The Road Trip Ch. 02

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I drift awake after a bit and stretch, “Are we there yet?” You tell me how much longer we have to go and I put myself back together. Breasts back in the bra, t-shirt back on, you stop me before I fix my panties and pull down my skirt. You demand payment for me teasing you earlier-actually a down payment before we get to our hotel and you can really collect from me.

You tell me to get out your cock, then dip my fingers into my dripping cunt to get them slick with my juices, and stroke and tease your cock the rest of the way. I shudder at your strict voice and filthy words. When I comment on it you reply, “Filthy words for my filthy girl” and I whimper. I do exactly as you say, taking off my seat belt, reaching over to undo your belt and slacks, and pulling out your cock. I drag the fingers of both hands through my still wet pussy, then get on my knees on my seat to lean over, place both wet hands on your shaft, and stroke your cock. We both groan, and I gently stroke up and down. I grip tighter at the base and twist around the head bahis firmaları of your cock, thumb edging the ridge. My other hand moves to your balls, cupping, tracing, twisting, tugging. I pay attention to every tiny reaction you have as I continue, determined to become an expert of your thick cock.

With twenty minutes to go you tell me to add my mouth, lips, and tongue; you remind me to be careful because I wasn’t wrong about you cumming while driving, but you need my mouth on you right now. I lay my stomach across the center console armrest and get my face right next to your dick and breathe on it with hot breath. I know you’re going to punish me at the hotel so right now I need to worship your cock. Your cock and balls become the center of my universe as I lean down to trace a design across your balls with my tongue. I kiss them all over, sticking my tongue out between my lips as I do. I pull one, than the other, into my hot, wet mouth, sucking them. I love how they taste and I moan around them. I release them and start kissing kaçak iddaa up and down your shaft, licking occasionally. I lose myself in the taste and the feel of your hard cock.

In this position, with my head in your lap, your cock is the only thing in the world. I lick over it in short stabs, waiting again for any reaction you give me. I feel your arm inching down my back to my ass. You give me a quick slap and I jerk, then groan. You dip one finger into my pussy and pull it out, coating my rosebud and I shudder. You do it again, then gently push your finger in, just up to the knuckle. I whimper and push back against the intruding finger, wanting more. You chuckle and pull it out of me quickly. I cry out in frustration and you remind me of the job I’m supposed to be doing. I lap at your dick again, this time long strokes around and around. I press the flat of my tongue against the head and slap it. The sound fills up the car and I hear you growl. I giggle softly then pull just the head of your cock into my mouth. I suck and suck kaçak bahis on it, drunk on the combination of pre-cum and power I have.

The GPS starts directing us to the hotel and you make me stop. I whimper as you pull your cock away from me and tell me to fix us both up so we can pretend to be respectable when we check in. I give your cock a quick kiss and tuck it back into your underwear, fastening your slacks and redoing your belt. I remember to fasten a few more buttons on your shirt and pull the tie free, folding it up and sticking it in a skirt pocket. We pull into a parking space and once our seat belts are off you pull me against you, hard and fast. You kiss me and your tongue invades my mouth. I moan into you and as we pull away you bite my bottom lip. You pop the trunk and jump out of the car. I shake myself free of your spell and grab my bag, and any trash we accumulated on the drive, jumping out to join you. You grumble at me when I try to take my small suitcase and grab both yours and mine. I shut the trunk and we walk into the lobby. While we make small talk with the concierge I wander over to grab us complimentary coffee and cookies. As they hand you our key cards and wish us a nice stay we head to the elevator and up to our room.

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