Marty had regularly visited my home over the last 6 months. He seemed to wait patiently for my call and within a matter of minutes he would be standing naked in my kitchen awaiting his first instruction.
I’d had Marty doing a number of things for me like dressing up in my underwear and parading around the house with his swollen member poking out of my panties. I’d had him kiss and lick my entire body from head to toe, but I’d never let him have sex with me. I just used and abused his body for my personal pleasure.
Recently I’d started to get a little bored with our routine and have spent many hours planning and plotting what I’d do next with Marty. He was transfixed by now and I knew he’d deny me nothing. He was besotted and completely at my mercy.
Well, here it was Saturday again and this was the day I deemed as the start of our next new adventure together. I must admit that what I had planned was already making me tingle all over. Poor unsuspecting Marty had no idea what was install for him.
It was about 7am when I rang Marty. He instantly answered the phone. It was like he’d been sitting there just waiting for my call. I told him his instruction was slightly different today. I wanted him to arrive dressed in his bike shorts, t-shirt and runners and NO underwear, and that he had less than 10 minutes to be in my kitchen or I’d cancel the day.
I was already dressed in my black leather mini (no panties) and a red crop top and black sandals. I knew I looked very provocative.
Marty was in my kitchen in 5 minutes flat. A little disheveled, like he’d thrown his clothes on, but ready all the same. We did not often exchange words; it was more I making demands and Marty obeying them without question. “Today, Marty, we begin a new venture,” I told. “Yes Ma’am,” he immediately replied. He seemed almost breathless with anticipation. “Today we’re going out in the car,” I informed him. Marty’s eyes flew to search mine. He had a look of concern on his face. “A problem?” I asked. “No Ma’am,” he kind of stuttered.
We headed out my front door, as my car was parked in the street. Marty followed behind obediently. We both got into the car. Marty in the passenger seat and I was definitely driving. Slowly I left the curb and pulled out onto the road. We never spoke a word, as Marty wouldn’t dare speak without me first asking a question. I wasn’t ready yet to tell him what I had in store.
We drove, without speaking for over three hour, heading away from town out onto the open road. I knew exactly where I was heading, but poor Marty sat there in total silence just wondering. Before long we reached the outskirts of another town, our end destination. I drove into town, right up the center of the main shopping area. I began to slow, as I was searching for a car park. As I parked the car I spoke to Marty for the first time. “Have you ever been here before, Lil Boy?” “No, Ma’am, I don’t think so,” he replied. His eyes darting in every direction looking for a place that I might be taking him.
I told Marty to get out of the car, as I reached over into the back seat and grabbed out a large carry bag. We headed in the direction of the main plaza. I knew Marty would be feeling uncomfortable dressed in only bike shorts, as it accentuated the outline of his cock beneath. I could see his cock leaning to the left, firmly held in place by his tight bike shorts.
We entered the front sliding doors of the plaza and once inside I told Marty to wait for me. I quickly entered the Ladies Room and slipped into a cubicle. I reached into my large carry bag and dragged out the short black wig I’d packed earlier. I donned the wig, tucking my blonde hair up inside. From inside my small carry bag I grabbed out my make-up kit and applied quite dark eyeliner and a thick coating of mascara. I plastered my lips in a deep shade of red lipstick. I glanced around with the mirror making sure all my own hair was tucked tightly inside. I stepped out of the cubicle, washed my hands at the basin and quickly checked the wig again. Not a hair out of place! My god, I hardly recognized myself.
I left the ladies room and wandered in Marty’s direction. I knew he recognized me from my tarty attire, but the stunned look on his face, at my new appearance, was enough for me to realize that nobody would recognize me if I happened to stumble into someone I knew from home. “Follow me,” I said in a commanding voice. The tone of my voice and my slutty appearance attracted quite a few looks. Some looks of disgust from other women and looks of lusty from some of the local lads. I didn’t care a hoot what other women thought, as I was feeling confident and even a little horny already. I knew as I walked along the cheeks of my bottom would be almost popping out below the hem of my mini. But I didn’t care a damn. I didn’t want to cause such a spectacle that we would be arrested or asked to leave, I just wanted to have a bit of raunchy, naughty fun.
