Take Me for a Ride Master

Dear Literotica readers, this is the sequel of Take Me For A Ride. For those unfamiliar with my style: this story contains degradation, nonconsent, D/s and gender play in an exhibitionist plot. Let me know if this particular setup worked for you in the comments, yes? Enjoy!

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"You get off so hard lately," Camille says, standing in the shower together. "I always thought living together would, y'know, make things... boring."

Softly, our bodies touch under the warm water, she slides her hands around my waist from behind, lathers my chest in soap. She is so tender and careful, it makes me shudder. The contrast with what is in my head is huge.

"I'm not bored," I say. She doesn't need to know why.

I think back to earlier that evening on the couch, while she read a book with a good glass of wine, and I was playing with my phone again. When another one of Richard's videos had come in.

It was just supposed to be a short ride around the countryside. In his new car. In stead it turned into a quick fuck in the woods. On the hood of his new car. While my girlfriend was waiting for us to return back home. My girlfriend is a gorgeous, smart lesbian. Happy to score one of the few tomboys not considering transitioning. She likes to brag about me to her lesbian friends. It is a thing. If only she knew the truth.

Not just because I don't think I am the tomboy she thinks I am. She doesn't know I fucked men. I don't anymore. Not really. Just this one time. Richard. It would be the last time. Secret fuck to get it out of my system. I didn't want an audience.

But I ended up having one after all.

Whore forced to take multiple creampies and swallows a load

I got out my earphones, pretended to listen to music, watched myself do things on camera I will always deny I have done. It was disgusting. I was disgusting. And I was all over the internet with it.

It was sick, but it got me wet. It got me to slide my hand up my girlfriend's leg, take her to the shower.

This had been happening over and over lately. Sure enough, once every while, my phone would buzz, Richard would send me a video of what we had done in the forest. And I would watch myself moan and twitch and curse on the screen of my phone until I couldn't deny my mistake was bigger than I pretended it to be, way bigger. It was everywhere. I had not just bent over for him.

And there I was, again, on my knees in the shower, cumming hard, with Camille's hand inside me while I pretended it was a guy's cock - a guy who was... not Richard.

What can I say, guilt is the aphrodisiac nobody ever talks about... And my guilt is huge. Especially when I remember what actually happened.

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Shit, I hear another car! Headlights flood over Richard and me as it slows down, turns into our spot. I feel exposed, bent down over this car hood, with my boxerbriefs down my legs and his cock buried inside me. Panic rises inside me.

"Let me go!" I start.

I want to pull up my clothes, but Richard pushes away my hands, keeps himself inside. As big and heavy a man as he is, he can keep me from doing anything. It arouses me. But also scares me right now.

"You thought I brought you here for a secret fuck?" He enjoys the confusion on my face. "Of course you have no idea about this parking, as a lesbian."

"I'm not a lesbian..." I murmur, more to myself than anyone else. But I wonder what I have gotten myself into.

"I know you're not," he chuckles. "Better not let Camille know you're more of a gay boy than a butch dyke, I guess, right? Or do you want me to tell her?"

He throws in his weight, traps my arms.

"Get off me," I grunt at thim. He chuckles.

"I can tell her, when we get back, about how you kept your ass cheeks open for me so I could slide into your warm, wet cunt. If you don't listen to me."

"Goddammit, asshole!" I spit at him.

"I will mention you asked for a condom. Responsible boy. Just so she knows she doesn't need to worry."

My jaw tenses up. He grabs my hair. Puts his lips against my ear.

"Oh... Boys are so much tighter when they are angry..."

He grinds himself inside me, moaning. I feel myself drip along his cock, down my legs, again. I hate him. I hate myself.

I turn my head to look. A car is parked behind us. Two men are sitting inside. We are in full sight in their headlights. They are watching us. Shit. I am suddenly very aware of every inch of my skin that is not covered.

"Keep your head down, we have an audience," he says. I feel so uncomfortable, I envision the view from the other car, I wonder how much they can see, but he seems to feed off that.

His hand travels over my body, under it, rubs my binder. When I try to stop him, he grabs my wrists, makes me feel how strong he is again. His demanding use of my body drives me crazy.

"I love how tight this makes you," he whispers. "You love this, don't you boy? Better not let anyone know how much of an exhibitionist slut you really are. How you like to be watched when you cheat on your girlfriend."

"I hate you," I whisper. "I hate you. I hate you."

"I know," he chuckles. "I love that..."

And then I hear a car door, I see a pale man standing next to me. He is touching his cock through his pants. It makes me sick a little. I hear another car door...

"Filthy boy you got there," the other guy says behind Richard, as he watches him take me.

His voice is deep, like a man in his fifties. I glance over. I was right: a big, older black man.

"Oh this is a special one, you'll see," Richard says.

"Can we take a look at him?" The pale man sounds younger.

I suddenly realize none of these men have any idea about what is really in my pants.

"Time to show these gentlemen how dirty you are, boy," he says as he pulls out. "Keep your ass open."

For some insane reason I obey. There I am, bent over, my hands keeping myself open so my cunt in full view. Cooling in the air. Waiting. I feel their eyes on my hole.

"Oh! That is a surprise..." the big, older man says.

"A very good one, as well, I can assure you that," Richard says, as he sits on the hood next to me, casually caresses my hair.

My face tenses up, but Richard was right. I am going to do whatever he says. Annoyingly, some part of me is wanting this.

"Want to feel?" He says to the men.

What?! No! I try to get up, my eyes find Richard's eyes, fear is about to take me over, but he puts his hand on the back of my head, softly pushes me down again.

"It's okay, let them feel you, little boy," he whispers. "They're just curious about your pussy."

I don't know what to say. I let them.

One of the men, the big, older guy, puts a soft hand on my ass, then caresses the inside of my thigh, up, up. It is sticky there, I know this. Oh man, no... he slides his fingers between my pussy lips... I can feel him try to find my opening, awkwardly. And then he finds it. While everything inside me screams, he sticks in a finger.

"Never fingered a girl before," he says. "First time for everything, eh?" They all laugh.

I am not enjoying it, his finger is poking inside me like he is trying to get a coin out of a slot machine. But Richard keeps caressing my head.

"Come on, be a good boy," he whispers. "Let him."

"Nice and loose," the older man says, laughing.

"Yeah, I did my best," Richard laughs back. "But he tightens up, trust me."

"Good." The man besides me says, decidedly. I glance up. He is wearing a service job shirt. He has a forbidding face, dark features, with a certain paleness to them. Some side of the mediterranean? Spanish? Bags under his eyes, it must be a tough job. He looks young and sounds unfriendly. "Or we'll have to toss a coin who goes last."

Who goes last? What does he mean? He can't mean...

"Just use the nipples, they're under a really tight binder but he gets off on it when you find them," Richard says. "Or ignore his 'no'. Now that gets him tight..."

They talk about me like I am cattle, and I can't get myself to protest.

"Oh one of those!" The older stranger says. "That can be interesting. If they don't fight you off for real!" They all laugh. "Push out your cock like they don't want it! Seriously, I had that happen, more than once. Stupid boys. Do they want to fuck or not? Right!?"

"You just need to use more force then," the Mediterranean man next to me says, coldly.

"Oh don't worry," Richard laughs. "This one will make me proud."

He kisses me on my cheek. Grabs my chin, kisses my mouth. A long, soft kiss. Then he whispers to me:

"You will, right?" I stare at him, not knowing what to say. He whispers: "I know you want to do whatever I ask. To be a slut for me. The dirty, cock hungry slut Camille has no idea about. Be a good boy and let these men use you. Okay?"

I take a last look around. The older black dude is wearing the same service job shirt. I guess they are colleagues, sharing the secret of cruising for gay ass after hours. He is huge. I like that. Bigger than Richard even. I wonder if his cock is too...

I swallow hard. I think I may have nodded. I have no idea why.

"Make daddy proud," he says again. He pats my cheek with a wink and gets up. Where is he going?

He walks to the car door. Oh hell, he is going to leave me here with these men. He is going to sit inside the car as these men fuck me on his hood. My breath stops. And then he turns to the men before he climbs in.

"Oh and don't use condoms," he says. "The boy likes it raw."

"What? No!" I say, panicked, "No, I want condoms!"

"Oh like you have never barebacked..." he says. "Don't pretend. You love it raw."

The Richard closes the car door behind him. One of the guys puts his hand between my legs.

"Use a fuckin' condom," I say again, my voice is shaking.

The men pretend they don't hear me. I look at Richard through the windshield. He is sitting right in front of me, watching me from the driver's seat, slowly jacking himself off, staring in my eyes forbiddingly. He shakes his head. Winks. My heart sinks in my chest.

"I just heard you get real tight when we ignore your 'no'," says the big man.

I feel two hands grab my hips. And then a fat cock forces itself inside me, unprotected. It nauseates me a bit. The kind that comes from denying you get off on something. Hard.

"Ohhh..." the old, fat guy behind me moans.

He languidly forces himself in and out of my cunt. His soft, big body presses into me. That never fails to arouse me. But I don't feel satisfied. He's thicker, but not as long as Richard. He pulls me under his big frame, to bury himself inside me as deep as he can. Then he keeps still, like it is all too much.

"That was no lie. Really tight. Man don't make me nut right now!"

"Or maybe you should make him squirt," the pale man says to me. "Since he's not wearing a condom, we just heard you like that too." They both chuckle.

I feel lost, trapped. I am looking into Richard's face, seeing how fascinated he is with my horror. Behind me, the man finds his cool again, and starts fucking me again. The only thing that does anything for me is his soft, heavy belly pressing me down, making me feel small. But he is not hitting the right spot, not big enough for it. His girth makes me feel stretched out. Sometimes it hurts a bit. My face twitches. I see Richard enjoy how I am not enjoying this.

I can't suppress memories of all the empty fucks before, the bad sex I said I never wanted to have again, but secretly did. And here I am, bent over on a car hood, for more.

He's getting rougher. Shoves up my shirt, to find my tight top under it. The guy has no idea where to find my nipples, his hand randomly touches and grabs. He decides to rake his nails over my binder. Whoa. My face contorts, I can see Richard's hand move faster. He is feeding off my discomfort. Asshole.

"Wow, even tighter," I feel his legs shake against mine. "Oh god I'm gonna nut."

I bet no cum can leak out until he unplugs himself from me. God that turns me on... It gets me so tight he has to push hard to get deep inside me again. He forces himself in. And then holds still. I can feel his cock throbbing in me, his balls pulling tight, filling me twitch after twitch.

This, this is why I get off on bareback. Goddammit. I look Richard in the eyes as I am being filled from behind, and then I can't help but get lost, I feel the warm cum, a wave of guilty pleasure surges through me. My eyes roll back. So good...

When I look up again, I can see Richard has a hard time not cumming yet. Fuck, that is hot.

My clit twitches. It has not been touched this entire fuck, but it wants to get off on this load. On being watched taking this load. I am not indulging. I like the denial. I like the feeling of being used.

And then the guy pulls out. Lord, I was right. A huge, thick load gushes out of me. Down my leg, in my boxers.

Oh man, how am I going to explain all of this to Camille.

As the guilt kicks in, the pale, dark haired stranger steps behind me. He is far less ceremonial, though. With his first touch, I am starting to regret this thing a lot more. He grabs my ass, roughly, fingers digging in my skin until it hurts. He slaps it. Something I like, but only as hard as the first time. The second time is over the edge. So is the third.

"Careful dude! What the fuck!"

"Don't you fucking tell me to be careful," he spits at me. He pushes in his dick. He is rock hard, uncomfortably hard, like some badly designed dildo. He enters me so roughly, it hurts.

"Christ, careful asshole!"

"Shut up, whore," he grunts.

He grabs my hair, pulls my head back. Puts a hand over my mouth. This guy scares me. My heart beats loudly in my chest. I look at Richard, but in his eyes I see a sadistic gleam, a fascination that worries me. He likes this, he is not going to help me.

Nobody is going to help me.

I grind my teeth and let him fuck me like the animal he is. Plowing into me like I'm an object. He is so rough I see Richard move in his seat from the thrusts that shake the car. I resent having this guy inside me unprotected. It does not nearly feel hot enough to be worth the risk.

"Fucking hell," he pants, behind me. "You two did stretch her too much, man, it takes forever to get off."

"Hurt the nipples," the other guy says. "She likes that."

He pulls at my binder frantically.

"Give me your tits, whore," he hisses. "If I'm going to fuck a girl, I will have tits to play with."

As a part of me feels torn open by his words, I help him pull up the tight fabric. My tits spill out from under the top, nipples getting painfully hard quickly in the outside air.

"Ah yes, yes." His big hands knead them, roughly, like they squeezed my ass. "Disgusting tits."

I feel exposed. Wounded. Tears well up. And yes... there it is. The hurt spills out like vomit. I cry like a girl. I am a girl, who am I kidding. A fucking stupid whore, bent over a car hood, giving her pussy to strangers. Without condoms. I can't look at Richard, but I know he is watching me break down.

I know he is enjoying it.

"Time to get off," the guy grunts in my neck.

His rough hands find my nipples and pinch them. Hard. I scream, and twist under him, but he doesn't let go. And for some reason my screams turn to moans.

"Jesus! It hurts," I say. But I wonder if I mean it.

"Oh yes, that works... that works..." He says, jabbing inside my soft pussy with his insanely hard cock.

I am trying to check out from the body he is abusing, but I know I get aroused when it hurts. Because some fucked up part of me likes it. I can't lie about that. Not here. Not while they're using it on me and it works.

"Get ready for my cum, whore", he says. He pulls me up, grabs me by my throat. "Look at your Master as I fill you with my sperm, you filthy cum bucket, look at him."

Finally, I open my eyes, I look at Richard and I see the most unsettling thing I can imagine. He is holding his phone up. He is filming me.

My stomach turns. No. What the fuck, no. How long has he been filming me? I shake my head at him, angry, but all he does is grin, and nod, and stare at us with an obscene enjoyment. His face shows a blood lust I haven't seen before.

The guy behind me slaps an exposed tit. Laughs. I see Richard grin back. I can't stomach that this is on tape. Then the guy chokes me for his final moment. His nasty, wiry fingers push into the skin of my throat, his hand pressing on my windpipe, like he means it. I start to panic, when will he let me breathe. I need to breathe. Cum motherfucker!

And then he cums. Rough, deep. It starts leaking immediately, but he keeps spurting his watery sperm. It seems to take forever. My clit is twitching involuntarily, like it loves this. Finally, he lets me go. I ghasp for air, cough. I can't think, just suck in one breath after another. I feel lightheaded. My ears ring.

Then there's a stillness inside me that amplifies everything, like an empty room. The sound of the wind feels like drums. Bird songs send chills down my spine. I am filled with the musky smell of the forest. My messy cunt is a gaping, rapidly cooling wet center in my awareness. My nipples stick out like useless aerials. Involuntarily, my legs start to shake.

In hyper aware detail, I hear Richard open the car door and step out.

"I should've fucked her ass," the pale stranger says.

"He'd have deserved that if he had been a real boy..." Richard says. They both laugh.

I can't really do anything else but stand there. Some part of me is thankful he didn't use my ass. And other parts feel... differently. And below that I hate Richard's guts. Hate him.

"But this is just a lesbian cheating on his wife."

"Oh, cheating even, is she?" The fat guy says. "I'd loved to have known that."

"And what," his sarcastic friend says. "Cum even sooner?"

They all laugh.

"And who isn't cheating here, usually" he continues, his voice trailing off. "Sinner's parking lot..."

"Let's just say," Richard says casually, "that I will drop her off at her oblivious girlfriend again right after this."

"Really," the fat guy says. "Covered in cum like that? That is some sick shit you're doing."

I can hear the horror mixed with appreciation. It turns him on.

"Not oblivious for long," the pale dude says.

"Just taking you for a ride, aren't we?" Richard says, finally speaking to me.

I don't reply. His hand caresses my ass appreciatively, smearing some of the cum, while I am thinking of Camille. Camille, with her coffee on the couch, reading a book, right now.

Then he opens up my pussy with his fingers, like he's inspecting it. She has no idea about this. The blowjob, the strangers, the lack of condoms. Just reading a book with a coffee. Waiting for me to come home. While Richard's fingers are opening my hole to see the damage.

God... That makes me twitch. A glob of semen drips out of me.

"Aren't you a good boy, pushing out that cum for me," Richard says in a low voice. "Or should I say good girl?"

I am waiting for what is coming, inevitably. I'm not done. I know. But he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to dump a third load inside of me. Maybe he will use my ass? That thought makes me twitch a little more. Oh god, I'm so sorry Camille, I know this shouldn't turn me on so much.

"What are you thinking of that makes you twitch like that, young man?"

I don't reply. I hope it was rhetorical. It wasn't. He leans over me like he's going to fuck me, grabs my hair. Sternly repeats himself in my ear.

"What are you thinking of?"

Finally I find my tongue again.