Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! Why Had She Agreed To This Stupid Bet?

Dammit, dammit, dammit! Why had she agreed to this stupid bet?

She sat in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s car, legs trembling and womanhood gushing as he drove on with a stupid grin on his lips. He was driving slowly since most of his attention was on her.

Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her legs were slightly spread, so her soaked panties were on full display. The pink bullet vibrator could be easily seen through her panties. It buzzed loudly as she was brought to orgasm over and over.

“Please, Brad,” she said. She tried to make it sound like a demand but it came out as a pleading whimper. “Can I take it out now? Please?”

“Sorry, babe.” He shook his head with a grin and glanced at an upcoming roadsign. “It’s still twenty miles to town. I thought you were serious when you said your perfect pink pussy could handle some dinky little toy for the whole drive? Don’t tell me you’re backing down?”

She never backed now. She always won and always got what she wanted. So she closed her legs tight together and tried to keep her brain from melting out of her ears.

“D-don’t count me out, yet, Brad! I can k-k-keep goING!” She doubled over and rested her sweating forehead on the dashboard. Her hips trembled and the wetspot beneath her grew bigger.

Brad, smirked, his hand on the vibrator’s remote. He had pushed it to the highest setting. “We’ll see, babe, we’ll see…”