Detour

Tim sat in the passenger seat feeling awful. Every now and then a car would drive past and honk. As they got closer and closer to the college he could feel his fear and anxiety grow. His stomach was in knots. He pictured himself standing in the middle of the field. The lights of cameras flashing all around him as everyone laughed and mocked him. Eliza’s giggling ran through his mind. Then he opened his eyes in panic as he felt that telltale tingling build between his legs. He was no longer numb from the cold. He tried to picture anything. His grandma naked, the end of Marley and Me, and countless other things to try to stop the blood from flowing south. No matter what he pictured it turned into Eliza standing in front of him giggling at his exposed self. It didn’t take long for him to become fully hard.

Tim shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He looked down at his penis as it shook, a bead of precum collecting at his tip before gliding down his shaft leaving a trail of his arousal as it did so. His whole body shuddered. He was at war within himself, fighting not to stroke himself. Nancy had noticed him moving around and glanced at her stepson. She couldn’t believe she saw what she saw. Nancy glanced again confirming what she saw was real. Tim

was hard. She guesstimated that he couldn’t have been more than two inches, he looked smaller than her chapstick tube which gave her an idea.

Nancy picked up her purse from between her seat and the console. She threw unceremoniously onto Tim’s penis causing him to jump out of shock.

“Can you fish my lipstick out?”

After getting over the sudden shock of her thin soft shell purse landing on his crotch he started to rummage through it. Nancy started to act impatient.

“What is taking so long? Do you need some encouragement?”

She reached for the fob causing Tim’s heart to skip a beat and his cock to strain. He stared at her and shook his head to say no.

“GGHHHHH! MMGGHH!”

Nancy released the fob. She was having so much fun exerting her newly established power over Tim. She loved seeing him afraid of her.

“Uh you’re useless.”

She smacked his hands away and reached into the bag.

“It’s probably in one of the inside pockets.”

She rummaged around. Tim was trying to control himself. His stepmothers hand was practically rubbing his little hardon as she searched the bag. He was breathing deeply, quickly reaching the point of no return.

“Oh I think I feel it.”

His step mothers fingers traced around his erection. His toes were curled and he was white knuckling the arm rests of his seat. Nancy knew exactly what she was doing.

“Hmm, seems smaller than I remember. The cap must have fallen off.”

Her fingers traced up his penis before she pinched the tip.

“MMMMMGGHHH!”

Tim’s eyes rolled back as his little balls emptied into his lap. Nancy was livid. Not actually but she made Tim think she was.

“Did you just? All over my bag? Eck! You pathetic disgusting little boy!”

She grabbed the fob and turned it up to eight. Tim was just coming down from his orgasmic high as a jolt of electricity hit his neck and raced through his nervous system. Every muscle in his body spasmed. Then it stopped. He looked over at his sadistic stepmom, driving and holding the fob in her hand. He could see the smile on her face. She was breathing heavily. She pulled off the highway and stopped at a gas station. Turning the fob up to ten she looked at Tim.

“I need to go to the bathroom. You are going to clean that mess you made and then fill up the car and wash the windows. Got it!?”

He nodded frantically. Hopping out of the car he grabbed the paper towel out of the dispenser and started to wipe the purse down. Nancy got out of the car walking around and passing Tim she turned back to him and showed him the fob.

“Be a good girl or else!”

He watched her enter the station before he turned back to the task at hand not wanting to receive another zap. Nancy made a b-line straight for the washroom and locked the door. She hiked up her dress. Her panties had a visible wet spot on them. She had always dreamed of putting Tim in his place but never thought she’d enjoy it this much. Lowering her panties to her ankles and sitting back on the toilet she slid her hand across her cunt. Shuddering as she brushed against her clit before her fingers touched glided across her lips. She was so wet her fingers easily slid into pussy. Replaying the nights event she quickly approached climax, kicking her legs out and flinging her panties across the bathroom. Nancy was on a cloud of pleasure. She moaned out as she came. Once her breathing was under control she sat up. Slightly disappointed and still feeling horny.

She was going to pick herself up and head out but remembered that she locked the car so even if Tim finished doing what she told him he’d still be stuck standing outside till she came out. They still had time to get to the game after all. She was in no rush as she sat back and spread her legs again.

Tim has finished cleaning the purse and had just started filling up the car before he turned to grab a squeegee freezing as he did. In front of him stood a tall goth girl in a oversized shirt with the gas stations logo on it. One side of her head was shaved, the other dyed blue. Her eyeliner matched and he noticed she had a nose ring.

“Are you some type of pervert?”

She raised an eyebrow. Tim froze, happy that there was a garbage pail covering his shame but was horrified to be witnessed in his state. He dropped the squeegee, covered his penis, shook his head to say no then spun and tried to get into the car. Crushed when the door wouldn’t open he cursed Nancy. The goth employee crossed her arms and tilted her head.

“Get that squeegee of the ground!”

Tim wanted to tell her to fuck off but instead he immediately did as he was told, bending down to pick it up. He was wondering where the hell Nancy was. She should have been back by now. When he stood back up the girl was right in front of him. She pointed at the holder.

“Put it away.”

He did. Not happily as he hadn’t washed the windows yet. Afterwards the girl grabbed his collar and pulled him over to the extremely well lit storefront of the station. She looked at the dog tags. Flipping them over and reading the explanation.

“So you are a fucking perv.”

The girl spat in his face and wiped it all around.

“In my opinion you’re getting off easy, if it was my choice all you perverts would be castrated and left naked in the streets. But I guess just naked in the streets is fair enough.”

Her eyes glanced down to his shielded crotch.

“Move your hands.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. He had been through enough humiliation. Now he was filling with anger. All these women thought they were so much better than him and he was done rolling over.

“MMMM! MMM!”

He released one hand and flipped her off. A very regrettable action on his part as the girl grabbed his finger and bent it back. Tim immediately fell to his knees and started whimpering. The girl held his finger in a pressure hold and smirked at him. Before grabbing his tags again.

“Maybe I’ll call this number and let them know how bad you’re being.”

Tim was stuck. If she called his sentence would probably be worsened and if he resisted she would probably break his finger. With his face blushing and his eyes closed tightly he stopped covering himself. He was expecting laughter but all he heard was a scoff.

“No wonder they didn’t cut it off. It’s nonexistent. Do you still have balls at least? Here spread your legs and put your hands behind your head.”

He spread his legs revealing the small sack that was hidden in his thighs and moved his hands. His pupils dilated as he watched her pull her foot back. The toes of her shoes made a direct impact. The pain sent him buckling over. She made him get back in position and told him not to move a muscle or else before going back into the store. He quivered in pain wondering what was taking Nancy so long.

Nancy of course was in the blissful throes of self satisfaction. She was pumping two fingers in her right hand in and out of her as her left hand massaged her clit. She had lost count of time but didn’t give a damn as she gratified herself. The pressure within had been building for quite awhile now. Nancy couldn’t remember a time she felt so good. She pictured forcing Tim to wash her car with a sponge in a pink thong bikini and pink collar. She thought about him serving drinks to her and her friends in a maid uniform. So many other thoughts ran through her head as the pressure rose as high as it could go. Nancy had never felt this way before. Her fingers slipped out and she furiously rubbed her clit as her legs left the ground, she covered her mouth as she cried out and a jet of fluid shot out of her pussy and splattered the bathroom floor. She fell back exhausted and spent. A dazed smile plastered across her face.

After resting shortly Nancy picked herself up and cleaned herself up. Fixing her hair, wiping the sweat from her face, cleaning the juices from her thighs and placing some paper towel on the puddle she created. She looked around a bit before finding her panties lodged behind the garbage bin and the wall. Holding them up and examine them. A thought crossed Nancy’s mind. She lowered her dress and tossed her soiled panties into the garbage bin before washing her hands and walking out of the bathroom.