Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 2.4

“What a good, obedient, little,” I cut his words off with my own mouth, planting my lips onto his rough, hairy face, my tongue slipping into his mouth as my pussy rubbed up against the front of his jeans.

His hand found the back of my head as he tried to take control, grabbing my hair and giving it a slight tug as if he was saying, “good little slut.”

It was a struggle for control, a game of checkers with each trying to make a move to see who was on top. I would slip my hand under his shirt to tease his chest, he would reach a hand under my dress and start groping my ass, I would reach down and unzip his pants and pull out his cock, he unbuttoned the front of my dress and start sucking on my sensitive nipples. I thought I had finally taken control as I started rubbing my pussy all over his thick, hard cock until his hands gripped my waist and as I came up getting off on just rubbing myself on him, he pulled me just a bit higher just in time to ram me down on it.

“You’re not in control little girl, I am,” I looked up into his eyes, the shock of the sudden penetration sending shivers through my body that I thought I had cum from that alone.

“Yes, I am,” I slipped the dress off of my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of the truck, gripping his shoulders and began ridding him.

“Don’t, mmmm, you, mmph, see, I’m fucking you, not the other way around,” my fingers gripped tighter into his broad shoulders.

To my surprise he let go of my hips, laying his hands by his sides, letting me ride him for all that I was worth, “mmmm, not a bashful one I see, I would have been ok with you just proving you had no underwear on, even a fuck with you dressed, but you get off on this shit don’t you little girl?”

“Yes, I do, I love it, it feels so amazing!” My hands went up to start rubbing my tits as his cock slid in and out of my hot, dripping hole.

“Looks like your friend is pretty dirty, are you the good girl in the pair?” the guy asked Natalie, a large grin forming on her mouth, a line drawn in the ground for her to step over.

Her hand lay on his lap, teasing the bulge that had formed since the drive from the airport started, “no,” she slowly unzipped his pants, reaching into the opening and fishing out his cock, “I’m the dirtier one,” she looked up and smiled, “as far as I know anyways.”

I could see out of the corner of my eye, Natalie, leaning over, her head bobbing up and down on the driver’s lap. It was obvious exactly what she was doing, but my attention was quickly pulled back to my own man that I was riding. He lifted my right leg and turned me completely to face the door, his cock still buried completely inside of me I caught myself before falling forward form the sudden change in position. With a hand on my lap, he started to press down on me, I hadn’t realized this, but I hadn’t been taking his cock.

“Oh god, it’s so fucking big,” was all I could manage to say as he pushed down on my lap harder, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into me, filling me like few had done before.

I knew I had finally bottomed out when I felt the rough, warm denim of his jeans on my bare ass, the coldness of his zipper a shock as it touched my bare skin. I felt him reach between us and undo his belt, pulling it out so quickly that the edge felt like it burned my side. The sudden pain should have scared me but instead it turned me on even more as I imagined what he may do next with it. Tie it around my neck like a collar? Maybe he would spank my naughty ass with it, or have me bite down to stop me from screaming for whatever he was about to do next.

“Put your hands behind your back slut.”

I did what he told without question, his dick hitting the whatever you want sir button buried in my brain. I felt the leather wrap around my wrists, tightening as it restrained my arms behind my back. A tug on my hair made me look up towards the ceiling as his face got close to my ear.

“Well, if this is what you like, what a terrible guy I would be not to take you to the max,” with some strange squeaking that caused his cock to stir inside me, I felt the wind on my naked body.

He let go of my hair and as my vision leveled, I was greeted with an open window and cars passing by us. I was now completely exposed and as turned on as I was, some part of my mind still struggled with this public display, but my arms tied behind me back, my legs unable to really move me and being so deeply penetrated me, stopped from me covering myself at all. All I could do was close my eyes, like some childish idea that if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me.

“Ouch!” my eyes shot wide open as my right nipple was pinched hard and pulled on to the pint it hurt.

“Don’t close your eyes, what’s the fun in that,” he let go of my nipple and I got the message, closed eyes equaled punishment.

He pushed on my back so that my arms were laying on the window sill, his cock worming his way in deeper and touching new places as he positioned me. My arms rested on the window sill to keep me in place and now I was perfectly framed by the open window.

“Hey Drew, let’s have a little fun.”

The truck quickly sped up until we were right next to a semi and I could see the guy in the window and prayed that he wouldn’t look over at me. I froze, thinking that any movement would alert him and grab his attention.

Honk! Honk!

The driver laid on the horn, obviously trying to get his attention, all I could see was a dirty scowl on his face, obviously having a bad day from drivers honking at him before, but he didn’t turn to look to see where it was coming from.

Honk! Honk!

I watched as he looked into his side mirror but then looked towards me as if he was about to curse up a storm but got wide eyed, his mouth gaping open at a sight he wasn’t expecting.

“Well, don’t you have any manners little slut, smile and wave at the guy,” he slapped my ass for encouragement.

I did my best, shivering from my humiliation but managed to smile, giving a small wave as I did, not really sure what to do next. It was just so humiliating, it would have been embarrassing enough doing this clothed, but completely naked, at least he could only see me from my chest up.

“Now give him a little show,” he whispered, like he was worried that the guy could somehow hear him.

“I don’t understand, what do you want me to do.”

I felt my hands freed and like a puppet I was grabbed by my elbows, my left hand guided to my bare breasts, my other down to my filled pussy. I blushed at realizing that things just got more embarrassing as I understood that he wanted me to masturbate for him. I looked back to see him practically drooling as he watched me, the road thankfully empty at this time of night as we both drove down the long, straight highway.