Is This What you Had In Mind? (Part 1)

"Is this what you had in mind?" He asked, cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. As He continued fucking her, she couldn't manage an intelligible response. No, it wasn't what she'd had in mind -- it was better. she did the only thing she could in response to his question and began to moan even more loudly, hoping this would provide Him the proper encouragement.

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The evening had begun normally. anastacia had gotten ready for Frederick to pick her up. He hadn't told her where they were going, but He had given her specific instructions as to what to wear. she had on her favorite "little black dress" and a pair of black "fuck me" heels. Underneath she wore a red bra, a red thong, a pair of white stockings with red bowes at the heels, and a red garter belt. Although red was not her favorite color, she had to admit that she looked (and felt) sexy before and after putting on the dress. As instructed, she had put on a deep red lipstick to match her undergarments.

Frederick arrived on time (as usual). He had previously instructed her to immediately exit her house and get into His car, which she did. Wasting no time, He demanded, "Take off your panties and put them in the glove box."

she responded, "But, you told Me to wear these panties." she immediately regretted questioning His direction.

Without a word, He calmly waited for her to comply. He had already given the command, He certainly didn't need to explain Himself.

"i apologize," she said while removing the strip of fabric from between her legs. "You own me and i have no place questioning your wishes." Thankfully, He had instructed her to always put on her panties after her stockings and garter belt. That way, they could be removed without fumbling with the garter straps. In only a moment, she had removed the tiny garment and placed it in the glove box, as instructed.

They drove off. she was dying to know where they were going, but she knew better than to ask. she would just have to wait and see.

As Frederick drove them to the mystery destination, He reached into the compartment between the seats and pulled something out. "Here," He handed her the object, "warm up that pussy for Me . . . but don't let yourself cum." she accepted the item from Him.

It was a small vibrator, about the size of her lipstick. Obediently, she hiked up her dress and spread her legs. Damn it! He expects me to start playing with myself, but He hasn't done a thing to get me horny yet. Despite her thoughts, she had already turned the vibe on and placed it against the outer edges of her pussy lips. she, of course, was not ready for direct clitoral contact.

Frederick had picked a route to wherever they were going that took them down some dark, winding, lonely roads. "How's it going?", He asked while glancing over at her. she had a relaxed look on her face as she gently rubbed the toy against herself. "Feels nice," she replied. "Then, keep going."

With few cars in sight, He sped up. she felt the surge of speed as Frederick stepped harder on the gas pedal. Mmmm. I love going fast. she thought. By now, she was getting into it and started running the vibe around and against her clit. her breathing quickened. she could feel the blood coursing through her body. her mind wandered to previous sexual encounters, to encounters she'd like to have, and to encounters she didn't want but still managed to make her hot and wet. These thoughts -- no, images -- came at her with no apparent rhyme or reason. One minute, she was thinking about the first time Frederick put his fingers in her; the next, she was thinking about the first cock she ever sucked. The images began coming more quickly. she briefly wondered what Frederick had in store for her tonight, briefly imagined herself at the center of a gang bang by a college football team, briefly remembered the first girl she kissed but was afraid to do more with, and briefly pictured herself on all fours, naked, waiting for . . . what? None of it mattered. It was all just fuel for the fire. Before she realized what was happening, she felt herself starting to cum.

she removed the vibe from her clit and just managed to stop the waves from crashing down on her. she slowed her breathing and looked at Frederick. "Everything okay?", he inquired with a devilish grin. "Yes," she replied, "of course. I just got a little carried away and need to slow down a bit." He reached between her legs to feel her pussy. she was sopping wet. Clearly pleased, He directed her to retrieve her panties from the glove box. she grabbed her panties and bent her leg as if to put them back on.

"No, dear," He said. "Use them to wipe yourself off. you're quite a mess."

she did as He said, running the fabric over her lips and between her legs.

"Good girl."

Just then, she realized He was bringing the car to a stop. He pulled into a liquor store parking lot.

"Get out of the car. Go into the store. Grab a bottle of Bacardi. Hand your panties to the guy behind the counter and tell him your boyfriend is pissed off because you're a slut who can't keep her panties dry and get him to give you the booze. The less you have to do to get it, the better, but don't come out without it."

For a moment, she was shocked. Nonetheless, she was His to do with as He pleased. That was their arrangement, and although He had allowed her to set some boundaries to their relationship, she could only deny Him if his command was beyond one of these predetermined boundaries. This command, however, did not exceed any such boundary. So, she gathered her courage and entered the store.

she was unsure whether it was better or worse that she was still horny. she took a glance at the guy behind the counter, a college age guy who would probably clean up nicely in a few years, and thought, It'd serve Frederick right if I just start by offering to blow this guy for the booze -- and a nice, hard cock would taste really nice right about now. she dismissed this idea because it wasn't what He had told her to do, and she did want to make Him happy.

she grabbed the bottle of Bacardi from the shelf and strode up to the counter. she looked the counter guy directly in the eye and said, "Excuse me. See my boyfriend out in the car?" she pointed at Frederick and the counter guy said, "Yeah." "Well, i need to tell you that my boyfriend is pissed off because i'm a little slut who can't keep her panties dry. See?" With that, she handed him the damp panties.

Dumbfounded and panties in hand, the counter guy replied, "Excuse me?"

"Sweetie," she smiled at him, "You seem like a nice guy. i really need this Bacardi to make my boyfriend forgive me, but as you can see, i don't have a purse or a wallet or anything. i have no money. Could you just let me take this bottle tonight? i'll let you keep the panties."

Awkwardly, he replied, "I don't think I can do that, Miss."

He looked nervous. she could tell it wouldn't take a lot to push him into giving her the booze. "Don't you believe me? I really don't have a wallet or anything on me." As she said this she pulled her dress up to reveal the shaved pussy framed by the red garter belt. "See? They really are my panties, too."

"Okay, okay. Take the bottle. I can't believe your boyfriend could ever be pissed at you for anything."

she turned to walk away, but took a quick glance at the obvious bulge in the counter guys pants. Mmmm, yummy. Is there any sexier feeling than giving a guy a hard on?, she asked herself. Nope.

she returned to the car and sat down. With her mission accomplished, Frederick didn't feel the need to comment. He drove away with a smug, self-satisfied look on His face.

Let's see if sta is ready for the rest of what I have planned for tonight.