I wondered again about the driver. If he couldn’t see us, I’m sure he could hear us. My tongue felt so heavy, and the words just wouldn’t roll off it.
“Tell me!” he said again.
“Push my panties aside,” I managed to get out.
“And?”
“And… feel how wet I am.”
“Are you?”
“Y-yeah…”
His palm hit my pussy, fast. I yelped as his fingers lingered over the fabric of my underwear, his thumbs pressing down on my cunt and his fingers digging into my ass.
“You can do better than that, can’t you?”
“Fuck you,” I bit out, but I stuttered over the words. “Seriously, fuck you.”
Carelessly, he yanked the fabric of my panties aside and his thumb was parting my pussy lips, rubbing against my clit. My head fell back and I had to fight the urge to buck my hips against his dirty fucking fingers.
“You will,” he promised me. “Eventually. Once I’m convinced you’re so fucking cock-starved you’ll lick your own pussy juice off the floor if you have to, just to get to feel me pushing inside you.”
I mewled as he rubbed my clit, crying out. My head went to his shoulder and I pressed my body close.
“Needy,” he told me. “Needy little slut. Keep going. Tell me what you want me to do to that dripping snatch.”
“S-stretch it,” I whispered into his ear as he toyed with my clit. “Gape it for me, sir.”
“Gape it?” he laughed into my hair.
“Yeah,” I whined. His fingers dug into my clit and I cried out when he pinched it between his fingers. “Oh God, oh my God. Gape it really wide.”
“I’ll remember you said that,” he said, his voice dripping with sweetness. “You’ll be sorry you did.”
He put his mouth on my chest and sought out my nipple. He bit it, right through the flimsy lace of my bra and into the sensitive skin. I bucked my hips against him and I saw stars. I rubbed against his crotch with panting breaths and it made him laugh out loud.
“Good girl,” he said darkly. “Put your hands behind your back, cross them at the wrists.”
I obeyed blindly, my breaths getting heavier and deeper. I awaited my next instruction, but all he did was lean back comfortably against the car seat. I could feel the vibrations of the ride in my pussy, making me want to grind on him more. I wanted to soak his fucking pants, punish him for what he was doing to me, but I had a feeling the dirty jackass would like it.
“Come for me,” he said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it in the end. I moved my hips tentatively, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. I moaned in his ear as I rode his crotch, his rock hard cock pressing against my belly. I felt his fingers reaching up and he slipped his blazer off me. The blouse was next and I moaned as he pulled it over my head, exposing my body in just lingerie with the pencil skirt wrapped around my waist. My pink cotton panties were soaked, and I was wearing a pretty black lace bra, but they didn’t match at all. I didn’t have a spare moment to worry about it though, because in one swift movement he’d reached behind my back, undone my bra and it was flung to one side. My hands flew to my chest to shield it from his eyes, but he pried them away from me.
“Behind your back,” he reminded me. “And I told you to fucking come for me.”
As I clasped my hands behind my back, his hands went to my panties, and when he tore them apart and ripped them away from me I swear I almost came.
My breaths were ragged. My heart racing way too fast. I hated him. I wanted to scratch at his too-handsome-to-exist face. I wanted to humiliate him just like he was doing to me. He tipped my chin back when I tried to lean on his shoulder again, making me look into his eyes.
“Too late to be shy, Pet,” he told me with a grin.
He bounced me on his knee and I moaned, my little tits pushing into his face. I felt embarrassed as fuck, embarrassed about how wet I was, about the less than impressive size of my boobs, about the fact that I was so exposed and he was so… in control. Embarrassed about the need deep inside to submit to this man I’d barely just met.
I started grinding on his lap, anything to get that little bit of friction that could set me off in a single fucking minute. My pussy burned as I rubbed it against the expensive fabric of his trousers, ruining them with the wetness that was dripping from my cunt. I forgot to be embarrassed. I just focused on the feeling, on the hardness of his cock on my bare skin, on the way he let a groan slip out here and there as I rode him.