Sunday Fun day Pt.3
With thanks to DorisTVmaid for the welcome kick up the ass I needed to continue this xxxx love u babe xxxx
Ohhh what a mess I'd gotten into! All tarted-up and here I am in the back of someone's car I've only ever chatted to.
I guessed him to be 45 to 50, well groomed judging from his haircut, nice aftershave and brown eyes from what I could see from the rear view mirror.
We drove in total silence for probably no more than 15 minutes but we were already in the more rural countryside surrounding Chichester.
Stopping outside a quiet row of shops he handed me a envelope and a pound coin and very unceremoniously told me "Out now and post this slut".
I'm now very outside my comfort zone and into kinks I've never done before.
Red lingerie, red heels, not a clue where we've just parked at and now I've been ordered to post his mail.
I'm fucked. I've no clothes, no 'phone, no money (I left those in his boot) and now I definatly have no choice.
So why then is my cock hardening?
I'm getting aroused by this man forcing me to parade myself in front of a stranger, or maybe strangers, I've no
idea how busy the shop is yet I'm getting the beginning of an erection just thinking about going into there dressed like
a slut!!
I hear the whirr of the window as it drops, this is decision time. Do I reach out of the car for the doorhandle or do I bottle it like I nearly did less than half an hour or so ago at the railway station.
Never before have I felt so tiny, humiliated, belittled or exhilarated at the same time.
No customers just one very confused owner. Now call me nieve but shopowners seldom have to count change twice right?
Thankfully that's all he did but look
Never did a set of heels carry a slut back to the car faster or a slut be more relieved on seeing it still parked there.
All I got from my stranger was "Where's my change?" As we drove off and continued.
More to come soon - promise.
Love Davina xxx
Ohhh what a mess I'd gotten into! All tarted-up and here I am in the back of someone's car I've only ever chatted to.
I guessed him to be 45 to 50, well groomed judging from his haircut, nice aftershave and brown eyes from what I could see from the rear view mirror.
We drove in total silence for probably no more than 15 minutes but we were already in the more rural countryside surrounding Chichester.
Stopping outside a quiet row of shops he handed me a envelope and a pound coin and very unceremoniously told me "Out now and post this slut".
I'm now very outside my comfort zone and into kinks I've never done before.
Red lingerie, red heels, not a clue where we've just parked at and now I've been ordered to post his mail.
I'm fucked. I've no clothes, no 'phone, no money (I left those in his boot) and now I definatly have no choice.
So why then is my cock hardening?
I'm getting aroused by this man forcing me to parade myself in front of a stranger, or maybe strangers, I've no
idea how busy the shop is yet I'm getting the beginning of an erection just thinking about going into there dressed like
a slut!!
I hear the whirr of the window as it drops, this is decision time. Do I reach out of the car for the doorhandle or do I bottle it like I nearly did less than half an hour or so ago at the railway station.
Never before have I felt so tiny, humiliated, belittled or exhilarated at the same time.
No customers just one very confused owner. Now call me nieve but shopowners seldom have to count change twice right?
Thankfully that's all he did but look
Never did a set of heels carry a slut back to the car faster or a slut be more relieved on seeing it still parked there.
All I got from my stranger was "Where's my change?" As we drove off and continued.
More to come soon - promise.
Love Davina xxx
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