A Sunday Drive (b/d, Mf, cons, mild exhibitionism)


Atypical Sunday Drive


Marianne held the funny contraption in front of her. "It's purple," she said.

Colin laughed. "What color did you want it to be?"

She shrugged, turning over the item in her hands. It was made from a strange
material that reminded her much of the plastic jelly shoes that were a fad when
she was young. The item was shaped like a butterfly. It had four wings and its
body had a long, thick tail. Attached to each wing was a pink elastic strap.

"You can adjust the straps," he said. "One strap for each leg and one to go
around your waist."

Marianne nodded, intrigued yet hesitant. She assumed that the batteries had been
put in place long before it reached her hands. A long cord with a control box
stretched from the body of the toy.

"I'll help you put it on," he said, taking the butterfly from her hands. "But
first, we need to prepare other parts of you." Colin gestured at the bed. "Take
down your trousers and climb onto the bed with your ass in the air. Come now,
don't hesitate. You know that you will do as I ask."

She knew that resistance was futile. Even though the prospect of leaving the
hotel with the butterfly strapped between her legs was a bit nerve-wracking, she
was a little excited. Her heart pounding, she slid her pants over her thighs and
stepped out of them. She looked up and he instructed her with a nod of his head
to remove her panties as well. With a heavy sigh she removed the black satin
garment and laid it on the chair next to her trousers.

"Onto the bed," he urged. Marianne did as he asked, climbing onto the queen size
bed. She knelt in the middle and grasped a pillow beneath her. She could feel
tiny goosebumps arise on her ass-cheeks. Chill air or nervousness? She did not
know. Her pussy was on fire, of that she was quite sure.

Colin sat next to her and ran his hands along her thighs and buttocks. He petted
her for a long while, letting his fingers brush up very close to her very
sensitive cunt. He was careful only to tease, not to reward. Marianne had a
feeling she was in for one hell of a tease this morning.

"I love to hear you purr," he told her. Marianne realized that she had been
making soft noises of contentment, little moans that he liked to refer to as
purring. "You are so precious." Marianne smiled. She loved to hear him praise
her, to be petted, to know that she was pleasing to him.

"Time to fill you, my pet." Marianne stopped purring. She knew what was next. She
felt his fingers separating the cleft of her buttocks and heard the snap of the
tube that she knew must be in his other hand.

She let out a gasp as the cold jelly on his fingertip connected with the puckered
skin of her ass hole. He inserted his finger in one smooth movement, massaging
the tiny passage in order to coat the area with the lubricant. Colin leaned
forward and trailed a long string of large anal beads along her cheek. Marianne
closed her eyes at the thought of each one of those beads entering into her.

"One," he whispered. The first was never much of a problem, Marianne knew.

"Two." This one was fine as well. Marianne still gasped on entry.

"Three." Mmm...getting a little more difficult.

"Four." Now things were changing. Marianne moaned aloud at the sensation. She
could never figure out if she liked or hated the feeling.

"Five." She cried out now, sure that she could not take another bead into her
ass.

"Six," he said. "Only one more."

Marianne shoved her face into the pillow as she yelled aloud when the seventh
bead violated her anal canal. Never had she felt so full. Colin rolled her over
and pulled her up from the bed. He held her as she struggled to regain her
composure.

Colin stroked her face and kissed her softly. "Are you all right?" he asked. She
nodded.

"Good," he said. "Now stand up, we have a butterfly to apply."

Marianne groaned as she stood up. Part of her told her that she didn't want this;
this uncomfortability, this filling, this stimulation. She was scared that it
would push her over the edge. What edge she had not yet explored but she knew
that was exactly what Colin was aiming for.

She stood up and let him attach the first string of the butterfly around her
waist. He cinched it tight, clasping it right above the soft triangle of hair
between her legs. Slowly he parted her pussy lips and slid the butterfly so that
the head rested against her clitoris, the body lay against her labia and in a way
that the stubby tail could probe her moist opening. Marianne felt weak. Colin
never hesitated. He fastened the leg straps so that the butterfly lay very tight
against her wet pussy.

"There," he said, standing back to admire his handiwork. "Now pull up your
trousers, my pet." She did and he arranged the cord so that when they were in
public that the cord would rest inside the pocket of her pants. When all was in
place, he leaned forward and kissed her softly. His hand was on the control box
and as Marianne began to lose herself in the kiss, he moved the switch.

"OH!" she cried. The stimulation was incredible. Her highest setting on her
favorite vibrator didn't even compare to this! She clutched Colin's shoulders as
her cunt exploded, radiating waves of pleasure from her clitoris to her belly and
upward until she realized that she was shaking.

Colin switched the toy off and held her until her breathing slowed and her
shaking subsided. "Marianne," he whispered. "What are you going to do with the
knowledge that what you felt was the lowest setting of your butterfly?" Marianne
closed her eyes and took a deep breath in response. He replaced the control box
in the pocket of her trousers.

Together they repacked their clothes, finished up the breakfast that room service
had provided and then went down to check out.

Marianne was glad that the butterfly was not too awkward as she walked. The beads
filled her completely but they were also not uncomfortable. She dreaded and yet
anticipated the intense sensation of Colin removing them from her ass, most
surely in the midst of an amazing orgasm.

In the car, Colin made sure that the control box was not in her pocket and
instead rested next to him on his seat. As he drove, he could easily flip the
switch. Marianne would have no control over the sensations that her lover was
going to give her. Knowing this excited her in a way that she could not admit.

"Are you hungry, love?" he asked her.

Marianne nodded.

"We'll look for a place to stop, but I'm not sure how far we will have to drive."
He turned to kiss Marianne softly before he started the car. She loved his
kisses, the sweet taste of his tongue, the gentle pressure of his lips against
hers, the soft probing against the roof of her mouth and her teeth.

Colin started the car. Marianne was quiet as she looked out over the snowy
landscape. She loved to look at the old houses, the naked trees and the snowmen
that children had carefully created to adorn their yards. They didn't need to
speak--the connection between them spoke volumes.

The road was a long four lane highway with few commercial buildings to either
side. Marianne had a feeling that it would be a long time before she ate. It was
busy as well and they were often slowing down or almost stopping to accommodate
traffic. Marianne, being the voyeur that she was, looked on at these other cars
in great interest. Watching people was a hobby of hers and she took every
opportunity her curious mind would afford her.

She was staring at a beautiful woman in a BMW next to them when the first wave of
sensation wracked her cunt. The Isabella Rossellini look-alike had just turned
and met Marianne's gaze. She gasped in shock and surprise as her pussy began to
vibrate. "Bastard," she hissed at Colin.

Colin chuckled. "Your friend in that car seems to be quite interested in your
little dilemma," he told her. Marianne was no longer looking at the woman but was
instead leaning back against the seat with her eyes closed. She knew her hips
were writhing in a slow rhythmic pattern but she didn't care. She wanted only the
pleasure that the little purple butterfly could give her. She wondered what the
woman had thought when Marianne's face first contorted with ecstatic torment.

Damn butterfly, she thought to herself. The first orgasm she had back at the
hotel had desensitized her a little bit and this orgasm was taking much longer
than she wanted. The assault on her clitoris was steady and Marianne knew she was
moaning uncontrollably. She whimpered at the length of time that it was taking.

The car had begun moving again. Marianne felt the soft bouncing of the car--every
jarring movement changing the position of her buttocks. She ground her ass into
the seat to feel the fullness of the beads filling her, to adjust the butterfly
so it rode her labia closer and so the stubby tail teased her vulva. She reached
down a hand to hold the contraption tight against her body...

...and met with Colin's hand delivering a firm slap against her arm. "Stop that,"
he instructed. "No hands. If you can't come you'll just have to writhe there
until you do."

"Nooooo!" Marianne moaned.

"What's wrong," Colin asked her softly. She didn't have to look at him to know
that there was a mischievous smile on his face.

"It's not enough," she murmured, trying to grind herself deeper into the seat,
trying to push the little purple butterfly closer to her moist pussy. The
vibrations were now only a torment.

"I know," he said.

"Please turn it up," she asked.

"No."

Marianne knew that pushing wouldn't change anything. Besides, she knew that she
would again be reduced to begging so for now she tried to endure. Her hips
writhed in torment with the buzzing between her legs. Her clitoris felt on fire.
She would do anything to push herself over the edge but she knew that Colin had
thwarted her...for now.

They drove like this for several miles, Marianne gyrating her hips in the seat
for all passerby to see. She moaned continually, trying to imagine herself
exploding into a thousand tiny pieces of light, hoping that the imagery would
send her over the top. It wasn't working.

"I do so love to see you in such torment, dear," Colin told her. "I love that
look of helplessness that plays upon your face, the curses ready to burst forth
from your lips."

Marianne did not hesitate to oblige. "Fuck you!"

"Feeling a little frustrated, love?" he teased.

She was silent for another mile. Until the torment grew in that she hovered
continuously on the edge...ready to orgasm yet not ready...

"Please," she said, ready to beg like she knew he liked. "Please, give me more."

"Not yet dear one."

Marianne whimpered and wiggled in her seat. She hated this torment, hated it with
every bone in her body. Hated Colin because she knew that he got off on it so
much--because he knew that in the end her orgasm would be exquisite. Hated him
because he knew that she would never push herself thus. Hated him because she was
giving in to his desires and as well as her own.

She was beginning to worry that her cunt would grow numb from the constant
vibration. She moved her hips in silent torment, watching the side of the road as
they drove. She wanted to come but she didn't know if it would happen any longer.
She needed more, she wanted more...but she could only whimper.

There was a restaurant up on the left, thank god. Marianne breathed a sigh of
relief and said a silent prayer that Colin would stop. Indeed, he was slowing
down the car.

Colin pulled the car into a quiet parking spot in a remote corner of the lot.
Marianne thankfully noted the lack of pedestrian activity in the area. He didn't
turn off the butterfly but he helped her unbuckle the seat belt.

"Adjust your seat so that it lays down as far as it can," he instructed. "Then
pull down your trousers to the ankles WITHOUT disturbing your poor buzzing friend
between your legs." Colin waited until Marianne lay facing upward with the purple
butterfly exposed and humming loudly. "Now dear, turn over. Make yourself
comfortable of course. I just want access to the precious string that is attached
to the treasure buried in your ass."

Marianne moaned at his words. Damn him for being so eloquent in the midst of such
awkwardness. Her heart pounded in excitement, arousal and abject fear that the
owner of the next car would walk up and see her lying there. She rolled over and
was immediately grateful. Now she had a bit more leverage on where the butterfly
was positioned against her. Colin's presence was quickly forgotten as she
concentrated on maneuvering herself into a state of orgasm.

Suddenly, she felt Colin's hands on her ass, toying with the string that attached
to the anal beads. He tugged on them lightly, just enough to make them move. At
the same time, he turned up the power on the control box.

"Ohhhhhh!" Marianne screamed, not caring who heard. The butterfly vibrated
violently against her, shoving her deep inside herself and back out again. She
felt her body growing hot, her chest constricting, her breath stopping and the
power--the exquisite power--that radiated in a rush from her cunt and outward,
spreading through each pore of her body.

The release was accompanied by Colin pulling out the anal beads in one fluid
movement. Marianne felt her orgasm begin to roll in waves as each bead collided
with her anal opening, exposing her to one new sensation after another. Her body
began to shudder, her muscles tighten and everything went white for a few
moments...a few moments of pure...

Peace.

Marianne opened her eyes. The butterfly wasn't buzzing and the beads were gone.


"Roll over, my pet," Colin said softly. She did and he helped her undo the
butterfly straps and take the purple jelly contraption from her now throbbing
pussy. Marianne pulled up her trousers with shaky hands while he put the beads
and butterfly into a brown paper sack in the back seat.

"Are you hungry now?" Colin gestured toward the restaurant.

Marianne nodded, looking deep into those gray eyes in silent thankfulness.

"Good," he chuckled. "You'll need all the strength you have for the ride home."