A Taxing Treat

We, the three of us, were all crammed into a single car. You of course are at the wheel, always has been that way for nearly everything between us, you guiding the hand. Not that I ever minded; I like being treated like I couldn't choose for myself. I am in the back seat, as was requested by you so I could make sure that the other woman in the car would have at least some company. I didn't find it too odd of a request and just complied to the request. I had taken seat to the back right side of the small car.

If I wanted to I could look up and see your eyes in the rearview mirror - at first I felt it strange you hadn't angled it in a different way other than to look at me. But it never really bothered me to pester you about paying attention to the road, being the safe driver you always have been. It wasn't until I felt her touch to my inner thigh, it had been out of the air, my gaze entrapped from looking out the window and then suddenly I looked down at the hand massaging me gently.

I redirected my eyes to the face of the woman; her gaze was off in front of her, as if she enjoyed looking at the back of your head, but she must of felt my eyes on her. She turned her head and with a sly smile accompanied with a wink. In slight confusion at her gesture I looked to the rearview mirror to your eyes, only to get the same wink from you. It was then that I understood why you had that mirror on me, you wanted to at least see my facial reactions to what this woman would do to me.

Can admit that the fact of the situation aroused me, that even if another vehicle were to pass by they could see anything since we rode so close to the ground. In a panted breath I could feel the hand glide up to the crotch of my jeans to lightly draw her finger up to the quickly swelling flesh under it. I swallowed hard in anticipation, the saliva that slid down my throat didn't pacify the butterflies in my gut, And especially not even the feeling of a tug on my zipper.

I heard the rhythmic pull of the zipper, I leaned my head back before the hand would even reach in and sneak about without any waste of time to grab hold of my hardening cock. Though the hold was merely to secure the position for a moment for she took back her fingers to tease at the edges of my member, I could tell she had done this before, though what was brought to my attention is that you had not told her how to manipulate me. It wasn't long at all until she had pulled my now completely hard penis from its concealment and into the open air.

She enveloped her hand around the base of my cock and began to pump it with long and smooth strokes making sure to cover every inch of its length with her fingers. I longed for even more; for your touch, your hand, those digits that could bring me to my knees in an instant. But I knew you just wanted to see me in the throws of pleasure, but how much, I didn't know yet, but my longing for more was snapped to attention as I felt the woman's lips wrap about the head.

My eyes opened once more to gaze down at the back of the head of the beauty that was taking in the length of my cock into her mouth. I resisted the slight urge to thrust up into her mouth and just fuck it outright for she insisted with her every movement that she go rather slow during the first pull in. I could feel her marksman tongue tantalize at the flesh, it was inevitable for me to let off soft moans in the pure erotic pleasure leaving my mistress to drive the car… I could only wish that she would stop and join us. As soon as the tip had reached into her throat as far as she could possibly get it she then allowed for a faster pace.

Her head bobbed up and down quickly every once in a while pulling off to lick over the head. A constant supply of moans rose from me to encourage her, not wanting to disappoint you in this show you had obviously set up. As I had reached the stage of just wanting to cum, not caring where just that it had to happen soon, she pulled off me. She had felt the twinge and lifted off me, I gave her my most pleading of expressions… you know this one well enough… and she merely shrugged it off and took her seat once more.

I had thought that I wouldn't be allowed to get off, but as I was about to zip up my jeans once more, I saw her arch her back up and slip out of her tight pants with a gracious ease. It was an amazing thing to see… almost looked impossible for any one to do that. I was dumbfounded though, I had not figured my mistress would allow me to enter another woman, and yet here one was pulling me chosen by you to then straddle my lap looking at me.

Not moving I looked up to her wondering slightly how the conversation between my mistress and her had went but that quickly subsides when she just smiles that devilish smile once more and began to feel up her own sides. Touching lightly at the t-shirt covering her upper body teasing herself I knew that, but as well as me, she felt at the under cleft of her breasts and then over to pinch at her hardening nipples.

I let off only a whimper and she giggled at me, I felt so used at that point, but that was until she let a hand go between us and take hold of my dick and impale herself in one quick movement. A gasp from me made her smile and kiss my nose, but she didn't move, didn't even lift herself again or grind against me. I was buried and left there deep in her wet pussy that had obviously enjoyed the oral tempting I had been through.

Her hand found its way to my chest and then to slid its way down my body feeling at the ridges made by my shirt, as it reached the juncture between us it broke from my body and went to her slit. It dug down and I knew she went for her clit, its not that hard to figure out, but she began to finger it quickly. I could see the suppression in her face as well as the tension in her body trying to give out and just start fucking me without restraint.

I groaned softly and tried to thrust up into her, and all I got was a glare from her so I retracted my hips once more to let her continue her work. It was horrible, nearly worse then anything you have put me through, and yet I enjoyed every moment of it, every spasm of the muscles encircling my cock as she operated her clit. It actually wasn't that long until she nearly just started to convulse on top of me, the muscles that had just been having slight spasms outright did a death grip on my poor member. I gasped at it, nearly driving pain through my system.

She didn't stop though instead she gave up the physical restraint and began to buck on me, I saw this as a time that I was allow to grind back against her. Her hands came up to rest on my shoulders and for a slight grip; I could smell the aroma of her juices that drip from the fingers of her right hand. They were just as intoxicating as yours had been for me, I found myself liking them.

Since I had already been brought near the edge recently I wasn't able to hold out for too long. Though she understood that, being the reason she had let herself reach climax before even letting me get any satisfaction. I gave her a few last thrusts accompanied with a stuttered serious of grunts and groans that finally led to the erratic jerking of my dick inside her - "cuming" for all it was worth.

I got the idea that I was allowed to kiss her. Hanging onto a hope, for that's what I wanted at this point, so I leaned up and did so. She pushes me back with still locked lips slipping her tongue to meet my mouth in a furious as well as passionate gesture. It wasn't until we heard you warn us about being close to our destination and that we should consider getting into more appropriate attire.