Take her right there on the street

You can't control yourself anymore. You don't want to. You shouldn't have to. You're all libido. Your slutty instincts rule you.

So as Rebecca rises to tell you what she thinks of the damage to her car you step up close, almost pinning her between you and her car.

She's shocked at first. She leans back, against the car. She glances at your face again. Not in a way that normal people look at each other's faces when they talk. No, in a way that suggests she's looking at something specific.

"Luv... what are you doing?" She asks. Her sweet British accent is quite wonderful. It sounds so civilized. You can't wait to un-civilize her.

But you don't really have a response to her question. What are you doing? You don't have a plan. This is why you prefer to be submissive. You don't need a plan. You just need to say "yes sir"

"Luv... what's going on?" Rebecca asks again, her body pressed up against yours, leaning away. Her breasts not quite pressed up against yours. That will change.

And then she looks at your face again.

"What are you looking at?" You finally ask, thinking you've figured out what spot she's glancing at, just between your eyes, at the top of your nose.

You press a finger to it. You feel something wet. You did miss some.

You take a look. Indeed, there is cum on your finger. Your master's cum. And Rebecca could see it.

You smile. You lick it off. "You know what that is?" You ask.

Rebecca smiles, politely, still quite uncertain. "Um.... yes luv."

"What do you think?"

Rebecca shrugs, she glances around at your body, either checking you out or trying to find a way out from your pressing flesh. "I think..." she searches for a safe answer. "I think everyone is allowed to have whatever naughty fun they want. It's not my place to judge."

You gaze deeply into her eyes. She semi-gazes back, then shifts them away. Either she's trying to avoid you, or trying not to accept how she feels about this moment.

It's a moment that there's no use delaying.

"But you know..." she starts to say.

She doesn't get to finish.

You thrust yourself into her, and shove your finger down the top of her pencil skirt, fiddling at the front of her panties, looking for a sweet clit.

"What are you doing luv?" She asks, shocked to all hell.

"I'm having whatever naughty fun I want." you answer. "It's not your place to judge."

Her gaze holds with yours a bit longer this time. "Yes, well I don't know if this is the spot..." She gasps.

You've found it. A thick, very thick clit. Clearly not even swollen to optimum size yet. You never knew this about the woman you worked with all those years. She has a wonderfully juicy clit.

"I think it's the spot." You say playfully.

Rebecca glances around "People may see us." She speaks as she winces in pleasure.

"Then say it." you answer.

"I've kinda got a boyfriend."

"Then say it."you repeat as you slide the crotch of her panties out of the way, allowing the flesh of her finger to touch the flesh of her clitoris.

"I'm not really a lesbian."

"Then say it!" You insist. But Rebecca doesn't say it. She just closes her eyes as her body shudders with pleasure. But you go on. "Say it! Say 'stop.' Say 'no.' That's all you need to do. I'll go away."

"No" Rebecca says. And you stop fingering. You stop immediately. Rebecca's brown eyes gaze up at you. Her dark skin is covered with goosebumps "No... don't go away. Don't stop."

And that's all you need to hear. You flick your fingers at her clit fast now, and faster, and faster.

Her teeth chatter. You rub it hard with your thumb and curl two fingers deep into her moistening twat.

"Fuck me, Luv" She says. You know she means it more as an expression of shock than an order. But you can't help but be playful.

"Fuck you?" you smile? she's putty in your hands. She'll be a great gift for your master.

"Well I meant..." She knows there's no hope. She can't resist. "Yes... fuck me."

And as you rub her clit as hard as possible, her legs give way, and she falls to the ground right there on the street. You go down with her.

Now on your knees, your hand between her thighs, she starts to unbutton her blouse. You cannot wait until she gets it undone and you can witness her amazing breasts. You push up her pencil skirt, revealing her panties, already pushed to the side revealing her wet pussy with now three fingers deep inside it.

You work at her faster and harder, turned on by the anticipation of her revealing her tits. And she unbuttons her blouse faster as you finger her more.

And finally it's off, or more accurately, spread open as she lies on the ground. And she yanks her bra down, revealing them. They are bigger than D cups. And her dark purple, hard nipples are the size of half-dollars, at least.

"You are a bad girl." You say, feeling her juices cover your fingers.

"Apparently" she half laughs, half pants.

"It's okay. So am I" you explain. As if she hadn't figured that out. "Now tell me what you want."

She lifts her head up and looks at you quizzically. "I want this" she says, her eyes filled with honesty and acceptance.

"This is just the beginning." you explain. "Tell me what you want." You hope you're not being too forward. She is after all a proper British lady, although a proper British lady who's letting you finger her snatch in public.

So you wait to hear her answer. And what you hear comes as a shock.