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My Dominating PassengerAs a bit of a laugh, I mentioned one evening in the pub that I liked a bit of domination. It wasn’t supposed to be a poke at Matt night, but that is what it turned out to be. I was being ribbed from all directions. Then Jim mentioned that he knew a woman called Sandra that would love to take me for a ride.“Sexy?” I questioned him, he nodded.“Does she go for it?” I questioned again, he nodded again, but this time he had the broadest grin on his face ever.“What are you grinning for,” I asked. Again he just nodded and said that she would not let me down. He then handed me her telephone number on a card and told me to give her a ring. The rest of the lads laughed until they were blue in the face. It felt like I was being set up.It was two days after that fateful night in the pub that I found myself sat at home looking at the card in front of me. I played the evening back through my mind, his grin, the rest of the lads laughing and egging me on, and me taking the card and pretending to throw it away.I picked up the phone, dialled the number. It rang, and rang and rang. I let out a sigh of relief as I started to put the phone down. Then I heard the voice.“Hello, Sandra speaking!”, the phone blurted out.I pulled the phone back to my ear and started to speak in a very flustered manner. I started by telling her my name and who had given me her number. We spoke for a good few minutes and then she asked what had prompted Jim to give me her number. I hesitated but decided to tell the truth. She then asked whether I would like to see her and maybe go for a ride. I was unsure as to what to do, it wasn’t so much a request or a question as a bit of an order, but I eventually agreed. She asked whether I could almanbahis şikayet pick her up in about an hour from her home, I agreed and to be honest, I was looking forward to it. I still didn’t know whether Jim’s description of her would hold out. I was expecting to walk into the biggest joke of all time.I drove to her house and as soon as I parked the car, she appeared and walked towards me. My mouth dropped open. My eyes jumped out of their sockets and my cock twitched. Jim had said that she looked sexy, but I wasn’t prepared for what she really looked like. Sandra had long legs, a wonderfully shaped body and a pair of really nice sized breasts. She was, what I would call, a gorgeous brunette. She was sporting a tight, thigh-length skirt and a top that revealed all her ample charms. A thin but smart coat was draped over her shoulders.She opened the car door, flipped her coat into the back seat and slid into the passenger seat. I looked at the beauty that was her face. I couldn’t believe my luck. She slowly turned her head towards me.“Drive,” she said, her words sharp and direct.I looked at her, trying to make out the reason for such a firm statement.“Fucking drive…or I shall get out,” she commanded, her voice firmer and with a condescending tone all of its own.“Where to?” I asked.“Anywhere, the countryside…pick some nice deserted roads,” she said as she smiled at me. “You‘re going to need them,” she continued.I put the car in gear and we were off, to nowhere in particular.As I drove I periodically glanced over at her, as we rounded a corner to join a main road out of town, I saw her hand disappear into her blouse and tweak her nipple. My mouth opened involuntarily as I stared at her.“Keep your eyes on almanbahis canlı casino the fucking road, I don‘t want to die,” she said as she looked at me, still twisting her nipple in her hand. “Fuck, I love pulling on my tits,” she declared, matter of factly.When we got on a straight piece of road with nothing behind me, I stole glances of her and what she was doing to herself.“Is your cock hard looking at me touch myself?” she asked me.“It‘s getting pretty stiff and I’m getting very turned on…yes,” I replied. I saw her smile to herself. Then she turned in her seat to face me.“I want you to drive carefully, OK,” she told me, “I want you to concentrate on driving and on your cock. Can you do that?” she asked.I nodded, in sheer anticipation.Sandra then started to unbutton my jeans. I started to slow the car down, to stop, so that I could help her.“Don’t you dare stop!” she exclaimed, “keep driving.” I did as I was told, my eyes fixed on the road ahead, but every now and then I glanced down to see how she was progressing. My cock needed to get out of my jeans and fast, I was panting with expectation at her getting her hands on it and hopefully her lips as well.Suddenly my cock was out, I don’t know how she managed it but it was poking straight up at me. Her hands circled around it and then I could feel her slowly pumping it up and down. My balls were precociously folded over the end of my zip and I could feel it periodically bite into the soft skin. It was noticeable but not unbearable. It was such a pleasurable feeling. The only thing going through my head were the words “thank you Jim, thank you Jim.” Sandra was smiling and stroking my cock at the same time.“I love cocks like yours,” she said, “circumcised almanbahis casino and big and just the right size!” she exclaimed.“Made for pumping…” she continued.“We are going to play a little game, Tom,” she said, “I am going to wank you off, and when I say the word, you have one minute to spurt all the spunk your balls are holding over my hand. Do you understand that…” she waited patiently for my reply.“Yes,” I said as I nodded. This woman was one hell of a horny, sexy bastard, it was all I could do to keep calm and concentrate on the driving. I couldn’t believe her words, her actions and her forcefulness. I was more than horny for what she was about to do.She wanked my cock slowly, pulling my balls off the zipper as she got to the top of her stroke. Then she slid her hand back down. Her motions were very reserved, slow and deliberate.“You have one minute from now to cum all over my hand Tom, otherwise you have to pay the price,” she informed me.Her hand just continued in the same motion, there was no urgency on her part and I needed her to speed up, to pull me off a little faster so that I could convert the feeling into an orgasm.“Thirty seconds left Tom…” she declared.Fuck, I thought to myself, normally I would close my eyes and concentrate but I was driving. The road, the concentration of driving were all distracting me from cumming. Fuck this was hard work, I thought.“Ten seconds left Tom,” she said.I was begging myself to cum. I was pumping my arse up and down on the seat in opposite motions to her hand to try and make it more urgent. Then she stopped.“You failed, you useless fucking prick!” she shot the words at me like they had come from a gun. I was shocked at how violent her words sounded.“Ah Fuck…” I cried out suddenly, the car veering to the left before I corrected it.“Fucking useless cock…” she declared.“Ah Fuck….No…Don‘t,” I cried.“Useless…useless…useless cock,” she shouted once more.Sandra had slapped my cock hard with her hand making it hit my body twice.

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