1. Husbands Humiliation


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    me. I didn't think twice that these heels would pose a problem. I slid behind the wheel of the car, the first time I'd been in the driver's seat in a very long time. &#034Oh great, a stick shift! Well, I guess it's not something you forget.&#034 I placed the spare keys I found in Master Howard's pants pocket (doing his laundry) into the ignition and turned. Nothing happened. &#034Maybe I need to push the clutch in?&#034 Ignition! I adjusted the mirrors and then tightened the seat belt. Slowly I backed it out of the driveway - sputtering and lurching the whole way. Out in the road, I put it in first and the car started moving! I felt great, but also scared. The car started revving higher and I went to shift to second. Something grabbed my foot! I couldn't pull my foot back! &#034Damn, my heel is caught under the petal!&#034 I tugged and tugged as the car slowly rolled to a stop. Finally I extricated my foot. I put the car back in first. Then I saw the cop. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew this guy would take me to jail where they would do all sorts of horrible things to me! Or, even worse, he would return me to Mistress who would torture me! By the time the cop came up to me, I was shaking so hard that he thought I was on d**gs. He made me step out of the car. &#034Calm down lady.&#034 &#034Yes sir.&#034 Sniff, sniff. &#034I'm sorry officer.&#034 &#034Let me see your license.&#034 My license? Oops. I forgot about that. &#034I don't have one officer.&#034 ...
    &#034You don't have one? Why are you driving?&#034 He pulled out his ticket book. It was time to use my femininity to my advantage. &#034I'm so sorry officer,&#034 I f***ed a few more tears out. &#034I know I'm not supposed to drive, but I needed to go pick up my friend from the airport and no one else was around and. . .&#034 &#034Ok, ok. Where do you live?&#034 &#034Please, officer, can't we settle this some other way?&#034 I ran my finger down his jacket. He didn't try to stop me. I mean, what the hell. I'd given several blow jobs already, what's one more. Besides, the consequences of getting caught were so huge! He started to smile. &#034I guess we can work something out.&#034 He moved in closer to me. Fortunately it was dark. I placed my hands on his sides and pulled him near. Then I slowly dropped to my knees. As I undid his zipper, the officer told me that I needed to return the car to the garage and tell my friend to take a cab. I nodded my head and continued my work. A few minutes later, I tasted salty fluid shooting into my mouth. This time I didn't even think twice about swallowing. I rezipped his pants and rose to my feet. &#034That was real nice. Now get home.&#034 He kissed me on the lips and pinched my nipple. Then he disappeared into his cruiser and left me to return the car to the garage. My escape attempt, like everything else I tried, turned into a humiliating defeat. With the wedding only three days away, I had become quite the master stripper. I'd watched almost ...
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