Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 2

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 2 continued

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller.

By the time I was out of town I felt truly femme once again, stopping at a car park to finish my face, get my hair arranged and do all my nails. I'd all but done and was applying the quick drying loreal pink nail varnish to my toenails by putting my mule clad foot on the car?s rear bumper and applying the bright pink varnish carefully when a car pulled into the parking lot. There I was with my bottom in the air. Anyhow no way was I going to let the varnish get ruined so I completed the last toe and minced my way round this time to the passenger seat. I sat down waited to see what the two guys would do. Hopefully they would think my boyfriend was on his way back.

There I was feeling very sub femme looking at two fit guys, and here I was wearing sexy gear, thinking I was safe I relaxed and applied the full free sample of channel number 5 on my hair cloths and panties mmmmmm and I felt nice enough to just stroke myself lazily and dream of two cocks and if? "I will just check my lips" I thought out loud. To my alarm however, when I looked in the rear view mirror I realised that I'd over done the mascara and the lip liner and I looked a real slut, no way would I be seen as the sub femme baby doll sweet girl I was but because of that bitch dom Susan I reasoned, I had been turned into an outdoor slut

I'm a slut I repeated I?'m a slut. Ten minutes went by and mmmm I wasn't the only one who had seen my mascara and pouting sucking lips. The older guy with the large beer belly and greasy hair was coming over to my car window his hands over the large nice bulge in his jeans. "You okay love", he mouthed "what are you", is all I heard him say as his working mans hands with dirt encrusted nails tapped on my window. "I'm a slut", I said to myself Gosh, I now felt a long way from my dom Susan and the lovely femme house I kept for her as her sub, I wanted to run and cry. What should I do, what am I doing here I asked myself. "I'm a stupid slut a stupid slut, a stupid girly slut", I repeated this time angrily out loud. He nodded "yes you are", and said in a Bolton Peter Kay accent "now you stupid girly slut open the window love I need a light fpr muy cigi", ughhh I hate fat Northern guys who smell of chip fat, pies, beer and fags..then I did as a good slut does , I opened the window and as I offered him the cigarette lighter he caught my hand and rubbed its back against his jeans.

Maybe it was the way that my dom had trained me but my instinct was to smile sexily pout lick my lips and gentle start to stroke him, before I knew it I was following the cum straight away procedure instructions that I had been trained to follow at our house parties. Gentle strokes cup the balls unzip the fly look up submissively smile sweetly, and as the cock unfolds catch it in your outstretch tongue. Wrap your tongue around it and draw it into your mouth. Good girl. Slowly start to suck while feeling his balls. Draw it deep in ten sucks until its touching your throat. Withdraw completely, before holding his waist. count to five open mouth engage cock. Then clamp lips hard and waggle the head. He shot his load of fish pie in to my mouth, I had been trained not to gag and did not do so but this guy stank of stale wank and sweat. Licking my lips and wiping off each drop of cum as I had been trained to I looked up and I smiled and said "thank you darling that was simply very very lovely thank you for letting me eat your cum."

Then I noticed the next guy was waiting in the queue and the car park was filling up. Obviously this was one of those dogging places and these guys mostly married straight men all drank in the same pubs and all had mobile phones.