I was nervous so when I slid my left hand between my legs I found I was not sopping wet. But I was wet enough to know the bastard had been right. I was enjoying this. I began to rub myself. Very quickly it became very pleasant. My pace increased and I closed my eyes.
"Open your eyes, slut."
I moaned as I obeyed him. "Yes, sir." I whined
He removed his hand from my thigh to take the spaghetti strap off my right shoulder. Pulling it below my breast until I had to pull my right arm out of it. He placed my right hand on his crotch. Then reached across to lower the other strap as low as it would go without disturbing my frigging hand. I rubbed the length of his cock through his jeans. Oh, thank God! He was huge.
"Don't you cum on me, slut." he said just before he leaned across and sucked on my left nipple. I let out a moan that was almost a yell. He let go of the nipple long enough to repeat, "Don't you cum, slut." Then leaned back and took my nipple into his mouth again. This was becoming too much. He changed to my right breast as he rubbed my left breast with his free hand and flicked the nipple. I backed off on how hard I was strumming my twat because I was about to pop, orders or no. I'm not sure if he knew somehow but he leaned away from my breast.
"Get your hand out of the way."
I was afraid of what he would do next and I hesitated with my hand sitting motionless covering my slit. I could feel his right hand next to it. My hesitation lasted longer than he wanted so he grabbed my hand and all but threw it to the other side of my left thigh. Then he drove in with two fingers. He curled them around my pubic bone and instantly hit my spot. I howled like a dog. My back arched away from the seat and I couldn't think.
He used my hair to force me to look at him again. "You like that, slut?!"
He was rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. "YES - SIR!" I yelled in a pained voice.
His fingers were attacking my g-spot and his fucking thumb wouldn't stop moving. He pulled my face right to his until our noses were touching. "Don't you cum!" I whined out a scream. "Don't cum!" I could feel tears starting to form as I screamed incoherent gibberish. My left hand had found it's way to grip his right forearm.
"Please, sir... Please..."
"Don't do it."
"Please, sir... I'll be such a good little slut for you." I begged. "I'll be your good little slut." I kissed him. I whined into his mouth. "I'll do anything you want, sir." I stuck my tongue in his mouth.
His tongue wrestled with mine for a moment before he pulled back. "You may cum now."
As soon as he said it my body curled forward around his arm as I all but pissed in my car. Wave after wave of orgasms rushed through me. My legs tried to close and reopen around his hand several times while my grip on his arm dug in. I kept shaking and shimmying in my seat as the orgasms wouldn't stop. It took me a moment to realize his hand was still working me over. I forced myself to sit back in my seat and regain eye contact with him. He smiled a confident, cocky son of bitch kind of smile before slowing his hand down. All I could do was quiver and watch the smug fucker while praying he was about to stop completely. He pushed one more through me. I managed to keep my eyes on him as I came this time. That seemed to please him as he slowly removed his hand from my exhausted pussy. He lifted his hand and rubbed my juices into each breast.
He had moved his left hand to where he could rub my cheek with his thumb. He leaned in close again. "Now, how was that?" I couldn't answer. I still had a few tremors rushing through me every few minutes. "I would 'think' that shows you - very - much - enjoy being a submissive. Hm?"
I nodded as he kissed me. "Thank you." I whispered.
He smiled. "You don't have to thank me, slut." I felt confused. "You said you would do anything I wanted." His smile had a touch of malice. It took me a moment but I nodded. "Good... Take my cock out." With his last command given he settled back in his seat and lowered the backrest all the way down.
I could say "no." I thought. I was more than capable. I could claim that my hand moved on it's own but I knew it didn't. I watched as my hand reached over to rub the impressive erection in his jeans. I could call him a sick fuck and hit him. Fuck, his cock is so hard. There are hundreds of things I could do or say to get out of this. But then... I realized I'd been staring at his hard-on since he lay back on the seat. I unbuckled his belt and released the button of his jeans. As I lowered the zipper of his fly the sound made my mouth water. I knew the asshole was going to make me suck his dick. I also knew that if he didn't, I was going to stuff it in my mouth as quick as I could. I didn't give a shit what was or wasn't submissive as I removed the thing from his pants. I stroked his thick ten inches of beautiful cock. I licked my lips and leaned in to engulf the head in my mouth. I heard a moan escape my brother as I began to suck on him. I pushed down as far as I could but I could only get about four inches of him into my mouth before hitting my gag reflex.
"Very good. We need to get you used to deep-throating me so keep pushing to your gag point." he said as he placed both hands on the back of my head.
I drove down again and tried not to gag but it happened anyway.
"Try not to think about it. Keep going."
I had tears forming because of the gagging but I kept trying. "You're such a good little slut. I'm so pleased with you." he said as he stroked my cheek with one hand and forced me back down with the other. I kept bobbing up and down on him until he started forcing me down and holding me at that gag point. I hated it but I kept trying because he kept praising my efforts. "Such a good slut. You're doing so well. Look, you've gained another inch." and so on. I was trying hard not to puke on him when I realized I was wet again. Whether from his praise or sucking my brother's cock, I'm not sure.
After several minutes of this he pulled out of my mouth and turned his back the door. Once he was set he pulled me into his seat so that my back rested against the bottom of his seat. It was awkward. He was using the seat to brace his legs against the bottom of the dash. While he used his left hand to brace himself against the reclined seat back. He grabbed my hair with his right hand and slid his dick back between my lips. Once his cock was back in my mouth he used his grip on my hair to fuck my mouth for a several minutes. I looked up at him. Watching his face. I could taste the pre-cum beginning to flow from him and his face was becoming tight. I knew it wouldn't be long.
Suddenly he slipped his cock from my mouth and began to stroke it over me. "Open your mouth." he commanded.
Unlike last time I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes. I heard him yell when he climaxed just before the first jet struck me in the forehead. He came again on my cheek, in my mouth, then the other cheek almost up my nose. It was obvious to me that he was trying to cover my face in his jizz. Eventually, I felt him rest the tip of his dick on my mouth and I knew he was finally spent. He had missed my eyes so I could open them and watch his face as I sucked the cum from his cock. When it was empty I reached up and used it to push his seed into my mouth. I savored the taste of him for a few moments.
I heard him let out a satisfied sigh when the thought appeared, 'I have to get back into my seat'. I got back to my seat and stared at the steering wheel as Carl put his dick away and raised the back of his seat. I realized my tits were still hanging out. I pulled the straps of my sundress back into place and reached down to grab my panties and put them back on. I started to shake as I slid them back into place. I checked the mirror and saw that I looked like a glazed donut. I rubbed my arms. Carl had re-buckled his seat belt. After watching me for a moment he reached over to me. I'm wasn't sure why at the time but I punched him in the arm. Hard.
"Ow! Fuck, Heidi!"
"You stupid... " I punched him three more times. "motherfucker!"
"Ow! Would you stop punching me you violent bitch!?" he said as he grabbed my wrists.
"Why would you do that!?" I struggled with him to get my hands free.
"Calm - down!"
I stopped struggling but began to cry. "What were you thinking?"
Carl sighed again, pulled me close and held me in a hug. "I was thinking that I love you and that you needed it." After a few minutes I pulled away enough to look at him. Then he kissed me. When he broke the kiss we just sat there and stared at each other for a few more moments. "I get that you're feeling guilty and don't know how to express that, so you default to anger." he smiled while I gave a small laugh. "But this will get better." I nodded in reply. "You needed it. I - definitely - needed it. So we took care of it. OK?"
I let out a sigh. "Yeah."
He pulled me close and gave me a deep sensual kiss before asking. "Are you alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Good." He kissed me again. "Because when we get home I'm bending you over your bed and spanking your ass red." I was stunned as I felt him squeeze my left breast. "Just before I sodomize you, of course."
I licked my lips as a small thrill worked its way down my spine.
