She makes sure Sir does

Colin was enjoying the most enthusiastic and apparently talented blow job of his life, but saw her body suddenly tense up as she seemed to pause her efforts. He figured it was just a technique or gathering her energy, but as he was getting close to exploding, she did it again. Glancing at the control app, he could see the system registered zappings again and then going back to vibrations. Annoyed she’d defy playing with herself again, he griped her head and ripped her mouth off his cock, “how dare you stop playing with yourself, cunt!! I’m going to light your ass up from here to Georgia!”

“Please, sir,” Vyki pleaded out, “I was trying to stop my release, Sir! I knew you were close, but I was having problems stopping myself. Please, Sir, I want you to cum first!”

Colin was almost amazed as he watched her to continue to play with herself and felt his cock twitch in the cold air, “then you better finish me fast, slut.”

Vyki was only Sir’s cock in a flash as soon as he released her. However, she felt her core on the edge of eruption again after only a few strokes up and down his cock as she tasted his precum in her tongue and pulled her hand back from her pussy, almost thankful for the painful zaps pulling her back, but still feeling on the edge she returned and began moaning and licking Sir’s cock for all she was worth.

In moments or maybe minutes or even hours, Vyki wasn’t sure as her world seemed to lose track of linear time as her mind found it too frivolous to concern itself with, she felt a spurt from Sir’s lovely little slit hit her arched tongue. Knowing exactly what it meant, Vyki immediately swallowed and worked hard to tighten her lips around his slight girth as she used her tongue to coax more out of his twitching cock. She could felt jolt after jolt enter her mouth as his flavor slowly coated her mouth enveloping her taste. As the eruptions seem to diminish and Sirs clock slowly deflate, Vyki worked to continue to suckle on his flesh, licking along the slit as she felt her own lust about to burst over the plateau for her own explosion.

However, just as quickly as his eruptions filled her, Sir pushed her forehead back emptying her mouth of his essence of flesh. He had pushed her with enough **** that her mind was not able to compensate for her balance for it and her body tilted back over her heels. Falling backwards, her free hand went to catch herself landing on the cold, moist grass. Her arm was able to take a large portion of her weight’s impact, but it could stop her momentum as her ass fell off the cardboard pad Sir had placed for her.

As unexpected as this was, Vyki could feel herself close to the edge and continued to try to stimulate her crotch as she sat splayed on the ground trying to get to her own release. However, her mind finally registered that even as frantic as her hand was moving, the physical stimulation was absent. As she desperately felt around trying to find the button, she looked to Sir in desperation, “Sir, I’m soooo cloooose.”

Colin looked down at a very pathetic view of this slut desperately trying to finger herself in the dirt after sucking him to completion. He could only smirk as he said, “I can see that, but I’m done. So, I’ve shut off your little toy.”

Vyki tried a few more useless attempts confirming, Sir’s statement, even trying to use the contacts on her tits to no avail as her tormenting gadget remained still and unmoving. In maddening frustration Vyki threw her fists to the soft ground and bit back a scream of frustration, sure she would wake the dead if she let out her frustration even as hormones and desire flood her body and mind.

Seeing tears well up in her eyes as he put his cock back in his pants, Colin could almost feel it growing harder again. “Stand up, girl. We can’t linger any longer or someone might actually happen by.”

Suddenly remembering where they are as her mind was so focused on Sir, Vyki dashed around afraid someone may be quietly observing. Seeing no one, she crawls to the concrete slab for support as Sir walked off to check the entry way to the secluded area. Briefly slipping one foot as she stands up, her heel slips into the soft ground catching herself from falling back to the ground. Feeling it slightly suction she pulls her leg back up to stand on the concrete. Afraid of what she’ll see, Vyki kicks her heel up and sees the telltale mud along her heel and sole. While the fear of her shoe being ruined was confirmed, it was what else she saw that truly horrified her.

Looking down, she could see mud coating the back of her dress where her ass landed in the grass. Moreover, mud lined her hands which had also transferred to the front of her dress when she gripped her breasts. Unable to tear her eyes away from her hands she called out to her only savior, “Sir?”

Comfortable that no one was lingering around but frustrated she was taking her time, Colin turned to her and irritatedly said, “what is it, slut?”

“Sir,” Vyki said in near tears, “my dress is ruined.”

“Woah,” Colin says as his eyes take in the disheveled beauty before him, “guess you’re a dirty slut now.”

“Sir, what am I going to do?!?” Vyki says unable to dispute his comment about how dirty she truly is, not to mention how used she feels even as her body still seems to be working an elevated level with how fast her heart feels like its racing.

“Well, you’re right, that dress is no longer acceptable.” Colin says matter of factly. “Luckily, we’re at one of the largest locations for clothing retailers in the area. We’ll just get you something new.”

Vyki looks at him with true adulation, “really?? Oh, thank you, Sir! That’s so kind of you!” As annoying as he had been maybe she really had done enough to earn some reciprocation from him.

“Certainly,” Colin says walking off, “follow me and we’ll get you all set up.”

Vyki looks on in horror as she sees him walk around the corner but is unable to find the will to move herself. That is until she feels the <ZAP> hit her. Spurred on she rushes on her slightly uneven heels to catch up to him before they leave the back areas of the complex.

Rushing to walk next to him, she pleads “Sir, could you just go get me something and I could slip it on over there behind the fence.”

Colin looks at her, scoffs, and continues walking as he smugly says, “I have no idea what size you are, and I am NOT your servant to bring you clothes. I am being generous enough to offer you a new outfit, because you are getting nowhere near my Mercedes like that. You can just walk home if you’d rather.”

Vyki struggles to keep up with him as he rounds the bend. “Sir, please, I promise I’ll be a good girl... I”

“That’s right you will be!” Colin says to turn to look at her pointedly. “You fucked up your dress, you rolled around in the dirt like some bitch in heat, and I’m about to fix all this fuck up for you, but you have to suffer a few fucking steps with dirt on you!” Seeing his statements were hitting buttons, he continued, “yes, you’re going to look a little disheveled as we go in there, but people are going to see that obviously you’ve been in an embarrassing situation that we all dread and you’re trying to resolve it.” Standing back to look at her, “now I am not about to dirty up my nice clothes covering up your screw up, so I’m not going to touch you, so you will just need to follow me in like a good submissive slut. If you’re worried about seeing people around you, just focus on my coat tails and I’ll get you out of this before you know it. Got it?”

Vyki looked around timidly, suddenly feeling like a misbehaving child being talked down to for her clumsiness. As afraid as she was, she didn’t see anyone around the entrance even noticing her, but she also knew he was giving her a way out of this. She’d still be clothed and with all the stores around, they should be able to get something to cover her up and get out of there. “Yes, Sir, I’ll follow you.”

“Good, just follow me,” he says as he turns and walks off, “and you’ll be better in no time.”

Vyki quickly scurried behind him keeping her eyes fixed on the back of his sport coat **** not to lag behind and lose him. Feeling a light breeze and remembering her lack of underwear, Vyki grasps the hem of her already dirty dress with grimy hands to ensure that at least some form of modesty remains.