Mistress Molly

Walking across the lot high of her triumph with the snot nosed manager, Molly was surprised to see the cart still next their car. As she approached the car, it looked like the old handyman was talking to Vyki on the bumper. A few car lengths away, she saw him lean in to kiss her. When she got up next to them, she was surprised to see Vyki’s hand on his cheek as the were kissing deeply.

Molly was nearly in shock seeing Vyki actually making out with the guy. Even if it was a dark parking lot, it was still a public spot and not very far from home. The man was almost as old as his father would have been. And she was her husband; Molly was almost more surprised she had to remind herself of that. Yet her they were making out like a couple at a tall gate of the local college team.

While she was somewhat curious to see where this goes, she felt like she had wasted enough time at this location and cleared her throat to get their attention.

The man stood up bolt right nearly instantly and turned his face to see Molly with a look of pure shocked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Looking back in front of him, Hank could see the girl still fluttering her eyes open from their kiss with a languid smile on her face as he felt her hand still in his pants.

As her eyes fully opened from their erotic kiss, Vyki saw a figure standing next to them and turned her head to see them. She gasped audibly when it finally registered it was Molly standing at her smirking.

Hank, seeing that the lady in front of him was shocked as well at getting caught, turned his head to the more severe lady and “sorry, ma’am.“ Not hearing anything immediate, Hank lifted his gut up and gripped the girl’s wrist as he turned his back to the new lady trying to maneuver Vyk’s wet hand out of his pants. Leaving her palm up he continued to shimmy around the severe-looking lady with his back to her as he ensured his pants were fixed and everything was covered.

Molly, having locked eyes with Vyki, barely noticed the meek man moving in her periphery. Strutting closer to her girl shaking her head with a smirk on her face amazed at the boldness of her actions. She knew there was no way that meager man initiated the kiss with such a scandalously dressed lady and that Vyki had to have been encouraging him as she most definitely could have gotten away from him if she wanted. However, seeing a small glint from the corner of her eye, her face turned towards Vyki’s outstretched arm.

Vyki saw Molly’s intense gaze break from hers and followed Mistress’s eyes to her palm as well. Looking at her hand she can see a small puddle pooled in the cup of her palm reflecting the parking lot lights. Her breath and pulse increasing realizes what it means, and that Mistress can tell exactly what they were doing. She considers dumping it out or shaking her hand to get rid of it, but something pushes her back from doing that as if it would be even more wrong. However, her inner debate is interrupted as Mistress reaches down and grasps Vyki’s wrist and cradles her hand pulling it up to her.

Molly can see the evidence of where Vyki’s hand must have been and what she must have really been doing and is amazed, surprised, shocked, but mostly in awe that she did it so brazenly. Yet, even as she looks at it, her own arousal seems to skyrocket and she grasps her hand leaning down to meet it, she reaches out with her tongue and takes a brief taste. Still slightly warm, she is surprised at how familiar yet different it is every time and moans lightly. Looking to her side, she sees Vyki staring up at her open mouth. “Oh, did you forget you’re not the only cumslut in the family, hun?”

Hank is still dumbfounded by the whole situation and is kicking himself for even coming back here but figures he should do what he was supposed to do and dumbly holds out the strip of printer paper with quantity, description, and pricing, and clears his throat. The sever blonde lady immediately shifts her head to the side and he can see a small white droplet on her lips. He felt the cold icy stare delve deep into his bones and almost shriveled down beside them barely eking out, “your receipt,” swallowing hard he continues, “ma’am.”

Molly is so annoyed that this piddly excuse for a man is sniveling there next to them disrupting her mood and dismisses him with two simple, strict words: “go. away.”

Even with the nearly calm sounding flat words softly uttered to him, Hank felt like the lady could almost end him with a flick of her wrist she seemed to exude such power & ****; remember back to her irate and explosive rant at her boss earlier, he quickly turned and ran back to the abandoned cart nearly stumbling and tripping over it as he quickly rushed back into the apparent safety of the store.

Seeing the man shuffle off away, Molly turns her attention back to her girl’s hand and leans down pursing her lips in an apparent kiss.

Vyki can only look on in pure lust trying to figure out what Mistress intends to do, but she doesn’t have to wait long as she feels the puddle slowly recede in her hand before hearing the final bit being sucked into Mistress’s mouth.

Sucking up the contents of Vyki’s hand, Molly moans a bit swishing it around in her mouth. Letting go of the girl’s hand, Molly turns to look at Vyki’s shocked and open mouth. Placing her hands on Vyki’s cheeks she moves in and places her lips over the girl’s open mouth.

Vyki feels her Mistress’s lips over hers and she closes her eyes accepting Mistress’s tongue openly into her mouth. Relishing the attention and intensity, she can feel a familiar taste as something seems to be dancing between their tongues. She opens her eyes momentarily as she realizes she just received the fruits of her labor with Hank but moans again as the vibrations beneath her suddenly increase in severe intensity driving her lust filled mind even more crazy.

Having delivered the snowball to Vyki, Molly picked up her phone and encouraged the experience driving Vyki’s gadget up even higher and relished in her moan vibrating through her mouth, tickling each other’s tongues.

After making out for a bit exchanging the stranger’s fluid, Molly slowly pulls away as she drops the Vadget down a bit more. “As much fun as this has been,” Molly begins as she breaks contact with the slut before her, “it's getting late and we still got a bit to go.”

Vyki feels the almost apparent stillness beneath her and whimpers feeling her own release melt away leaving her grasps yet again.

“Don’t worry,” Molly consoles the girl, “our next stop is for fun. So, get yourself up front; I gotta grab a few things for the trip.”

Vyki still overwhelmed a bit at her state, what she had done, what Mistress had done, what it all meant, but knew it was easiest to just do as she was told, she stood up and said, “yes, Mistress,” as she sashayed around the car to get in the front seat as instructed.

Watching Vyki walk away, Molly is still shocked to see her walk so comfortably and confidently with her thong and corset clearly visible from behind. Still amazed at how fit her ass is, but she always did love Paull’s butt. Watching her get in the car was again a surprising grace and comfort. She was impressed Bill had done with her, but now she had to cover a bit up. She hoped Vyki was really okay with this, as she didn’t like hiding things from her partner, but it just wouldn’t work if she figured out where they were going. Grabbing her supplies from the bag of the adult store, she made sure everything was situated and closed the back of their car before she went over to the driver’s seat.

Vyki sat there patiently as she could feel the car shift every time Mistress seemed to lean over into looking for something. Of course, sitting there, her senses were again assaulted by the pleasant fragrance of the perfume from earlier still lingering in the car. It still reminded her of so many lovely nights with Molly over the years even including the parking garage earlier today. Vyki was startled out of her daydream as Mistress opened the car door and sat in.

“Alright, this next bit is a bit of a surprise,” Molly said as she pulled out the blindfold, “so I need you to be a good girl and stay blindfolded while we drive.” Molly reached over and put the bondage blindfold over Vyki’s head, buckling it into place. She nearly giggled as she heard Vyki say, “yes, Mistress.” However, she managed to hold her composure as she continued, “and the sounds could be a clue too, so I need you to wear these,” as she pulled out the noise canceling earbuds and put them in Vyki’s ears. Glad to see Vyki taking the time to use her manicured fingers to put them comfortably in there. “Okay, now just put your head back and relax; it's a bit of a drive.”

Barely hearing Mistress through the new earbuds, Vyki said, “yes, Mistress” as she turned her head back leaning on the headrest of the seat. She then felt a sticky item on her lips as she her Mistress utter, “a treat for the trip; a sucker for you!” Feeling the long candy press into her lips, she was pleasantly surprised at the berry flavor. It was almost overpowering, but there seemed to be an odd herbal or spice to it that she couldn’t quite place. Regardless, the taste seems familiarly comforting.

Hearing her say her mantra come blasting through the earbuds surprised her and nearly pulled them out but then barely made out Mistress saying, “something for you to listen to and relax on the way there.” Vyki was a little surprised to hear her say that, but figured she meant it and said “yeth, Mithtreth,” around her candy.

Molly hoped whatever playlist Paul had set up on his phone was long enough to cover the trip out there as those earbuds are supposed to work best when they have music going through them. Taking a deep breath herself, she started the car and drove off into the darkness, past the turn off to their home, and on to their next destination.