Story time: I was on a road trip once, almost half a day I t..

Story time: I was on a road trip once, almost half a day I think. I was in the passenger seat for the whole trip. Partway through, I started feeling horny. But more than that, I started feeling mischievous 😈 So as I sat there in my little halter top and shorts, no bra to keep my heavy titties from jiggling at every bump, I reached over and laid my hand on the driver's thigh, my fingers resting on his cock.

At first, he didn't react much. We'd been dating a little bit, so it wasn't entirely unexpected that I might place my hand on his leg during a drive. But after a few minutes, I began squeezing his dick through his pants, running my fingers up and down the length of it, feeling it grow. It felt so big compared to my tiny hand. That only made me feel naughtier. By the time he was fully hard, he was making all kinds of noises for me. Grunts, moans, little sighs.

I distinctly remember him looking over at me after I'd been stroking him through his pants for a for maybe five or ten minutes and saying, "You should take it out."

And I'm a good girl who does what she's told. So I leaned closer, undid his pants, and pulled his hard cock out.

But I'm also a bad girl who likes to tease. So I didn't start jacking him off or taking him into my mouth. Instead, I slid the bottom strap of his seatbelt across his shaft and I started playing.

With his cock hold against him, only the head and upper shaft exposed, I began lightly tracing my fingernails over over that delicious-looking vein running along the underside. Up and down. Slowly. Then faster. Eventually he started pushing his hips toward my hand, clearly wanting more. So I started using the backs of two fingers, pressing harder. Then I was gripping just the tip, giving it short, fast strokes.

And then I stopped until he just barely started going soft. And then I started it all again.

I did this for almost an hour before he told me he might cum. For a moment, I made him believe he wouldn't need to wait any longer. I gripped his whole shaft, pumped it hard two or three times, then let him go and put the seatbelt back in place.

He groaned in frustration, but I leaned in and whispered, "Just imagine how good it'll feel once you finally explode for me."

It took him a while to calm down after that, but once he did, I decided to turn things up. I resumed my teasing, made it maybe ten minutes into our little game, and then said, "If you crash this car, you're never getting another handjob or blowjob again. So glance wisely."

And then I slid down the straps of my top and pulled out my soft, fat, pillowy tits. With one hand teasing the head of his dick, I used the other to pinch my nipples, to tug on them. I'd grip a nipple between my thumb and pointer finger and use it to make my whole breast bounce for his hungry gaze--and the hungry gaze of any passing travellers who might notice.

I stayed like that for a long time, my bare breasts exposed to the works while I ran my fingertips over his pulsing, drooling cock. Eventually, we needed to stop for gas or a bathroom break or something like that. But as soon as we were back in the car, I was freeing his cock from his pants then holding it in place with his seatbelt.

I played this game for hours, teasing and stopping and teasing and stopping. So many times, he'd ask me to make him cum, and each time I'd tell him "I promise" then I'd stop and give him a break. I'd never seen a man stay hard as long as he was. It was thrilling to see the way the precum practically spilled down my fingers.

Finally, as we nears one of our stops, I asked, "Are you ready?"

He looked at me and nodded. "I need it."

"Good. Do no crash."

Then I leaned over, frees his dick from beneath the strap, and slid my full lips over the slick, almost purple head.

"Good girl," he moaned, and my heart fluttered in excitement. "Make me cum." My heart fluttered harder.

He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my down harder. I gagged. He used my mouth like a pussy, guiding me by my hair. He was wild, so desperate from all that teasing.

I loved it.

At last he came, erupting inside my mouth, his cock bucking and twitching against my tongue as he continued to push me down and pull me up.

When he was finished, I sat up and held his load in my mouth. I'm not big on swallowing. So I kept it there until we pulled into the gas station, my titties now safely tucked away, then I leaned out my door and spit it onto the blacktop.

"That was fun," I told him as he was buttoning up his pants.

"You're bad," he replied.

I smiled at him.

"Just the way you like it, daddy."