Chapter 2

“Holy shit, Donna! I had no idea that porn paid so well! I was always under the assumption that it paid just enough to keep food on the table, but not much else!” I said.

“For the majority of the girls, that’s true. But if you are smart, really good-looking, and versatile you can make some good money,” she said.

“Versatile?” I asked, my curiousity piqued.

“You’ll see when we get home. But first you said to remind you to take the long way home!”

“I did, didn’t I. Okay, we’re off then!” I said. I pulled out of the parking lot heading a different direction than the one we came in.

As we got onto the freeway, Donna asked. “So where are we going Master?”

“Oh, to a little place I know...” I said, being very vague about our destination. “Why don’t you lean your seat back and relax until we get there.”

She reclined her seat and closed her eyes, relaxing as we drove along. This was my chance ... my hand cautiously crept across the center console and rested on her thigh. She didn’t move or make any indication for me to stop so I took it as permission to continue.

I gently stroked her stocking-clad thigh, moving a bit higher with every pass. After a couple of those passes she opened her eyes and looked at me with an I-know-what-you’re-up-to-mister smile.

Just when I thought I was caught and would have to explain my audacious boldness, Donna lifted her ass from the seat and hiked her dress up to her waist and spread her legs wider, showing me her pretty but skimpy pink lace panties. She took my hand, which was resting just below the lace top of her thigh high stockings, and moved it over top of her panties, leaving no doubt that she wanted it there.

I could feel the heat coming from her furnace and she let out a soft moan feeling my hand on her pussy. A hint that there was fun to be had here!

“Sit on your hands slave and keep them there ... Master wants to play with you a bit!” I said.

Donna looked at me and smiled, “Yes, Master.” She obediently put her hands under her ass and I began rubbing her pussy through her panties. She must have been anticipating having sex tonight because it didn’t seem very long at all before she started moaning louder and rolling her hips, grinding up against my hand. I felt a dampness starting to form and sure enough, when I looked over at her I could see a small wet spot growing and darkening the fabric covering her.

Being in the “adult entertainment industry” I knew that she was used to dirty talk – in both her movies and on stage dancing. So I knew she wouldn’t be too shocked with my next move.

“So my little slave slut likes to have Master play with her pussy does she? Your panties are getting wet slave, are you getting wet for me?” I said, teasing her with my dirty talk.

“Oh yes, Master ... soo wet ... please Master, please play with my hot, wet pussy,” she moaned.

“I would love to play with your pussy, my dear, but I am too far away to reach you. Besides, I need to concentrate on driving. I do have an idea, though ... why don’t YOU play with your pussy. Play with your pussy and get yourself sopping wet for me. I want you to get so horny and needy that you are begging me to let you cum! I want to hear you beg like a good slave slut!”

“Yes, Master,” she said and began rubbing herself over her panties, taking up where I left off. I could see why she chose her profession too – both porn movies and exotic dancing cater to the exhibitionist as well as the voyeur, and it was the former that came through now. Donna loved being watched while she played with herself and it got her hotter and more excited as she rubbed her saturated pussy.

“Oh, Master! Oh I’m getting so hot ... so wet. Please hurry Master I want you inside me!” she moaned.

Now I’m a grown man and I know she is in the business of stroking men’s egos so I wasn’t oblivious to the fact this could all be part of her act. Still, something seemed genuine in her moaning and she was definitely getting wetter. And it wasn’t like she was plying me for money – I had already “bought” her and paid for dinner.

She wasn’t going to get any more money from me so if this was an act, she was going to be disappointed. Besides, if she was looking for a fat wallet, she picked the wrong guy – I made a decent living as a firefighter, but from what she told me about what she gets paid, I’m a pauper!

I was headed out of town a little ways to a popular spot that overlooks the city. Our city is surrounded on three sides with small rolling hills and this spot had a nice parking area that, when night falls, shows off the city lights well. The kids used come up here once in awhile for a makeout session, but nobody had come up here in a long time – apparently “parking”, as we called it, had fallen out of fashion!

As we left the city limits I upped the ante a bit. I wanted her to be just about out of her mind by the time we got to the spot I had in mind. “Okay my little slut, we’ve put the city behind us. Now take off those panties ... I want those fingers working that dripping pussy!” I said.

Donna didn’t even have time to say “Yes, Master” – she whipped those panties off like they were on fire! She immediately plunged her two fingers into her sopping wet hole.

“Oh GOD!” she cried out as she began rapidly fingerfucking herself. She slid her free hand into the cleavage of her dress and began playing with her nipple. I could see her hand moving under her dress top and I heard her gasp as she pinched her nipple. I knew from the cut of the dress she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Slide those shoulder straps down – I want to watch you play with your tits,” I commanded her. She was so caught up in her lust now that she automatically responded by doing as I said, there was no questioning my orders.

For the first time since we met I got a really good look at my “slave”. And I could see why she made such good money in her work – the girl was incredible! I stared in awed wonder at her 34DD tits, sitting high on her chest, so full and firm, with dusky rose-colored areolas capped with thick nipples, currectly hard and erect and begging to be licked.

Regrettably, I had to force my attention back onto the road to keep us from going into the ditch. Donna reached up and began pinching and tugging on her hard nipple again as she worked herself ever closer to her orgasm.

As I watched her play with herself, I realized that my little slave slut really enjoyed having her nipples pinched and pulled. She was moaning and squirming in her seat like she was sitting on a live electrical wire, all the while pulling at her nipples like she wanted to rip them off her amazing tits.

Note to self: play with this girl’s tits and you will OWN her!

We were getting close to the overlook I was heading for when Donna made that fatal announcement: “Oh God, Master, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Please, Master, please make me cum! Oh please!” she cried.

“No! Not yet, slut. You hold it ... and keep playing in that pussy!” I commanded.

“Ohhh...” she groaned her disappointment. But she did as she was told and kept fingering her drooling pussy. The sounds of her moans and whimpers, combined with the squishy sounds her fingers made churning in her pussy made for delightful road music. I could tell, though, that if we didn’t get to our destination soon, she would lose this battle.

A couple more turns in the road and she was again entreating me. “Please Master! Please I need to cum! I need to cum so bad ... please may I cum? Please ... I can’t ... Oh God, Master, please!”

“Not yet, slut. We are almost there – you hold it, don’t you dare cum in my car! If you cum before we get where we are going, I will beat your ass – you hear me?” I said sounding as gruff as I could pull off with her.

But it worked and she let out a dejected moan and continued to fingerfuck herself. But I knew that it was only a matter of time and not long at that. I saw her cross and uncross her legs much like you would if you had to piss really bad and I knew this battle was all but over.

Fortunately for her, the treeline along the road suddenly fell back and I saw the outlook just ahead. I whipped the car into the parking area and slammed on the brakes, shoving the gearshift into Park. I jumped out of the car and ran around to her side, throwing open her door and jerking her, rather roughly, to her feet.

I pulled her quickly around to the back of the car, pushing her upper body down on the rear of the car. I jerked my pants down, hiked her dress up, and kicked her feet apart, all in what almost seemed like one fluid motion.

“OHHH, FUUUCCKK!” she screamed as I shoved my raging cock into her wet hot pussy in one hard slick thrust. My hard-as-steel cock shoved deep into her was all that was needed for her to explode in a tremendous orgasm.

She reached up and clawed at the trunk lid of the car as she came harder than I’d ever seen any woman cum. She threw her head back, whipping me with her long brown hair as she howled her rapture to the stars. Pussy juice poured from her like a pitcher of water splashing on the ground and splattering us both as it hit the pavement.

Donna must have squirted a gallon of her sweet syrup because when she finally finished, we were both soaked. She lay her head down on the car trunk, her legs trembling violently as they struggled to keep her upright.

I was worried she would fall so I stayed directly behind her as she panted and moaned. But just couldn’t keep from reaching around to pinch and roll those thick, fat nipples between my fingers as I moved my cock slowly in and out of her.

I know it was borderline cruelty to tease her and draw out this mind-bending orgasm like this, but when you have a drop-dead gorgeous woman nearly naked and bent over the back of your car ... well I’m only human!

Her orgasm did eventually fade and her breathing returned to a more normal state. But I didn’t want her to cool off too much and have to heat her back up again, so once I could see her breathing was at a reasonable rate, I stopped teasing her ... and started fucking her!

“Oh God, Master, no! Please, not yet! Oh please!” she whined her objection.

I reached forward and grabbed a huge handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet and back against me. I grabbed her by the throat with my other hand holding her tight enough that she had difficulty breathing, but I wasn’t actually choking her. I wanted her to feel my dominance and know that I was the one who allowed her to breathe.

“What did you say slave? Are you telling me, your Master, no? Who in the fuck do you think you are, slut? I ought to beat your insolent ass right here! Here I was being nice to you, treating you more like a girlfriend than a slave and taking you to a nice dinner. I even gave you an orgasm out of the kindness of my heart. And how do you repay my generosity? By telling me no, like you run this show!” I growled in her ear and shook her head by the hair for emphasis.

When I let her go, she turned to me with a scared look in her eyes until she saw the look on my face. I guess I won’t win any acting awards because she saw the smirk (or whatever it was) and knew that this was part of the game. She was a slave and told me, her Master, no – I had to play the outraged Master!

“Please Master, please, I’m sorry! Please don’t spank me! Please I didn’t mean it ... let me pleasure you ... let me show you I can be a good slave, please Master!” she said contritely. I grabbed her by the upper arm and half-dragged her around to the passenger side back door. I opened it and pulled out a floor mat dropping it on the ground. “Now get on your knees slut and give me a reason NOT to beat your ass!” I barked in mock anger.