The car pulls over so Daisy can get some

Mr. Johnson had always had some serious stamina, but even he couldn't last very long in the dead of night with a young slut's mouth glued to his cock. He spent the short car ride moaning and groaning, calling her every name in the book and begging her to let him finish in her mouth. She was too mean for that. In the year that she'd been working for him, Daisy had learned how exactly his dick jumped in her mouth when he was almost about to cum, and every time she backed off and took her mouth away.

"You fucking bitch, you're not going to get away with that for long," Mr. Johnson whimpered.

This time, Daisy's mouth was free to smile up at him. "Yes, sir," she said.

He pulled over to the side of the road. A ride that short couldn't bring them anywhere private, so Daisy wasn't surprised to step out of the car and find that they were in the middle of a dark patch between streetlamps in some suburb she didn't recognize. She grinned, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Mr. Johnson wasn't gentle. He grabbed her by the hair he'd spent the whole drive messing up and pushed her face forward onto the hood of his car. "Beg for it, girl," he growled. She could hear his belt buckle banging against the front of the car as he dropped his pants to his knees.

"I fucking need it, Daddy. Give it to me," Daisy said, wiggling her ass toward him. When she felt a thick hand come down on her right cheek, she knew it was on.