3 LEVELS Of Submission

 

Extract

 

There had to be part of this man's psyche that wondered at the trip from east to west, would he be invited to park up his cab and join the fun that was most definitely going to be happening inside some swanky apartment or townhouse. And with those thoughts he was conjuring up images in his mind as to what he could do with the young girl Temptress once he was invited to do so. He had visions of her wrapping her full red lips around his semi hard dick and then working it so that he became fully hard. And he had visions of letting her just suck his cock slowly and 'lovingly' until his glans were on fire and then he would adjust her, pull him onto his lap and guide his pole like cock into what had to be the wettest most slippery place on the planet, her cunt. And it was like the older woman in the back of his cab was reading his mind because she was making sure that he could see Temptress. She was making sure that whatever images he had in his mind were amplified by the actual view that he could see every time that he flicked his eyes to that rear view mirror.

"That's right Temptress, show the nice man what you were put on this earth for. Just spread your legs, show him your wet spot." And that was a moment for Millie. She may have been so horny that she would do anything for another of those orgasms, but she was also aware, super-aware of what was being said. And again something that Delicia knew about - that wet spot. And there was a wet spot where her sexual juices had soaked through the layers she was wearing. Those thick juices soaking through her pantyhose and then through to the crotch of her panties. And she knew that there was a wet spot that was getting bigger and bigger the longer the encounter with this couple went on. And now Delicia was guiding her legs to the open position. She had 'smoothed' one leg with her hand, as though she was tasting the nylon with her palm, and then she was pulling that leg open and encouraging Millie to open the other. She was guiding Millie by opening her one leg to the same degree that she wanted her to open her other leg. And as she did that she lifted Millie's knee and so Millie lifted her other knee and the result was her long legs spread wide - her knees high and that wet spot in clear view of this man driving the cab.

"You're a good girl Temptress. And you know that good girls get rewards right? Now you stay right there, like that and show this nice cab driver how good girls are rewarded." And Millie was in that mind - she didn't know about being a good girl, she did actually feel like a slut. But the thing was that she didn't mind about that. She didn't care about it because she was too far gone now. She was in 'mong land'. That was what her and her friends called it when they were so horny they needed to sort themselves out. And just as she was thinking about that there was this smile that came across her red lips. And with that smile that ultra-sonic vibration deep inside her from the egg that was still neatly and tidily nestled inside her most delicate and sensitive feminine flesh. The orgasm was almost instant and it took Millie by complete surprise as she lay back on that cab seat with her legs spread for the driver to see her wet spot. Now this driver was seeing Millie at her most vulnerable and most private as that orgasm rode right through the centre of her. She convulsed, and her eyes rolled in their sockets and as she orgasmed the woman Delicia draped an arm and hand over one of Millie's thighs and the man did the same to the other. It was like a casual thing that they did that highlighted and emphasised Millie and her 'state'.

The thing was that as that orgasm rocked through her, so that wet spot, clearly visible and tight into her crotch, grew and grew. It was like it was spreading in the silky crotch of her panties and then the nylon of the pantyhose. And it wasn't even as though Millie didn't know what she looked like because she did. Even though she was in the throes of an intense orgasm she knew what she looked like - she knew what she was. In her mind she was accepting that she was a slut and she hadn't even been shown the first level of submission yet. But again she didn't care. She might care in the future, like when she came down from this encounter entirely. But for now she was on a journey and she looked right at the cab driver's eyes in the rear view mirror and she narrowed her own made up eyes and licked her lips. She was inviting him to think the things she knew he was thinking. She was inviting him to think about sinking his cock into her saturated wet quim. If she had been given the opportunity she would have fucked him there and then. He could park up his car and fuck her. She wanted penetration - and that orgasm was making her want it even more. "Good girl. You see what rewards good girls get?"