Although not as a dominating girlfriend, but as a horny slut.
I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously Lucifer had been controlling.
Suddenly it wasn't him forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition... because I wanted to... because I wanted him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.
I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.
I needed to ride it fast.
I needed it slamming into me. I didn't need to make love, I needed to fuck.
Yet I couldn't do any of those things without completely giving away to my Mum the shocking truth of what we were doing.
Suddenly my brain vibrated.
I looked at it.
'Fuck, you are amazing, pet.'
Reading those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing... innocent even... term for being a pet... and I was a quivering, needy mess.
I couldn't deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words.
Talk about your mixed signals!
I loved him. No question.
And this... this... whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him.
I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong!
How could something wrong feel so right?
I was making my boyfriend happy, which is the goal of every girl... of every wife.
I struggled to control trembling hands, as I positioned my neck to look into his eyes.
'I love you, Lucifer'
Another text.
'I'm going to come in you, pet.'
Another text:
'Just ride me a teeny bit faster.'
Another text:
'That's an order, Granger!'
I wanted to make my boyfriend happy.
I wanted to get him off.
I wanted to feel his cum shooting inside my pussy.
So...
I began riding him faster, cautiously grabbing the back of Grandpa's seat for support.
I didn't bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and performed my expert move that always got him off, as I tightened my Kegel muscles around his stiff dick.
And just like it always worked, I felt his cum filling my cunt.
I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was resting on the side of the seatback just inches from....
"You okay?" Grandpa asked again.
"I just really need to pee," I replied, desperately grabbing any old excuse as Lucifer continued spewing inside me and I continued milking him for all I could get.
"A couple more minutes," he promised.
"Okay," I replied, leaning up, then adding the double entendre, "much longer and I may explode."
"I'm doing the best I can," Grandpa said, knowing from years of travelling that when I say I have to pee... I have to pee.
Lucifer began bucking his ass up, really fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, "Oh, God."
"There's a truck stop in two miles," Grandpa said, pointing out a sign.
"So close," I replied, again a double meaning, now completely unable to hide my desperation to come, grateful he was misinterpreting what my urgency was about, as I desperately tried to come at least without screaming, and before we reached the truck stop.
Lucifer kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or hard enough to make slapping sounds, but actively enough to build my orgasm.
I could feel the tide rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one-mile sign.
Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have this orgasm, my very life depended on this orgasm!
I leaned away from the seat, leaned back against Lucifer's chest and rode his cock like a crazy woman as I moved my hand to my clit and started strumming.
I was thankful the music was too loud for anyone to hear the wet sounds of sex right behind as I bounced on Lucifer's cock, desperate to orgasm.
I could see the stop and a restaurant in the near distance, fast approaching even as I was doing the same, and I closed my eyes and rode and rode and rubbed... and rubbed and finally erupted.
"God," I moaned loudly, allowing the word out, certain that my parents would still think I was desperate to pee, not knowing that immediately behind I was unable to restrain my vocalisations not because of hydraulic pressure, but because my orgasm was hitting me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and flooding onto Lucifer's cock and lap.
Again I grabbed the driver's seat and pulled myself up, Lucifer's cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.
"Thirty seconds, pumpkin."
God, why did they have to drive us to the airport?
"Okay, thanks," I replied weakly, as my now unstoppable orgasm continued ripping through me like a tornado.
I could feel Lucifer fumbling underneath me, likely putting away his cock.
I just closed my eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through me, an orgasm as intense as any I'd ever experienced.
Because of the crazy reality I had just fucked my boyfriend in a car with my family mere inches away.
When Grandpa pulled in and brought the car to a stop, my orgasm still wasn't complete.
Yet I had to appear urgent, desperate even, like I could pee myself at any moment, so I slammed open the door, cum running down my legs, and jumped out of the car, glancing back as I began running to see Lucifer grinning at me, his package safe and sound in his trousers... although a very clear wet patch providing visible evidence of our wrongdoing should CSI show up to investigate.
I scurried through a rustic restaurant and into the washroom, the guilt and shame of my indiscretion act suddenly hitting me like the summer heat.
I... had... just... had... sex... with... Lucifer....In... our... car!
With... my... apparently oblivious parents... inches... away!
Oh... my... God!
I... am... the... worst... daughter... ever!
But worse yet?
It had been fucking amazing!
I may have been a bad daughter, but I was a very good pet!
I got to the washroom, and for the second time today I wiped cum off my legs.
This time the cum wasn't just mine.
What had come over me?
Why had I let him do that to me?
I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing had prevented me from pushing him out of me.
Nothing except my own willingness to fuck him.
'Fuck!'
Then he texted my brain again...
'That was amazing, pet.'
'Fuck!'
I tried to send a message back, my orgasm finally subsiding, finally responding to him as a domineering girl I am.
That can't happen again!!!
He didn't respond.
So as I finished cleaning up, I messaged again:
'I'm serious!'
He again ignored me.
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