slapped her thigh hard enough to make her yelp. “Well done, Kaz. Take it out now.”
She moaned, turning a bleary eye toward him. “I still don’t get to come?”
The pitiful tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. “Not yet.”
“I hate you sometimes,” she whispered.
He nodded. “You’ll thank me later. Promise.”
Her fingers slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the contrast of her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around. Seconds later, she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The musky scent of her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling his nostrils with the wonderful smell.
“Put it in there.”
Karen shoved the bullet into the glove compartment and composed herself with a series of slow breaths.
“Better?” he asked.
“I suppose.” Glowering, she clambered from the car and kicked the door shut.
Dan chuckled and when Karen walked around to open his door, the grin grew wider. He stroked her burning cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Karen,” he murmured, “my sweet, little Kitten. You’ll be okay. Before the night is out you’ll get to come.”
She whined. “But I need it now.”
He peered over his shoulder, casting a sweeping gaze left and right. The chance to further tease his slave presented itself in the form of a deserted car park. How could he resist?
“Now?” he whispered. “Here? In the street? I can do that.” With deft hands, he gripped her slender shoulders and spun her round. Her back pressed flat against his chest, and he stroked the slippery latex clinging to her skin. First her breasts, squeezing the firm globes before skimming down to the small dent of her bellybutton. He tickled her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. She jumped.
“I could,” he breathed in her ear, “and no one would think anything of it. Not here. I could hold you against the car.” He did, pushing her hands out to lie flat on the roof. Her cheek touched the metal and he watched the condensation of her breath mingle with the wisps of steam rising from the hot surface. She groaned.
“I could pull off your panties.” Dan released her hands and teased his way back under the dress. He could feel her thighs trembling. “Wait, you’re not wearing any.”
“You bloody took them!”
“I know.” Dan resisted the urge to check his pocket. He knew they were still there, damp and musky. “One less barrier.” He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen’s high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful...
“It would only take a few minutes.” He thrust his hips against her. “Wouldn’t even have to pull my pants down all the way. A quick fuck.” When he nipped her ear, he heard a low growl rumble at the back of her throat.
Her instant responsiveness made him aware of a tightening across the front of his pants. He resisted the urge to adjust himself; wouldn’t do to let the submissive know that she was actually the one in charge.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? A speedy shag against the side of my car in the middle of a public car park. You’re such a dirty girl.”
The loud slap of his hand against her ass cheeks made them both jump. The giddy thrill of power made Dan’s head spin. His breathing hitched, and he caught the scent of Karen’s arousal on his fingers again. It fired his blood as surely as any over the counter aphrodisiac.
“Do you still need to come? Now?” As his breathed the words into her ear, Dan walked his fingers over the curve of her bottom. Passed the top of her thighs and round the front to cup her pussy. So hot, so wet. He groaned. “You shaved?”
Karen humped his fingers. “Of course I did. It’s Sugar Dust.”
“I love it when you’re smooth down there. It’s so fucking sexy. You missed a bit though.”
“You
She moaned, turning a bleary eye toward him. “I still don’t get to come?”
The pitiful tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. “Not yet.”
“I hate you sometimes,” she whispered.
He nodded. “You’ll thank me later. Promise.”
Her fingers slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the contrast of her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around. Seconds later, she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The musky scent of her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling his nostrils with the wonderful smell.
“Put it in there.”
Karen shoved the bullet into the glove compartment and composed herself with a series of slow breaths.
“Better?” he asked.
“I suppose.” Glowering, she clambered from the car and kicked the door shut.
Dan chuckled and when Karen walked around to open his door, the grin grew wider. He stroked her burning cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Karen,” he murmured, “my sweet, little Kitten. You’ll be okay. Before the night is out you’ll get to come.”
She whined. “But I need it now.”
He peered over his shoulder, casting a sweeping gaze left and right. The chance to further tease his slave presented itself in the form of a deserted car park. How could he resist?
“Now?” he whispered. “Here? In the street? I can do that.” With deft hands, he gripped her slender shoulders and spun her round. Her back pressed flat against his chest, and he stroked the slippery latex clinging to her skin. First her breasts, squeezing the firm globes before skimming down to the small dent of her bellybutton. He tickled her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. She jumped.
“I could,” he breathed in her ear, “and no one would think anything of it. Not here. I could hold you against the car.” He did, pushing her hands out to lie flat on the roof. Her cheek touched the metal and he watched the condensation of her breath mingle with the wisps of steam rising from the hot surface. She groaned.
“I could pull off your panties.” Dan released her hands and teased his way back under the dress. He could feel her thighs trembling. “Wait, you’re not wearing any.”
“You bloody took them!”
“I know.” Dan resisted the urge to check his pocket. He knew they were still there, damp and musky. “One less barrier.” He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen’s high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful...
“It would only take a few minutes.” He thrust his hips against her. “Wouldn’t even have to pull my pants down all the way. A quick fuck.” When he nipped her ear, he heard a low growl rumble at the back of her throat.
Her instant responsiveness made him aware of a tightening across the front of his pants. He resisted the urge to adjust himself; wouldn’t do to let the submissive know that she was actually the one in charge.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? A speedy shag against the side of my car in the middle of a public car park. You’re such a dirty girl.”
The loud slap of his hand against her ass cheeks made them both jump. The giddy thrill of power made Dan’s head spin. His breathing hitched, and he caught the scent of Karen’s arousal on his fingers again. It fired his blood as surely as any over the counter aphrodisiac.
“Do you still need to come? Now?” As his breathed the words into her ear, Dan walked his fingers over the curve of her bottom. Passed the top of her thighs and round the front to cup her pussy. So hot, so wet. He groaned. “You shaved?”
Karen humped his fingers. “Of course I did. It’s Sugar Dust.”
“I love it when you’re smooth down there. It’s so fucking sexy. You missed a bit though.”
“You
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