New story written for a lovely couple here on Fab.
Something like by this story will be happeneing this weekend 
I'm sure they'd be open to suggestions if anyone wants to make any haha!
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The morning sun barely warmed the sky as Joe and Mary sped down the A11, the sleek hum of the car only broken by the occasional rustle of fabric as Mary adjusted her position in the passenger seat. She wasn’t nervous—yet—but there was a charge in the air, the kind she always felt when they had plans to play.
The first hour of the drive was uneventful, almost tranquil, with Joe keeping his focus on the road and Mary gazing out at the countryside. But as they approached a petrol station, Joe flicked on the indicator and pulled off the motorway, a subtle smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The car rolled to a stop beside a pump. Joe killed the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning toward Mary before stepping out. His tone was casual but tinged with command.
“I’m going to top up the tank,” he said casually, stepping out of the car. But before closing the door, he leaned back in, a mischievous glint in his eye. “While I’m doing that, you’re going to do something for me.”
Mary turned to look at him, curious, until he held out a small egg vibrator, its remote in his other hand. Her breath caught.
“Take this,” he instructed, pressing the toy into her hand. His voice dropped into a commanding tone. “Go to the bathrooms, put it in, and come back here. No arguing."
Her face flushed instantly, the heat crawling up her neck, but she didn’t dare argue. The quiet authority in his voice left no room for disobedience. She took the egg from his hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she tucked it into her coat pocket and stepped out of the car.
Inside the restroom, Mary locked herself in a stall, her heart pounding. Her hands shook as she slid her underwear down, biting her lip as the cool surface of the vibrator met her skin. Once it was in place, snug and unrelenting, she adjusted her clothes and stepped back out into the station, cheeks flushed with the secret only she and Joe shared.
By the time she returned, the fuel had been paid for, and Joe was waiting in the driver’s seat with the engine running. She slid into the passenger seat, her face flushed, and fastened her seatbelt.
Joe smirked knowingly, glancing at her briefly before pulling back onto the road. The drive continued in silence for a few minutes, save for the hum of the engine, until Mary shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Then it began.
With a subtle press of a button on the remote, Joe sent a gentle vibration through the egg nestled inside her. Mary gasped softly, her thighs clenching instinctively as she shot him a flustered look.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Joe asked innocently, keeping his eyes on the road.
“You know exactly what,” she muttered, her voice shaky, her hands gripping the edge of her seat.
He chuckled, increasing the intensity slightly. The vibrations became more pronounced, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Mary bit her lip, squirming in her seat, trying desperately to maintain her composure as they passed another car on the motorway.
Every few minutes, he’d change the pattern or intensity—sometimes a steady hum, other times a teasing pulse that left her gasping for more. She could do nothing but endure it, her frustration building with every passing mile.
After what seemed like an eternity, they pulled into a service station. Mary was a quivering, desperate mess. Her legs pressed tightly together, her hands fidgeting as she struggled to keep herself in check.
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"I've got another surprise for you," Joe smirked as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
Mary followed, her curiosity piqued. Joe walked to the boot and rummaged around for a moment before emerging with a small, discreet bag. He handed it to her with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"I'll grab us some coffee," he said casually, though his tone carried that unmistakable edge of command. "You’re going to take this to the bathroom and put on what’s inside. All of it. The vibe stays in, too. Then meet me by the café."
Mary’s cheeks flushed as she took the bag, feeling its weight and soft rustling contents. She glanced at Joe, but his expression gave nothing away other than amusement at her nervous anticipation.
Walking hand in hand into the service station, Mary couldn’t help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Joe led her toward the restrooms, giving her a soft pat on the backside as they reached the fork where their paths diverged.
"Don’t keep me waiting," he said with a wink, before heading toward the café.
Mary hesitated for only a moment before ducking into the women’s restroom. She chose the stall furthest from the door, locked it securely, and leaned back against the cold tile, her heart pounding in her chest. With a deep breath, she opened the bag and peeked inside.
Her eyes widened slightly as she pulled out each item—a pair of tight wet-look leggings that gleamed under the fluorescent lights, a delicate collar that could pass as a fashion ch0k3r, and at the bottom of the bag, a small butt plug alongside a travel-sized bottle of lube.
Her breath hitched. Joe was always full of surprises, but this? She glanced at the door nervously, biting her lip. There was no way she could refuse—not without consequences she didn’t want to risk.
She started with the plug, knowing it was the hardest part to psych herself up for. Sliding out of her jeans, she took the lube and coated the toy generously before pulling her underwear to the side. Her hands trembled as she positioned it, gasping softly as the cool, slick surface pressed against her entrance. Slowly, she eased it in, her breathing hitching with every inch until it settled snugly in place, leaving her feeling both full and exposed.
Mary stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the new sensation, before moving on. She slid the leggings up her legs, the fabric clinging tightly to her skin, accentuating every curve. As she wriggled them over her hips, she caught herself wondering if bending over in these would reveal the outline of the plug. She flushed at the thought, a mix of embarrassment and arousal flickering through her.
Lastly, she pulled out the collar. It was simple and understated, but she knew exactly what it meant. Her fingers traced its edges as she hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped it around her neck and fastened it with trembling hands. It sat snugly against her skin, light enough to pass as an accessory but heavy with the weight of its significance.
The leggings hugged her body in ways she knew Joe would appreciate, and the collar sat proudly around her neck, a visible reminder of her submission. She adjusted her hair, smoothed the fabric of the leggings, and took one final steadying breath.
When she stepped out of the restroom, her heart was racing, but she felt a thrill of anticipation. She spotted Joe in the café, leaning casually against a table with two coffees in hand. His eyes flicked to her as she approached, dark with approval.
"Good girl," he murmured when she reached him, just loud enough for her to hear. He handed her a coffee, his fingers brushing hers as he added, “Come on, let’s sit.”
He guided her to a table near the edge of the café, just secluded enough to avoid prying eyes but still very much in public. Mary hesitated as she slid into her chair, hyper-aware of the tight leggings and the weight of the plug that pressed ever so subtly with each movement. She couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone around them could see right through her, but Joe’s calm confidence kept her anchored.
They sat in silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. Then, with a barely perceptible movement, Joe pulled the remote from his pocket and pressed a button.
Mary froze as the vibrator inside her sprang to life, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure through her. She gripped the coffee cup tighter, her knuckles white as she struggled to keep her expression neutral.
Joe, however, looked utterly unbothered. He took a leisurely sip of his coffee, his eyes scanning the room as though nothing were happening. “Relax,” he said softly, his voice laced with amusement. “No one knows… unless you make it obvious.”
Mary’s cheeks flushed as she squirmed in her seat, the vibrations pulsing steadily inside her. She glanced around nervously, her eyes darting to the other patrons. A family seated a few tables away was deep in conversation, oblivious to her plight. A pair of businessmen near the counter were glued to their phones.
No one was watching her.
The realization sent a strange rush through her—a mix of relief and exhilaration. As her initial embarrassment subsided, a new feeling began to creep in. The secret she shared with Joe, the knowledge of what was happening beneath her calm exterior, sent a thrill racing through her.
Joe’s eyes flicked to her, his smirk growing darker as he adjusted the settings on the remote. The vibrations shifted, becoming teasing pulses that left her gasping quietly. She crossed her legs tightly, biting her lip to stifle a soft moan.
“Careful,” Joe said, his voice low but firm. “Don’t spill your coffee.”
Mary shot him a look that was equal parts frustration and arousal, but he simply chuckled, clearly enjoying her struggle. The steady hum of the vibrator and the weight of the plug made her hyper-aware of every movement, every breath. Yet, as the moments passed, she found herself leaning into the sensation, the forbidden thrill of being teased in such a public place.
She shifted in her seat, her body betraying her as it responded to the relentless stimulation. A flicker of self-consciousness crossed her mind—did the tightness of the leggings give anything away? Could someone notice the faint buzz if they stood too close?—but the thought only heightened the excitement.
Joe leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Enjoying yourself, are we?”
Mary’s cheeks burned as she ducked her head, taking a sip of her coffee to avoid answering. But the small, knowing smile on her lips betrayed her.
Joe leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased. “Good. We’ve got a long drive ahead. I’ll decide when you’ve earned relief.”
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The silence between them was charged with anticipation as they finished their coffees. Once finished, Joe stood, extending his hand to help Mary up. She took it, her heart thudding softly against her chest as they stepped back into the crisp afternoon air. The sunlight had shifted, casting a softer glow over the landscape as they walked hand in hand back to the car.
Joe unlocked the doors and guided Mary into the passenger seat. She settled in, the weight of the plug inside her a constant reminder of what was to come. Joe climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling smoothly onto the road.
They drove in silence for a short while, leaving the main roads behind, weaving through quieter back roads until they found a secluded area. Joe slowed the car to a halt, the hum of the engine fading into stillness. He shifted into park and unbuckled his seatbelt.
Mary remained quiet, watching as Joe stepped out of the car and rounded to her side. He opened the door, a mischievous glint in his eye as he reached down for her.
“Get out,” he said simply, his voice low and commanding.
She hesitated for a moment, her pulse quickening, before stepping out. He reached for her, his grip firm as he took hold of the delicate collar that rested lightly against her skin. The sensation of it against her neck tightened her breath, the subtle weight adding to her vulnerability.
Without breaking stride, Joe opened the rear passenger door. He guided her forward, positioning her carefully so that she knelt on all fours, her head up against the inside of the opposite passenger door.
Joe climbed into the car, kneeling behind her, hunched slightly over her in the close confines of the car. He pulled the door closed behind him as he did. His hand lightly traced the curve of her back, the pressure of his touch grounding her to the moment.
“Good girl,” he murmured into her ear, his breath warm and commanding. “Stay there.”
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The air inside the car was thick with anticipation as Joe knelt behind her, his presence commanding. Mary knelt on all fours, her body taut and exposed, her breath shallow. She felt his gaze on her, steady and possessive.
Without warning, Joe gave her ass a sharp, stinging smack. The sound echoed softly in the confined space, and Mary’s breath hitched as a gasp escaped her lips.
“Quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and strict. “No noise unless I say so.”
Another slap followed, harsher this time, making her gasp again. Her skin burned with the heat of his touch even through the leggings, the sensation mixing with the tightness in her core.
“Stay still,” he commanded, the firmness of his tone leaving no room for defiance.
Joe reached down, his fingers gripping the waistband of her leggings. Slowly, he pulled them down, exposing her further to the chilled air. Mary shivered, but didn’t move, her body trembling with anticipation.
With a swift motion, he removed the small plug from her, the emptiness leaving a sharp pang behind. She winced slightly as the cool air met her sensitive entrance.
Undoing his own belt, he looped it around her neck from behind, tightening it just enough to be noticeable but not restricting. Mary’s breath quickened at the slight pressure, the mix of control and exposure sending a thrill through her.
He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement, his cock already hard and eager. Without hesitation, Joe pressed himself into her ass with force, driving deep and claiming her completely.
Mary cried out softly, the pain sharp and fleeting, giving way to a wave of overwhelming pleasure. She was helpless under his control, fully consumed by the moment, the intensity leaving her breathless.
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The force of Joe’s thrusts was unrelenting, each movement driving deeper into Mary’s tight, trembling body. The confined space of the back seat only intensified the intensity, making it almost overwhelming. His hands gripped her hips tightly, anchoring her as he used her roughly, every thrust a reminder of who was in control.
Mary’s cries were muffled by the tightness of the space, each one a desperate gasp as she surrendered to the relentless rhythm. The pleasure and pain intertwined, making her dizzy with the overwhelming sensation. She could feel him growing closer, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
With a final, forceful push, Joe reached his climax, spilling into her ass with a low, guttural moan. The warmth of his release inside her made her shiver, the intensity of it all pushing her to the brink.
“Don’t clean yourself up,” he ordered quietly, his breath ragged as he pulled back slowly. “Leave it.”
Mary nodded faintly, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. She reached down to adjust her leggings, pulling them back up over her thighs with shaking hands. The weight of what had just transpired hung in the air, thick and undeniable.
Once they were back in their seats, Joe started the engine and pulled back onto the road. The silence between them was brief, broken only by the hum of the car and the distant hum of her own arousal.
When they hit a long unbroken stretch of road, Joe’s hand drifted to his jeans, unzipping them casually. His cock sprang free, already hard again. He glanced at Mary with a playful smirk, his voice a low command.
“Suck,” he ordered simply.
Mary hesitated for a moment, her lips trembling slightly. With a playful smirk, Joe pressed a button on the remote, sending a surge of vibrations through the egg still nestled inside her. She gasped quietly, her breath catching as her body reacted instinctively to the stimulation.
Mary looked at him for a moment, her lips trembling as she leaned toward him. Her mouth enveloped him slowly, her tongue teasing the tip as her hand rested lightly on his thigh. The tight space of the car became a place of worship, her submission total as she took him into her mouth while he guided her movements with a firm grip while keeping his remaining hand on the wheel.
The pleasure built quickly, the rhythm of her mouth and the tension in the air pushing both of them toward the edge. Joe’s breathing quickened, his control slipping as he thrust her mouth down more urgently.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he reached his release once again, filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed, her cheeks flushed, and eyes lowered in submission.
After a moment, Joe zipped his jeans and leaned back against the seat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The quiet settled between them again, the intensity of what had just happened leaving an unspoken connection that only they could understand.
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Joe pulled up to the AirBnB, the car rolling smoothly into the secluded driveway. He parked the car and stepped out, grabbing a small bag from the boot as he made his around the care to Mary’s side. Mary remained seated, her breath shallow, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty.
Joe opened the passenger door, a gentle yet firm smile on his face. Without a word, he retrieved a delicate chain leash from the bag and clipped it to the small collar around Mary’s neck. Her heart pounded, but she made no move to resist. Joe took her hand with the leash in his other hand and guided her inside.
Once they were inside the cozy, dimly lit room, Joe set the bag down and began to lay out a selection of toys on the bed: a paddle, some leather wrist cuffs, a soft blindfold, and a thick ball gag. The sight made Mary’s cheeks flush, her breath hitching slightly.
“Strip for me” Joe said simply while staring at her.
As Mary removed her clothes Joe circled her slowly, caressing her lightly, his touch a contrast to the cold, unforgiving objects he had displayed. When he reached her back, he gently slipped the leather cuffs onto her wrists and secured them behind her back, rendering her hands immobile. His fingers then traced her jawline before placing the blindfold over her eyes, covering them completely. Lastly, he fastened the ball gag snugly into her mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against her ear before gently guiding her to bend over the edge of the bed. She knelt on the floor, her exposed backside poised for whatever was to come.
With deliberate care, Joe picked up the paddle, the leather handle cool against his palm. He raised it, the quiet anticipation thick in the air before landing a firm swat against her vulnerable skin. Mary flinched, a muffled gasp escaping her, but she remained in position.
One after another, the spanks fell, each more controlled, more measured than the last. Her skin heated, the sting quickly transforming into a crescendo of sensation. By the time Joe set the paddle down, Mary’s breath was uneven, her body quivering with the intensity of the experience.
He gently removed the gag, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmured. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. And when I do, you may cum.” |
