by Sir Nathan
Is this what turns him on? I wondered as I stood in front of the mirror. Making me cover my body with cunt juice and oil so I smell like a hot slut? Making me slide Ben Wah balls into my pussy so I simmer, close to the boil? Dressing me in a bikini that we both know will be see-through when it’s wet? Having me parade around the front yard with sex toys in my hands and waving at the neighbours?
I could hear him chuckle and despite myself, I smiled. ‘You are such a hot little slut, ‘ he would say. I thought about those words as I looked into the mirror. The blush flared in my cheeks. Usually I rubbed my clit harder when he said things like that. God, I’m so bad. I couldn’t stop myself. I watched as I lifted the hem of my white cotton skirt. I was worried and excited by what I might see. I could feel how wet I was without even looking.
“Jesus,” I muttered when it was high enough to see. I was so wet the bottom half of my bikini thong was utterly transparent. “I can’t go out like this,” I whispered self-consciously. I glanced out the window. At least it wasn’t windy and my skirt wouldn’t flip up. Turning sideways, I straightened it and smoothed it over my ass, looking at myself in the mirror again. With my skirt in place, I looked like a classy beach-girl. Sighing, I realised I was ready but I kept putting it off. I knew Johan would come and get me eventually.
Besides, something kept me staring at the mirror with my eyes glued to the image of myself. My nipples were pretty hard and I could see how they pressed against my tank top. I looked down. They weren’t too prominent. Apart from that, I didn’t think I’d attract too much attention. Turning back to the mirror, I reached up and weighed a breast in each hand. I lifted them a little and let go, seeing how much jiggle there was.
Like I was in a trance, I could barely tear my eyes from the reflection of my hands. They seemed to be moving of their own accord. Like I was a puppet, and a puppeteer controlled them. I kneaded inwards toward the centre, squeezing my breasts till they bulged between my fingers, my nipples pushing further forward. “Mmmmm ...” My breasts ached so much they hurt. One touch and the tips would be really hard. Then they’d stick right out. Then everyone would notice. I fluttered my eyes closed and my fantasy tore me from reality. My thumbs brushed over my nipples. “Ohhhh ...” Everyone would see. Everyone would be looking at me. I pinched them between thumb and forefinger. Seeing my nipples, hard and poking through my tank top. My fingers tightened. Maybe Johan would lift my skirt. Lift my skirt and show my cunt to someone. They tightened further and I gritted my teeth. Maybe a stranger. Maybe a neighbour. Maybe he’ll make me take my clothes off in the car park and walk down to the beach, showing off my wet cunt in my transparent bikini to anyone who happened to look.
“What is wrong with me?” I cried aloud, releasing my nipples, my eyes springing open. I looked at my chest. “Oh no!” My nipples were now exactly how I hoped they wouldn’t be. “Damn it,” I said, annoyed with myself. Suddenly I thought I could take someone’s eye out! I covered my mouth with my hand as I giggled and my face flushed all over again. Johan stepped up behind me and I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought it was a robber! “Don’t do that!” I whined.
He chuckled as his hands found my hips and he smiled at me in the reflection of the mirror. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked.
“No!” I replied, pouting. His eyes broke from mine, trailing down my body and back up again. Hot streaks of desire raced across my skin and I swallowed nervously. I could smell the scent of my juices all over me and my pussy was pulsing. His lips brushed against my ear. His breath was cool and goose bumps rose on my arms.
“You look so fucking hot ... look at your nipples!” he teased.
We both did and my skin tingled, my pussy clenching around the Ben Wah balls. “I hope I don’t get arrested,” I whispered. I watched mesmerized as one of Johan’s large hands slid up my stomach. He used his forefinger to trace over the big letters printed in white on my pink tank top.
TOY.
My nipples throbbed and looked obscene. I loved this top, but I rarely wore it in company, let alone outside. It was so tight and pink and girly. When it’s washed and folded in my drawer and I pick it up, for some reason I always think of how distorted and stretched the word ‘TOY’ looks after I pull it down over my breasts. So different from when it’s folded and flat. I always loved prancing around the house in it, teasing Johan and rubbing up against him.
But now he was teasing me. “My little toy,” he whispered. My knees almost collapsed as his fingertip circled my nipple. It was like a movie. Watching myself. “You’re ready. Get your toys.” Johan picked up my beach bag and I grabbed the two toys from my dresser. Smiling, he took my elbow in his hand. There was no turning back now.
He led me through the house and down the stairs into the lobby by the front door. He opened it and ushered me onto the landing. I was facing the street in the shadow of our house, and I was suddenly aware of the heat of the day, so much warmer than the coolness of the air-conditioning inside. I kept the toys behind my back as I looked around at our neighbours’ houses. There was a very light breeze but the sun would definitely tan us. The sky was blue and the crickets were singing.
Johan was standing right behind me and I turned around to face him, bringing the toys in front of me hide them from prying eyes. He stood in the frame of the door, holding it open and leaning against the doorjamb. He was blocking the way and one thing was clear. I was not going back inside. “Go on, you can do it,” he said, chuckling.
I nodded woodenly and turned back to face the street. Swallowing, I somehow let my arms go limp. I bit my lip and I looked around again to see if the coast was clear. It was just after eight on Monday morning, and I was afraid someone might be leaving for work and see. God, I was so fucking nervous. There was a tight ball of fear in my stomach. And I was hot! I could feel how juiced up I was. Every nervous move I made caused the Ben Wah balls to shift and click. Breath caught in my chest as a tremble ran through me.
I’d cultivated a rather obscure and aloof persona amongst our neighbours. I’d say hi but that was about it. Everyone around here was so rich that I never knew what to say anyway. What would they say if they saw me carrying a sex toy in each hand to the car? The idea of flaunting the toys I use in my cunt and ass, of a neighbour seeing me and knowing how much of a slut I was, gave me butterflies the size of pterodactyls. I mean, what would they think! I’d be the talk of the street!
And yet, I had the strange, psychotic desire to do it. To show the world the toys I put in my cunt and ass. The idea had me literally dripping. I mean, what was wrong with me? The thought of actually being caught made my pussy clench. My face was hot and my nipples were aching. I looked down and swallowed again, trying to wet my dry mouth with my tongue. I must be mad, I thought to myself, nervously looking around again. It was so bright I was squinting.
“Go on, there’s no one watching,” Johan urged. I looked around once more and was pleased to see he was right. I was about to make a dash for it when he said, “Wait!”
I twisted my head around. “Baby, I was just about to do it!” I complained.
Johan chuckled. “I know. I just wanted to remind you to walk slowly and confidently. You may not run.”
“You want me to walk slowly to the car with a dildo in one hand and a butt plug in the other?”
“Yep.”
“And lean over the door and put them in the glove box.”
“Exactly.” My lip was getting a work over. “Baby, you’ll do it right or you’ll do it over,” he said.
“You’d make me do it again?”
“And you’ll keep doing it until you do it right.”
I looked at him like he was insane. He just chuckled his exasperating chuckle and grinned at me. “I can’t believe I’m gonna do this.”
“Come here. Stand in front of me.” I sighed and moved toward him, my legs shaky, and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. At the edge of my vision I could see his hands reaching for my breasts. “Keep looking into my eye
s. Listen to my voice.” His hands curved around my breasts and my nipples felt fit to burst. His fingers centred on them and began twisting as they throbbed. “I love you baby,” he breathed, staring into my eyes. Once more my knees felt weak. A shudder ran through me.
“Ohhh ... babyyy ... nooo ...” I whispered, pressing forward into his hands. God, I’m really going to do it. I’m really going to make a spectacle of myself.
“You are so beautiful like this.” The pressure on my nipples was unbearable. I gasped, my eyes pleading with his. My hands were clasped in front of me, my fingers tight around the toys, my knuckles white. Johan whispered as he leaned down and kissed me. “Don’t look around, baby. Just go. Or perhaps you’d prefer I bent you over and shoved that butt plug up your ass right here in front of the house. Hmmm? You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you, my dirty little slut?” His fingers clamped tighter around my inflamed nipples. He was lifting my breasts. Lifting them by the nipples, right through my tank top and bikini. My skin was burning up and my pussy was dripping down my thighs.
“Ohhhh ...” I moaned. My vision was strange, like in a dream world. There was a static hiss in my ears that I recognized. I hear it when I’m pre-orgasmic. A fire of ecstasy rippled through my clit as Johan turned me around and pushed me toward the steps down to the driveway. I’d have a total of six steps and maybe ten paces to the car. It took a lifetime.
I wasn’t thinking about how many paces it was anymore. I was just glad it wasn’t far. I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and started down the steps. I was moving slowly and hoped I wouldn’t cum. I didn’t swing my arms. My moist hands gripped the toys tightly and they felt hot. My teeth were gritted, eyes half closed, trying to block out the world. Watching where I placed each foot, I hoped not to stumble. Hoped to do well. Hoped Johan would let me cum soon. God, I needed to cum. I was gripping the Ben Wahs with the bizarre thought that I was so wet they might fall out of my pussy despite my bikini bottoms. They clicked with every step and shot fiery bolts of erotic tingles through my clit. While I was watching my feet, I couldn’t help but notice my nipples, standing so erect and stretching the fabric of my top.
A gentle breeze swirled around my legs and felt like tongues. Birds sang and it sounded like laughter. The gravel crunched under my sandals and it sounded like applause. I smiled and held my head high. The car loomed in front of me. I was nearly there. The hiss in my ears was almost deafening and the insides of my thighs were slick. I felt like I was floating. Floating on a tide of new sensations. My skin prickled and my nipples throbbed even harder.
My hips swung and my feet followed one another up to the door of the car. I bent over, unaware of how far my little white skirt rode up as I leaned in and opened the glove compartment. Dutifully placing the toys in the glove box, I stood tall and looked back towards Johan at the front door, adjusting my skirt. He waved and pointed toward the street. I turned in the direction he was pointing and watched as a school bus drove by. Rooted to the spot, I shivered. “Fuck, that was close,” I breathed aloud. I turned back to Johan and he was smiling as he shook his head. No one had seen. I’d done it! I almost ran back to him, up the steps and into his arms.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he said, cuddling me tightly. I beamed and hugged him, kissing his neck and pressing my pussy against his thigh. “How wet are you?” he whispered in my ear. I took a step back and didn’t even look around. I lifted the hem of my skirt and licked my lips as I showed him my cunt. “Good Lord,” he muttered.
I grinned. “You like, Mister?”
He glanced up at my eyes and back at my pussy. I was hoping he’d let me drop the hem soon! “They are pointless. Take them off.”
“Johan ...”
He looked sternly into my eyes. “Now!”
“Y-Yes, Sir.” Tentatively, I slipped my hands under my skirt and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my tight bikini bottoms. Looking around fretfully, I wiggled my hips and slid them down my thighs, letting them go and feeling them drop to the ground. I stepped out of them and looked at Johan, then down at the wet fabric and up to his eyes again. I felt like such a slut as I ran my tongue over my teeth and smiled. Shuddering, I bent at the waist and felt my skirt ride up again as I stooped to pick them up. If anyone were looking, they would have seen my pussy and the shiny insides of my thighs. Well, if they were close enough. Or had binoculars. God, binoculars! I looked around. I never thought of binoculars. Maybe a lot of people were watching!
“Come, on. Let’s go. You can hang them from the mirror.” My jaw dropped. Johan took my hand and tugged me playfully after him and I followed on wobbly legs. I thought he was being gentlemanly as he led me around to my side and opened the door for me. As I stepped into the car, I realised the beaver shot I was going to give him and played it up. I stepped one foot in and sat down, looking up at him. My legs were spread and his eyes were riveted between them. “You have such a pretty cunt,” he said quietly.
I looked down to see and the hem was in the way. I pulled it higher and looked. “Do I?”
“Say it. Say, ‘I have a pretty cunt.’”
I blushed. “I have a pretty cunt.”
“That’s right. Now stop showing it off like a whore and close your legs.” I swallowed and blushed harder, lifting my leg and putting it in beside the other. “Hang your panties on the mirror.” I unfurled them from the ball in my hand and hung them up. Johan threw the beach bag and towels on the floor behind my seat, then walked around to his side and hopped in. Johan loves this car and so do I. I feel like one of those girls in the surfing movies from the sixties. I wished I had some of those big round sunglasses they used to wear, but they’re so hard to find these days.
The wind whipped my hair around my face and I laughed. It’s so rare that we take the Mustang out for a spin. But now, I had a whole new appreciation for that throbbing, eight cylinder engine. Before long we were driving through town and when we stopped at lights, the whole car would shake and the Ben Wahs would click click click, making me squirm. People would turn and look at the car. I was sure at least two girls noticed my panties hanging from the mirror. We’d only been driving for five minutes before I reached behind my seat to retrieve my towel to sit on.
“Good girl!” Johan yelled over the engine as we turned up the ramp and onto the highway.
The highway was worse. My Ben Wahs vibrated constantly. It was getting to the point where I was going to ask him if I could cum. I let my head fall back against the headrest and opened my thighs a little. I was hoping maybe I’d dry a bit. I suppose it could have looked a bit rude though. I brushed my fingertips up the inside of my thigh. It would have taken me less than a minute to cum. I smiled thinking that if I rubbed really fast and pinched a nipple hard, it might only take thirty seconds. I squirmed in my seat. Maybe I could just lift my skirt and frig my clit. What would Johan say? Would he think I was a good girl? He wanted me to show off, right?
I brushed my fingers over the lips of my pussy. They melted under my glancing touch and a long string of glistening honey stretched from my clit to my fingertips as I lifted them in wonder. Johan glanced over and noticed what I was doing. I froze like a deer in headlights. For a split second his eyes locked onto mine and he nodded. Instantly I knew what he wanted me to do. As he turned back to the road, I slipped my fingers into my mouth and sucked on them, moaning softly. I was about to squeeze my thighs together hard, but before I had the chance, Johan yelled out again.
“Get your butt plug!” He had to be kidding. “Get it!” I leaned forward and opened the glove box. Reaching in, I found the clear latex plug and took hold of it. It was five inches long and made of clear latex, one and a quarter inches wide at its widest. It was my favourite because it was the smallest. Well, I used to have smaller ones but Johan made me throw them out. This one wasn’t too bad when it slid home, and it filled me up nicely now I was used to it. If I could rub it over my pussy it might be slippery enough, I thought. I leaned back in the seat, flipping close
d the compartment and holding up the plug for him. “There’s some lube in the beach bag!” he yelled over the wind and the engine.
“You always think of everything!” I smirked, poking out my tongue. Reaching behind my seat again, I couldn’t find the bag, even when I strained. I was going to have to kneel on the seat and reach down behind it. I twisted one more time but it was useless. I looked at the plug, hesitating.
“Get on your knees and get the fucking lube! And don’t hold your skirt down!” I looked over at him just as we were passing a family in a station wagon. We drove right by and I didn’t even notice I was holding the butt plug up in my hand the whole way. I was frozen like a statue and all I could think was that he’d planned this all out! The driver of the station wagon had a big grin on his face. I blushed even harder and my clit throbbed as I wondered if I gave the guy a hard on. “Now!” yelled Johan and I jumped.
I moved like a robot, and I could feel my skirt flapping in the wind as I bent over. For the first time in my life I was showing off my naked ass in public. I shuddered and gripped the balls in my cunt tightly. Bent over like this, my breasts hung over the back of my seat. The insides of my thighs were cool where my liquids were evaporating in the wind.
I glanced back at the station wagon behind us. It was receding into the distance and I smiled. I guessed it couldn’t keep up. My smile quickly faded when it changed lanes and accelerated. I could even see the wife’s face. I wondered if she’d seen my butt plug too. I couldn’t tell. “Get the lube and lube it up!”
“Here? Like this?” I asked, agape. Johan nodded, still staring at the road ahead. I reached down and felt around inside the bag for the tube of lubricant. Finding it, I brought it out, removed the cap and squeezed a line of it down the side of the toy. I replaced the cap and dropped the tube back in the bag. I noticed the station wagon was catching up. If I was quick they might not be able to see what I was doing. Who was I kidding? Surely they could tell what I was doing from there! Especially if they recognised the butt plug! I quickly ran my fist up and down it, twisting and coating it liberally. It was obscene and erotic at the same time.