Phillip did as I'd instructed him. He didn't hesitate when I told him to clean Kyle's cock, sucking it clean from the remnants of our fuck session. I stood outside the car, having slipped my dress back on, with nothing else underneath, and watched as my husband sucked my lover's cock with an expertise I didn't know he possessed. Kyle's hard dick responded to Phillip's mouth, and was soon at its full length and width. I started to interrupt my husband, to take his place sucking the young hitchhiker, when suddenly another desire overtook me. Reaching into my purse, I extracted the control box for the two vibrating toys attached to Phillip's body. I slowly turned the dial for the ring attached to his cock. He stopped sucking Kyle for a moment, as if caught in a sudden thought. Then his mouth went back to work, sucking, and licking, the young man's cock with renewed vigor. Kyle continued to lie prone on the back seat of the car, his legs spread open, his marvelous sack of balls hanging over the leather upholstery.
Phillip was stroking the young stranger's cock with his right hand, while cupping the boy's balls with the other. And all the while, his head was bobbing up and down sucking as much teen-age cock into his mouth as he could. And I helped by turning up the speed on the cock ring. The butt plug was a temptation, but I didn't want Phillip to come yet, and I knew his limits. The whole scene seemed so unreal as we conducted this little experiment in humiliation on the side of the interstate, not twenty-five miles from Dallas. Kyle's balls started to contract and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he would shoot his hot white seed out of that adorable cock. Phillip knew it, too. He started to pull his mouth off the young dick. I could sense he was going to let Kyle shoot into the air. For a brief second, I anticipated seeing the boy shoot his load across the space between the back seat and the driveway. Then I reconsidered.
"Phillip, put it back in your mouth. Now!"
He didn't hesitate. He seemed to have expected the order. The whole purpose of this weekend was to give him a taste of what it was like to be me. And I'd tasted many a man's come at Phillip's direction. So now, he would taste one at mine.
"Suck him, baby. I want him to explode in your mouth. I want you to swallow every drop."
Kyle started to buckle on the seat. His hips were pushing against Phillip's head, trying to sink deeper into my husband's mouth. And he was coming! I could see him convulsing, spurting his load into my husband's mouth, and I could see my husband swallowing every spurt! I wish I'd had a camera. It was over soon, and Kyle's cock started to grow soft even though my husband's mouth was still attached to it. Phillip was suckling softly now, almost tenderly. I was impressed with his style, but also flattered. It was the same thing I do when I've sucked the life out of a hard dick. My husband had watched me suck his and others often enough to know what to do after a man has come. He did very well.
Kyle dressed. I started to drop the remote control device back into my purse when I realized it was still on, though set on the lowest level. I twisted the knob one more time to max and left it for about three seconds. Phillip, who was walking back to the driver's side of the car, fell to his knees in surprise, and I turned it off completely. He recovered, and looked at me surprisingly, as if wondering why I had done that. I was impressed with the power I held in my hands. To bring a man like my husband to his knees with the twist of a remote control dial, well, I was on to something here. And it was only Friday night!
The next few miles into Dallas were uneventful. I stayed in the back seat with Kyle while Phillip drove in silence. I played with the boy's cock a little, but the workout from Phillip's mouth, following so quickly after the royal fucking I had laid on him, rendered his cock useless for all practical purposes. My only interest in it, for that matter, was to constantly arouse my husband, as he stole glances into the rear view mirror, and watched as my hand touched and stroked the stranger's cock. When we arrived at the cut-off for Fort Worth, Phillip pulled the car to the side of the road.
"I'm sorry I gotta get off here, ma'am. I guess I could go to Dallas with you'all and spend the night if you want."
"That's very sweet of you, Kyle, but we'll be just fine."
With that, I signaled Phillip to drive on, and soon the unexpected fuck was left far behind. He'd be a memory from now on; one that I was sure would excite both my husband and me. I could almost hear myself whispering to Phillip in later months, and years, "Remember when you sucked that boy's hard cock on the side of I-20? Remember when he shot in your mouth?" And when I will do that, I'm sure I'll trigger the response I need, he needs. Phillip does that with me a lot. Just as I'm about to come, he'll tell me something like, "You look like you did the night you fucked the waiter in the kitchen of that roadside café. Remember that?" And that sudden rush of memory will always push me over the edge.
As we approached the city lights of Dallas, Phillip asked me, "Where to?"
"I haven't spoken to you, have I?"
"No," he replied, but I was just wondering where you want me to..."
"You know the rules, Phillip. Do not speak to me until I speak to you. You will have to receive a punishment for that!"
He was silent.
"I said you will have to be punished. Answer me."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
There was a moment of silence, then a very soft, almost contrite voice said, "Yes Ma'am."
He could not see me smile in the back seat. He could not see me smile and he could not see me reach into my purse and withdraw the control to the plug attached to his ass. But his ass could feel it, as the plug started to move in is rectum like a giant thumb suddenly starting to vibrate. "That is not your punishment, only a reminder. You will remember who is in charge this weekend."
His reply was swift in coming. "Yes Ma'am."
"Take me to the Hilton on 635."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Phillip stood behind me while I checked in. He was quiet and respectful. The young man who checked us in was a foreigner, dark hair, and black eyes. And I imagined him uncircumcised. I was already thinking about cocks, again. He asked me if I was alone. "No, he is with me." I pointed to Phillip. There must have been something about the way Phillip was standing so submissively that piqued the interest of the young man. Without meaning to, he stumbled into the realm of questioning a desk clerk never ventures into.
"Your husband?"
"No. My slave."
I'm sure the young man was surprised by my response, but if he was, he didn't indicate it. His only reply was "Nice choice."
He rang the bell and another young man approached the desk. Handing him a key, he said, "Take Ms. Blaine's luggage to her room. She's in the Balfour Suite." Then he looked back at me and said, "I've taken the liberty of changing your accommodations. I think you'll find the Balfour Suite to be more to your liking. My name is Jabar. I'm on duty until 11. If you need anything before, or after that, please call me. I'll handle it personally."
I walked away from the desk, following the bellman. I knew what Jabar meant, and before this night was over, I was confident I'd know a great deal more about Jabar, himself. The room was exquisite! It was comprised of two bedrooms, separated by a living room, off of which there was a dining room and a balcony. There were two baths, one small one off the living room, and a huge one off the main bedroom. The tub in the large bath was big enough for six grown men... and one small lady. The room had a toilet and a bidet, as well as a walk-in shower, again large enough to need three showerheads. And the bedroom boasted a gigantic bed. It was at least a half size larger than a king size, and must have been three feet off the ground, and it had six posts holding up a canopy top! Talk about a playground! The bellman left while I was still taking in the room. I was so impressed that I dropped my character for just a moment.
"Can you fucking believe this room, Phillip?"
"No, ma'am, I cannot."
His tone of voice and his choice of words jolted me back to the reality of what I was doing here, and who I was. I resumed at once my controlling tone of voice. Looking at my husband, I took back control in one word. "Strip!"
He immediately began to undress. I don't really know why I told him that, except that I couldn't think of anything else to tell him at the moment. Besides, I do love looking at his firm cock as it sways between his legs. He has huge balls, and they hang down, below his cock! So what the hell, why not have him naked?
I walked over to the phone, and I dialed room service. Placing an order for a bottle of champagne, and a cheese dish, I replaced the phone and looked at Phillip, who was by this time standing totally naked, amid a pile of rumpled clothing. His cock ring was in place. I told him to turn around. His butt plug was still digging into his ass. I walked over to him, and with his back toward me, slipped out of my dress. I rubbed against his ass, raking my blood red fingernails across the taunt skin of his buttocks. I licked his back and stood on my tiptoes to reach his neck. Licking the skin on the back of his neck, I reached my hands around to his chest and ran my nails across his nipples, now already hardened by my attentions.
"Did you watch me suck that boy's cock in the car?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Did you watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"His dick was so hot, Phillip. I sucked his dick and moved my tongue up and down the shaft of this manhood while I knew you watched me from the front seat."
"Yes, ma'am."