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08-27-2013, 08:07 PM
John Miller, CEO of stock analyst firm Global Finance, stepped out of his bright red Ferrari and on to the tarmac just outside his private hanger. A gleaming new Gulf Stream sat, its engines warming, just yards away from him. Miller tossed his keys to his personal driver that met him at the private air strip. John Miller drove himself to the airport, though. John Miller always drove himself to the airport.
That’s because he usually had a beautiful, tall, busty blond with him in the Ferrari, or Aston Martin, or whatever it was that he chose to drive that particular day. He would allow the blond of the day to unzip his tailored pants and suck his hard cock to climax, often even letting the woman strip and pleasure herself. There was nothing he enjoyed more than shooting down the New Mexican highways at 100+ miles an hour while some blond beauty fucked herself.
He always picked out the outfits for the girls, depending on his mood at the time. Sometimes she would be dressed as a school girl; short plaid dress that wasn’t close to her knees, long white (see-through) stockings, and a tight white button up shirt whose buttons ended with enough space to view the breasts of the recipient. Another favorite was nurse, or waitress.
Occasionally he told them to wear nothing at all, and cruised the streets with completely naked women in his convertible, their hands deep in their own snatches, pinching their large tits. Miller loved to see women humiliated; it was an extra turn-on for him. It got him so hard, just the thought brought him standing to attention.
However today he had no time for a booty call. His VP had alerted him that Japan Telecomp had dropped 20 points over night, and his largest investor in Japan wanted to drop his significant amount of JT stock. Miller tried warning the fool to wait for the market to settle, but the client refused to listen to him.
So Miller was forced to board his private jet for the flight from New Mexico all the way to Tokyo to re-outline his plan for the telecommunications company, and to reassure the CEO there that all was well.
All without a blowjob on the way to the airport.
So naturally John Miller was angry. He tossed his keys to his driver, who checked expectantly for a woman in his passenger seat. The driver seemed almost surprised there was none.
Unknown to Miller, his staff held private bets as to what his current tits and vagina (for that’s all they were to Miller) were dressed as. It was always a long drive for the driver, sitting next to a supermodel beautiful woman dressed in a skimpy, sexy, slutty outfit (or nothing at all, her pussy still wet from her orgasm, her tits erect and cum on her face). Occasionally the woman would take pity and allow him to jerk off in front of her. For the lucky few, the woman would suck them or even fuck them on the hood of the several hundred thousand dollar car or in one of the several mansions the billionaire owned in the desert state.
But today neither Miller nor his driver were blessed by the tight, wet pussy of a female companion. Miller’s cock was still hard, though. He spent the entire drive imagining what he would do to humiliate the Japanese companion he would receive while in Tokyo. He always received a girl while traveling.
It wasn’t prostitution as much ensuring Miller would be at the top of his game- after a wild night of abuse and fucking, Miller was able to concentrate better and make a killing in the market. It was a time honored tradition, Miller knew. Where the girls came from, he wasn’t sure. But they were always large chested, skilled in all positions and acts, and clean.
Well, physically clean.
Miller pulled his sunglasses from his freshly shaven face as he boarded the Gulf Stream. He nodded to a Stewardess, dressed in a short red pleated skirt, white button up undershirt and matching red jacket that was open in the front. Her large breasts were accented by a pushup bra that showed just below the top of her shirt.
Miller allowed her to take his jacket and guide him to a seat. He already had a bag on the plane, in case of emergencies like this. He strapped in and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. The flight attendant asked him if that was all in a low, sexy voice, winking at him in case he needed the extra hint. His cock grew a bit harder as he imagined what all he could make her do, but decided to stick with the drink.
For now.
The woman nodded, tossed her short black hair back with toss of her head, smiled and turned her back to him. She shook her ass, perfectly visible in the tight skirt, at him as she left, turning again to smile before disappearing. Miller sat back, closed his eyes and wondered just what he would have this woman do for him. The possibilities were endless, he knew, and it was a long flight.
Soon she came back with his drink, placing it and the bottle on the table bolted down in front of his large leather seat. He motioned her close to him.
“But sir, the pilots are ordering everyone to sit down. They’re taking off now,” She told him, leaning in close to pour his drink into his waiting mouth. As she did so, she gave a better shot of her large breasts, still partially hidden by his bra.
“That’s okay, I’ve got you.” He said, pulling her hand close to him. She obeyed, turning around and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, placing them strategically on her crotch.
“Mmm, naughty boy,” The attendant purred, using her own hands to increase the pressure he put on her.
“That feels good like that,” She told him. She began to grind her ass against his own crotch, rubbing against his already substantial hard-on.
“You excited already, baby?” She teased him, rubbing her ass faster on him. “Mm, good.”
Miller decided he had enough of the forwardness of this woman. He jerked his hands from her crotch and used them to push her off her lap and onto the floor.
“Wha- What was that for?” She demanded.
“You’d better hold on,” He warned her, taking another sip of his drink. She gripped the bottom supports of two seats on opposite sides of the aisle, just above Miller’s seat.
“Airplanes can get very bumpy,” He told her. “Better use your legs, too.”
She scowled at him, but obeyed, spreading her long, creamy white legs and bracing her high heel shoes against two other braces. Miller cocked his head to the side, viewing the woman. She held her arms out, elbows bent slightly as she gripped the seats. Her legs were spread wide, pushing her red skirt past her thighs until it just sat before her hips, revealing panties that matched her white push up bra.
“Mm,” Miller commented, taking another sip. “What a wonderful view.”
He could feel as the aircraft began to accelerate down the runway, and saw the stewardess grip tighter. She attempted to force her skirt down by thrusting her hips forward, but it had the opposite effect. The short skirt instead went the reverse side, lying inside out on her stomach, leaving nothing to hide her small white panties.
“Delicious,” Miller commented, downing the rest of his whiskey. “Truly a marvel of the modern world.”
“Bastard!” The woman shouted out, but quickly turned her head in shame.
Miller smiled. He poured himself another glass with the bottle that the woman brought and had set on the table, leaned over towards the woman on the ground. Her eyes grew wide, and she began to say something, but it was too late. Miller poured the contents of the glass on the woman’s bright white panties, staining them and sending the liquid leaking through towards her pussy. She shivered as the cold liquid hit her, crying in surprise or pain, or both.
John Miller smiled as he watched some of the brown liquid trickle off of her and onto the ground, while the rest soaked in to her flesh. The now wet panties stuck to her, revealing a large camel toe that sent Miller to lick his lips.
“My dear, that’s the wrong hole. I believe you meant to pour it here,” He told her, grabbing the bottle and pouring some of its contents in her face, sending her spitting and shutting her eyes quickly.
“There, isn’t that better?” He asked as he finished pouring. She glared up at him and he smiled again, tipping the bottle over her chest, allowing the expensive drink to pour down her chest and between her two sizable breasts, staining her bra and shirt, and causing the wet fabric to stick her skin, pushing her large nipples right against them.
“Now you have a matching set!” He exclaimed before pouring the rest of the bottle over her stomach, legs and again to her pussy.
She shivered again as the cold liquid hit her, but said nothing.
“I do believe that we’re at cruising altitude,” He commented as the Buckle Seatbelts light came off.
The woman on the ground started to climb up, but Miller shot a foot to her crotch, pinning her down.
“Did I say you could get up?” He demanded of her. She glared at him, but shook her head.
“That’s right; I didn’t.” He kept his foot on her stained panties, rubbing the toe of his shoe against her pussy.
“Wait- Please, stop.” She begged him as he began.
“Oh? Why? Don’t you like it?” He asked her without stopping.
“Please.” Is all she answered.
Miller shrugged, but kept rubbing against her. She began to twist on the floor, and stopped asking him to quit.
“Do you like that, bitch?” He whispered to her as he continued stimulating her. “Hm? Do you like being foot fucked on an airplane? What a dirty little bitch. Dressing like that in public. Letting drinks get poured over your sluttly little cunt and titties. You love it, don’t you?” He continued a low whisper so only she could hear him.
“Mm, wait. Ah- No, I- Mm-I,” She started, but was unable to finish. The pressure, along with the liquids being poured on her and the domination role he played, turned her on. She had to admit it.
“Yeah.” Was all she finally said.
Miller smiled. So easy to break.
He continued with her toe, running it against her swollen and wet pussy lips for minutes at a time, non-stop. When he finally stopped, he did so suddenly.
The woman jerked as if she had been slapped, and quickly let go of the chair brace she had been gripping tightly, thrusting her hand to her crotch to finish herself off.
Miller quickly kicked her hand away.
“Bad girl. Don’t touch yourself; never again touch yourself. Only I can touch you now; no other man or woman can touch you. Do you understand?”
“Please,” She begged, her pussy throbbing. She felt herself on the edge, but he wouldn’t let her fall over in orgasmic bliss.
“Do you understand?” He asked her again. She nodded to him. “No one will. Only you. Now finish!”
He shook his head. “You’ve been a bad girl. You need to be punished, not rewarded. Stand up.”
She quickly did, her skirt falling over her panties, hiding her pussy momentarily from him. He motioned her towards him, and she quickly came.
So easy to break.
“Bend over this table,” He ordered her. She lifted her leg over his knees, her ass in front of his face, long leg on either side of his body, elbows on the table in front of them.
Miller paused before administering her punishment. “What’s your name?” He asked her.
“Cindy,” She told him.
He slapped her ass hard on the right cheek. She jumped as he did so.
“I get to pick your name. From now on you’re Bunny. Never answer to Cindy again. Do you understand, Bunny?”
She bobbed her head yes. He slapped her again.
“Never let your friends call you Cindy.” Another slap. “Never let your family call you Cindy.” Another slap. “Never let your co-workers call you Cindy.” A sixth slap. “Do you understand, Bunny?”
“Yes sir,” She stammered, her voice shaky. Miller smiled.
“Good. And what do you call me?”
“Master?” She guessed.
“Good job, Bunny!” He beamed. “Do you know what good girls get?”
She shook her head no.
“Bring me back a bottle of Scotch and I’ll show you,” He told her. She began to climb off of him. “And Bunny? Come back without the top, okay?”
“Yes, Master.” She promised.
Miller watched her as she left. He unbuckled his seat belt and felt his cock. It was as hard as ever, and he debated ending his lessons with Bunny so she could fuck him. As she walked back towards him, her red jacket and white shirt gone, bra stained brown with Scotch and nipples pointing almost through the fabric he changed his mind. He was going to enjoy this, much more than playing dress up with his other sluts.
Bunny crawled back into position, her ass back in Miller’s face.
“I promised you a reward, didn’t I?” He asked as he undid the lid on the Scotch.
“Yes, Master. You did.”
Miller tipped the bottle over the top of Bunny’s head, pouring the liquid onto her hair and watching it drip over her face, back and shoulders. She obediently took it, not moving or complaining once.
Once the bottle was 1/3 the way gone, he stopped. He gripped a handful of shoulder length black hair and sucked the drink out of it.
“Mm, delicious.” He commented. “Bend over, Bunny.” He ordered. She obeyed immediately, bending over and almost touching the floor. He pushed her towards the table, until her ass was flat in front of him her back was resting on the table. He pulled up her plaid skirt and bit gently into her panty covered ass cheeks. He pulled away, pulled the panties open at the top and poured more Scotch down her ass. He watched it fill her ass hole, drip into her pussy and slowly drip out of her panties, where it slowly dripped right in front of Bunny’s upside down face.
“Drink it, Bunny. That’s your reward.”
Bunny bent her face 90 degrees, opening her mouth wide, catching the Scotch that flowed over her ass and pussy into her mouth and drinking it.
“Good job, Bunny.” Miller told her. “You can stand up, now.”
Bunny did so, careful to avoid hitting her head on the table in front of her.
“Stand still, Bunny.” Miller told her. He pulled a large jack knife from his pocket. “Stand still,”
He placed the blade just above her crotch on the red skirt and carefully slid down, cutting the skirt in half and causing it to fall to the ground. He did the same with the sides of her panties, but caught those as they fell.
“Sit on my lap, Bunny. Facing me.”
She did so, climbing on top of his lap and rubbing her now naked pussy against his substantial hard on.
“Look up, Bunny.” He told her, holding her panties above her head. She did so, opening her mouth again. Miller wrung the panties out, sending the Scotch and Bunny’s own juices spilling from the now ruined panties and into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it all, only a few drips running down her cheeks.
Miller then sliced off her bra, and watched as he tits bounced as they were released from the bra. He did the same with the top as he did the panties, draining them off into Bunny’s mouth. She swallowed the liquid, with more falling down her cheeks and draining onto her still sizable breasts.
Miller gripped the back of Bunny’s head, his hand wet from both the soiled garments and Bunny’s hair. He pulled her head back, and her mouth opened involuntarily.
He leaned in and kissed her mouth, shooting his tongue deep into her throat. She took it easily, sucking his tongue like it was a small cock, rubbing it with her own tongue and coating it with her saliva. Miller pulled away and began to kiss her lips, moving so she couldn’t kiss him back. He held her in place, kissing he neck or ears or eyelids, finally moving down and sucking the Scotch from her tits. Her nipples were large and erect, pointing out at him. He nibbled those, causing Bunny to wince in pain. But she said nothing.
While he held her head still, Bunny began to thrust her naked hips on his lap, grinding against the hard-on she felt in his pants. She groped his chest as she did, allowing him to nibble her sensitive nipples. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, and thrust harder on him, hoping to achieve the orgasm denied her earlier.
Miller however had no intention of allowing her to get off that easily. As he head her begin to moan from lap dancing, he gripped her underneath the arm pits and pushed her onto the table. She licked her lips and spread her legs, her hands inches away from her pussy.
“No, Bunny. You know the rule. No one- even you- touches you but me.”
Bunny paused, and brought her hands back to the table. Miller pushed her legs up on to the table, her pussy flat on the hard surface. He grabbed the bottle of Scotch and poured the rest into her pussy. Her body jerked as he did so and she cried out, but he held her still. The liquid spilled out of her cunt, covering the table in alcohol. Miller rubbed her pussy, splashing the Scotch, and then slapped it twice for good measure. At this point he was so hard he was ready to blow his load in her pants.
“Get up,” He ordered Bunny. She did so, climbing off the table and onto the aisle between the seats. Miller sat up from his seat, too. He stood in front of Bunny, who didn’t need any instruction. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his suit pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. She ran a hand against the silk boxers before pulling them down too.
A large 7” cock sprung to life as she pulled them down, jerking in anticipation of her mouth. She inserted it immediately, thrusting her head as far as she could. She gagged as she took 5 of the 7”, before pulling away and using shorter, quicker thrusts. It wasn’t long until her was ready to blow. Miller gripped the sides of Bunny’s head, held it tight and thrust his hips as far forward as he could, sending all 7” down her throat, his balls pressed against her chin. She gagged and tried to pull away, and Miller pulled back, giving Bunny time to breath before thrusting forward again. A few more times of this until he blew.
Once his cock was completely in Bunny’s mouth, Miller shot his load, sending hot cum shooting down her throat. Bunny’s mouth wasn’t large enough to hold both the cum and his cock, and white liquid shot out from her mouth and sprayed everywhere. Bunny pulled back choking, tears in her eyes.
“You made a mess, Bunny. Clean. Lick every bit of cum from off the floor, off the chairs, off the walls. Now.”
Bunny, finally recovering, obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees, licking every bit of cum that blew from her mouth. As she finished up, her ass stuck out wide, her lips sucking a bit of cum from a nearby wall. Miller was at full hardness again watching her degrade herself through the work. He snuck up behind her, gripped her hair, threw her head back again with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock into her throbbing pussy. He thrust once deep, and Bunny cried out. He continued thrusting, giving Bunny no reprieve.
“Oh FUCK yes!” Bunny shouted as he slammed his cock deep inside her cunt. “Fill me! Tear my wet cunt up with you big cock!”
Miller slapped her ass again and then thrust two fingers into her ass hole. She screamed out and came. Her pussy clenched around his cock, giving him the extra friction to come again, too. He shot deep inside her womb, her body trembling, doing her best to hold herself against the wall. Miller pulled away suddenly, causing her to fall backwards onto the floor. Miller pulled his pants up and found his seat.
“You may pleasure yourself now, Bunny. I want you to pleasure yourself until we get to Japan, or I tire of it.”
Bunny wasted no time thrusting a fist deep inside her pussy, seemingly oblivious to Miller watching her, pouring himself another glass and sipping it slowly.
That’s because he usually had a beautiful, tall, busty blond with him in the Ferrari, or Aston Martin, or whatever it was that he chose to drive that particular day. He would allow the blond of the day to unzip his tailored pants and suck his hard cock to climax, often even letting the woman strip and pleasure herself. There was nothing he enjoyed more than shooting down the New Mexican highways at 100+ miles an hour while some blond beauty fucked herself.
He always picked out the outfits for the girls, depending on his mood at the time. Sometimes she would be dressed as a school girl; short plaid dress that wasn’t close to her knees, long white (see-through) stockings, and a tight white button up shirt whose buttons ended with enough space to view the breasts of the recipient. Another favorite was nurse, or waitress.
Occasionally he told them to wear nothing at all, and cruised the streets with completely naked women in his convertible, their hands deep in their own snatches, pinching their large tits. Miller loved to see women humiliated; it was an extra turn-on for him. It got him so hard, just the thought brought him standing to attention.
However today he had no time for a booty call. His VP had alerted him that Japan Telecomp had dropped 20 points over night, and his largest investor in Japan wanted to drop his significant amount of JT stock. Miller tried warning the fool to wait for the market to settle, but the client refused to listen to him.
So Miller was forced to board his private jet for the flight from New Mexico all the way to Tokyo to re-outline his plan for the telecommunications company, and to reassure the CEO there that all was well.
All without a blowjob on the way to the airport.
So naturally John Miller was angry. He tossed his keys to his driver, who checked expectantly for a woman in his passenger seat. The driver seemed almost surprised there was none.
Unknown to Miller, his staff held private bets as to what his current tits and vagina (for that’s all they were to Miller) were dressed as. It was always a long drive for the driver, sitting next to a supermodel beautiful woman dressed in a skimpy, sexy, slutty outfit (or nothing at all, her pussy still wet from her orgasm, her tits erect and cum on her face). Occasionally the woman would take pity and allow him to jerk off in front of her. For the lucky few, the woman would suck them or even fuck them on the hood of the several hundred thousand dollar car or in one of the several mansions the billionaire owned in the desert state.
But today neither Miller nor his driver were blessed by the tight, wet pussy of a female companion. Miller’s cock was still hard, though. He spent the entire drive imagining what he would do to humiliate the Japanese companion he would receive while in Tokyo. He always received a girl while traveling.
It wasn’t prostitution as much ensuring Miller would be at the top of his game- after a wild night of abuse and fucking, Miller was able to concentrate better and make a killing in the market. It was a time honored tradition, Miller knew. Where the girls came from, he wasn’t sure. But they were always large chested, skilled in all positions and acts, and clean.
Well, physically clean.
Miller pulled his sunglasses from his freshly shaven face as he boarded the Gulf Stream. He nodded to a Stewardess, dressed in a short red pleated skirt, white button up undershirt and matching red jacket that was open in the front. Her large breasts were accented by a pushup bra that showed just below the top of her shirt.
Miller allowed her to take his jacket and guide him to a seat. He already had a bag on the plane, in case of emergencies like this. He strapped in and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. The flight attendant asked him if that was all in a low, sexy voice, winking at him in case he needed the extra hint. His cock grew a bit harder as he imagined what all he could make her do, but decided to stick with the drink.
For now.
The woman nodded, tossed her short black hair back with toss of her head, smiled and turned her back to him. She shook her ass, perfectly visible in the tight skirt, at him as she left, turning again to smile before disappearing. Miller sat back, closed his eyes and wondered just what he would have this woman do for him. The possibilities were endless, he knew, and it was a long flight.
Soon she came back with his drink, placing it and the bottle on the table bolted down in front of his large leather seat. He motioned her close to him.
“But sir, the pilots are ordering everyone to sit down. They’re taking off now,” She told him, leaning in close to pour his drink into his waiting mouth. As she did so, she gave a better shot of her large breasts, still partially hidden by his bra.
“That’s okay, I’ve got you.” He said, pulling her hand close to him. She obeyed, turning around and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, placing them strategically on her crotch.
“Mmm, naughty boy,” The attendant purred, using her own hands to increase the pressure he put on her.
“That feels good like that,” She told him. She began to grind her ass against his own crotch, rubbing against his already substantial hard-on.
“You excited already, baby?” She teased him, rubbing her ass faster on him. “Mm, good.”
Miller decided he had enough of the forwardness of this woman. He jerked his hands from her crotch and used them to push her off her lap and onto the floor.
“Wha- What was that for?” She demanded.
“You’d better hold on,” He warned her, taking another sip of his drink. She gripped the bottom supports of two seats on opposite sides of the aisle, just above Miller’s seat.
“Airplanes can get very bumpy,” He told her. “Better use your legs, too.”
She scowled at him, but obeyed, spreading her long, creamy white legs and bracing her high heel shoes against two other braces. Miller cocked his head to the side, viewing the woman. She held her arms out, elbows bent slightly as she gripped the seats. Her legs were spread wide, pushing her red skirt past her thighs until it just sat before her hips, revealing panties that matched her white push up bra.
“Mm,” Miller commented, taking another sip. “What a wonderful view.”
He could feel as the aircraft began to accelerate down the runway, and saw the stewardess grip tighter. She attempted to force her skirt down by thrusting her hips forward, but it had the opposite effect. The short skirt instead went the reverse side, lying inside out on her stomach, leaving nothing to hide her small white panties.
“Delicious,” Miller commented, downing the rest of his whiskey. “Truly a marvel of the modern world.”
“Bastard!” The woman shouted out, but quickly turned her head in shame.
Miller smiled. He poured himself another glass with the bottle that the woman brought and had set on the table, leaned over towards the woman on the ground. Her eyes grew wide, and she began to say something, but it was too late. Miller poured the contents of the glass on the woman’s bright white panties, staining them and sending the liquid leaking through towards her pussy. She shivered as the cold liquid hit her, crying in surprise or pain, or both.
John Miller smiled as he watched some of the brown liquid trickle off of her and onto the ground, while the rest soaked in to her flesh. The now wet panties stuck to her, revealing a large camel toe that sent Miller to lick his lips.
“My dear, that’s the wrong hole. I believe you meant to pour it here,” He told her, grabbing the bottle and pouring some of its contents in her face, sending her spitting and shutting her eyes quickly.
“There, isn’t that better?” He asked as he finished pouring. She glared up at him and he smiled again, tipping the bottle over her chest, allowing the expensive drink to pour down her chest and between her two sizable breasts, staining her bra and shirt, and causing the wet fabric to stick her skin, pushing her large nipples right against them.
“Now you have a matching set!” He exclaimed before pouring the rest of the bottle over her stomach, legs and again to her pussy.
She shivered again as the cold liquid hit her, but said nothing.
“I do believe that we’re at cruising altitude,” He commented as the Buckle Seatbelts light came off.
The woman on the ground started to climb up, but Miller shot a foot to her crotch, pinning her down.
“Did I say you could get up?” He demanded of her. She glared at him, but shook her head.
“That’s right; I didn’t.” He kept his foot on her stained panties, rubbing the toe of his shoe against her pussy.
“Wait- Please, stop.” She begged him as he began.
“Oh? Why? Don’t you like it?” He asked her without stopping.
“Please.” Is all she answered.
Miller shrugged, but kept rubbing against her. She began to twist on the floor, and stopped asking him to quit.
“Do you like that, bitch?” He whispered to her as he continued stimulating her. “Hm? Do you like being foot fucked on an airplane? What a dirty little bitch. Dressing like that in public. Letting drinks get poured over your sluttly little cunt and titties. You love it, don’t you?” He continued a low whisper so only she could hear him.
“Mm, wait. Ah- No, I- Mm-I,” She started, but was unable to finish. The pressure, along with the liquids being poured on her and the domination role he played, turned her on. She had to admit it.
“Yeah.” Was all she finally said.
Miller smiled. So easy to break.
He continued with her toe, running it against her swollen and wet pussy lips for minutes at a time, non-stop. When he finally stopped, he did so suddenly.
The woman jerked as if she had been slapped, and quickly let go of the chair brace she had been gripping tightly, thrusting her hand to her crotch to finish herself off.
Miller quickly kicked her hand away.
“Bad girl. Don’t touch yourself; never again touch yourself. Only I can touch you now; no other man or woman can touch you. Do you understand?”
“Please,” She begged, her pussy throbbing. She felt herself on the edge, but he wouldn’t let her fall over in orgasmic bliss.
“Do you understand?” He asked her again. She nodded to him. “No one will. Only you. Now finish!”
He shook his head. “You’ve been a bad girl. You need to be punished, not rewarded. Stand up.”
She quickly did, her skirt falling over her panties, hiding her pussy momentarily from him. He motioned her towards him, and she quickly came.
So easy to break.
“Bend over this table,” He ordered her. She lifted her leg over his knees, her ass in front of his face, long leg on either side of his body, elbows on the table in front of them.
Miller paused before administering her punishment. “What’s your name?” He asked her.
“Cindy,” She told him.
He slapped her ass hard on the right cheek. She jumped as he did so.
“I get to pick your name. From now on you’re Bunny. Never answer to Cindy again. Do you understand, Bunny?”
She bobbed her head yes. He slapped her again.
“Never let your friends call you Cindy.” Another slap. “Never let your family call you Cindy.” Another slap. “Never let your co-workers call you Cindy.” A sixth slap. “Do you understand, Bunny?”
“Yes sir,” She stammered, her voice shaky. Miller smiled.
“Good. And what do you call me?”
“Master?” She guessed.
“Good job, Bunny!” He beamed. “Do you know what good girls get?”
She shook her head no.
“Bring me back a bottle of Scotch and I’ll show you,” He told her. She began to climb off of him. “And Bunny? Come back without the top, okay?”
“Yes, Master.” She promised.
Miller watched her as she left. He unbuckled his seat belt and felt his cock. It was as hard as ever, and he debated ending his lessons with Bunny so she could fuck him. As she walked back towards him, her red jacket and white shirt gone, bra stained brown with Scotch and nipples pointing almost through the fabric he changed his mind. He was going to enjoy this, much more than playing dress up with his other sluts.
Bunny crawled back into position, her ass back in Miller’s face.
“I promised you a reward, didn’t I?” He asked as he undid the lid on the Scotch.
“Yes, Master. You did.”
Miller tipped the bottle over the top of Bunny’s head, pouring the liquid onto her hair and watching it drip over her face, back and shoulders. She obediently took it, not moving or complaining once.
Once the bottle was 1/3 the way gone, he stopped. He gripped a handful of shoulder length black hair and sucked the drink out of it.
“Mm, delicious.” He commented. “Bend over, Bunny.” He ordered. She obeyed immediately, bending over and almost touching the floor. He pushed her towards the table, until her ass was flat in front of him her back was resting on the table. He pulled up her plaid skirt and bit gently into her panty covered ass cheeks. He pulled away, pulled the panties open at the top and poured more Scotch down her ass. He watched it fill her ass hole, drip into her pussy and slowly drip out of her panties, where it slowly dripped right in front of Bunny’s upside down face.
“Drink it, Bunny. That’s your reward.”
Bunny bent her face 90 degrees, opening her mouth wide, catching the Scotch that flowed over her ass and pussy into her mouth and drinking it.
“Good job, Bunny.” Miller told her. “You can stand up, now.”
Bunny did so, careful to avoid hitting her head on the table in front of her.
“Stand still, Bunny.” Miller told her. He pulled a large jack knife from his pocket. “Stand still,”
He placed the blade just above her crotch on the red skirt and carefully slid down, cutting the skirt in half and causing it to fall to the ground. He did the same with the sides of her panties, but caught those as they fell.
“Sit on my lap, Bunny. Facing me.”
She did so, climbing on top of his lap and rubbing her now naked pussy against his substantial hard on.
“Look up, Bunny.” He told her, holding her panties above her head. She did so, opening her mouth again. Miller wrung the panties out, sending the Scotch and Bunny’s own juices spilling from the now ruined panties and into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it all, only a few drips running down her cheeks.
Miller then sliced off her bra, and watched as he tits bounced as they were released from the bra. He did the same with the top as he did the panties, draining them off into Bunny’s mouth. She swallowed the liquid, with more falling down her cheeks and draining onto her still sizable breasts.
Miller gripped the back of Bunny’s head, his hand wet from both the soiled garments and Bunny’s hair. He pulled her head back, and her mouth opened involuntarily.
He leaned in and kissed her mouth, shooting his tongue deep into her throat. She took it easily, sucking his tongue like it was a small cock, rubbing it with her own tongue and coating it with her saliva. Miller pulled away and began to kiss her lips, moving so she couldn’t kiss him back. He held her in place, kissing he neck or ears or eyelids, finally moving down and sucking the Scotch from her tits. Her nipples were large and erect, pointing out at him. He nibbled those, causing Bunny to wince in pain. But she said nothing.
While he held her head still, Bunny began to thrust her naked hips on his lap, grinding against the hard-on she felt in his pants. She groped his chest as she did, allowing him to nibble her sensitive nipples. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, and thrust harder on him, hoping to achieve the orgasm denied her earlier.
Miller however had no intention of allowing her to get off that easily. As he head her begin to moan from lap dancing, he gripped her underneath the arm pits and pushed her onto the table. She licked her lips and spread her legs, her hands inches away from her pussy.
“No, Bunny. You know the rule. No one- even you- touches you but me.”
Bunny paused, and brought her hands back to the table. Miller pushed her legs up on to the table, her pussy flat on the hard surface. He grabbed the bottle of Scotch and poured the rest into her pussy. Her body jerked as he did so and she cried out, but he held her still. The liquid spilled out of her cunt, covering the table in alcohol. Miller rubbed her pussy, splashing the Scotch, and then slapped it twice for good measure. At this point he was so hard he was ready to blow his load in her pants.
“Get up,” He ordered Bunny. She did so, climbing off the table and onto the aisle between the seats. Miller sat up from his seat, too. He stood in front of Bunny, who didn’t need any instruction. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and unbuttoned his suit pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. She ran a hand against the silk boxers before pulling them down too.
A large 7” cock sprung to life as she pulled them down, jerking in anticipation of her mouth. She inserted it immediately, thrusting her head as far as she could. She gagged as she took 5 of the 7”, before pulling away and using shorter, quicker thrusts. It wasn’t long until her was ready to blow. Miller gripped the sides of Bunny’s head, held it tight and thrust his hips as far forward as he could, sending all 7” down her throat, his balls pressed against her chin. She gagged and tried to pull away, and Miller pulled back, giving Bunny time to breath before thrusting forward again. A few more times of this until he blew.
Once his cock was completely in Bunny’s mouth, Miller shot his load, sending hot cum shooting down her throat. Bunny’s mouth wasn’t large enough to hold both the cum and his cock, and white liquid shot out from her mouth and sprayed everywhere. Bunny pulled back choking, tears in her eyes.
“You made a mess, Bunny. Clean. Lick every bit of cum from off the floor, off the chairs, off the walls. Now.”
Bunny, finally recovering, obeyed, crawling on her hands and knees, licking every bit of cum that blew from her mouth. As she finished up, her ass stuck out wide, her lips sucking a bit of cum from a nearby wall. Miller was at full hardness again watching her degrade herself through the work. He snuck up behind her, gripped her hair, threw her head back again with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock into her throbbing pussy. He thrust once deep, and Bunny cried out. He continued thrusting, giving Bunny no reprieve.
“Oh FUCK yes!” Bunny shouted as he slammed his cock deep inside her cunt. “Fill me! Tear my wet cunt up with you big cock!”
Miller slapped her ass again and then thrust two fingers into her ass hole. She screamed out and came. Her pussy clenched around his cock, giving him the extra friction to come again, too. He shot deep inside her womb, her body trembling, doing her best to hold herself against the wall. Miller pulled away suddenly, causing her to fall backwards onto the floor. Miller pulled his pants up and found his seat.
“You may pleasure yourself now, Bunny. I want you to pleasure yourself until we get to Japan, or I tire of it.”
Bunny wasted no time thrusting a fist deep inside her pussy, seemingly oblivious to Miller watching her, pouring himself another glass and sipping it slowly.