Molly Ch 07 Filling In Public

We had left the changing room and courts behind us as I drove along the highway. North and out of town. For what Molly and I both wanted to happen we needed to be sure that no one would possibly see us. As we drove we each had one hand on each other's lap, mine occasionally massaging her diaper to make a satisfying crinkling noise, and hers every now and then pumping and squeezing to maintain a consistently semi cock in my pants.

I had opted, when we were getting dressed again back in the changing rooms, to forgo my underwear. Normally a dangerous move, but today I wanted as few layers as possible separating Molly from my cock.

Under my fingers I felt the texture change as Molly sighed a little. While one hand clenched the wheel pointing us further and further down the road, the other was feeling her release herself into the absorbent diaper that hugged her leaking pussy. Darting my eyes between the road, her diaper and her face, I saw a sign indicating a turn out 1 km ahead.

Molly's sighs became increasingly breathy under the weight of an approaching orgasm. Carefully managing both the damp diaper covering Molly's inflamed clit and the steering wheel, I pulled hastily off the freeway and put the car in park.

"Put your chair back and lay down princess," I directed. "Daddy needs to slide into your diaper."

Molly was happily obedient. She pulled the lever and pushed the chair back. "Like this, daddy?"

"Yes, just like that." I replied.

Momentarily my hand was inside her warm, wet diaper, my middle finger deep inside her slippery, wet pussy. She moaned and I worked my finger in and out of her hole. It was awkward in the front seat of the car, but when I looked around I noticed that we were alone in the turn off.

Molly had her track pants around her ankles, and was sitting in her t-shirt and a diaper. I pulled my hand out from her diaper, and said, "baby I want you to lay down in the back of the car so that daddy can see what you've done to your diaper."

She unhooked her feet from her track pants, leaving her wearing only her shirt, diaper and shoes. I opened the door as she did too, we both walked to the back of the car, and when I drew open the tailgate she instantly sat and gazed into my eyes cheekily, beggingly and said, "daddy, I think I need a minute, and then you'll need to really change me."

Her expression changed to one of concentration and bliss. She bit her lower lip again as I watched her squirming slightly. I knew what was happening as her diaper crinkled underneath her, and I imagined her mess spreading under her weight as she sat directly on the floor of the car's trunk.

After a moment, she moaned and said, "oh my god daddy, that feels so nice in my diaper. I know I'm not supposed to, but I like being your little girl."

I was as hard as a rock. There was no denying that I too was enjoying the absolute taboo of every last thing about the situation. My student was pretending to be my daughter, shitting herself in a stolen diaper on the side of the road. I watched in anticipation as she drew her hand down her shoulder, over her breast and towards her diaper. She slid it under the front and then deep into the filled messy diaper. With just the smallest dawb of brown mess on the end of her middle finger, the amount you might taste of whipped cream when you beat it, she slid her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.

"I'm messy, daddy. You need to change me." She said in a playful, demanding and bratty tone that immediately conjured images of me spanking her bare bottom.

"Baby, you don't get to tell daddy what to do." I say, fully committing to the role. "I'll get you all cleaned up, but then I'm going to have to spank your little bottom for that."

Molly smiled briefly before hiding it beneath her assumed role of controlled child.

I pulled her clean shirt over her head, leaving her once again naken save for her messy diaper.

"I want you to put your hand in there again princess, and smear a little bit of your mess on your nipples for daddy." I was now on autopilot, the drive towards each image in my head becoming a reality had made me throw all caution to the wind. I was no longer worried that we were parked on the side of a road, all I wanted was to taste Molly's fresh taint from her pert, taut flat chest.

She delicately covered her coin-sized erect nipples with a deep brown paste as I had told her to. I immediately lowered my mouth onto her right and then her left nipple, leaving absolutely no trace of her shit behind. I bit her left nipple teasing her while my hand found its way to her diaper which I pressed into her pussy and massaged until she moaned.

After a few more moans and hearing her breathy pants increasing, I stood up and pulled back the tabs on the side of the diaper. Pulling down the front revealed her damp, wet, light pussy hairs, and a small mashed up collection of scat. At this moment I had never seen anyone more beautiful or more vulnerable.

I dragged her forward towards me, leaving her bottom perched on the very edge of the floor of my car's trunk. One handed, I unbuttoned and lowered my pants and let my raging cock free.

"Baby, It's good that you made room in your bottom for daddy."

The tip of my cock pressed into the brown mess that lined her crack and Molly lifted her legs, and reached her hands around to spread her non-existent arse cheeks.

It was only a moment before I felt her arse hungrily accepting the head of my cock. I pushed deep into her, feeling my shaft being coated in her mess. As I slid in and out of her, listening to her combining pleasure and pain in her moans, I saw the brown mess around her combine with our sweat and juices.

Eventually Molly's arsehole relaxed into being owned and filled by my cock.

"Yes daddy, fuck my messy arse." Molly offered to encourage me. She was drawing circles around her own clit which was now as messy as everything else down there. When she came, she clenched her sphincter around my cock, sending a signal to me that it was time for me to shoot my load into her.

With one last thrust, I pushed as deep into her as I could and released my cum into her arsehole as she moaned again.

She was smiling. I was too, but we were both exhausted.

As I pulled my cock out of her she craned backwards to find her bag and ruffled around inside of it. She retrieved a canister of baby wipes and handed them to me. "Here you go daddy. I think we need to clean each other off now."

"That's right princess," I said. "You've made daddy's cock all messy too."

I delicately wiped her down, pressing the wipes into every crevice to remove as much of her mess as possible. Then she took the wipes and cleaned me off too.

Bundling the wipes in the diaper, I folded the diaper around and used the tabs to make it secure. Molly retrieved the last diaper from her bag.

"A fresh one for me to go home in?"

I happily obliged, wrapping a now clean Molly in a fresh diaper. She found her shirt and put it back on while I retrieved my pants. As I looked around, suddenly aware once again of our surroundings, I saw cars continue to drive past at 110 km an hour. Their driver's unaware of the debauchery that had happened beside them on the side of the road.

Molly walked around to the passenger side of the car and collected her track pants that had been left in the footwell. With them on she looked at me and broke her character. "Can you tell that I'm wearing a diaper, Mr. Holmes?"

"No Moll, you look perfect."