It was Sunday afternoon when he received a text that read, "I am sorry for disturbing you, Master, but are you busy? Doll."

He was not due to hear from her, so he replied: "Not really. What is it, Doll?"

She replied straight away, "I am so sorry for asking, Master, but as you know, I am on my way to a family christening. I have just realised I have left something I need in your car; I understand if you are busy, but I could really do with it."

"I am actually pretty close, so it is fine. Send me the address of the church, and I will message when I am there," he responded.

"Thank you so much, Master. I will do anything to repay you. Anything!"

"Yes, you will," he responded before setting off.

Ten minutes later, he pulled into the small brick wall-enclosed car park behind the little church and reversed the car into a space in the far corner under a tree.

He messaged her, and a few minutes later, she walked into the car park, her waist-length blonde hair flowing behind her as she walked towards him in a white dress that came to just below her knees. She climbed into the passenger seat.

“Thank you so much, Master. I have about 15 minutes till my family arrives; would you like me to start thanking you now?” she said with a cheeky smile, stroking his cock through his trousers. He looked around at the empty car park.

“Yes, I think you should, Doll,” he said, unzipping his tight black jeans.

She quickly tied her hair up, leaned over from the passenger seat and sucked his cock into her mouth.

He stroked his hand down her back and squeezed her ass as she circled her tongue around the head of his penis before sliding her red lips down the shaft.

She built up rhythm and speed over the next few minutes. He continued to stroke and squeeze her ass as he watched her head enthusiastically bounce up and down on his lap. When he felt her slow down a little, he spoke.

“Don’t you dare stop, Doll. I rather like the idea of sending you back into a church full of your family and friends with your throat full of my cum!”

She lifted her head briefly, her hand replacing her lips, wrapping around his stiff cock and pumping her hand up and down. “Yes, Master.”

She returned to her task with renewed vigour, her hand gripping the bottom of his cock while her lips and tongue hungrily worked on the top half. It did not take long for her to hear the familiar change in his breathing and feel his hand on the top of her head; she removed her hand and took him all the way into her mouth.

With the tip of his cock nestling in her throat as he finally exploded with a low moan, his hand holding her head in place as his cock twitched and she struggled for breath, finally he removed his hand, and she slowly withdrew, swallowing in a gulp and licking him clean as she slowly retreated down his length.

She sat up, making a show of licking her lips, checking her make-up in the vanity mirror on the sun visor and said, “Thank you, Master,” as she removed her ponytail and straightened her hair.

“Good girl,” he said, lighting a cigarette, taking a drag and hanging his hand out the window as he composed himself and his breathing slowed.

She retrieved what she had come for from the glove box and said with a smile, “Will there be anything else before I go, Master?”

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment before saying, “Yes, Doll, give me your panties.”

“But Master,” she began to protest in shock before he cut her off.

“Now, Doll.”

“Yes, Master, I am sorry, Master,” she said immediately.

He watched as she slid up the bottom of her dress, lifted and wiggled her ass out of the panties and slid them down her bare legs and over her heels before handing them to him.

“Good Girl, you can go now,” he said, folding the red lace panties and sliding them into his pocket. Realising she was not going to get them back, she took the cigarette from his hand, took a long drag and handed it back, kissing him on the cheek.

“Yes, Master, thank you again, Master.”

She left the car, and he watched her walk across the car park.

Halfway across, she stopped, turned and blew him a kiss, lifted the back of her dress to flash her now naked ass at him and skipped out of the exit.

As he turned the car out of the church car park and stopped at the lights, he nodded slightly as he caught her eye, standing, looking prim and proper with her family, her daughter now in her arms; she gave a tiny wave, and as he drove away, he saw her cheeks blush and wondered who she had said he was.

Around an hour later, he was relaxing at home and received a text.

“Thank you very much for earlier, Master. May I masturbate when I get home, please?”

He deliberately left the text on read till his phone pinged again.

“Please, Master.”

“Convince me why you should be allowed,” he replied.

There was a delay before she responded.

“Please, Master, I will do anything you want. I have been turned on since I left your car. Even without my panties on, I can feel how wet I am, and I can still taste you in my mouth. If I don’t cum soon, I think I will explode. Please, Master, have pity.”

“Now, or the answer is no, Doll.”

“But I am still at the pub with my family, Master; I won’t be home for another hour.”

“Now, or the answer is no, Doll. I mean it,” he sent again.

After another long pause, he received another message: “Yes, Master, thank you, Master.”

About twenty minutes later, she sent another message.

“I told my family I wasn’t feeling very well and went to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, closed the seat and sat on the toilet. I closed my eyes and thought about what happened in the car as I inserted two fingers deep into my pussy. I was still so wet, and it didn’t take long till I could feel I was close. I finished by playing with my clit and had to bite down on my purse to keep from crying out when I came, it was so intense. When I went back out, my mum asked if I was ok, as she said I looked really flushed.”

Then followed two pictures, both close-ups of her shaven pussy with her fingers deep inside. Followed by another message.

“I hope you liked the pictures. Thank you for letting me cum, Master.”

“You are not allowed to touch yourself again until we next meet. And if I have to tell you something twice again, I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for several days. Do you understand, Doll?” he replied.

“Yes, Master, it won’t happen again, Master. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Good Girl,” he replied.

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