This is a work of fiction -- the events described here did not necessarily happen in real life. But Elaine is a real person, and my description of her and her life is accurate.
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It's a sunny spring day, the kind of day I bought this BMW convertible for. A perfect day to go for a drive with the top down! I pull up in front of Elaine's apartment building. As required, she is standing on the front stoop in the outfit I specified for the day. As she teeters down the front walk in the 4" heels I required, I get out of the car and walk around to the passenger side -- not just to open the door for her (which I do because I am a gentleman), but also to inspect her. Yes, this was a good choice -- nude stockings with back seams (OK -- an old-fashioned gentleman!), a short, tight black skirt, and a thin blouse that does little to conceal the fact that she is wearing no bra over her copious breasts. So far, so good.
"Pull up your skirt, Cunt."
She pulls the skirt up until the hem is just above the tops of her stockings, so that the straps of her garter belt are visible.
"Higher, you stupid slut."
This part of the inspection is not really necessary -- Elaine knows better than to wear panties. Ever. Whether she is with me or not. But I enjoy the ritual. After a long gaze at her naked ass and pussy, bared to the world on a public street, I tilt my head slightly to order her into the car. She hurriedly climbs in.
"You need more makeup, Cunt. You know I like lots of eyeshadow. And some of that glitter on your eyelids."
As she rummages in her purse to procure the needed supplies, I pull away from the curb and begin driving, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun and the breeze in my face. No words are exchanged for the first few miles. Elaine knows better than to ask where we are going, and I like to surprise her. She also knows better than to pull her skirt back down before I tell her to. So she is sitting in the passenger seat with her skirt bunched up around her waist.
"Spread your legs and rub your pussy, Cunt." I like to keep her in a state of high arousal at all time -- it makes her much more compliant with my demands. And she likes it. She spreads her legs wide, her right foot up on the dashboard, and begins massaging her smooth-shaven mound. As the warm sensations begin to radiate through her body, she rubs harder and faster. Within minutes, liquid sounds begin to emanate from her now-glistening labia. She inserts one, then two fingers in her wet hole and begins pumping. From her labored breathing, I can tell she is about to cum.
"That's enough, Cunt. Get your fingers out of that slutty hole and suck my cock."
She is clearly disappointed to be denied an orgasm, but she does as she is ordered. I pull my cock out of my trousers and she bends over to take it in her mouth. It's already hard from watching her finger-fuck herself. God, I love the way Elaine sucks my cock! She takes it nice and deep on the downstroke and swirls her tongue around the tip on the upstroke. I put my hand on the back of her head and force it even deeper into her throat. She gags as her mouth is forced down until her nose is against my belly. I hold her there, enjoying the feel of the spasms in her throat on my cock. Finally, I release her. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and she is coughing and sputtering. In a moment, though, she recovers her composure and goes back to work on my cock.
We have left the city and are driving through a suburban town. Just ahead, a stoplight turns yellow. I slow down and stop. A car driven by a nerdy-looking suburban househusband pulls up on our right. He glances over, then does a double-take when he sees Elaine's head bobbing up and down in my lap.
"Get up on your knees with your ass in the air, Cunt."
Mr. Burbs' mouth actually drops open when he finds himself staring at a gorgeous ass and cunt not 5 feet away. He nervously glances over to see if his wife sitting beside him has tumbled to this scene, decides she hasn't, then swivels back to glue his eyes on Elaine's luscious ass and pussy. The light changes to green and I floor the Beemer, leaving behind the frustrated hubby, whose wife has probably never sucked his cock, even in the privacy of their bedroom.
"OK, Cunt. That's enough. Are you hungry? Time for some breakfast?" She nods her assent as I pull into the parking lot of a rundown diner. "You can pull your skirt back down." I come around to her side of the car and open her door, enjoying the view as she struggles to pull her tight miniskirt down while exiting the car.
The hostess seats us in a booth at the back of the diner. (Mmmm... nice tits and ass on that hostess! I'm going to have to come back here sometime when I have a little more time!) A dingy white tablecloth covers the tabletop. I slide in next to Elaine. A skinny teenage boy with an acne-cratered face brings us water and asks if we would like coffee. While he is off getting the coffee, I take the coasters from under our water glasses and strategically place them under the base of the table, then test to see if it rocks back and forth. Yes! Perfect! "Pull up your skirt and spread your legs, slut."
"Excuse me. This table seems to be uneven. See how it rocks back and forth? I wonder if you could do something to fix it?" As I expected, Pimples scurries off and comes back with a couple of coasters. "Good idea. I think if you put those under this side of the base..." I tap the corner of the table where Elaine is sitting.
Acne Boy gets down on hands and knees and lifts the tablecloth to crawl under our table -- and is greeted by a vision he has probably never seen before (in real life): a wet pussy framed by soft, warm thighs above silky stockings. He freezes. He has no idea what to do. So I encourage him. Reaching under the tablecloth, I tap him on the shoulder and beckon, pointing to Elaine's cunt. He finally takes the hint and tentatively places one hand on the inside of each thigh. I reach one foot out into the aisle and gently tap his sneakers; he responds by bringing his feet under the table, behind the tablecloth, so that it is a little less obvious that he is there.
Raising the tablecloth so that I have a good view of the action, I see him run his hands up and down my slut's nylon-covered legs, then move up to stroke her thighs. Elaine is starting to react, her breath catching when the teenager's hands touch the naked flesh above her stockings. Emboldened by my invitation and the fact that this gorgeous creature continues to hold her legs wide open for him, our young stud begins kneading her thighs, moving closer and closer to the steamy slit between them. As he finally touches her cunt, I unzip my pants and take out my cock. Reaching over, I place Elaine's hand on it, under the tablecloth. She is breathing noticeably more heavily at this point, her big tits straining at the sheer fabric of her blouse, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin material.
Our randy busboy is now rubbing Elaine's cunt, the four fingers of his right hand flat against her wet slit, making slow circles. As he speeds up the motion, Elaine grips my cock harder and lets out a soft moan. After a bit more pussy-rubbing, busboy reaches up with his left hand and, with thumb and forefinger, spreads her cuntlips, then inserts his right middle finger and begins pumping it in and out of her cunt. A second finger soon follows and the pace picks up. The wet, squelching sounds of my slut being finger-fucked are clearly audible in the booth -- and probably at other tables nearby. As he slams his fingers into her pussy, Elaine begins panting and gripping my cock harder with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. Our young man is putting in an admirable performance. He has probably never touched a real cunt, but at least he's watched enough porn to know what to do with one!
At this point, the hostess comes by, seating another group. Fortunately, it's a family with several young children who are loudly harassing each other, apparently drowning out the sounds of the forcible masturbation coming from under our table. I watch the sexy hostess's ass sway beneath her tight dress as she leads them down the aisle. A moment later she comes back past our table, on her way to the hostess stand, her big tits jiggling as she walks. As she passes, she turns and gives me a knowing smile. I really do have to come back here sometime!
But I digress. Under the table, our lecherous teenager is withdrawing three wet, sticky fingers from Elaine's cunt. He uses them to rapidly massage her clit, sending Elaine's heavy breathing into overdrive. Then he lowers his head between her lush thighs and replaces his fingers with his tongue. Elaine slides lower in her seat to give him better access and he lifts and spreads her legs to fully expose her cunt and asshole. His long, wet laps start at her little brown hole and extend upward between her engorged cuntlips, pausing to stick his tongue as deeply as possible into her lusting cunt and suck the tender labia into his mouth, then on up to flick back and forth over her distended clit. I can tell from her moaning and her hand gripping my cock that Elaine's orgasm is beginning to build. I decide to let her have this one. So when she looks at me with questioning eyes, I nod yes. Her sigh of gratitude is almost reward enough to make me want to be merciful more often. Almost.
"Ooh...oh...ahhhhhh...oh, god, yes!!...right there!...oh, yes, yes, yessssss!!!....oh, god, that's good!!"
