This story was written as a personal one for a vey special lady in my life. My slut. I asked her if I could share it with everyone here and she said she would be honoured. So if after having read it you realise you have enjoyed it then it's all thanks to her.
She knows who she is and what she does to me and how I feel about her...........
I call to collect you from your house, having already made sure I left you instructions on how to dress for me today. Short, tight skirt, hold up stockings, high, spiked heels, tight top, no bra and panties and a little leather jacket. I wait in the car for you so I can watch you walk to me, swaying as you do, looking so damn hot it's untrue, then I get out of the car, come round to the passenger side, open the door and help you into the car, getting a good look up your skirt as I do. Good, I see you haven't shaved for a day or two and your pussy looks a little hairy. I like to see that you can follow instructions.
I close the door as you get comfortable, then get back in the car and close my door, start the engine, then pull away from the kerb. As we drive I look at you and am pleased to see that you have remembered what you are supposed to do as we drive along. As I watch I see you slide a little further down in your seat, slide your skirt up and lazily start to toy with your cunt, the smell of which permeates the car. God, you smell so good down there.
I pull up at a traffic light and look past you at the woman in the car next to us, motioning with my head for her to take a look into my car. She does and her eyes go as wide as saucers when she sees exactly what you're doing. I tell you to look at her, smile, then lick your fingers clean and I am delighted when I see you obey without question. The woman's face goes almost as red as her car as she watches you and I can see her squirm in her seat slightly, obviously uncomfortably excited by your little show. Both hers and my car windows are down so I instruct you to dip a finger in your wet cunt and offer it to her out of the window, just to see her reaction. You do as commanded, and it really comes as no surprise when she leans out of her car window slightly and sucks your finger into her mouth, her eyes seeming to glaze over as she does so.
I call across to her that there's more where that came from if she wants to follow us. The smile on her face would seem to be all the answer we need as she pulls across to fall in line with my car as the lights change. It's not far to where we're going and when we get there I pull my car off the road and look in the mirror and watch as she pulls up behind us. I get out of the car and come round to your side to help you from the car, your legs look so good as you swing them out of the car and stand up. I tell you again, as I do so often how good you look and how sexy you are and how proud I am that you want to be with me. You just smile and lean across and kiss me, telling me you feel the same.
The woman behind us gets out of her car and looks a little awkward as we go to her. I offer my hand and introduce myself, then introduce you as my lady. She smiles, seemingly a little more at ease as she tells us her name.
I ask her if she's comfortable to be with us, even though she has no idea, which for that matter, neither do you, what's about to happen. She nods her head and shyly says that as long as she gets more of what she had at the lights then she's more than happy. I look at you and see the smile on your face. Obviously I have chosen well for she seems to meet your approval too. I lead the way, with you on my arm and her following slightly behind, to the door in the building in front of us. There are no windows or signs outside but the look of trust on your face re-assures me that you're ok. I open the door and stand back to let you and her enter, then follow you, closing the door behind me.
Inside the building is what appears to be a little office space. We go into it and sitting behind a desk is a young woman. She looks to be in her mid twenties; her hair is cut quite short and has a blue tint that matches her eyes. Her arms are decorated with tattoos and she wears blue jeans, a halter top and knee high, high heeled boots. She smiles at me and asks if I'm ok. I reply that I am and that we're here for your appointment. She smiles at you and introduces herself to you, then does the same to the woman with us. Finally I look at her. She seems to be about 40 years old, with long, blonde hair and grey eyes. She is wearing a sundress and sandals and actually looks quite calm about things so far.