The Drive

On the drive home from Mexico something happened.  Mr. D told me to play with myself.  I leaned back in the car seat next to him with one foot up on the dash and my skirt hiked up. My fingers buried in my sex.  

The music played.  The cars went drifting past on either side.  My fingers rubbed my clit and Mr. D’s voice filled my head. “Rub your clit and pinch your nipple.  You’re going to cum for me.  Do you understand?” I nodded and watched as his eyes met mine then went back to the road. My fingers moved faster on my clit.  I had been practicing playing with myself so I could cum for him.  I desperately wanted to please him.  My body was slow to start and became even more sluggish under the pressure to perform.  God I hope I can do this for him.  Tune out everything and cum for Daddy.  You can do this, you have practiced for this!

His fingers joined mine in my crotch, his pushing inside me.  It felt provocative and erotic to have him finger fucking me in the car traveling down the highway. “Keep those fingers moving slut,  you’re going to cum for me.” This was intense and still my body was not reacting nearly enough to cum.  I was hot and flustered, wet and gushing on his fingers but I was starting to worry more than enjoy this. 

He took his hand from my pussy and sucked on his fingers, tasting me.  That was hot.  It thrills me to see him do that. Every time. He picked up his phone. I lifted my head and watched him, trying to understand.  He never picks up his phone while driving.  “Keep going slut.”  I went back to playing with myself as commanded.

I heard the radio change from music to someone talking. I realized after a few words that it was the audio of our favorite porn scene.  I had found a scene where an Immigration Agent coerces a young hot woman to have sex with him so he won’t deport her.  It’s the perfect predicament scenario, the kind Mr. D  and I both love.  The male actor in it is an especially mean SOB and treats her to some intense dominance and rough sex.  It is so hot and raw.  I didn’t have to see it, just hearing it was exactly what I needed.

“Now, my little slut.  You are going to cum for me or you are going to beg me to stop.  Do you understand?  One or the other. Got it?”  I nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy.” My fingers flew over my clit.  I ached to please him and now the sounds of that sadistic agent fucking the girl’s throat filled the car.  I moaned along with her.

“Listen to that Motherfucker feed her his cock. I want to do that to you right now.” His fingers pumped me while I continued to rub my aching clit.  The raw sounds of throat fucking and Daddy’s voice in my ear were winding me up like a top. We sped through the desert at top speed passing dozens and dozens of trucks.  I’m sure many truckers that day got a fine show. My body arched, my foot pushing into the dash, my ass lifting off the seat.  I was on the edge of cumming.

“Get it baby girl, my little slut. Listen to him.  Listen to what he’s doing to her. He is not a nice man. I’m not a nice man either.  You are going to cum or beg me.  Better start begging me now.” His fingers pumped me hard.  My body was convulsing, my mind was completely soaked with the horrendous need to cum and still my body would not plunge over the edge.  This insanity was going to push me over some edge but to where I had no idea.

His hand moved to my breasts.  He pulled up my shirt and grabbed the closest nipple hard.  I cried out but oh how I needed that pain.  His hand slapped my nipple and grabbed it again.  The pain and pleasure of it together were so provocative.

“Please Daddy, please.” The sounds of wild fucking filled the car.  I wanted him, I couldn’t see straight, my body was buckling under the pressure and still I didn’t cum.  I trembled and begged him. “Please Daddy, please let me stop.” I sobbed with sadness and need and desperation.  “Please fuck me Daddy.  I need you inside me.” My fingers kept moving, I had to keep going until he said I could stop.

As I heard the sounds of the woman on the stereo crying and cumming, I opened my eyes and saw Mr. D pull off a freeway exit.  Thank God, yesssss. He was getting off the freeway, I was wild to have him.  My sex addled brain rejoiced.

“Baby girl, you can stop.” I felt relief and disappointment and heat and damn I wanted him.  He pulled into a turn around off a dirt road and parked.  He pulled back his seat and unzipped his pants.  He looked at me and I knew the command.  I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth.  Still the porn wailed in our ears, my lips sliding up and down his shaft.  I was ecstatic to have him in my mouth.

After a few minutes he pushed me off of him. His eyes were as passion glazed as mine. “Stay there.” I wondered what he was doing until he got out of the car and opened my door. “Turn on your side and face the inside of the car.” I rolled on my hips as he asked, my ass sticking out of the car door.  He stepped in the car with one foot and lifted me onto his cock.  His pants slipped down and he fucked me hard and fast until he came deep inside me.

He pulled up his pants and returned to his seat.  We had just finished and we’re both still panting and out of breath.  He pulled me to him and said, “You are such a good girl!”  I felt my whole body, mind and heart burst with love and happiness at those words.

And still in the background the moans of porn girl and the rush of the nearby freeway played on.

Instigator – Part One

Mr. D and I had a perfect long weekend with our friends in Mexico.  We were with El Jefe, Goddess and another couple.  Daddy asked me, while we were planning for the weekend, what toys I wanted him to bring.  I said, “All of them.” 🙂 Well, he did ask.  Can’t hurt to have options, right?  We drove down to a resort on the inland sea and had a penthouse suite with a room for each couple, a kitchen and two balconies.  It was a big slice of heaven. The first night, after dinner, we were all sitting together and talking.  Mr. D told the others that I asked him to bring all the toys.  It was a good opener.  He proceeded to lay out all the toys on the coffee table one-by-one.  Three of the four others are into the lifestyle occasionally and have played with Mr. D at one time.  The fourth, Coupe, was our unknown.  He knows the group is kinky but we didn’t really know his level of interest.

Everyone was interested in the toys, especially the violet wand.  The one we have is not the high powered kind.  It is more for sensory play.  Painted Lady was quite interested.  She made noises and Mr. D pushed her to try it.  It was fun watching him educate the group and watch them play with the wand on Painted Lady.  We wrapped up the evening and went to sleep.

The next day, we went down to the pool.  The pool had a swim up bar and the three girls and Coupe went down first.  I had met Painted Lady once before but I learned much more about her this trip.  She has beautiful, flawless skin and is a little standoffish in the way of an elegant lady.  It gives Mr. D endless entertainment to continually push her buttons.  Goddess wasn’t feeling perfectly well so we were watching out for her.  She hadn’t felt good the night before but the frilly drinks at the bar were helping us all feel good.  Coupe is a younger man.  Younger than most of our group by 15 years.  He’s new to the lifestyle but not new to being a young man in a very adult world.  He has the aura of the Rat Pack, classy and quick with a comeback.  On the flipside, he seems so innocent and we all want to protect him and corrupt him at the same time.

So, the four of us drank and played in the pool.  The drunker we got the more fun we had.  We talked about the play from the night before and that heightened the sexual atmosphere.  I knew Goddess was bisexual but I didn’t know how Painted Lady leaned.  Not until we started talking and floating in the pool.  After a while, we got silly and all three ladies ended up kissing and fondling and talking about sex.  At one point, Painted Lady was rubbing Coupe’s back so nicely that his face naturally slipped under the water.  Goddess was feeling no pain and said, “He can hold his breath so well, he must be really good at eating pussy.” Painted Lady tried to warn her but just then Coupe pulled his face from the water, his ears hadn’t been below the surface.  He heard that just fine!  They both turned eight shades of red while we all had a good laugh.

After that, Mr. D and El Jefe joined us in the pool.   I was having so much dirty, flirty fun and was so happy to see my Daddy and wrap myself around him in the pool.  I wanted to molest him right there. After a bit, the men decided to go back up and start dinner.  The girls eventually stumbled back up to the room.  We all ate a great dinner Mr. D made and were relaxing. Then Mr. D caught my attention and said, “Baby girl, go get the rope.” I was excited.  He was going to tie someone up.  Goddess and I both are addicted to being tied up.  We had talked about it at the pool.  Mr. D and her husband, El Jefe, had both tied her up before.  I went to the bathroom first. I didn’t want to be tied up and have to go.  So, I stopped there and then went into the bedroom to get his rope.  Mr. D was waiting in the bedroom for me.  He surprised me.  I didn’t expect him there because he had sent me after the rope for him.  “Close the door.” The tone in his voice sent shivers up my spine.  He makes me so wet when he talks like that.  I closed the door. “On your back.”  He pushed up my dress and sank his face into my pussy.  I was drunk, I was horny and I wanted him.  I forgot everything else.  He licked me for a couple minutes then he started to leave.

“No, Daddy, don’t go!!” I grabbed him with both hands and legs.  I needed him and needed to be fucked.  I would do anything in that moment.  “Please Daddy, I need you.  Please, please fuck me.”

“No, baby girl, we have to go back.  They’re waiting for us.” He was pulling away.  This was killing me.  I wanted him, I had to have him.

“Come back Daddy, please fuck me Daddy.  I need you in me.” I pulled and he finally gave in and climbed up on me.  I kept pulling on him until I felt his cock slide into me.  “Yes, Daddy, yes”.

“Baby girl is horny and begging.  Mmm, now this is how you’re supposed to beg.  I’ll have to thank Goddess for this.” He thrust deep, once, twice, then pulled out to leave.

“No!  Daddy, no! Come back!” I was beyond desperate.  The torment and teasing in my minute of aching need was beyond a tease.  I grabbed him hard and pulled his body to me.  I took his hands and put them around my throat.  I would have done damned near anything right at the moment to keep him there.

“Mmm, baby girl is pulling out all the stops.  I like this a lot but it’s time to go back out. Straighten yourself and join the others.” He got up and pulled his shorts back on and left.  I laid there on the bed bereft.  He was a bad, evil Daddy.  My rum soaked mind pouted and sulked.  I was the epitome of a spoiled baby girl in the bedroom all alone.

I went back out and joined the others completely forgetting about the rope.