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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Little fantasy of mine that I decided to put into words. From the mind of a slightly domme exhibitionist. I hope you like.
I love to tease my husband when he’s driving, seeing the look of adoration and excitement upon his gorgeous face. The thought of this excites me as I’m getting ready for our day trip. As I slip on my stockings over my legs I immediately associate the feeling of them with sex, blood rushing to my pussy and clit, causing my pussy to swell and pulsate. I can’t help but reach my hand down to stroke my clit, shuddering on contact. I reluctantly pull my hand away, fearing I’ll make myself cum right then and there and I want the build up to orgasm to be as tantalising as possible.
I slip the rest of my clothes on. A tight black pencil skirt and sheer white blouse, the blouse is tucked into the pencil skirt to give the maximum hourglass effect and it’s just sheer enough to give a glimpse of the basque I have on underneath. I’m just slipping on my heels as I hear my husband shout testily up the stairs, imploring me to get a move on, obviously annoyed that I’ve taken my sweet time getting ready. I grin, self assured that once I descend the stairs, dressed as I am, all will be forgiven. I’m right, of course. I watch his face, pinched in annoyance, first catch sight of my heels, his expression changing to mild confusion before sweeping his gaze up over my legs. At the point of noticing the bumps in my skirt, giving away the secret of my stockings underneath, a lopsided grin slowly passes over his features and by the time he has taken in the whole of my appearance his grin is widespread and his eyes twinkle mischievously. I smile seductively, satisfied that my effort has not gone unnoticed.
As I’m getting into the car i’m already hitching my skirt up to give me better access. My skirt now rests just hovering above the lace tops of my stockings and that's the view my husband gets as he lowers himself into the driving seat. He immediately leans over and runs his hands over my legs, skimming my bare inner thigh as he kisses me hard and deep. Tiny vaults of excitement course through my body, congregating between my legs, making me wet. I gasp but somehow find the self control to push him back into his seat so we can start our journey.
“Look how hard you’re making me” he groans. Pulling at his cock through his jeans.
“Put your hands on the steering wheel” I scold, “In fact, you are not allowed to touch me or your cock until I say, is that understood?” I can hear the breath that catches in his throat, making such a horny guttural sound and I smirk, knowing the effect it has on him when I’m in control.
“Yes, my love” he responds and I wonder if he would be so quick to agree if he knew my intentions and how difficult it will be on him to keep his restraint.
We set off and I begin my tease. Unbuttoning my blouse to show my cleavage and stroking over my breasts through my blouse. I squeeze my nipples, making them harden to the touch and a soft moan escapes my lips making his cock twitch. I continue downwards slowly, skimming my pussy and slowly stroking my thighs as I hitch my skirt even further up, my eyes roaming over his body and the impression his hard cock makes in his jeans. Yummy. I imagine the pre cum glistening at the tip and I can’t help but expose my bare shaven pussy to him. My fingers creeping upwards, parting my lips and trailing my pussy juices with them until they land on my swollen clit. My slick fingers moving in that ever so soft circular motion that makes my toes curl.
“Fuck” he gasps. Forcing his eyes back to the road.
“A fuck is exactly what I want” I tell him. A smile playing at my lips. He glances back at me and our eyes meet and I swear he can read my every thought in that moment.
Returning my smile he says, “Then a fuck is exactly what you shall have, baby”. He moves lanes as I continue to play with my pussy so that he can overtake the traffic in front. Every time we pass a van or a truck I glance at the drivers. Some of them are too busy, or too tired, to even notice the woman playing with herself in the passing car but most catch a glance and their faces are etched with horn, their mouth slightly agape. This excites me and as I look at my husband I can see this excites him too. His cock still rock hard in his pants. His breathing laboured.
It takes only a short while to find what I’m looking for. We come alongside a good looking truck driver who notices instantly my stockinged legs and where my fingers are placed. His face lights up and he smiles and winks at me. In turn I flash a cheeky grin and push my fingers inside me, pounding my pussy with them before bringing my fingers up to my mouth where I lick and suck off the juices. The look on his face changes from mild amusement to sexual desire and I know I have him on the hook as we eventually overtake.
My husband knows me so well, I don’t even have to tell him that I’ve found a guy i’m interested in. As soon as we overtake we switch lanes so that we are now travelling in front of the truck driver and he flashes his lights in appreciation. I reach over and stroke my husbands cock through the material of his jeans and he automatically takes one hand off the steering wheel to return the favour.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I admonish “I told you to keep your hands on the steering wheel, you naughty boy”. I hold his balls firmly to remind him of my instructions and he replaces his hand on the steering wheel. “Well done, you deserve a reward for your restraint” I tell him, before popping the buttons on his jeans and releasing his cock from his boxers. I play with the head with the tips of my fingers, gathering the pre cum, his cock twitching and straining for release. Hands sticky and wet with his precum I hold his cock in a firm, soft grip and start to wank him slowly, careful not to increase the intensity for fear of distracting him too much from his all too difficult task of driving.
I look up and notice that our truck driver has begun his overtaking manoeuvre. When he is level with our car the view that awaits him this time is that of my husbands hard, glistening cock being lovingly stroked. I watch my husband glance over to the truck driver and although I can’t see the look exchanged between the pair my husbands cock twitches in my hand and I know he approves of my choice.
I’m bubbling with excitement when it’s next our turn to overtake. I undo my blouse and free my breast from the top of my corset, nipples already erect. I start to play with them, squeezing and rolling my nipple in one hand while my fingers are delving in and out of my pussy and teasing my clit. As we pull alongside the truck, I allow the truck driver to roam his eyes over my tits and pussy for a short while before motioning him to pull over at the next layby, hoping that he will understand my message of seductive smiles and finger pointing.
We pull up at the layby and my husband and I look at each other. I smile and raise a questioning eyebrow and he smiles back, reassuring me that he is ok with everything without breaking the control I have over him.
“You did well” I tell him, “It can’t have been an easy drive but now you can look how wet I am.” His eyes dart to my pussy and I spread my lips for him so he can see it in all it’s glory. “Feel how wet I am” I demand. He looks back to my face, unsure whether to break his hands from the steering wheel. “I said touch me” I command and I barely see his hand move before it’s on pussy, sliding his fingers inside me as a trickle of my cum juices runs down the inside of his hand.
The truck driver walks up to our window and we pretend not to notice him at first so that he can watch us before I instruct my husband to remove his hand from my pussy. I let my eyes wander to the truck drivers cock, already hard in his jeans, and I could tell that he was equipped enough for me. Lingering perhaps a moment more than was comfortable, I pulled my gaze north of his crotch, where his tight white t-shirt clung to his physique, before finally taking in a handsome face that held a cheeky smile and a naughty glint in the eye. I smile and wind my window down.
“You know, there’s a bed in my truck if you guys wanted to use it” the truck driver offers.
“That’s very kind of you to offer” I reply. “Go back to your truck and we’ll be there in a moment. Leave the passenger door open for us and I expect you to be wanking that fine cock of yours when we arrive.” For all our on-road flirting I know he didn’t expect me to be so direct. His face registering a brief moment of pure shock before he quickly recovered and smiled an easy smile.
“Absolutely!” he cries and saunters back off in the direction of his truck, obviously trying to look cooler than he felt. I turn to face my husband, I can tell at once he’s nervous and thinking about putting the car in gear and speeding off so I embrace him in a passionate kiss and as I pull away I can see that his nervous have turned to desire. Satisfied that he will find this just as much as a turn on as me, I straighten my clothes, instruct my husband to do the same and we make our move to the truck behind us.
As we enter the cab i see the truck driver sat in the drivers side with the seat pulled back and his jeans around his ankles, cock in hand. “You take instruction well, I’m impressed.” I tell him, delighting in the unabashed sexual desire emanating from him. I turn to my husband and gently push him into the passenger seat. “Sit!” I order. “Watch me. You are not allowed to touch yourself. Not yet. I will tell you when.”
I turn back to the driver and hitch my skirt up slowly, revealing myself to him inch by inch. Watching the way he pounds his cock harder as i reveal the tops of my stockings. When my pussy is revealed to him he lets go of his cock, grips the side of his chair and releases a deep guttural moan from his lips, his cock appearing to dance for me of it’s own accord. I feel my pussy pulsate and I slip off my heels and make my move towards the driver. Climbing over him, I stand with my legs either side of his, my pussy inches away from his face.
“Do you like my pussy?” I ask him.
Oh, god yes!” He replies and he goes to move his face into my crotch.
“Did I tell you to eat me?” I ask him, he looks slightly taken aback but he’s a quick learner and he hesitates before sitting back in his chair. I play with my clit in front of his face, my eyes locking onto my husbands and i smile at the frustration and desire in his eyes. I turn to look down at the driver “Put your fingers inside me” I instruct and he complies. My pussy walls clench against his fingers and I remove my hand from my clit and grab the back of his head and force his face into my pussy. “That’s it” I encourage “Eat my pussy..... Slowly” I warn as I grab a handful of his hair and pull him back slightly to temper his lust. He does as he’s told and start licking my pussy and clit slowly and gently. He starts wanking his cock and I allow him a moment before I push my knee against the arm he’s using to still him. He breaks contact with his cock and my pussy and looks up at me pleadingly.
“You’re not to touch.” I tell him. “But you can have a mouth around your cock if you like?” he nods enthusiastically and places slight pressure on my shoulders as if to push me down on his cock. “No, not mine” I say and look over to my husband, who is so turned on by watching the truck driver and I that he merely grins at the idea. It takes but a fleeting moment for the truck driver to nod his consent and the boys pass a horny look between them.
“I knew you wouldn’t say no” I chuckle. “Come over here darling and take his cock in your mouth, no hands” I order my husband and he doesn’t need telling twice. He comes over and drops to his knees in front of the driver and lowers his head to his hard cock. placing his mouth around the tip and slowly lowering his head to take all of the drivers cock in his mouth.
That's all I have time for right now. I'll continue tomorrow. xx |
More plleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassse.
Billy
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