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In a Mercedes
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In a Mercedes Veronica was depressed. Nothing that unusual, for she was often depressed, some would say she was always depressed. But this was different; it was not of the usual topics that was depressing her. It wasn't her lank, mousy hair, her droopy 36 D tits, her sturdy thighs or big ass. It wasn't the fact that she couldn't find a real boyfriend and that she had a series of short-term relationships, usually ending with them ditching her. It wasn't even the fact that Johnny her roommate had g away, although she would willingly have ratched the eyes out of the rawny, flat-chested friend he'd g on a weekend trip with. It was, oddly enough, because she had landed a part. Veronica had slept with or, had given blow jobs to most of the TV production companies in Nashville casting directors, the male s that is; the female s hadn't wanted blow jobs. And to a large extent that had got her nowhere. Sure a few bits and pieces here and there, the odd in out of the way reps, walk on parts in TV commercials and several non-speaking extra parts in TV films and some soaps. But in the main her "self-promotion" hadn't met with much success. Then out of the blue a part, a real part, a speaking part, in a soap opera. She had to tell James. James was kind of an odd guy. He was probably married, but refused to talk about his personal life, so Veronica wasn't sure. She didn't actually care, though she pretended to, for his sake. Veronica had been seeing James for a couple of after meeting him at an acting workshop he gave. He captivated her with his mature, thespian looks and assured, confident manner and he fucked her behind the stage with his long, thick dick, less than an hour after they had met. He was actually quite a good fuck when sober, which he was on rare occasions. When drunk he wasn't actually that good fuck, she often thought and, going further, sometimes felt he wasn't that interested in penetrative sex. Often, especially in the early days when they saw each frequently, he would lick or finger her to a climax then have her suck him off or he would cum on her big juicy tits. He liked that, but then so did she. Slowly, though, their experiences got weirder or more adventurous dependent on your viewpoint. Adventurous, if you think him making her cum in restaurants and weird, if you feel that him making her pick up a guy in a bar and giving him a blow job as James watched. With sex, Veronica had come to understand 'you s your and you takes your choice;' it was all part of being an actress, well a fairly unsuccessful at least. So she had taken her choice with him and that's why she had dressed up as a hoolgirl, bent over when he told her to, let him roll her short skirt up and pull her full white panties down and then squirmed, moaned, cried out and finally cum as he spanked her ass. She had paid her when he tied her up and ran feathers over her until she nearly, but not quite, climaxed. Then he had jacked off on her tits and had left her there sticky and smelling as he went out to dinner. It took her almost an hour to untie herself. There had been many other incidents similar to these. Incidents that many, most really, women would hate, but which for some reason did a lot for Veronica. She was, she had concluded a clear submissive with a very high need to be abused and demeaned. So she pulled the pale green and white, silky dress out from the back of her wardrobe. It was a simple dress. V necked, buttons all the way down the front, inches above the knee, pulled in, tightly at the waist and flowing nicely over the flair of the hips and ass. Well that was the theory and how it used to be, Veronica thought looking at herself in the mirror in the hall. Her tits were spilling out of it and her<b> cleavage </font></b>looked like a deep crevice that a man could lose his face in. The material molded itself round each breast riding over her, always, pronounced nipples, but which now were so evident, and yes of course, she said to herself, were hardening as she looked at herself. Fucking exhibitionist as well, she smiled, cupping her tits and running her hands over them. She knew she would jack off before this fitting was over. Her ass didn't look too bad, big sure, but a good shape; it was her stomach that was the problem. That bulged, damn it, she thought, wishing she had stayed on that diet, but then realized she would have not got the part if she hadn't been a slightly plump girl going to seed would she? So she said out loud. "Fuck it" took the dress off and masturbated looking at herself in the mirror. As it happened, and Veronica was completely aware of this, James liked bigger women. He had shown her some photos of what he termed BBWs. Compared to them Veronica was a mere wisp of a woman. Yes she was fucking sexy. She knew how to carry her curves and flaunt what she had. And above all else she had great tits and fantastic nipples. She was on her way to his apartment by bus wearing a light coat over the dress when she got a on her mobile. "I want you to go to the Crown Club in Jackson Hill," James said, not introducing himself, saying hello or goodbye. A short time later she walked into the bar. It was crowded, but then it was a Friday night. She couldn't see him so went to the bar and ordered a vodka and water. Although she was a ballsy girl and used to being single, she was always a little embarrassed in bars. After all they are good pick up joints and you sometimes found working girls inside. Veronica didn't like being mistaken for , which she had been several times. "Where the hell is that asshole?" she asked herself looking around, sipping her drink and feeling the warmth of the bar getting to her. She wished she hadn't worn the coat, but then she had to because the dress was so tight, she couldn't possibly take it off. Nothing happened for ten minutes or so, apart from her finishing her drink, having guys offer to buy her , another couple making eyes at her and her becoming hotter and hotter. Her ph rang. "Warm are you?" James asked. "Fucking boiling, where are you?" "I told you to just wear the dress." "I am." "No you aren't." Veronica lowered her voice as much as she could and still felt he would hear her over the noise in the bar. "I am, I'm not wearing panties or a bra." "You've got a fucking coat on," he said. "Yes well I have to." "No you don't." "Yes I do James." "I told you that you don't, so you don't." "Don't what?" "Don’t wear the fucking coat. Take it off" "I can't." "You can and you will, now do as you are told and take the fucking thing off." "Please James, no." "Take it off." "I really can't" "OK, just open it then." "Where are you?" "Mind your own business and do as I tell you." "Let me go outside?" "No stay there and now undo that fucking coat, you are getting on my nerves." Veronica's fingers were trembling as she undid the top buttons. "Mmm nice<b> cleavage.</font></b>" He said from the ph. She looked around. "Where the hell are you?" "Mind your own business, now undo some more buttons." Looking around Veronica saw that a few guys were looking at her. Was it the actress in her or the actor she wanted to be in her? Was it her outgoing theatrical nature or her sexually induced exhibitionism? She didn't know, but suddenly her strongest feelings were not shyness, fear, apprehension and embarrassment, but excitement, arousal and sheer fucking horss. She undid all the buttons. She stood facing the bar and occasionally side on, she couldn't bring herself to turn her back to it and face her audience full on. "That's better, that's nice," he said. "See their eyes Veronica, see them looking? Like that do you? Like all these guys looking at your big tits and fat gut? Do you like that?" "Yes, yes James I do like it." "You like them imagining you with that dress off don't you?" "Yes I do." "Imagining them seeing you naked, your huge tits hanging down and your belly sticking out." "Yes." "You know most of them think you're a don't you?" "No, I don't" "Well they do and they want to fuck you." "Oh James don't please. Stop it" "Don't tell me what to do Veronica. This is my game and you are going to or get the fuck out." "Sorry James, I shouldn't have said that." "No you shouldn't, right, so undo the rest of the coat, turn your back to the bar and let your audience see you, all of you now." Suddenly it didn't seem impossible, embarrassing or awkward, now it was the obvious thing to do and she wanted to do it. With the ph cradled between her neck and shoulder, still facing the bar, Veronica as surreptitiously as possible slipped the remaining buttons und. She glanced down just to make sure that the pressure on the buttons from the ridiculous tightness of the green and white dress hadn't popped any and then slowly turned round. The looks on the men's' faces as they stared at her made her feel fantastic. It also made her feel cheap, sluttish, demeaned and abused, and she fucking well-loved that. She leaned back against the bar and slowly lifted her glass towards her mouth, very aware that would stretch the dress even more, making it gape further and show more of her skin. It was then that she saw James walking towards her. He strode right up to her, grabbed by her arm and started pulling her towards the door. Veronica managed to put her glass on the bar before he hauled her off towards the door saying loud enough for many of the people in the bar to hear. "Come on you slut! I have told you time and time again not to flash your big tits in public." Outside, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. "That was awesome Veronica, you were great," he whispered cupping of her boobs as his tongue slid into her mouth. It was moments like that, which made the abuse and degradation so satisfying, at least to Veronica. James was a man that women found attractive. Tall and well-built with a surprisingly athletic figure considering he did no sport, did not work out and drank and smoked far too much, he had a mane of blonde hair that was just starting to lose the battle with greyness. Distinguished was the term women used to deribe both him and his hair. He was also rather rich. A lucky break had made his first fortune from a surprising global TV hit show and a good investment his second just before the dotcom crash. In many ways the feature of him that was attractive to a certain type of woman, was his arrogance and total disdain. It was as if he had no interest in them whatsoever, which as people he, of course, didn't. It was purely a body to torment, a mind to manipulate and a pussy to occasionally fuck that he saw in a woman. He liked Veronica though. She liked being dominated and humiliated, having her fat ass spanked and being insulted, abused and degraded in front of others. She also had no apparent morals, nice big tits and a loose pussy that she was willing to open for any he suggested and an ass as an alternative if the fancy took him. Just what he liked. "Where we going?" Veronica asked when James walked towards a car in the bar car park "For a drive," he replied opening the door of the large Mercedes. "I didn't know you had a car." "I don't, I rented it." "Nice, but why?" "You'll see, now get in, shut up, undo that dress and get your tits out." She got in and lay back on the big front seat, which James had reclined so she wa laying almost flat. He got in the other side. "I said get your tits out." "Where are we going?" "You'll see, but you won't unless you get your tits out, for I'm not moving until you do. It is dark Veronica and you know how much you flashing your tits excite me." James leaned across and started undoing the buttons on her dress. He went on. "And you know how showing them off turns you on, like in the bar earlier." It was actually a bit of a relief for Veronica when the buttons were und as it reduced the pressure from the overly tight dress. It was also quite nice to have James being fairly tender and gentle towards her as by , he undid the buttons down to her waist. He leaned further across and kissed her. Veronica opened her mouth immediately and eagerly, she so liked to please him. It felt good as his hand slid into the dress and cupped her right breast; he squeezed and pinched the nipple, which immediately came alive. He repeated that with her other breast and then peeled the dress away. Her tits, he thought moving back and staring at them, actually looked rather good. Her position on the seat bent backwards slightly, from the waist, meant they didn't flop and sag, the dress gave them a little support and her enflamed nipples stood out very clearly. He bent over, he licked each nipple, he slid his hand up her skirt, he pressed on her thigh ordering her to open them, she did, he shoved his finger against her lips, he took a nipple in his mouth and then in movement, almost, he shoved fingers right up her pussy and bit hard on her nipple. "Ouch, fuckin hell James, that hurt," she grunted, forgetting the southern, accent she tried to maintain with the well-spoken actor. "Then slut, next time, do as you are told when I tell you to do it, ok?" "Yes James," she said meekly. It was a strange journey for both of them, particularly for Veronica. Sitting slightly reclined on the front seat of a big Mercedes with her dress und and her tits bare was a new experience for her and for James come to that. What was probably the most surprising thing, as far as Veronica was concerned, was that only twice did she catch the eye of some who had seen her above the waist, near-nakedness. The looks on their faces were, firstly astonishment and then sheer lust; she liked that. Despite few people obviously seeing her, it was still a highly erotic car trip for both of them, so much so that James got a hard on driving and glancing across at his slag, as he thought of her. Having d the cruising thing, James steered the Mercedes along the busy Veterans Boulevard in the direction of Madison and the cemetery where so many veterans were buried, Veronica reed for some strange reason. They went past the main entrance, alongside the huge cemetery with the marble angels and other statues, and down a quiet lane to side. He did a few lefts and rights and they entered a wooded area. She had, she suddenly realized almost totally forgotten that her dress was unbuttd to the waist and that her breasts were bare. James slowed the car obviously looking for somewhere. "What are you looking for?" Veronica asked. "There should be a fucking parking lot around here." Veronica's heart leaped, "He's going to fuck me in the car, how sexy and, for him romantic," she thought. "There it is," Veronica said pointing out of the window on her side. "I thought it was on my side." "Perhaps we came from a different direction," she offered as they pulled into it. She was surprised to see several cars parked round the perimeter. She was even more surprised to see that some had their internal lights on, some were flashing their headlights and that others had windows open. What was even more surprising was that as James slowly steered the car towards an opening where they could park, she saw quite a few people walking around in the car park, they were walking from car to car, looking in, standing staring and waiting. He stopped the car in a vacant slot with about ten or twelve feet either side of the Mercedes from the other cars. James cut the engine and Veronica was immediately hit by the quietness. She looked at him thinking, what the hell's going on and what the fuck is going to happen now? She hoped that he was going to fuck her, but worried about the number of other cars and the people wandering around. Taking sex risks in places where there was chance of getting caught was thing, actually getting caught, as seemed highly likely here, was quite another, particularly to an aspiring acting star. "Ok, undo the rest of the buttons," he said, turning and looking at her as he unzipped his pants.  As she undressed the crowd began to gather around the Mercedes looking into the windows. Veronica’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. She reached over to James’ big hard penis and popped it into her mouth. Then she looked up and saw people with cell phs out recording her, while James ran his hand behind her ass and slipped fingers inside her. The first of amazing orgasms began as she squirted all over the seat of the Mercedes. 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2/16/2018 9:20 am |
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