her body language said, "Stay the fuck away from me." She glared daggers around the room at no one in particular and the incessant tapping of her nails on her glass was audible even from across the room and over the din of the other patrons. You had fully captured the attention of your prey and were sending all the signs he wanted to see. The short brush of his shoulder, "to dust something off;" leaning in close when he talked because it was loud; moving close to whisper in his ear, ostensibly because you didn't want to talk loud, but really so he could feel your warm breath in his ear and against his neck; the cute giggles, the eye contact and the sultry smiles – you had them all going and it was only a matter of time before he collapsed and you "gave into him" and let him take you home. I waited until I was sure you had your new toy firmly in your grasp before deciding how to approach her. Once his hand was on your back (and I knew that inside he was dying to just let it slide down and caress your ass), I decided it was time. I picked up my drink and walked to her table. On the way, I chanced a glance your direction and watched him escort you towards the exit. You flipped your hair back and looked around quickly – I thought I caught a sly glint in your eye and there was no mistaking your victorious smile – but was it directed at me? Did you see me? Or was it just happenstance that I caught those looks? No matter. The gears were in motion and the night was still young. I sat down at her table and began to make small talk. Could I buy her a drink? Was she here alone? I asked if she was ok, mentioning that she looked a little distressed or angry, I couldn't tell which. She was quick to tell me she was here with her fiancé who had gone to the restroom and would be back any second. I continued to make polite chit-chat (ostensibly until her fiancé returned), and when he hadn't come back after another minute or so, I volunteered to "go check on him" and see if he was ok. She said, ok sure, and I walked slowly back to the bathroom where I relieved myself and came back out. When I returned to her table, I asked her what her fiancé was wearing, but told her I hadn't seen anyone in the bathroom. At that revelation, her face took on a surprised, angry posture and she stood up quickly and went to the bar. I followed her there, in order to appear surprised and concerned about his disappearance, but was just waiting for the inevitable. She asked the bartender about her fiancé and described what he was wearing. The look on her face when the bartender immediately said, "Yeah! I remember that guy, he left just a few minutes ago! Good tipper!", and then the look of recognition dawned on his face when he realized what happened AFTER that tip. "Anyway, yeah, I saw him, he just walked out about five or ten minutes ago." She wasn't done with the questions – "Where did he go? Why did he leave? Did he say anything before he left? Was he sick?" – and when the answers were not forthcoming, her face turned flush and the ice in her voice chilled the air, "Was he alone?" The question hung in the air before the bartender softly shook his head, "No." As she stormed out, I followed, asking if she was ok – feigning concern, interest and surprise – and when we made it outside into the brisk night air, I watched with quiet amusement as she looked around, thinking he would just be standing around. The sidewalk was empty. There was a nip in the air and she was shivering. When she pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open, the tension in the air was palpable. I watched her hit the speed dial and hold the phone up to her ear - I heard the ring, ring - ring, ring before a man's voice picked up. "Hello?" "Don't you "hello" me, asshole! Where the fuck are you?" The venom in her voice was clear and the icy tone seemed to chill the air even further. "Ummmm, who is this?" he asked, his discomfort came through the phone, loud and clear. In the background, I could hear the rush of air, the radio playing, and - maybe, just maybe - I heard a soft giggle that I recognized. "Don't fuck with me, Jeremy, you know exactly who this is! Where are you? You can't just walk out of the bar with some slut..." I continued to listen as Jeremy got his ass handed to him while he stammered, looking for words, but she clearly left him speechless. Then, unexpectedly, she suddenly stopped talking. From the phone, I heard your voice and smiled. "Just give me that phone, Jeremy, you don't need her talking to you like that... yeah, I got it, I'll just turn it off..." ... BEEP .... and I expected the phone to go dead, instead it kept on transmitting ... "Yeah, there we go, no more of THAT!" ... your voice was further away, but the wind-noise was nearly gone ... "That's it, just sit back and relax. Oh, what's this? That feels so good, is that for ME? No, no... no talking, just sit back and enjoy the ride. Mmm, it seems to be getting bigger... you don't mind do you? There we go, pesky button..." The sound of a zipper was barely audible, but very recognizable. "Ah! There it is, very nice, and so big! Yeah, I like that, that's going to be gooood... Does that feel good? ..". His moan seemed to be positive and seemed to keep going... "Yeah, there it is. Its so hot, and so very big. Is that all for me? Oh, yes... I can't wait for it..." On my end of the phone, the conversation had gotten me all warmed up, but the look on her face was utter-shock, but she couldn't seem to hang the phone up. Finally, the sounds coming from the phone got quiet except for the moans and unmistakable sounds of sloppy kissing. Shortly after, a whisper, "Oh that's nice... let's take this inside..." followed by the sound of two car doors opening and closing, some giggles and indecipherable talking before silence on the line. Slowly, she closed the phone and looked at it, almost uncomprehendingly. Sensing a moment of weakness, I put my arm around her and turned her back towards the bar, back inside where it was warm and she could recover. Inside, I guided her back to her table and bought her another drink. She started in with what sounded like her life story about bad boyfriends, bad parents, blah blah blah. I just sat and listened – and kept the drinks coming. At some point, she was crying and I reached out and touched her hand - she seemed comforted by the touch. I knew I had her, she would be putty. A few drinks later she had had enough, or was done with her stories - I'm not sure which. I paid the tab and walked her to the door, Once outside, I walked her to her car. She was very clearly not safe to drive, and when she took her keys out of her pocket, I easily took them from her, shaking my head "no." I took her around the passenger side of her little car and let her in. Then I let myself into the driver's seat and fired up her little junker. I made sure to roll the windows down to help sober her up a little - I didn't want her completely unconscious. She didn't seem to care much where we were going, and I was glad our destination wasn't far away. While we drove, I put my hand on her knee and slowly stroked her leg back and forth, moving further up her leg with each rotation. When I reached the hem of her skirt, I gently pushed it up further with each pass. She seemed be enjoying the attention and as we approached our destination, she began to gently squeeze her tit and circled her nipple with her palm, rolling it in her fingers. By the time we pulled into the driveway, she had one tit out of her top, squeezing it and my fingers were stroking her bare pussy through her cotton panties. The dampness of her panties was evidence of her desire, and my own evidence was perking up as well. I stopped the car behind your cute Wrangler, killed the engine and leaned over to engage in a deep kiss with my victim - whose name I still didn't know (or care about). I pulled her close, our bodies pressing together over the stick, her tits pressed against my chest. I let my hands wander over her body, and hers wandered over mine. I reached my hand up into her hair, grabbed deeply into it and forcefully yanked her head back while I leaned in and kissed her neck, enticing a moan from her lips. After a few seconds of passionate kissing, I broke off the session and quickly opened my door - leaving her wet and wanting more. Her door flew open and slammed shut. The noise was almost deafening in the silence of the neighborhood. She hurried up to the front door and waited while I came up and turned the knob, entered inside the house and quietly shut the door behind us. I knew she was already pretty liquored up, but I also knew she would have to be to take what she had coming to her. In the kitchen, we continued what we started in the car and in between the gropes, moans and grinds, I managed to pour up another two shots of the hard stuff for her. By now, she was all smiles and giggles and was oozing desire. In her mind, I knew she was thinking about how much she would be getting even with her cheating boyfriend. She had no idea how "even" she would be getting - and very soon. I grabbed her by her arms, pinning them to her sides and turned her around, pushing her over the kitchen breakfast bar and pushed up hard against her ass. With one hand, I pressed her down into the cold granite counter top and with the other I slapped her ass - hard. When she first yelped, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Shhhhh, no noises," and then smacked her ass with force. She whimpered quietly, but didn't yelp again. I raised her skirt up, pushing it up her back, exposing her lace-frilled black panties. Reaching up between her legs, it was impossible to not notice how wet she was. I slapped her pussy through her panties a few time in rapid succession. Her moans were growing louder and I knew it was almost time... almost. I pressed her harder into the counter top and slid her panties to the side, exposing her shaved pussy to my probing finger. I slipped two fingers deep inside her and made sure to brush her clit with another. As I fucked my fingers in and out of her wet, tight pussy, I whispered some of the torturous pleasures that awaited her. When her knees first buckled and I had to hold her tighter against the table to keep her from collapsing to the floor, I knew it was time. Without warning, I withdrew my fingers from her sopping pink pussy (eliciting another moan - this one of desperation) and stuck them in her mouth, making her clear her juices off of me. I replaced her panties and her skirt, smoothing it back down in place. I reached up into her hair and grabbed tightly, pulling her head back. While still holding her in place with my body, my hard cock straining against my jeans and rubbing against her ass through our clothes, I slipped a cloth from my pocket and tied it around her head, covering her eyes. I picked her up off the table back to a standing position and turned her around, facing me. She started to say something, "What's with the blindf..." I didn't let her finish. The hard slap to her face was clearly stunning. I followed the slap with a hard kisses, thrusting my tongue between her lips, preventing any further questioning. When I pulled free, I strictly instructed her, "No talking." I took her by the hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom. The door was mostly closed, but was not latched. Silently, I pushed it open and led her inside. The room was dimly lit by a lone lamp on the nightstand. What I saw should have been surprising, but it was exactly what I had anticipated – even hoped for. There you were, laid out on the bed. Your skirt was pushed up above your hips, exposing your perfect pink pussy. Your luscious tits were freed of their confines and were been fondled and squeezed by two hands that weren't yours. I saw your face tense a bit as he pinched a nipple, but I think it was more pleasure than pain. You were laid on your back crosswise over the bed, your legs, bent at the knees, dangling off the side of the bed closest to me. On the opposite side of the bed stood the man who was groping your silken globes. He was blindfolded as well, and hadn't heard me walk in. Your hands were wrapped around his legs pulling him into you – literally. His cock was plunging deep into your mouth. You head was off the side of the bed and you were pulling him into you, his dick driving deep into your throat. His low moans gave away his obvious pleasure – a testament to your talent. I suspect you felt my presence in the room, watching you because I caught your glance up at me between strokes of his cock – you couldn't grin with your mouth stuff as it was, but I saw it in your eyes. You were perfect. You were exactly as I thought you would be, hoped you would - how we had planned you would be. I guided my girl over between your legs and turned her around, facing you, directly in front of you. With one hand over her mouth, I pushed her down to her knees. I unlooped a length of rope from the bedpost and securely fastened her hands behind her back. I took a firm hold of her hair with one hand and stifled her yelp with the other as I leaned her forward towards the bed. When her tits pressed against the bed, she was just about in the perfect position. I leaned down close to her head, gently parting her hair to get in close to her ear. I whispered, "Now, just open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and get to work." I pushed her head forward until her tongue first touched and then parted the lips of your pussy. She recoiled at first, but when I pushed her head forward more, burying her mouth and nose into you, she stopped resisting and I released the pressure on her head, allowing her to work in a more comfortable environment. When I let go of her hair, she didn't have much choice except to stay in the position she was in or to fall to the ground because of how she was leaned over – and probably because she was still mostly drunk. When your hips started to squirm and I could hear your moans around his dick, I knew she was doing her job. I slowly climbed up on the bed and just took you in for a moment. On one side, a stranger plowed his dick into your mouth, back and forth as you pulled him close and let him fall back and on the other, a bitch sucking and licking your pussy – and doing a decent job from the sound of it. I reached over and caressed your skin. Running my fingers over your tummy and across your body I drew circles and designs on you, raising goose bumps with my touch. When you looked over, I gave you a motion and you moved his hands from your breasts and placed them on his hips – where he kept them without question. I started massaging your tits myself, flicking a pink-eraser nipple with my finger before moving close and taking it deep in my mouth, running my tongue over and around it. When I nibbled it gently with my teeth, your back tensed and settled. I released your tender nipple from my teeth and squeezed it gently between my fingers. I squeezed it tighter and looser, alternating pressure points and rolling it between my fingers. While I squeezed and twisted one nipple, I took the other tit in my mouth and forced it deep by grabbing it low with my other hand. You flinched when I released the nipple from between my fingers and quickly slapped the tit from the side. The smacking sound was almost startling in the quiet room. The only sounds left after the smack stopped resonating was the slurp and smack of a cock being sucked and your cunt being licked. I Followed You There... You seemed to be enjoying the cock in your mouth, so I let you continue with that for a little while longer. I slid off the bed and walked behind the girl who is servicing you. Reaching down, I put one hand back in her hair, keeping her mouth firmly in your snatch and lift her body up with the other. Now she was standing up, bent over at the waist, and her face buried between your legs. I lifted her skirt up over her ass and gave it a little slap which pushed her tongue up against your clit and you squirmed more. I pulled her soaking panties to the side and slipped a finger into her warm, wet pussy while I watched you suck on his dick with her eating you out. My dick was straining to get free and so finally I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to floor. I guided my throbbing cock up to her wet hole and pushed past her lips, driving deep inside her. For a second, I just hold it there and feel her pussy throb and pulse around my cock as she bobbed up and around, sucking your pussy. Then I grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of her. When I did, her mouth and tongue are bumped and grinded against you differently, sending you into a near-orgasmic state. As I fucked her from behind, I saw you beginning to reach your edge – that point where you are close to cumming, but still not beyond the point of no return. Each time I slam myself into her I see you approach the edge and I know I have to change things up soon. I can't let her enjoy your cumming instead of me. After a few more hard slams into the bitch I reached down into her hair pulling her up and away from your quivering pussy. I guided her over to the bed, push her face down onto it and I give her round ass a few quick hard slaps and slide her blindfold down off her eyes – into her mouth, gagging her. I position myself against your thoroughly wet and willing cunt and guide myself into you. I can hear you gasp, even with a dick in your mouth. I see the bitch off to the side, her eyes are wide as she watches her fiancée fucking your mouth. She seems to be trying to yell, but her gag is doing its job. After just a few strokes into your pussy and against your clit, I feel you close to cumming. I tell you not to come, that it's not time and I see you strain to resist. But it is too much for you and your pussy walls spasm around my cock as I drive it home, pounding into you, thrusting deeply into you. I grab your hips and slam myself harder, deeper and faster into your quivering body. You push him away from you, back against the wall, his dick makes a barely audible pop as exits your mouth. As your orgasm overtakes you more with each deep thrust into your soaking pussy, one of your hands clenches the sheets and your other lands firmly on the ass of the bitch next to you – and you clench and kneed her flesh as your orgasm begins its long crest through your body. The heat of lust fills you and rages through your every pore. Each nerve individually cries out for release as your brain is flooded with ecstasy. Your cries to the heavens are primal and fierce, each one louder and more laced with profanity than the last. The girl on the bed next to you also screams in pain as your nails dig into her fleshy ass relentlessly. When the bliss has left your eyes and you seem to have regained your senses, I pull you up from the bed and put you on the floor, kneeling before me. "You have been a bad girl." "Yes, Master, I was a bad girl." "How were you a bad girl?" "I came without permission, Master. I tried to hold it in, but I lost control. I am sorry, Master." And you drop your eyes, indicating your remorse. Then you look up again. "Pet will be punished? "Yes, Pet will be punished for disobeying her Master. But not until later. First we will take care of these two." "Yes, Master, whatever you wish. I only wish to please you." "And you will, my Pet, you will please me, and you will be punished. Later." With that, I gently hold your chin up and lift you to your feet. I move close and touch our lips together, pressing my lips firmly into yours, savoring the soft sweetness I find there and then I grab your hair and pull you closer, pressing our lips together and then parting them, allowing our tongues to intertwine without our mouths. I love the feel of your tongue, dancing with mine. Eventually, we have to break our kiss and take care of our "guests." I gently push your hair back behind your ear and the warm breath of my whisper tickles you. You nod your understanding and crawl across the bed to where he is still standing, drunk or shocked, I don't know, but still just standing there. While you crawl across to him I reach down and pull the bitch up by a fistful of hair and sit her back in a corner, leaned against the wall. I open a drawer and pull out the little magic bullet vibrator and the duct tape. I rip off a strip of tape and stick the plastic vibe to it. Forcing her legs apart, I position the small cylinder against her clit and push the tape down against her skin, securing it firmly against her body. When I click the "on" button she immediately begins to squirm. The first setting is "pulse" and it is very obvious when it is on. With her dealt with, I turn my attention back to you and him. You have continued sucking on his dick and I climb up onto the bed behind you. You gasp slightly as I enter your pussy from behind. As I establish my rhythm, you adjust your strokes to get in sync. For awhile, I enjoy the feel of your tight pussy squeezing my hard cock. I push deep into you and pull almost all the way back out before plunging in again, filling your pussy. Then I slap your ass, leaving a red mark and grab a firm hold of your hips before pulling you back against my body, driving deeper into your body, faster and faster, thrusting heavily, our bodies slap together and his cock is rammed down your throat when I push you forward into him with the force of my thrusts. As I get close to cumming, I slow the rhythm down again before pulling you back towards me – his dick once again free of your pleasuring mouth. You reach up, grab his dick and pull him down onto the bed. He positions himself on the bed and you climb on top of him. His dick slides smoothly into your soaking pussy and you begin to ride him – up and down. You are sitting up and he reaches up and pull your hips down onto, pressing you onto his cock with each stroke. You lean back and enjoy the fucking while I move back to the bitch on the floor and click the button on the vibrator – changing from a pulse to a medium, but constant, buzzing. When I get back to the bed, I watch you ride his cock for a few moments before moving into position behind you. I reach around your body, running my calloused hands across your smooth, buttery skin before grabbing a tight hold on your tits and kneading them between my fingers. I pinch and twist your nipples as your bounce up and down, his cock sliding in and out, your wetness leaking and streaming down his dick. I release your tits and push you forward at the waist, flattening your body against his. You feel a slight bit of apprehension as you feel me line my hard cock against your tiny asshole. You know what's coming, but still you gasp and then clench your teeth as I press my cock smoothly into your ass – filling you beyond comprehension. Your mind swirls as your body is plugged – his cock in your pussy thrusting in and out as you ride him and mine in your ass, driving deeper inside with each thrust. You lose track of time as your body copes with the feelings of fullness and emptiness alternating between your pussy and ass relentless like the tide. Overwhelmed, you begin to moan and accept whatever comes to you. You are lost in a world of pain and pleasure that blocks out all other input – including the increasingly loud moans and thrashes of the girl in the corner; her squirming has increased and she's nearly wiggled herself into a lying position on the floor. I lean forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and again whisper into your ear. "Now. Now its time to come. Come now. Take it all and come on our cocks." "Yes, Master... " And you begin to moan louder and pick up your own rhythm of thrusts in time to our driving cocks, Soon you begin to shake and your fingers dig into the comforters as you begin to come. I feel your ass clenching tightly around my thrusting cock and your pussy squeezes him tightly. Your moans turn to whimpers and finally into a powerful scream of ecstasy as the wave washes over you, filling your from your pussy and ass and cresting in your chest. We keep thrusting as the secondary waves continue to crash in your body and your fingers are twitching and clawing with pleasure. I pull you backwards while I continue to push into your ass and you take his cock into your mouth and begin to suck in earnest. His face says he won't last long and I pick up the speed and depth of my thrusts, pulling you tightly against me, stretching your ass until you feel like you are being split in two. I drive my cock deep into you, increasing my tempo and pull your head up by your hair, pulling you further backwards, impaling you onto my dick. Finally, with a deep, hard thrust ... "Oh, Sarah, oh Sarah, fuck... yes..." You feel my dick grow impossibly large inside you before the explosion of warmth and wetness fills your ass. After the few spurts of cum are in you, I pull my dick out of your ass and you go back to work on him. Again I turn push the button on the bitch's vibrator and watch as her eyes grow large with the faster steady buzzing. Soon he is cumming in your mouth, coating your tongue with his gooey white fluid. But you don't swallow it, you know better. Instead you take all of it and walk over to me, in front of where the girl is lying on the floor. You kneel down beside her face and her eyes lock onto yours. With a flick of your wrist you slap her face, grinning from ear to ear. As you pull her gag out of her mouth, you push the little buzzing bullet harder against her already sensitive clit. Her eyes go wide and then roll up into her head as her orgasm overtakes her. When her lips part, you lean down and give her a wet kiss, emptying her boyfriends cum into her mouth. When she realizes what is happening she struggles to break free from your kiss, but the continuing orgasm and her physical restraint prevents her from resisting much and eventually she has no choice but to swallow it. The look on her face is priceless as you break the kiss, wipe a drop of cum from your lips and place it gently on her nose. As her orgasm subsides, her eyelids droop and she finally passes out into a restless, blissful unconsciousness. Even though we are tired, we know we have work to do before we rest. The boyfriend is fully passed out on the bed and together we drag him out to her car and slide him into the back seat. Back in the room we gather up their clothes, pile them on her unconscious form and carry her out to her car and stick her in the backseat next to her boyfriend. After buckling them up, we drive them both back to the bar and lock the doors as we leave them there. We walk over to my Jeep and I open your door, get you situated inside and close it behind you. When I get in, you already have a mischievous look in your eye and I can tell it's going to be a good ride home. As I drive, your hands wander all over my body and soon you unzip my pants and pull my dick out and begin to stroke it slowly in your hands. When it comes to life for you, you unbuckle your seat belt and lean over. I slide the seat back and you take my cock in your mouth, sucking it deep down your throat and feeling it get harder with each lick and slurp. You swirl your tongue around the head and take the shaft in your mouth until it disappears. I try and concentrate on the road as your head bobs up and down. Your hair is soft against my skin and smells so good – it drives me crazy. I stroke your hair with my hand and slide it down your back, feeling your cool, smooth skin under my fingers. With just a little bit of a lean, I can reach your ass and then I pull you closer to mean, kneading and squeezing it between my fingers while I try to stay on the road. Thankfully, the house is not far away, and I only cross the center line twice on the way back – head driving is just as dangerous as drunk driving! As the Jeep slid silently into the driveway, you gently squeezed my rock-hard cock back inside my pants. Despite the fun, Despite your excitement, you know what time it is. "Now Master?" "Yes, my Pet, now it is time." "I will prepare myself for your punishment." "I will be in soon." "Pet loves her Master." "Master loves his Pet, but she must still be punished." "Yes, Master, Pet will go prepare herself." And with that, you opened the door and walked to the house. I followed close behind. When you turned down the hall to prepare yourself, I went to the kitchen to get some water. I wouldn't want either of us to be dehydrated for the events to follow...