Interruped on the ride home.

You climb lightly into the cab of the pickup truck as you drop your blouse on the floor at your feet. The cool night air feels wonderful against your exposed nipples which have been tight little buds since the moment your Master grabbed your friend.

He’s pleased. You can tell. He hasn’t said anything but there’s a definite excitement in the air that you helped to grab your friend, Michelle. Quickly you start fumbling for the clasp to your skirt. Anything that covers your body from his gaze is too constricting as far as you’re concerned and the sooner you are naked again, the better. Maybe he’ll reward you and fuck you right there in the parking lot!

“Leave it on,” he says gruffly as he climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the truck. Your hands freeze immediately on the clasp. Disappointed, you obey. “We have to move her quickly,” he announces as he puts the truck into gear, “I don’t want to wait for you to get dressed again once we get home.”

Your chest swells with pride. ‘Home.’ His dingy basement room is your new home and you couldn’t be happier if you tried. A small voice in the back of your head starts to wonder what your Master intends to do with Michelle; but that isn’t your place. Your place is to obey and worship, not to question. “Yes sir,” you chirp happily as you hike your skirt up around your hips instead.

His eyes play briefly over your exposed flesh as a satisfied smile creeps over his face. You can feel the truck accelerate as he races the three of you home. “Alright…” he says in a tone of defeat as his eyes lock on the road again. Quickly one hand unzips his pants and pulls his hardening cock free. “Get over hear and suck me,” he groans as if he’s giving in and allowing you a treat that you don’t really deserve.

You don’t care though. Quickly you scoot over and drop your wet, eager mouth over his cock. You take as much of it into your mouth as you can fit, pushing you nose against his jean covered thigh in the process. Your Master groans in approval as his thick head slides along your tongue to the back of your mouth. You savor every taste as you close your lips around his shaft and begin to suck. He hasn’t bathed. You can still taste a bit of your own dried juices on his tool, but beyond that, his own wonderful, powerful musk. You’re in heaven.

“Finish before we get there,” he moans heavily, “and I may give you a reward.” You moan excitedly, yourself, the vibrations running down his tool as you suck even more eagerly. You don’t care what kind of reward it is. Just the fact that you’ll please him is more than enough for you. You’ve been challenged and you’ll prove yourself worthy. Your tongue begins to dance and lap at your Master’s cock as he moans above you. You can feel every bump and vein in his tool as you work. You can also sense how close he’s getting as the dick begins to throb and pulse in your mouth.

“Shit,” he snarls just as you’re about to put him over the edge. A surge of panic courses through your body. Did you mess up? Did you fail him? Is he angry at you? … Where… is that flashing red and blue light coming from?!