The Boss's Slut - S01 E50

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

My pussy was dripping and my breath was panting into his mouth and I was thankful the material wouldn't show a wet spot on the back of the dress. I was so close to cumming. My hips rose from the seat, then I arched my back to encourage the hand on my breast. I turned my head back and forth between them. When I turned back to him, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and brought them up to his wife who greedily sucked my juice off. He repeated the action for me. We both moaned as we did it.

I turned my face to him and gazed at him. God, I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. I didn't care that I was in the back of a car with a stranger driving. I needed it.

"Sir...", I whispered. I wanted to cum, but I didn't want to have the driver hear me ask. I whispered a little more urgently, "Sir!"

He whispered back, "What, slut? Did you say something?"

Then I knew Deborah heard it, too. Her finger joined his inside my pussy. "Oh... dear God... I flushed. I was so close! My voice had become more than a whisper, but I was so close.

Then, from the front, "Sir... we are two blocks from the restaurant."

"Thank you." He replied in a clear and controlled voice back to the driver. To me, his comment was lower but enough for his wife to hear leaning against me on the other side. "Slut, I'm sorry, but it appears you will have to wait before cumming."

"No, please, Sir... quickly, do it quickly"

He was already sitting up straight and touching his tie and sleeves to be proper when we arrived. Deborah was doing the same and giggling. I felt her raise her hips and pull her dress down. She leaned against me, "Take a couple deep, cleansing breaths, dear. We'll be at the restaurant in a moment."

I was having enough problem gaining some control over my breathing and body that I didn't have time to react to my state of dress or rather my state of exposure. The car pulled up to the entrance and the valet was already opening the door for Deborah as the driver opened the other door for Mr. Woodburn. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair to fluff it out from having been pressed into the back of the seat. The door was still open where Deborah had exited and I saw the valet's hand extended toward me. I slid across the seat and placed my right foot on the ground outside when I realized what I was doing. With one foot out and one in, my hand held by the valet, I glanced up at him, saw his eyes glued lower down on my body. I glanced down and blushed deeply. Between the activity on the drive over and sliding across the seat to get out, my dress had fully slipped past my butt and my legs were spread to get out.

I heard Mr. Woodburn who was standing next to the car, "The sights are sometimes amazing this time of night." Deborah was giggling, again.

The valet looked up at him, then back at me but not my face. "Yes, sir, positively amazing."

It was far too late now to try to have any dignity in front of the valet so I accept his assistance and slid out of the car. Standing just outside the car with the door still open, I heard from inside the car, "Have a good evening, ma'am."

I thought it too late now so I might as well flow it. I leaned over to look inside, "Thank you." I did it without adjusting my dress, first. I knew my dress was bunch about mid-ass and bending over flashed everyone my pussy. I straightened up and wiggled my dress down into place and smiled at the poor valet who looked quite uncomfortable based on the bulge in the front of his pants.

**

Dinner was relatively uneventful, especially considering the ride over. It was very nice and our conversation was entertaining and fun. We found the same car waiting for us outside with the same driver. I managed to get into the car without flashing everyone and thanked the valet who apparently remembered me for some reason.

Deborah and I were settled in the backseat, but Mr. Woodburn was standing outside talking to the driver. I asked, "What's going on out there?" She shrugged her shoulders and acted like she had no clue. The wine and drinks with dinner had given me a very pleasant buzz and I wasn't as suspicious as I should have been, neither was she.

Finally, both men laughed and glanced into the car at us. When the driver settled into his seat, I noticed him adjusting the rearview mirror and we made eye contact. That distracted me and I didn't notice that Mr. Woodburn didn't immediately enter the backseat, too. The next thing I knew, the door next to Deborah opened and he was indicating for her to slide over. That moved me to the other door and Deborah in the middle.