In The Driving Seat

I gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. I had just passed my test last week and couldn't believe that he was allowing me to drive his car, a brand-new silver-grey Mercedes. It was my reward for passing my driving test, and all of his tests.

I didn't know where we were headed. He gave the instructions and I followed them. We had just joined a dual carriageway, I shifted into fifth gear and felt the power of the car throbbing beneath me. The revving engine together with He's powerful gaze went straight to my pussy and I could feel myself getting wet. I had to be careful though, I didn't want to damage his car and risk punishment.

He was quiet; aside from directions he hadn't said a word. Now cruising at 50mph I wasn't expecting conversation for a while. He reached over and gently trailing his fingers up my thigh, he pushed my skirt up and felt my damp panties. I gasped as he gave an appreciative smile and removed his fingers.

"Put your hands down your panties and touch yourself," he ordered.

"But Sir, I'm driving," I half whispered

"Now," he said softly but firmly. I knew that tone, it was his 'don't make me tell you again' voice.

Holding tight on to the steering wheel with one hand, I slowly moved my hand down my waistband and into my now sodden panties. I moved my fingers along my wet slit and teased my swollen clit. I moaned as I felt my breath quickening.

"Eyes on the road," he instructed. I understood now. I had a tendency to close my eyes when masturbating. He wanted them open, see them widen in excitement. Make me see him watching me.

After what seemed like 100 miles but was probably less than a mile, he ordered me to turn off at the next exit. Letting me use both my hands for driving now, he directed me to a quiet, but not secluded, area. We parked in a large field situated near a B road.

"Get out of the car," he ordered.

I obeyed and followed him as he led me to a nearby tree. Standing under it, he told me to lift up my skirt.

"Now masturbate for me." I put my hands down my pants, spread my engorged pussy lips, and began moving my fingers over my slick wetness. My cunt juices poured down my thighs as I slowly inserted one finger inside my inner sanctum. My clit throbbed as my thumb pressed down and I threw my head back in pleasure.

"Eyes open," he reminded me.

"Now take your panties off and go sit by that tree."

I sat down knowing how he wanted me. It was a position he had taught me the first day I met him. Knees bent, splayed apart, my pussy on display for him.

"No, the other side," he pointed to where he wanted me to sit.

My eyes opened wide. He wanted me to sit facing the traffic. My bare shaved pussy would be on display to every passing motorist. "Now," there was that voice again. I moved around, my legs wide, my pussy throbbing. He stood in front of me, his position not accidental. He was hiding me a little from public view, but anyone who looked, would know what I was doing.

"Look at me whilst you fuck yourself with your fingers," his tone commanding, yet gentle. I stared up at him as I inserted two fingers into my wet aching cunt. I could feel my juices pouring around my fingers as I rode them hard.

"I need to cum," I panted

"Not yet."

I kept on fingering myself, teasing my clit with my other hand. I moaned loudly. I could have caused a 20 car pile-up and I wouldn't have noticed.

"Please," I begged almost sobbing.

"Don't stop," he almost growled at me.

I continued my assault on my tender swollen cunt, my thighs slick with my need. I was panting, my whole body trembling and I could feel myself spasming. I needed to cum.

"Now you may stop," his voice low and commanding.

He gave me his hand as he helped me stand up. I was shaking with desire, the need to release.

"You will cum when I say," he whispered into my ear.

"Yes Sir."

He led me back to the car and opened the passenger door for me.

"I'm driving now," he smiled.

Oh yes, he definitely was.