Taken Home, But Not How I'd Expected

"C'mon, I have her address off her phone. We can drop her off now, and be on our way. The dirty slut isn't going to talk, not when she has so much to lose herself".

They leave and close the door behind themselves. I feel the rig start up again, go back into gear, and start moving. After a long trip in near pitch-black conditions, I cling on as hard as I can. I feel their jiz dry on my tits and bush as we travel.

It's not long before they stop, and one of them opens the door a crack. He brings my clothes in, sets them and my purse next to me, and says, "We're letting you off about a block from your address. Best to get dressed quickly, we're scheduled to leave town in fifteen minutes. If you're still in here by then, it means you decided to become our road slut. Leave or go, but either way, this door locks when we take off."

He walks out, leaving the door open a crack. I find myself pondering the notion, harsh as it may be, of becoming their traveling whore. It would be brutal, to be sure, but then I did enjoy it. At that moment, I remember that Nick would be expecting me at 6. I check the clock and see it's 5:37. Have I spent that much time in their company, fucking and being fucked by the two of the roughest sexual partners I've had. I quickly get myself dressed, yanking up my skirt up onto my hips, quickly tying the front closure on my halter top, and placing my shoulder cover on. I hurry out, the door, pausing only to grab my shoes and purse as I make my way out the back hatch. The light is bright and almost painful. I step out of the truck, and I soon hear it shift into gear. The driver, though I can't tell which one it is, says, "Cya later, slut", before blowing me a kiss, putting the rig into gear, and taking off.

I feel the cool spring breeze caress my body, my clothe doing nothing to stop it from blowing up and across my body just as easily as if I was still nude. I felt my breasts forming hard under my halter top, nipples pressing against the thin fabric. I can feel my tits threatening to press themselves up, and out of my top, as I make my way back to my car, content in the knowledge I don't have to walk far. Once I get to the parking lot, I find my blue car. I get in, turn the engine over, and drive back to my apartment. Traffic has increased some, but I managed to get to parked by 5:53.

I race to my condo, using the lift up to the top floor, stopping on my floor as the clock hits 6:01. I see Nick knock on my door, and I rush up to meet him, wrapping my arms around him, and pressing my jugs on his back.

"Hey, my Slut" he says with a smile, as he turns slowly to face me.

"I thought I told you only to call me that in the lift," I retort, as a toothy grin spreads on my face. I only hope the dried cum on my tits is not as apparent as I feared.

"I, I didn't realize you'd mi . . .

"I guess I don't!", I said in a rush, surprising myself with my words, "I don't mind, actually. I can be your slut anytime, oh master", I say, swaying my body back and forth suggestively".

"That's my slut! I hope You don't have anything planned, 'cause I have got just the thing!", He says before grabbing me by the arm, and pulling me back toward the lift.

"What is it? Do I need to bring anything?" I ask as I'm pulled along behind.