Public Humiliation
Keywords: Humiliation, Public,
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As I sat up and adjusted my clothing a little – my top had slipped down, exposing the top of my breasts, almost to the nipple – he pushed his stiff cock back inside his boxers, then took a moment before he zipped his fly up. Turning to face me, he didn't say a word, just brought his face close to mine and gave me a deep, electrifying, kiss, which I returned, with hunger.
He then sat round, turned the key in the ignition and began to pull away. I looked out of the window as we drove out of the car park and I remember thinking, 'If only those people knew.' I wanted them to know I had no underwear on; I wanted them to know I had just sucked his cock and I wanted them to know that we were driving off somewhere unknown to me, to fuck.
We got out onto the open road and I began squirming in my seat, enjoying my nakedness beneath my skirt, when his hand went to my top. He gave my breasts a squeeze, before gently flicking at my nipples, making me gasp. The need deep within me was growing stronger by the minute. He seemed to sense this and put his hand up inside my top, running it over my naked skin, until he found my bare breast. The feeling of his strong, masculine hands caressing and squeezing me was exquisite, but still not enough to sate my need – it merely heightened it.
I looked at him and he smiled at me, the smile that turns my insides to jelly. I involuntarily gritted my teeth and widened my eyes, sending a signal to him that I needed to be fucked. He knew that anyway and never needs and cues, so his hand went straight to my knee. As his hand pushed higher I stretched out my legs and adjusted my position slightly. My breathing quickened as his fingers travelled up the inside of my thighs, prising them apart. I didn't resist as he reached my opening – I desperately needed him to touch my pussy. When he did I spread my legs further, encouraging his fingers to enter me.
We came to a roundabout and, instead of moving his hand away from me, he asked me to change gears, as he pushed the clutch in. We were perfectly co-ordinated and the gear changes went smoothly, down to second, back up into third, as he pulled away, then up into fourth as he accelerated down the road. The whole time he continued to stroke at my clit and opening with his fingers.
Once the car was in top gear he looked over at me again. "Lift your top up. I wanna see your tits." His tone held authority, but not aggression – that would come later. I did as asked, feeling naughty as I exposed my naked breasts. I felt certain the occupants of the cars travelling in the opposite direction could see me, but I didn't care, it added to my excitement.
We approached another roundabout and the gear changes were going as smoothly as before, that was until he pushed a finger inside me. It was a quick, jarring motion which made me flinch, but it felt so good. I missed third gear on the first attempt and had to work at the gear stick to get it in place. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow, as if to say, 'Get the gear changes right, woman!'
He finger fucked me as he drove, working my skirt further up my legs as he did so, exposing more of my naked body with each thrust.
I reached my hand over and began rubbing his cock through his jeans. I felt it grow and harden as I rubbed and I badly wanted to bend over and unzip him, taking him into my mouth again, but I was enjoying what he was doing to me so much, I stayed leaning back into my seat. Plus the fact it might have distracted him from his driving a little too much, I decided against it.
Another of his fingers joined the first, stretching me, fucking me hard. I moaned and writhed in the seat and my fingers went to my nipples, pinching and pulling at them. I felt so horny, sat in the front of the car, virtually naked. My top was up, over my tits and my skirt was up around my waist, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building inside me.
We were approaching a set of traffic lights and they were green. Part of me was willing them to turn red before we got there. I wanted to be seen. I wanted a lorry driver to look in the windscreen and see me naked and spread-eagled in the front of the car. I wanted him to see me in the throes of orgasm. That thought brought me even closer.
The lights did turn red. I looked at Jack and let out a naughty giggle. He didn't stop finger fucking me; he went at me even more vigorously, now he didn't have to concentrate on the road ahead. As I came I stared at him, but I imagined others staring at me as they drove by. His fingers pumped into me harder, harder, faster, faster and the orgasm tore through me. "Oh, fuck!" I cried out as the intense waves, which began deep within my cunt, radiated throughout my entire body. I threw my head back and bucked in my seat, screaming out in ecstasy, because he kept me held at that point for what seemed a very long time. He began to slow, bringing me down again as the lights changed. I was in no state to help him with the gear changes, so he swiftly removed his hand and did it himself.
"You ok, honey?"
I didn't reply, I couldn't, I was too breathless. I just gave him a very satisfied smile accompanied by a long blink.
"Not far now. Another couple of miles and we'll be there."
"Ok, but where is there?"
"You'll find out."
I settled back in my seat, leaving my clothing alone – I enjoyed the freedom of being virtually naked – and watched Jack drive. I find everything about him sexy, even the way he drives. I told him that a while ago and he laughed; he'd never considered his driving sexy before, but I assured him it was.
Jack indicated left then steered the car off the main road and onto a one lane track. I didn't feel quite as relaxed anymore and I sensed a shift in his attitude, too. His driving stiffened up, just a little, and he stopped glancing across at me. I realized he was going back into the zone. This excited me, but it also made me nervous. I swallowed hard and adjusted my clothes; I no longer felt so comfortable being nearly nude.
As we approached, then entered, the tree line the light faded and the atmosphere took on an eerie tone. Jack smiled at me, but it wasn't a comforting smile, it was a wicked, knowing smirk. I was going into the unknown, but while my nerves were getting the better of me, I didn't feel afraid. I was with Jack, and I trusted him – with my life, if necessary. He had a thrill in store for me, I realised that much, and I also sensed I'd be put through my paces.
Jack drove the car into a clearing and I was surprised, although not entirely shocked, to see another car already parked there. He parked up, right next to the other car, which was empty. I'd expected to see a man sat in there, most likely Jack's friend he'd spoken of, but there was nobody.
"Stay put," he said, as he climbed out. I looked all around, and could see nothing but trees.
I didn't notice Jack come around to my side of the car and I jumped and let out a yelp when he jerked my car door open. He leaned in, bringing his face close enough to mine to kiss, but I didn't expect him to. However, he did. He kissed me hard and brought his hand up to the back of my head. For a moment he stroked the back of my neck, and then rubbed his hand in my hair, caressing my head, gently. I gasped into his mouth when he grabbed a handful of hair, pulling my head back. "Out," was all he said as he pulled me from the car.
Adrenalin was streaming through my body and I was incredibly aroused as he dragged me to the bonnet. "Get over, slut," he growled at me, as he pushed me, face down, onto the bonnet.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed. The bonnet was fucking hot!
"Shut the fuck up."
He continued his hold on my hair as his other hand went to the backs of my legs. He shoved my skirt up, in one quick movement, and I just about heard him say, under his breath, something about a nice red ass.
I braced myself for a spanking, but it didn't happen, not right away. "Doesn't she look good?" I heard him say, in quite a loud voice.
"She sure does!" replied another man. His voice was vaguely familiar, and I guessed it was Chris right away.
I'd only ever spoken to him once, on the phone, and even then I'd barely been able to concentrate on what he was saying. Jack, the dirty bastard, had called him while he was fucking me. Seriously! He had me bent over, holding my ankles, and he phoned his best mate. He even got him to talk to me, as he slammed into me. I don't remember much of that conversation, but I do recall him saying, "You're enjoying that, aren't you, you dirty little bitch?" Of course, I had been. Jack fucked me hard and brought me to climax, while I was on the phone with his best mate – which had only added to the intensity of the orgasm.
So, here he was. Jack hadn't been kidding. I could barely contain my excitement, but I tried. I wanted to play along with their game, and not appear too eager.
Jack bent over and spoke in my ear, "What are you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I said, what are you?"
"A slut?"
"Correct! Whose slut?"
"Yours."
"Say it. Properly."
"I'm your dirty little slut."
"That's right, you are. You are my possession, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Louder!"
"YES!"
"You are mine and I can do whatever I want with you, can't I?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Of course I can! I can lend you to whoever I want, too, can't I?"
I nodded.
"Good." He pulled me up, then let go of me. "Turn around. Right, now strip."
When I turned I saw Chris standing there. Jack didn't even introduce me to him, but I'd guessed who it was. He didn't smile at me, he didn't do anything by way of greeting, he just stared at me, with hunger in his eyes.
"Get on with it!" Jack barked at me. I cast my eyes down, in a submissive gesture, and crossed my arms over, each hand taking hold of the hem of my top. I pulled it up, exposing my bare tits, and I was sure I heard both men sigh in approval. I yanked it over my head, then held it out in front of me, before dropping it to the ground.
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Keywords: Humiliation, Public,