We drive down the I25 to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. It's a three hour drive from Santa Fe and it's dark. Some friends are hosting a party at the hot springs tomorrow night. We decided to take my white 2018 BMW M4 because it has less miles on it than Sawyer's red pickup truck. It's my car, but I pout so that I don't have to drive. It works. Sawyer is in the driver's seat, looking sexy as always in cowboy boots, jeans, a big belt buckle, and a denim Western shirt. I tease him for wearing a Canadian tuxedo, because I know he likes to be teased and he knows I like his outfit. His thick muscles look good underneath the denim, and I lick my lips while gazing at him up and down.
"What?" he asks, glancing over at me, then pulling his eyes back to the road.
"Nothing," I say. I settle into my seat and ponder what I want to do on the drive.
My car is new, a gift from my parents for college graduation. Yes, I know I'm spoiled. It has all the features. Bluetooth. GPS. Seat warming and cooling. Steering wheel warming and cooling. Backup camera. And of course, the front, back, and internal dash cams for security. They weirded me out at first, but once I started doing DoorDash to pick up extra cash when I was in between jobs, I appreciated the extra sense of safety.
He calls me a city boy for my car, and I call him a country boy in return.
We met my senior year when I worked as a barista on campus and he ordered a black coffee. I wrote my number on his cup, and he railed me that weekend. The rest is history.
The radio plays Leave the Door Open by Bruno Mars and we sing along to the lyric "and if you're hungry, girl, I got filets" together - one of our favorites. We laugh. The song is about getting laid, and my mind drifts off.
I lick my lips and look at Sawyer's crotch, where I know he's hard packing.
Feeling horny and bored, I decide to reach over and put my hand on his thigh, close to his packer but not touching.
"Cole," he deadpans. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I say again. I keep my hand there, gently rubbing his thigh.
"Right," he says with a swallow.
I pull out my phone with my other hand and pull up porn. It's an old butch4butch video of a sub getting fucked in the ass by a leather daddy who calls them a good boy. It's a favorite that we've watched together before.
"Cole," Sawyer says again, his voice deeper and gravelly. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I chirp, turning the volume up a little as moaning starts.
"Jesus fuck," Sawyer says to himself. His knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.
The video is about 8 minutes long, and when it's over I'm wet. Fuck. I put my hand between my legs and grind a little bit. Sawyer glances over and sees.
"God dammit, Cole," he says warningly.
"What?" I say, playing innocent.
"We're supposed to get there in three hours. Don't try anything."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I say. I rub my cunt through my jeans provocatively and fake a dramatic moan. He scoffs.
Feeling bratty, I debate what to do. Pull up more porn? Touch myself? Suck his dick?
I decide to take my shirt off and start playing with my nipples. Sawyer looks out of the corner of his eye and grits his teeth. "Fuck, Cole!"
"Yes, Daddy?" I ask politely, knowing the title makes him hot.
"Stop distracting me," he orders.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I say, unbuttoning my pants and rubbing myself through my underwear. I moan for real this time.
"Fuck," Sawyer curses. He swallows.
The right blinker clicks and he looks over his shoulder to change lanes, and I look around us to see what he's doing. I think he's looking for the next exit.
I pull my boxers and pants halfway down my legs and start playing with my wet pussy and moaning louder, saying things like "Daddy" and "Fuck, I'm so wet."
He pulls over to the next exit and pulls into an empty dirt rest area.
"You little brat," he says with anger in his voice, turning to me once he's put the car in park.
I'm still fingering myself, one hand playing with my nipples.
"What?" I fake innocence again. "Did I do something wrong?"
He gets out of the car and walks over to the passenger side, opening the door and dragging me out to the hood of the car.
"Brats get punished," he says severely. A thrill runs through my body, setting me on fire.
I hope so, I think. "Please, Daddy," I say instead.
"You're gonna beg me to spank you," he says, bending me over the hood and pulling my jeans down to my ankles. My cunt is throbbing at the instruction and exposure.
"Yes, Daddy," I agree.
"Beg," he orders.
"Please spank me, Daddy!"
"Why?" he asks.
"Because I've been a bad boy," I say.
He does, and I cry out in pain and shock, and pleasure.
I look up at my windshield and remember the cameras. My whole body flushes red.
"Oh fuck," I say.
He spanks me again.
"Beg for it," he says.
"Please, Daddy! Please spank me."
He does, again and again, until I plead, "Please Daddy, I can't take anymore," and he presses my full body against the car and rubs my ass.
"You're gonna take this cock out here in the open and I'm not worried if anyone sees you. You're gonna take it until I cum, do you understand?" he asks.
I whimper and nod.
"Good," he says. He pulls his packer out of his jeans and teases my slit with it, tells me to beg for his cock.
"Please fuck me with your big butch cock, Daddy," I say, looking straight at the camera.
He slides into me slowly and I moan, clenching when he's filled me up. My hands are splayed on the hood of the car, nothing to grip onto, just braced for more.
"Do you like that, baby?" he asks me, while sliding in and out of me. "Do you like getting fucked out in public like a dirty little slut?"
"Uh," I say. "Um. Ah."
"Is that all you can say, baby? Are you such a pathetic little slut that you're speechless on my cock?"
"Fuck," I pant, trying to say something.
