Being The Girl He Tells Me To Be

"Both," he orders me, "Suck my dick while you fuck yourself. Get off on being my slutty little whore."

He let me play with myself for a little while before he gave me that order though. Just watched my hand moving, slowly building in speed and pace between my legs.

First teasing up and down the length of my lips and then slowly tracing circles around and around my clit. Soon pressing into it, sliding back and forth across it like I was strumming a car but the only thing making any noise here was me.

Me gasping, shuddering. My breath coming in fits and starts while my body shook and shivered. Waves rushing over me and making me tense.

And this old pervert just slowly moving his eyes up and down my body, drinking me in from top to bottom and no doubt memorizing it for all the times to come. Adding it to his own private bank of girls who had apparently done just this in his cab.

There was no good way for me to hide from that gaze. Sure I was still wearing clothes, but all of me was on display. Thigh high stockings and a skirt don't do much when your panties are pushed to one side and your top is laying on the floor of the car.

But right now I didn't give a damn about hiding or my dignity. All I cared about was the waves of pleasure rising within me, the taut and tight little ball of heat in my belly, and the way that with each shuddering breath I felt my body tighten and beg for more.

I wanted more. I needed more. I found more.

Fingers sliding down and teasing around the entrance to my sex. Parting the folds of me as I slid my index finger in and moaned at the tight feeling of the walls of my sex closing over it. Grasping and pulling and holding me in tight, my thumb dashing up to press against the hard and aching nub of my clit while my index finger pulled back and thrust forward again.

"Oh god it feels so good," I moaned, confessing it to him as he watched me play with myself.

And he was seeing everything, including the fact that when I thrust in my pinky finger drifted in as well. Irresistibly sliding between the cheeks of my ass because... because... because I just couldn't get it out of my mind.

I couldn't forget the way it felt when he was pressing against me, when he was playing with me. I couldn't forget the fact that I wanted this, that I needed it.

Such a small little finger, slim and nimble. My pinky finger pressing against the taut little knot of my asshole while I moaned a little more. Slick with the wetness of my juices which were dripping out of my sex I pressed forward, burying my index finger deep within me while just the tip of my pinky finger pressed into the tight tightness of my asshole and my eyes shot open as, overcome with the feeling, I couldn't help but let him know how much I loved it.

"Such a naughty young thing," he says, "I knew you were something special."

I kept on playing, kept on building. I kept on showing off to him but he wanted more.

"Didn't expect you to be so selfish though," he says, "Focused only on yourself. Your needs. What about me?"

His cock was so hard and I started to salivate at the thought of..

"Both," he orders me, "Suck my dick while you fuck yourself. Get off on being my slutty little whore."

And he didn't have to order me twice because I fell forward, slamming myself against him and taking as much of that fucking cock inside of me as I could with a single grasp. Feeling him stretching my jaw and closing off my throat as I bent over and choked myself on him while my hand played a blur between my legs, pushing into my pussy and my ass all at the same time.

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