What other option is there really?

The hand on your ass briefly leaves your soft skin and you almost moan in disappointment, but before you can, fingertips return, applying the slightest of pressure to your white cheeks.

You try to concentrate on the cock still in your mouth, but whilst you still bob your head up and down on it, your mind is focused on those fingers on your ass. Those very fingers begin to slide downwards over the curve of your upturned ass, and you feel them slide from cheek to the top of your thigh. Without really thinking about it you literally shift your position so that those fingers edge sideways closer to your pussy. The hands’ owner knows full well what you want, and without any great foreplay runs his fingers directly onto the excited lips of your pussy.

“Oh fuck yes” you mumble, not caring if the words are muffled by the fact your mouth is full of hard throbbing cock. Just to emphasise your acceptance of the fingers you thrust your body back against the hand, hoping that it will let the hand know you want more than just gentle touching.

“**** little slut isn’t she” you hear a male voice comment from behind you, letting you know the hand belongs to someone outside the car. For the barest of moments you know the use of the word slut should anger you, but not tonight, not when you are this horny and as **** for pleasure as the voice seems to be suggesting.

“Two little sluts in fact” another voice adds, again from outside the car, and for the first time in some minutes you remember Lucy on the seat behind you, wondering what she is now doing, but too pre-occupied to actually be able to look.

Without another word being spoken you feel the fingers begin to part the lips of your pussy, and you pause your mouth on the cock in it as you cant help but moan out loudly as the lips are spread and one finger finds the soaking entrance into you.

Your driver suddenly gives your head a gentle push downwards, clearly wanting you to continue the blowjob, and you are happy to oblige again. As you bob your head down you feel a finger drive into you, the gentleness you would normally expect at the start non-existence, but right now you really don’t care.