He and She

she had never met HIM, only gotten text messages – What was she doing? What was she wearing? How high were the heels on her shoes? When was the last time she'd masturbated? Had she allowed herself to cum, or had she stopped as instructed? Was she using a vibrator or her fingers? Was she wearing the nipple and clit clamps HE had sent her? Had she shaved her pussy, as instructed? Endless questions and demands. How to wear her hair, makeup, clothes, perfume. HE controlled everything in her life, and tonight she would finally meet HIM.

she was instructed to be in a specific deserted parking lot by sunset, alone. she was also instructed to bathe thoroughly, shave closely, use HIS favorite perfume sparingly, use a light hand with her makeup and make certain her waist–length, dark auburn hair was clean and loose. As she checked her appearance in the mirror, she saw an attractive young woman, hazel eyes glittering with the beginnings of arousal, her hair waving about her shoulders, the buttons of her crocheted vest straining across her heavy breasts, nipple clamps in place on her turgid nipples, making them more sensitive and harder the longer they were on. her eyes traveled down her body, checking the hem of her pleated skirt, the thigh–high suede boots with their 3½" heels and thought to herself, "Typical slutwear." Even so, her pussy was already wet, and the clit clamp slipped easily into place, and made her even more horney. she grabbed a trench coat for the ride to meet HIM, got in her car, and drove away, trying to gauge her trip so she would be early, but not too early. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach –– she'd never done anything remotely like this.

Those butterflies intensified as she arrived at the meeting place, hoping to be early, but seeing HIS car and the last hope that it just looked like HIS car evaporating as she read the license plate. she parked next to HIM in the empty lot, and got out of her car, removing her coat as she eased from her seat, locked the doors and walked calmly to meet HIM, handing HIM her keys. HE was older than she thought HE would be, but was still a handsome, fit man: snow white hair, tanned complexion, tall, broad–shouldered, narrow–waisted, and casually well–dressed. HE held out HIS hand to take hers and pulled her to HIM in a light embrace, kissing her in welcome. HE could feel her tremble slightly as HE placed HIS hand in the small of her back to guide her to the passenger side of HIS car, carefully placed her in her seat and walked back around to the driver's side.

As HE drove away from her car, HE commanded her to unbutton her vest and pull it away from her breasts so HE could see them and to move her feet apart so HE could check whether or not the clit clamp was on. While driving slowly down the road, HE stroked her hair, brushed the velvety skin of her throat with his knuckle, tweaked her nipple clamps and squeezed her breasts, HIS eyes always staying on the road as HIS hand explored her lush body. HIS cool fingers slid beneath the hem of her skirt and brushed across her upper thighs and across her belly, and she twitched slightly with nerves. HIS fingers slid down to her pussy, checking for the clamp and drifting across her swollen clit, making it throb heavily and nearly pushing her into her first orgasm of the night. HE looked sharply at her and sternly reminded her that she was allowed to cum only when HE gave her permission. Any failure on her part, HE reminded her, would be punished. she swallowed nervously and nodded her understanding.

As dark descended, HE pulled off the road onto a siding for 18–wheelers, a beautiful little landscaped rest spot just off the interstate where drivers could take a break, stretch, walk, rest and relax during the long hauls. HE pulled into position at the far end of the siding almost up to where it rejoined the interstate, turned off the engine and turned on the parking and inside lights of the car as he opened the convertible top. They sat in the early autumn darkness, the cool breeze drifting into the car and teasing her already–tight nipples and cooling her hot pussy as it wafted by, raising goosebumps in a delicious combination of arousal and chill. HE pulled her to HIM across the seat and plunged three of HIS fingers into her pussy as HE kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue and biting her lips, HIS thumb always on her clit as HE finger–fucked her. her hand drifted to HIS cock, and stroked it through HIS trousers, tracing the hard bulge she found there, gripping and releasing HIM as HE continued to finger her. HIS lips traced down her neck and HE nibbled her collarbone, HIS tongue lapping gently against her throat, and back up to nibble her ears. The hand that wasn't fingering her sopping wet pussy were squeezing, pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples and breasts, exploring her body as though she was property, testing and retesting her responses to HIS touch.

she had lost all sense of time, lost all thought or awareness of anything but HIM, and when HE released her, she blinked owlishly, and saw there were several men standing around HIS car, watching HIM play with her body, their eyes greedily taking in her breasts, and pussy and swollen lips, running their tongues across dry lips, wishing they could just have a single touch or taste of her, wishing she belonged to one of them, even for a moment. As HE raised his head from her nipple, HE also noticed the audience, and smiled at them, commenting and asking if they had ever seen such beautiful breasts, such a dripping pussy, such a hot, throbbing clit. The drivers all were silent, struck dumb with lust at the sight of HIM finger–fucking her, teasing her clit, squeezing her nipples while she writhed helplessly in the seat next to him: bare–breasted except for the clamps, legs as wide as she could splay them within the confines of the car, hips humping and grinding trying to get more friction from HIS fingers, and yet gripping the door handle with one hand in a death grip in order to keep from cumming without permission, her other hand still in HIS crotch, stroking, and gripping, all in a delicious agony of arousal.

Suddenly, HE stopped HIS reconnaissance of her body, and looked at all the men around them, and asked, as HE removed the nipple clamps and clit clamp, if anyone else would like to squeeze her breasts, finger–fuck her themselves. Two drivers came forward, one an older man, the other young. The young man continued the ministrations to her pussy, pounding his fingers into her wet hole while keeping his thumb rubbing her clit with every stroke, pushing and retreating, stroking and circling, as she moaned with lust, thinking of nothing to say except, "please." "Please" let her cum, "please" don't stop, "please" squeeze and twist her nipples harder. "Please."

At a motion from HIM, the drivers stopped what they were doing to her, and HE ordered her out of the car. HE got out and walked around the back of the car, motioning to her to come to him, where HE put the nipple clamps back on her tender, abused nipples, bent her over the car, flipped up her skirt and invited the younger of the drivers to fuck her, doggie-style, as hard and as long as he wanted. There was no need to ask a second time. The young driver unzipped his jeans, which had long since become uncomfortably tight, and slid his swollen cock into her dripping pussy, pounding against her naked ass, balls slapping against her clit, as HE continued to torture her nipples with the clamps. The young driver came with a groan and a sigh, sagging over her and pinning her to the car.

HE motioned the young man aside, and offered her to the older driver, who had long since taken his thick cock in hand and had been stroking as he watched them, varying the speed from furious to slow, squeezing and releasing, desperate to make himself last until he could have her. The older man stepped into place and rammed into her, balls deep, thrusting and grinding, slapping her ass until her nether cheeks were a bright, rosy red, and then finally allowed himself to cum with jet after jet of spunk flooding her pussy until it oozed out of her cunt and ran down her legs and into her high-heeled boots.

HE allowed all who desired to fuck her as many times as they had jizm to shoot into her cuney-hole –– her cherry asshole was forbidden to any but HIM; HE stood to one side, calmly watching the drivers and HIS initiate, making sure she was worked well, but safe. HIS reward would come later, when she was no longer filthy from other men's cum and defiled by their touch. Tonight was about her initiation.

After all the drivers had hobbled away to their rigs, too spent to get up another erection or move any faster, HE gently seated her in the car, then walked around to sit next to her. HE pulled away the nipple clamps and softly massaged her nipples and breasts, gently stroked her labia, and leaned in to kiss her softly as his thumb circled and stroked and pressed her clit, HIS fingers in her pussy, pounding into her as HE had hours earlier. HE watched her struggle between the desire to please him and the deep need to cum. her hips bucked helplessly into the cool night air, breasts jiggling and swaying as she thrashed in the car seat, her head twisting side to side, desperately wanting that release but afraid to ask for permission. And at last HE said, "Cum" and HE sat back and watched.