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No peeking until we get there! He looked up at her and chuckled himself. Are you ready to go, my little slut? They went to the car and after he seated her and put the basket in the back seat, they were off on their day's adventure. He had a little park in mind that he wanted to take her to and it would take a little over an hour to get there.
So once he got on the highway he decided to get things started at little early! I will be using it soon and I want it wet and hungry for me," he said.
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Chelsea smiled and then pulled up her dress and got to work. She parted her thighs and brushed her fingers across her clit. She moaned softly and adjusted her position in her seat, getting more comfortable. Don't you cum! She began fingering her clit as the nub grew hard and throbbing. She moaned again as her fingers strummed her clit and her fires were lit.
Chelsea parted her fingers, trapping the sensitive bud between them as she ran her hand up and down her slit. Her pussy began getting moist, then wet as she continued toying with her sex. Her breathing became ragged and she started to pant as she grew more and more aroused. Her moans became pleas to her Master. Pleas to allow her to cum. But he would have none of it. But she continued toying with her now soaked pussy.
She had no choice; even if her Master had told her to stop, Chelsea was beyond the ability to. She had to continue, she had to complete her journey. Her body commanded it, and she had to obey. Chelsea strummed her clit and fingered her swollen pussy lips, moaning and shaking with desire. Shove those fingers deep into that wet pussy," he growled. Chelsea groaned loudly at his words and slipped two fingers deep into her wet, hungry hole. She brought her knees up higher and put her feet on the dashboard to give her greater access to her screaming pussy. Master reached over and held her leg wide apart, his touch only fueling the fire as he held her leg in position.
Oh please let me cum! I can't stand it! Chelsea looked in the compartment. Inside there was a small silver egg vibrator with a long cord leading to a remote speed controller. But he had a plan and was not to be dissuaded. With a childlike whimper she obeyed, knowing she had little choice in the matter. She set the remote on the center console for him and then put the egg up against her soaked and dripping pussy. He took the remote and turned it to a medium setting.
The vibrations instantly brought her closer still to her orgasm. Oh please, Oh please, Oh please," Chelsea begged. She was beside herself, shaking and trembling with need, her eyes glazed over in pure lust, sweat dripping off her forehead and running down between her tits as she tried valiantly to hold back the inevitable. She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood hoping the pain might ease the screaming ache in her loins. Master knew she was close. So close. And he was enjoying seeing her struggle against it. But he also knew that she had to finish. He could not hold her back for much longer.
He would be merciful.
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With one twist of his fingers on the dial it was over. He brought the device to full power and she howled. She stiffened as if electrocuted and raised her ass up off the seat as her orgasm collided with her senses and the train wreck that was her mind consumed her. Chelsea bucked and twisted and humped the air as her rapture took control of her and she went over the edge of sanity.
Finally after several minutes it was over and the poor submissive girl sat in a heap on the seat, panting and sweat-drenched, trying to regain some ability to function as an intelligent being. About the time she had regained herself, calming her pounding heart and her breathing, they arrived at the park he had set out for. Pulling into the parking lot, she noticed they were alone - no other cars or people were around.
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We must have the park to ourselves," she said shyly. She knew what that meant He got the picnic basket out of the back seat and the two walked into the park a short distance until they came to a large oak tree. He spread out the blanket that he brought along and then sat the picnic basket down on one corner while using a couple large rocks and an old dead branch to hold down the other corners.
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I have some other things to get in the car," he said. He went back to the car and opening the trunk, grabbed a black gym bag out of it and brought it back to the picnic site. Chelsea looked at it curiously but didn't feel she should ask about it. But she was an inquisitive sort and couldn't let it go. She looked at the bag several times while they got ready to eat. As they began having lunch, the suspense finally got the better of her.
Chelsea grinned broadly, she knew she would find out what he had planned soon enough and it was no use trying to get a clue from him. Her Master was very good at keeping secrets!
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So she settled back and enjoyed her picnic lunch with Master, happy just to be with him on such a lovely day. Finished with their lunch He sat back and heaved a heavy sigh. You did well. Now I think I will lay down for a bit and let My food settle. She laid down in front of him with her back towards him and her head on his arm.
He pulled her in tight to him, spooning her as they lay together on the blanket enjoying each other's warmth and comfort. They lay there like that for about 30 minutes before he felt like he was ready for the next phase of his plan.
Chelsea had gotten drowsy laying in the warm sun with her Master's arm around her. She barely noticed when that arm moved down her body and is hand slipped up under her sundress. That is until he found what he was looking for! He heard a soft, almost imperceptible, moan come from Chelsea as his hand slipped between her thighs and caressed the insides of her legs. He traced his fingertips ever so lightly across her tender white flesh as she rolled onto her back semi-consciously and parted her legs a bit. She wasn't fully awake, but she was responsive to him and he smiled - he had trained her well.
His fingers knew just where they were headed and they didn't take long getting there. He found her soft puffy lips and parted them very gently; he didn't want to wake her fully just yet. His plan called for her to stay in this dreamy, languid state until he had her more aroused. His fingers found her clit and he toyed with it, drawing little circles around it and grazing over the tip of the growing bud. Chelsea moaned again and spread her legs wider. He watched her closely, gauging his movements to her reactions.
She began getting damp at his ministrations and her breathing increased. He toyed with her clit more, rubbing his fingers over it and running his fingers up and down her slit on either side. Chelsea was stirring now but He had gotten her where he wanted her. She was waking up wet and horny, just the way he had planned.
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Chelsea moaned again, louder this time and she arched her back slightly as his fingers now increased their work on her sopping pussy. She reached up and mauled her tits through the material of her dress as he continued fingering her clit and pussy lips. He slipped two fingers inside her warm wet hole and began churning her pussy as her moans became more passionate and her tit-grabbing grew harder.
She reached behind her neck and yanked at the spaghetti strap halter to release it, pulling it down and freeing her tits completely.
Chelsea's nipples were stiff and hard, like little pencil erasers, and very sensitive. She pinched and pulled at them as he turned her insides into soft warm butter. Chelsea's legs were widespread and she was moaning and writhing on the blanket, completely in Master's control!