HEADING HOME

HEADING HOME [part 9 of 17]
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

HEADING HOME

They were in Arkansas, driving west on the interstate in a black Lexus, going back home to Phoenix. Lorenzo had Julie dress in blue jeans and a green tank top and bought an expensive black wig for her to wear, it was long, halfway down her back. It probably wasn't necessary, but if anyone was looking for them they'd be looking for a girl with short red hair. As for himself he preferred to live dangerously, not changing his appearance at all. Besides, he really wasn't all that concerned, it was more the fun of having his sub change her look. The sun shone off her lush fake black mane and danced across her creamy collar bone as she read from her Anthropology book. Lorenzo could see she was fighting to stay awake.

"You're supposed to be reading not sleeping," he warned her. "If we were at home you'd be in school."

"It's just dull, Master. The class itself is good, but the book is boring."

"Read."

She did as she was told. Every so often he saw her look over at him with fearful eyes. No doubt his taking care of Shanda in front of her was more than she ever bargained for, but she was still here, hadn't tried to run away, and seemed to be content to stay with him. He knew she'd had a tough life. If she'd had an easy life she wouldn't need his scholarship. Still, killing a woman in front of her had been a risk, but thus far it was a risk well taken. His slave being afraid of him might just be advantageous.

"Julie, you may stop reading," he told her. "Open your jeans and play with yourself for me." She smiled, moved her seat back a bit and unsnapped her jeans, sliding a hand inside. In seconds she was whimpering in pleasure as her hand moved about inside her pants. "Don't stop until I tell you and ...of course....no cumming."

"Yes, Sir." Her eyes shut as her face squinted into concentration.

"You are afraid of me aren't you?"

"A little, Sir." Moaning a little louder.

"You have no need to fear me in that way, I'm a professional. Am I clear?"

"Yes.....Sir....."

"I own you, but I also treasure you. Believe me I will not hurt you other than as discipline as your Master. Rub faster."

"Oh god.....Master I'll cum if I rub faster."

"Faster." Lorenzo was checking out the cars behind him and then saw a semi truck pulling along Julie's side of the car.

Julie groaned in tortured pleasure as she rubbed her self faster. The trucker looked down and saw her. Lorenzo saw him and ordered her to smile at the trucker. She did so with gritted teeth, fighting her orgasm, as Lorenzo reached over and tweaked her nipples through her tank to get her headlights up and erect.

"Pull your pants down and masturbate, show him what a little whore you can be."

"No , Master, please......"

"You'll do it, or I'll motion him over and have you suck his cock!" Lorenzo had no patience for Julie's arguing. He continued to look at the cars behind him.

Julie slid her pants down and gave the grinning trucker a good view of her sex, her hand circling and rubbing the clit, her anguished moans filling the car. Lorenzo loved it. Julie was a sexy little thing entertaining both himself and the trucker....while a line of cares grew behind them waiting to pass them on the fast lane, some looked over but couldn't quite see what was happening from the driver side of the car.

"Smile at him, Julie."

"Please let me stop." She smiled up at the trucker.

"Show him your tits."

"Oooooooo please.......no."

"You say no again you're going to feel the belt." Julie lifted her tank to reveal her perky 34C's. Lorenzo reached over and slapped the nipples playfully. "I bet he's creaming his jeans. You look like you want to cum."

"Master please let me cum."

"Go ahead.....and blow the trucker a kiss." Julie screamed in relief as she shuddered over and over on the seat. She then blew the truck driver a kiss as Lorenzo sped off. "Good girl. I'm going to find us a motel so I can fuck you."

Lorenzo had another reason for wanting to get off the highway, but his slave didn't need to know that information. There was a nice, no-name motel slightly off the highway that was perfect. After checking in, Lorenzo stared out the office window but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe he was just being paranoid.

"Sir, everything okay?" Julie moved up and touched his arm. "You look so serious."

"Take the bags to the room and strip. When I get there I want you on your knees and your mouth open."

"As you wish, Sir." Julie lugged the bags out of the office and down the sidewalk to the room. Lorenzo caught a glimpse of the lady at the desk giving him a hateful glare.

"You got something to say, lady?" The woman just shook her head disdainfully and went about her business.

Waiting a few minutes, Lorenzo then strolled to the room and let himself in. Julie was kneeling in the center of the room, rubbing herself, her mouth open. The black hair almost made her look like someone else. It was erotic. He might get an assortment of wigs for her to wear when he wanted some spice.

"What did I tell you to do, Julie?"

She stared at him.

"You may shut your mouth and answer."

"Sir you told me to strip and kneel down, my mouth open."

"Did I tell you to play with MY pussy?"

Julie stammered, tears beginning to form as he took off his belt.

"Well?"

"No.....Sir."

"You never learn do you?"

"I...uh......oh Sir I'm just so hot for you......I love being yours..."

"Save it.....hold out your hands."

Julie shut her eyes and did as she was told. Tears seeped out of her squint as she apparently braced herself. Lorenzo made her wait, as he slowly took off his clothes, then folded his belt in half.

"You will say you're sorry after you feel the strike. Clear?"

Julie nodded. Lorenzo came down with a hard whip over the tops of her hands. The sound echoing in the small room.

"I'm sorry, Masterrrrrrrrrr," she cried.

"Turn your hands over, palms up."

Sniffling, she did as she was told and he struck her palms extremely hard, getting a loud cry as she again apologized.

"Hands behind your back and stick those tits out."

"Oh my God, Master please.....I'm sorry."

"Do it." She did, now sobbing. "Open your eyes." She opened them and looked up at him, blinking to get the tears out.

"We've been through this, Julie. You do not touch yourself unless I give you permission. My orders are to be followed."

Julie nodded furiously. "I know, I'm sorry."

Lorenzo whipped her across her tits , hitting both nipples and forcing her to bend away, screaming in pain.

"Kneel up straight, now, I'm going to fuck your mouth like a whore." Lorenzo dropped his belt and tilted her head, a hand tucked along the back of her neck, and started fucking her face. He plugged her nose to ensure her opening wide as he used her mouth for his pleasure. She gagged and fought for air while he continuously stuffed his meat into her gaping pie hole.

"Now you can rub that pussy you little bitch," he told her. He watched her bring a hand from behind her back to stroke her slit as she gagged and gurgled from his thrusts. Lorenzo pushed into her throat getting her to choke a gag over his throbbing shaft. He finally released her nose, and just slid back and forth slowly. "You want to suck my cock like a good girl now?"

Julie nodded and began moving her head back and forth, one hand rubbing herself while the other was behind her back.

"You may put your other hand on my hip for balance, because I'll be pissed off if you fall and hut my cock with your damn teeth."

Her hand rested gently on his hip as she began sucking him in earnest. Head bobbing quickly up and down over his manhood, her hand rubbing her lips and clit. The longer she went, the more she moaned, the vibrations over which made his cock jump with throbbing joy. She took him deep with a high pitched long squeal of a moan, her hand rubbing herself feverishly.

"That's my good girl. Mmmmmmm yeah let me see your fingers." Julie lifted them to show him dripping digits. "I think you're ready, get on your hands and knees." Panting for air, his slave obeyed and he dropped behind her. After rubbing his cock over her hole he shoved himself into her. "Like that?"

"God Yes, Master," she moaned.

Pushing her upper body to the floor, Lorenzo took her pussy hard with deep penetrating thrusts. "Tighten that pussy down," he ordered. "Make me feel like I'm fucking a virgin, not some passed around slut." He felt her clench over his cock and he really fucked her. Drilling her body with merciless abandon. Julie was crying a sustained guttural moan that had to be heard all over the little motel. He hoped the bitch at the desk could hear it.

Lorenzo moved his cock almost out of her before slamming himself into her body deep and hard. He did this repeatedly, getting louder and louder cries from his slave. It was then that he began adding sharp spanks to her ass along with the invasions of his drilling tool.

THWACK, THWACK....THRUST, THRUST....THWACK, THWACK...THRUST, THRUST.

"I want to see you, my little slave." Lorenzo pulled out of her saturated slit and flipped her over to her back, gripping her ankles up over his shoulders. His manhood again ferociously driving into her sex, making her welted tits bounce around. "Your tits might be bruised for a while, but eventually they'll return to normal."

"Ahhhhhh yes, Sir."

"Oh you're into this aren't you Julie, Baby?"

"Uh.....Huh....."

"Rub your clit while I drill your wet little hole." Julie reached down and began circling over her clit with three fingers, he occasionally felt her nails lightly scrape his cock as he pushed back and forth.

"Master, please let me cum. Please?"

"When you feel my cum inside you, you may cum with me," he told her as he fucked her faster, coming close to his explosion. "Put your fingers in your mouth now and suck them. Moan over them. I want to hear you give me a long and sustained mouthful moan." Driving into her still harder, Lorenzo watched Julie stuff her fingers into her mouth and suck them. She pumped her fingers back and forth and whined a high pitched moan, punctuated with tremors from the pounding he was giving her.

"Keep those fingers.....in.....your.....mouth...." Lorenzo pumped his hot jizz deep into his slave's gooey, drenched hole. Taking her as he pumped his load, he felt her body writhe and grind over his cock. Julie covered him with nectar and screamed over her own fingers.

Later they showered together, Julie washing her body as Lorenzo watched and then washing his body. Once both were clean, she got out of the shower and dried herself while Lorenzo waited in the warmth of the water, once she had his towel ready, he stepped out and she dried him head to toe. After a long day of driving and fucking, they were ready for bed. There was another day of driving ahead.

"Master?" Julie was laying next to Lorenzo, her head on his chest. Once again she was his little redhead.

"Yes?" He stroked her hair.

"You would never....eh......"

"Never what?"

"Kill me, would you?'

"Look at me," he told her. Julie turned and rested her chin on his chest, looking at him with apprehensive emerald eyes. He touched the side of her face. "I'm a professional and for the most part the people I kill are they themselves killers or extremely bad human beings." Julie nodded. "I will not kill you, unless I find I can't trust you. That means you talking about what I do. If you disobey as my slave, you needn't worry about me killing you, just what type of punishment you're going to receive. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Believe me, I'm protected," he told her. "I did this to instill a mutual trust between us." He also did it to instill fear inside her, but he didn't tell her that. "You do know I trust you, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir and I'll never betray your trust."

"Good. Very good. I hope we're clear on this now."

Julie kissed his chest.

"Julie, I want to sleep with my cock in your mouth tonight. Slide down." Julie obeyed, he shut his eyes as he felt her warm lips and tongue slide over his flaccid cock. Stroking her hair, he drifted toward sleep.

The next day in the car, Lorenzo told Julie homework was mandatory and she did her reading dutifully. Meanwhile, he was looking in his rearview mirror. The pale blue Chrysler 3000 was there. It had been there in the line of cars passing them when he used the trucker's voyeurism as a test. It was the one car that didn't pass. Now it was back there again.

They were being followed.

TJC