Yes

"You know, it makes no difference to me where I drop you off. So, do you want to go home or not?"

Emma fixed the man with her most withering glare. He gave her a lazy glance, before looking back to the road. Bastard, she thought. She was in the car now. She could be home in ten minutes. The idea of being dropped back in the cold, still undressed and being god-knows how far from home? No. At the end of the day, kissing this man's dick was a cheap price to pay.

She made the sourest face she could to ensure the man knew how fowl she thought he was. She screwed he eyes closed in disgust. Her earrings jangled as she leaned over. She felt for the man's cock with her face, and when she felt it, she planted a blind peck on its shaft. She sat up abruptly, opening her eyes and wiping her mouth with the back of her forearm.

"Disgusting," she muttered. I can't stop him from doing this, but I'm gonna do my bloody best to make him feel bad about it. The man, however, seemed unperturbed.

"You know that's not what I meant. If you want to go home, suck it."

Emma shot him a dirty look. Always another thing. She felt so helpless, and the only rebellion available to her was in her attitude. Because in the end, he had her. She had to go home. Being dropped off in the middle of nowhere was no an option to her.

"Arsehole," she cursed, glaring, before bending back over to his cock.

She took it in her mouth and began to suck. She had to twist over awkwardly from her seat, and her cheek rubbed against his shirt.

I should scrape my teeth across it, she thought. He doesn't know I'm good at blowjobs, and I don't want this arsehole to get any more pleasure out of this than necessary. The thought was an entertaining one, but futile. It would be ultimately pointless, and irritating her only way home did not seem too smart. She sucked him deeply, bringing over a hand to guide him deeper into her mouth.

Her loose hair fell all around her face, tenting out the light. She felt the man gather it up behind her head as she sucked, and he held it there. Emma's nose was touching the man's waistband with each bob of the head now. She varied her speed, swishing her tongue up against the head of his cock in her mouth. She could feel arousal start to build in her core, but pushed it down. Not a chance am I going to let myself be turned on by this.

As she continued, she felt the car come to a stop. Were they at her house already?

Suddenly, the hand holding her hair behind her head pulled back. Pain shot through the back of her head as she was yanked back by the hair and off of the man's cock. He held her head low, just over the gearstick. The man twisted his hips and, with his left hand, began rapidly stroking his cock. It was barely a few seconds before the man exploded all over her. A hot jet of cum shot from the man's cock and landed on her awkwardly positioned chest. Then another. Then another. Still holding her in that awkward twisted position by the hair, he reached his other hand across and roughly rubbed the cum across her tits and stomach. It has an unpleasant, sticky feeling to it, and it was starting to cool quickly now it was spread thin.

"There's something to wear," said the man. He patted her on the cheek, then released her hair.

Emma sat up, disgusted. She felt so dirty and guilty at the undeniable arousal she had felt. The cum had already partially dried into a cold, sticky mess. When she looked out the window of the car, she saw that they were at the address she had given him, just one road away from her own.

She looked at the man. She had always been taught manners, and for some reason, her instinct was to thank the man for the lift. Not likely, she thought, biting her tongue. She opened the door and left the car. The man did not say anything as she left. In fact, he drove off the moment she closed the door behind her.

It took a moment for it to dawn on Emma that she was outside in just her underwear and heels again, only this time covered in cum. She cupped her breasts awkwardly again as she scuttled to her flat.

Fortunately, the road was empty, and she made it to the front door of her flat without incident. As she approached the door, something dawned on her. No. The relief at being home dissolved away, and in its place came stomach-turning anxiety. No-no-no.

She remembered that her parents went away for the week. And because of her dress, she had no wallet. No phone. And no keys.

Emma had no way into her house, but worse of all she was half-naked and covered in cum.