You receive a call in the evening confirming your appointment, and you have one hour to prepare and thirty minutes to travel. No names are mentioned but you know it's him, and you know she'll be there, too. A rush of expectant lust wells up in you as you step into the shower. You've been hungering for this so intensely, and now the time has come, and your heart jumps at the though of what might happen between us three. The warm water strikes you heavily and trails over your face and your breasts and down between your legs, and every sensation is heightened by your eagerness for the night ahead.
Carefully you dry yourself, and dress just as he has instructed, slipping on black, fine-meshed fishnet stockings and a black lace garter, a flowing, black, ankle-length skirt, and a black tube top and a loose-fitting black blouse, and low, broad heels - and you are to wear no panties or bra underneath.
The fresh memory of his words smolders in your ears as you step into your car and start the engine. As you drive, you obediently part your legs and slip your hand beneath the elastic of your waistband to toy with your moist folds, slowly provoking that gathering ache into a distinct and powerful yearning to be touched, to be commanded, to be restrained and controlled, to be teased and tormented, to be used at our whims as a delicious plaything, and to feel that explosive ecstasy surging up within you and rupturing your consciousness into a convulsive frenzy.
Your nectar is slick and warm on your fingers, and you dutifully work that naughty little cunt up as close as you can to the very brink at each stoplight, but at the same time being very respectfully cautious to keep yourself from actually cumming until his cock is buried deep up in you. As you pass into the entrance to the freeway, you slip your hand out and raise it discreetly to your lips to taste that heady liquor of passion on your fingers. The sweet musk is intoxicating, and you desire all the more fervently to taste hers as well, to be allowed by her to lick between her spread thighs and to be permitted to feel her hard clit under your lapping tongue.
The road slips away under your splayed and slippery little slit as you finger it once more, and you are nearly overpowered several times by your fiercely enflamed need to cum, but not quite... your deep inner strength, and your desire to remain our honorably compliant little strumpet - and the knowledge that your reward will be that soon, when you have been given our consent, your quivering peak will be ever so much more intense – all combine to allow you to withstand the urgent temptation. At long last, the exit approaches and you are nearly distracted from it, and your heavy breath forms profane expressions as you declare to yourself your fiery desire for release. As your foot presses the brake to hold you at the light, you glance around to make certain that you're unobserved, and you jill that sweetly flowing cleft and diddle your swollen clit hard, and your other hand strays into your blouse and beneath your tube top to tweak your favorite and most sensitive nipple. You're so close to cumming now, and you want so badly to just slip your middle and ring fingers all the way up inside and finger fuck that harlot cunt deliciously off, and you briefly plunge your fingers deep in that frothy tightness before the light turns and you slip them out as you make the turn, screaming your sweet frustration and hovering delicately on the verge of that blissful precipice.
You follow his clear directions, concentrating with difficulty, and you pull your car into a space at the inland side of the coastal park, where the empty walkways meander through the lawns between scattered lampposts and along the concrete railings at the top of a rise overlooking the faintly moonlit ocean. Together two shapes appear a little distance before you, male and female walking close together, and they draw nearer in the darkness and then part with her moving to your right and him to your left. He's wearing black pants under a black t-shirt and a long black coat flecked sparsely with white, and carrying a small satchel, and she's in a black cotton robe over a black halter-top and a long black skirt. Her dark hair hangs in a very long braid down past her waistline. We gesture for you to unlock the doors, and we both enter and immediately lean in close and kiss you in turn and lick and bite the sides of your neck and run our hands all over you, telling you what a good little trollop you are to have gotten here so punctually.
He asks in a quiet and authoritative tone, "Have you been a good girl and masturbated right to the point of getting that hot little cunt off as you drove to meet us here?"
