Watching
Deni
As Master drives along the freeway,
he looks over and
smiles at me. The twinkle in his eyes makes me smile
back at him with all the love that I feel. Deni is
dozing between us and Master has watched me
periodically reach over and caress her lovely breasts.
“Unbutton the bottom three buttons on her dress,
Wanda,” he commands me. We are both wearing new
dresses he bought us just yesterday. He had taken us
with him, and we had been displayed to every customer
as he had us change clothing in the dressing room
without closing the drape. He had instructed us to
use the dressing room near the men’s section so that
we were displayed to all of the men shopping in the
men’s section. The dresses he decided on for us are
buttoned down the front, white silk, which is so sheer
and smooth that all of our curves show through. Our
new black bras he bought us are the half-cup push-up
variety and the cups hold our breasts gently but
firmly, our nipples fully exposed above the cup. He
chose garter belts and stockings for us that are nude
colored, but the snaps for our stockings are black,
and the dark shadow is easily visible through the
sheer fabric of our dresses. When I look at Deni, I
can see her pink nipples pressing against the fabric
as she sleeps, her head on my shoulder.
I reach down and unbutton the bottom buttons as Master
instructed me.
“Pull her dress apart so that I can see her little
pussy lips, Wanda.”
Again I comply with his wishes. I hear him sigh as he
gazes fondly at her, quiescent as she sleeps. Her
delightful pussy lips are covered with short
snow-white hair, and their shape is not hidden at all
from our loving eyes. Her lips are clearly visible,
but they are softly held together, as if she is cold.
Indeed, the draft from the air driven by the fan of
the air conditioner is running across her exposed body
now that her dress is pulled aside. Unable to
restrain himself, his hand glides down her thigh, then
back up to her cleft. His finger caresses her ever so
lightly there. Her mouth opens as her dream
assimilates our Master’s touch.
“In the sack behind me are two handcuffs, Wanda, get
them out and hand cuff her to the head rests without
waking her.” I reach behind him and find the cold
steel of the handcuffs by feel. I shiver at the
thought of what is coming.
With slow movements and gentle touches, I move first
one hand, then the other hand to the side of the
headrests and click them closed on her thin delicate
wrists.
“Now find the other set of handcuffs, and put them
around her ankles.”
“Yes sir” is my only reply. I know how this is going
to go down, and I feel my moisture begin to gather. I
reach again behind him and find the last pair of
handcuffs, then lean forward and gently link them
around both of her ankles, delicate, thin, graceful.
Her ankles are as lovely as the rest of her exquisite
body.
“Now the spreader between her knees, my pet.”
“Yes Sir.” I feel my wetness begin to saturate the
folds of my randy flower.
I find the spreader with its straps, and gently pull
Deni’s shapely smooth knees apart and fasten them with
the spreader bar. She is now fully exposed to our
eyes and to our hands and mouths. My Master appears
to be getting ready to enjoy himself with this
wonderfully rounded and well shaped woman. So
beautiful, so trusting, so vulnerable. I let my eyes
roam her incredible body, reaching over to flick her
nipple with the tip of my finger released from my
thumb in a severe flicking motion. The cruel snap
abruptly wakens her. Her beautiful rich brown eyes
open. She looks first at her throbbing nipple that
has just been brutally snapped. She starts to move
her hand to her violated nipple but discovers her
bonds. Her trusting eyes turn toward me and I smile
at her in anticipation. Her head swivels, as if in
slow motion, toward Master and he smiles at her with
glee and lust clearly evident in his face.
“Unbutton the rest of her buttons.” he commands me.
“Yes sir.” My hands move to the front of her new
dress and slowly, deliberately unbutton her dress.
Her beauty is fully exposed. Her plump breasts are
resting delicately in her half cup bra. One nipple is
still hard from the snapping it has received. Her
eyes have followed my hands as I expose her button by
button. She has said nothing. Since her medical
problem, she is mute. She cannot tell us to stop what
is going to happen. A small tear forms at the corner
of her eye as she gazes at me in abject submission and
acceptance of what we both know is about to happen.
Her eyes tell me she forgives me for what I have done,
and for what I will do to her. I murmur “Thank you,
Deni, for understanding.”
The blue sign of a rest stop passes us and Master
pulls onto the off ramp, slows, and parks the car in
the middle of the parking lot that serves the public
restrooms.
“Help me lower the top,” he says.
“Yes sir.” My standard answer when my voice wants to
crack with emotion.
We lower the top and the noonday sun fills the car.
Deni’s incredible beauty is on full display to anyone
that wants to look. Her breasts are fully visible,
and her white hair is so striking in the brilliant
sun. Her pussy that is partially covered with snow
white snow is wonderfully illuminated by the sun. Her
small body sparkles like a living jewel, inviting
close investigation. I take Deni’s sunglasses off the
visor, and put them on her. She appear to be a
sunbathing nude on the Riviera.
Master puts his arm around my shoulders and we turn
away and walk to the picnic tables where we eat our
lunch. As we eat, we watch the people slowly edge
closer to the convertible, checking out why the white
haired woman is still sitting there when we have left.
We watch the men and boys gather around the car and
appear to be talking to each other, but are really
looking at Deni’s nakedness out of the corners of
their eyes.
We watch mothers and wives walk over and slap their
husbands, or grab the ear of their sons, as they
discover what is happening, mauling them back to their
cars and cursing under their breath, their offended
faces red in their anger.
A car loaded with road-workers pulls up on the far
side of and next to the convertible. Surprised faces
of men stare out of the windows at my naked white
haired, gorgeous friend.
She had lost her native hair color, brunette, in a
lake in Northern California when she committed
suicide. Her husband had left her without
explanation, and she could no longer bear the pain of
his absence. Every hair on her boy has turned white,
pure-as-the-driven-snow.
After animated discussions inside the road-worker van,
the side doors open and the road-workers get out,
circling the car that holds my beloved Deni. We watch
as they reached in to touch her, to see if she was
real, if she is alive. She has not moved since they
pulled up. They became bolder and began to caress her
shapely, firm breasts. One man leans in and begins
stroking her pussy lips. The men all started laughing
and joking, becoming juvenile in their behavior. Both
car doors open and we watch two men get inside and
turn toward her. The movements of their shoulders
belie the fact that they are caressing her, feeling
her all over. We watch the man on her right raise up
and unfasten his trousers, lower them, and begin to
rub himself upon her incredible body.
Still she does not move, nor react. She allows their
activities without struggle. They become bolder and
move their organ to her mouth, pushing their engorged
flesh against her lips. A hand goes behind her head,
and another hand plugs her nose. Finally her mouth
opens to gasp for breath and the cock of the man
enters her full sensuous lips. He begins to pump in
and out of her orifice. We watch her suck, her cheeks
compressing then expanding as she services his rampant
organ. In seconds he shudders in delight and
withdraws, slumping back into the seat of the car.
Another of the men pulls him out bodily from the car
and mounts her, pressing his cock into her mouth. She
does not resist and takes him into her warm wet haven
for male cum. We watch as her sensuous body begins to
rock and move as her own orgasm approaches from the
digital stimulation of the man in the driver’s seat.
His fingers have been busy entering her, filling her,
fucking her as she is servicing the men with her
mouth.
Master stands up, and with slow deliberate speed walks
toward the car where the debauchery and rape is
occurring. I follow, my eyes glued to the men that
are having their way with my best friend. I can see
that she is right on the very brink of her orgasm.
With two quick powerful blows, the men in the car are
rendered unconscious and unceremoniously dumped from
the car. We get in and Master starts the car then
drives away.
Deni is gasping for breath; her hips are rocking in
need of her orgasm. Her mouth is still open as though
suckling a cock. Her naked breasts are heaving in
search of the hands that so recently pleasured her
there.
We drive on down the freeway, and as we pass trucks,
Master slows to their speed and waits until the
drivers look down. Their eyes grow wide as they
discover the precious jewel sitting there between us,
naked, exposed, and in an obvious state of sexual
excitement. Her face is flushed; her long nipples are
hard and protruding from the tops of her cups. Her
hips are rocking, searching for penetration; she is
humping as best she can in her bound condition, trying
to reach something that she can press against, to
allow her the orgasm she craves.
Truck driver after truck driver honks in appreciation
and the word spreads via their communication systems
as we drive north along the freeway. The drivers have
all been given notice that Deni is coming toward them,
and the eyes of the men are ready to receive their
brief vision of this most incredible body that is so
obviously in need of pleasuring. Master passes the
trucks at just the right speed so that the drivers get
a full view of my gorgeous friend’s body, but no so
long as to allow them to become so distracted that
they become a danger driving.
My delectable friend’s need is sexually stoked by this
forced flagrant display of her nakedness to stranger
after stranger. Her sexual tension continues to build
and build as her breathing becomes raspy, ragged with
need. Master continues to drive and to show her to
man after man, car after car, truck after truck.
My beloved Deni is beside herself with sexual tension.
She cannot hide her body from view, she cannot reach
anything that gives her the ability to orgasm. She
cannot cum because she is restrained. Her eyes
beseech me for my touch, to give her the relief she
needs, craves. Her mute mouth does not allow her to
beg, but her eyes tell her story, her craving, her
obsession with achieving orgasm.
Master looks at me and says, “Don’t even think about
it my little sex toy!”
Another mile or so Master looks at Deni, her eyes in
pain from her sexual need, and softly asks, “So my
little slut, how are you liking this?”
Deni’s eyes beg him for relief from her torture. He
reaches down and softly, gently strokes the delicate
outer lips of her pussy. Her hips hump forward in an
attempt to reach sufficient pressure to reach her
goal. His hands are so softly touching her that his
hand is knocked away from her needy clit by her
desperate movement. She violently shakes her head in
fraught need for him to touch her more there. Her
silent scream of want is palpable. Her breathing
advances to inadequate. She passes out.
“Put the black one inside her, my little whore slut!”
I reach behind the seat and find the black dildo that
fills my friend so grossly. I insert my fingers into
her sloppy wetness and spread her delicate lips, then
slowly, gently insert the huge implement inside her.
“When she wakes up, turn it on low, slut.” I nod my
understanding. I return my hands to my lap. The
wetness I am sitting in is uncomfortable. The
moisture that is spreading from within me is now
obvious on the front of my new dress. My nipples are
so hard that I cannot believe that any blood at all is
passing through them.
Deni finally awakens and her hips start to wildly fuck
the air in front of her. She tries to rub her cuntal
lips along the seat under her, but the knee spreader
prevents her even that relief. She is violently
shaking her head back and forth, needing her relief so
intensely that I fear she will injure herself. I
reach down and turn the impaling vibrating dildo to
low.
Her already huge eyes open to maximum size and her
mute mouth opens and closes in a desperate need silent
scream.
For another mile our Master tortures her. A sign
indicating an exit approaches and I breathe a sigh of
relief as he pulls onto the exit ramp. He takes the
overpass and stops at the middle of the bridge. He
unlocks her hands from the headrests and gently lifts
her out of the car. He carries her, knees still
spread and sloppily wet grossly stuffed cunt exposed,
to the edge of the bridge and holds her there, exposed
to the cars and other vehicle passing below.
“Slut, turn her vibrator up to high” he commands me.
I scurry around to her front, reach between her
sopping thighs, and turn the knob to high. I hear the
answering buzz and watch as her hips buck in a violent
fucking motion.
“Get out of the way slut, watch from the side as she
cums for everybody.”
No sooner has Master said that than I see her body
shudder so vigorously that it makes sound all by
itself. Her head is thrown back and her tiny body
arches in incredible orgasm, racked by her lewdly
humping cunt and hips and her shuddering body. Her
cunt farts with a loud, continuous expulsion of air
that has been trapped there. Her cunt has been so
widely open for so long in readiness of penetration by
the male organ it so desperately craved that she is
full of air. The trapped air expels the dildo inside
her. I watch as the wetness that had been trapped
inside her opening is flung about much like a dog
shaking after emerging from the water. I watch as her
female spurting ejaculate douses the vehicles passing
below, each honking in amazement at the woman cumming
in their full view. The trucker’s air horns are
blasting as they watch her tiny body cum.
After what seems like forever, my delicate beautiful
best friend collapses from her orgasm, passed out
cold. Hanging from Master’s loving arms, fully naked
and exposed to the viewing public, she collapses. He
holds her there for a long time, allowing each vehicle
that had the privilege of viewing her as we passed by
them to see her now, passed out from her orgasm,
hanging there in full post orgasmic splendor.
“Get the camera and take a picture from down there of
me holding her here like this.” He points with his
chin. I grab the camera from the back seat and run
down the grassy slope to where he pointed and turn
around to snap the picture he wants. CLICK! I hear
him yell to keep shooting.
He reaches down and inserts his hand into her wet
sloppy open cunt and looks at me as I again press the
shutter button. He sets her dishrag body down against
his legs, lowers his trousers, and then picks her back
up. Turning sideways to me, he raises her above his
rigid cock and I watch him impale her in that same
location where the dildo had dropped out during her
violent orgasm.
His massive arms raise and lower her, fucking himself
in and out of her limp body as I continue to press the
camera button. He soon fills her with his potent
massive spurting of copious sperm. I twist the lens
to long distance setting just in time to film his
massively thick cock emerge from her opening, and
luckily just as a huge glob of baby making white sperm
drains out of her wet snatch, stretching from her cunt
lips to the head of his cock that has dropped to
twelve inches below her cum filled cunt.
Master rests from his intense orgasm for a few fully
exposed minutes. His chest is heaving as he recovers.
His cock hangs there between his muscular thighs, a
prolific monument to the male sex.
Master lays Deni in the back seat and we drive off.
She lies there passed out, naked in the sunlight,
still in full view of the passing cars, her legs still
spread by the spreader bar so that her cunt, full of
Master’s white spunk, is clearly visible to all that
look.
Master extends his arm toward me and I slide across to
his embrace as we drive along. He turns to look at me
and I smile in contented happiness, just being here
with him.
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