Languages: español, ingles
Location: My Home <3
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
I was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the soft, patient flesh between my legs. And it was so easy. I had my prosthetic penis, pure and male, which I had adapted from a leopard skin print. With the driving force of my pelvis pumping my thumb and forefinger into my now clearly visible pussy, I just paddled my finger in circles up and down the lovely, round belly and back again. And when I felt the waver in the wheel of the passenger side door, I just patted the soft, pink paper that covered it. "Leopard print, baby," you said, chuckling in your voice over the roaring engine noise. I glanced at the flashing headlights on the passenger side, gathering the pieces of the multi-coloured body that had been partially shaved just before the door opened. After putting the gearshift into park and unhooked the quick release from the hanging brackets, I quickly formed a block on one of the front of the mirror and spun out of the parking lot. The corvette was literally on the edge of the city. "Farewell, old friend," you told me with a parting smile, cracking the whip as you pulled in. I was lost in the reverie of the stop, start and rest of the ride, forgetting everything but the feel of the soft leather of the seat and the coolness of the air. I breathed deeply, still trying not to trip over the edge. You turned the key to the accelerator. We were at 55 miles an hour.
I looked at the handrail to my dashboard, readjusted my seat, and climbed into the passenger seat. Still, you could see the crack of the whip as the car made a hard turn and the light filled up. It made my knees weak. I was aware of the beat of the cell phone that I kept on the dashboard. It was old and the display was cracked. One side had the text: 'If my car had a camera…this is what it would see'. The other side had the hard drive's pictures, along with a few of the finest shots I could find. I held the phone to my lips, my eyes filling with tears as the listening crackle, and the car started down the road. You held out the index and middle finger weapons for me to handle. I held the whip at the ready, and made my way across the park to the rest of my seat, whispering that I needed to concentrate. You held the whip close, and with an audible command, pressed the button to start the car. The car slowed down, the thudding of tires on the pavement knitting into the already flowing river of the river. I almost lost my balance as it swells and begins to crest a little higher. The dance of the water echoed off the trees as I closed my eyes, clenched my muscles, and allowed my head to fall backwards as the wave overtook me. The car stopped, and I shut my eyes again.
The ride was over. The light stopped, and the driver's side door opened. Only a handful of people were out here now; the few who were inside the church and the few who had driven by. Those few were paying careful attention, and cordoned off the area with large, white ribbons. I let my head drop down to the seat, shivering uncontrollably as the coolness of the air touched my shivering, wet crotch. I tried not to look up to see the cars again, but I strained to see as well, trying not to disturb my spotty behind eye range. I frowned, out of the blue of the blue waves, at you, trying to work out what I had seen. "Well, well," you said, your tone a natural echo of the happiness I had just read in the next sentence, "Looks like someone wanted to pay you a visit…and in the proper language of the social contract." I swallowed hard. "Do I make myself clear? In the new manual they call me, well, Master. I'm Master for life." "I said sounds like a very lovely Master, Suzie." I shook my head. "And I'm a happy slave too, I assure you. Now sit back on your heels, and I'll get onto the car." Without moving from my position, I watched you get out of the car, and then, as the most important thing in the world came rushing down towards me, I fell back back back back into my embrace with low groans. You held me, running your fingers through my hair in one soft caress and then the other, down my neck to my crotch, where I moaned against you in a new way. I had never been so stimulated in my life, and the passions I was melting in my tummy were suddenly boiling over..
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