My shower was a surreal experience. As I stood under the hot water, rinsing off the thin layer of dried cum I didn't manage to scoop up earlier, I realized I was no longer my own person. I belonged to someone else now, completely and totally. It was a strange thought to have. I was still mercilessly horny, but the soreness emanating from my pussy stopped me from masturbating. The shower took a while, as I still had a ton of cum in my hair. When I got out and walked into my room there were clothes laid out for me. I didn't have a lot of slutty clothes, but Klay had done his best to make me look like a slut. He had taken one of my tank tops and ripped it to make exceedingly low cut. He had also laid out my shortest skirt, a pair of fishnets and my highest pair of high heels. He had left a note telling my to do my make-up like a whore, and then meet him in his car. When I was finally ready I checked myself out in the mirror. My top showed cleavage halfway down my breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric. From behind, you could see the bottom of my ass and if you were on the stairs behind you could see my pussy. That plus bright lipstick, blue eyeshadow, and thick eyeliner made me looked like a total whore. I grabbed my purse and headed to the door. Alvin was in the hall, returning from the bathroom when I left. He took one look at me and started to bawl and he ran into his room. My heart broke. I turned to chase after him and comfort him, but the horn from outside cut me off. Again, my inner slut won and turned to go the car.
Klay was sitting in the driver's seat of my car, puffing on a cigar. I coughed as I climbed in. I hated cigarettes. His erect cock was out. I didn't need the order. I pulled my straps down my arms, letting my tits fall out. As he started the car, I bent over took him in my mouth. I still struggled to fit him in. My mouth was stretched out. We pulled out of the driveway and started down the street. I didn't know where we were going, but it didn't matter. Wherever we were wasn't important if I was pleasing him and getting to use his magnificent cock. The car was exciting. I was hidden while bent over, but the fact that anyone could hypothetically was very stimulating. Bits of cigar ash were falling on me, but I paid it no mind. I bobbed up down his shaft, swirling my tongue and slurping hungrily. He drove like nothing was happening. I pulled him out of my mouth and used my tongue to flick the tip. His shaft was red with lipstick. No reaction besides a squirt of precum. I licked it up and resume sucking. He was purposefully ashing his cigar on my head. I kept sucking. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I would not break in purpose.
Soon we pulled into a liquor store parking lot. While it may have hard to notice what was happening while we drove, sitting in the parking lot it was painfully obvious. Klay had parked right in front of the door, so everyone would walk by. I redoubled my efforts. I was embarrassed. He just put his seat back and relaxed, puffing idly. People were staring. I started to jerk him off with hands as I sucked. My eyes watering as I pulled him deeper. A group of high school kids were taking pictures. I recognized them. Alvin's class-mates. I used one hand to massage Klay's balls. Mercifully he eventually straightened, cock swelling deep in my throat and came. Burst after burst I swallowed, but eventually I coughed, pulling off. The next jet hit my eye, and another sprayed across my face. Thankfully that was it. I went to scrape into my mouth, but he grabbed my arm roughly.
"No, leave it. Now go buy me some beer," he released me. I pulled up my top and got out. My face was burning. Two fat strands of cum were stuck to face. I hurried in. The clerk stared. I hurried out. Klay drove home quickly and sent me to make dinner. He went to living room, turned on the T.V., and drank his beer.
Dinner was in the living room. I would always let Alvin have the big, comfy recliner when it was just us, but that was Klay's chair now. He sat there regally while, Alvin huddled in the corner of the smaller chair that had been mine. I walked in carrying three portions of my lasagna. I handed Klay the big serving then one to Alvin.
