I was leaving the bar with a perfect stranger. Not just a stranger, but a man old enough to be my father. A man I'd let touch me in the coat room. I'd acted like a slut and begged to cum. He'd given me orders and I followed them without question.
And I'd had the strongest orgasm of my life because of it.
Which is why I was now breaking the #1 rule of life. The rule my parents drilled into me as soon as I was old enough to walk. Never get in a car with a stranger. I smiled to myself. I'd probably be breaking a lot of rules my parents had taught me tonight.
He opened the passenger door to his black Lexus. As I sat back into the leather seat, my skirt rode up. I saw his eyes devour the pale flesh above my black stockings. I let my legs part as I swung them into the car. The air made the already wet silk cold against my skin.
When he got in, I spoke the thought that had been growing in my mind, "I don't even know your name!"
He didn't answer, taking time to start the car. It was a good minute or two before he responded. As we merged onto the highway he answered, "My name doesn't matter. Nor does yours. I will refer to you as cunt, whore, slut, or whatever strikes my fancy. You may call me sir." He glanced over at me, "Now unbutton that blouse. I've been dying to see those tits of yours."
The words "cunt" and "whore" shocked my senses. "Slut" was common, easy. My well-ingrained reaction to these words had always been to say "fuck off" to the horny jerks who would use them. But when he said them, I felt sensual and sexy, not trashy.
"Now," was all he said to indicate he was still waiting for me to respond to his order.
I slid my hands up the delicate satin to the top button. I fumbled for a moment, my eyes trained on his face. I had to untuck my blouse to reach the final button. I waited until he glanced over from the road to part my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. I was glad I'd worn my sexy black lace bra. It presented my tits perfectly, barely concealing my stiff nipples. I felt his eyes slide over my creamy curves and I shivered.
He looked up, meeting my stare. "Pull your tits up and out of the bra, but don't take the bra off." He looked back at the road as he smoothly changed lanes.
I slid my right hand down inside my left bra cup and lifted the firm globe out of the lacey cup. I did the same with my other breast. The shifted bra pushed them unnaturally high. My rosy nipples pulled on the surrounding skin as they struggled to extend further.
Eager for his attention I said, "Like this?" He looked over again, but at my eyes. He held them there to show me I couldn't dictate where his eyes would go. My breathing deepened as I waited for him to look at my exposed body. Finally, his eyes traveled down to my bare tits. I pulled my shoulders back, sticking my chest out further.
"Now play with your tits. Show me what a naughty little cunt you are." His aggressive words made my thighs grow hot. I wrapped my hands around the soft mounds and squeezed them. I stroked my thumbs gently over my hard nipples. A moan escaped my lips as I touched the sensitive nubs. My tits had always been my most powerful erogenous zone. Now, sitting in a strange man's car and touching myself for him, I thought I might be able to orgasm just from this.
The nameless man beside me laughed at my reaction. "You are a horny slut aren't you?" I noticed a bulge forming in his pants. "Pinch your nipples. Twist them. They'll need to get used to rough treatment."
I did as I was told - pulling, squeezing, rolling between my fingertips. I followed his gaze to see he was watching my hips rock. I hadn't even realized I was doing that.
"Push your skirt up to your hips." My panties were now in view, set off by my pale thighs and lace-trimmed black stockings.
"Pull your panties to the side and show me your beautiful cunt." I felt the dampness on my fingers as I pulled the sheer material aside. I started to rub my clit.
"Did I tell you to touch your cunt?
