Free My Boyfriend's Daddy (Humiliation Cuckolding Erotica) by Kyra Keeley Page B

sure.”
    During this exchange, I sit in the back seat with my cheeks turning bright red, feeling like I’m literally melting from embarrassment. To think that a man of Mr. Warren’s knowledge and handsomeness finds me beautiful, not even just cute, is good news.
    Dean’s dad reluctantly leans his head to the side and places his hand haphazardly over top of his eyes.
    Dean’s rapt attention fluctuat es between the backseat and the highway, that he is sharing with just a few semi trucks.
    I lean back building suspense . Spreading my legs, I let my short skirt fall around my hips revealing my pink thong that hugs my young pussy before cascading into in a thin line that reveals my round ass pushed against the fabric of the seat. I make eye contact with Dean in the mirror, letting him know to keep his eyes on me. When I do this, he reaches down and charts the course of his erection. I reach a hand down my shirt. I grasps my more than a handful C cup and lift upwards while I pull my top down with the other hand. I massage my breast upward, ending by pulling my pink nipple. Closing my eyes, I do this a few more times and resist the urge to reach my hand down my panties and rub my dampening slit.
    This is the first time I’ve ever had my breast out in a public place, and it’s really a thrill. I would love to take my exposure a little further and let some of the weary passerby’s glimpse my young body.
    “ Fuuuccckkk,” Dean’s dad says, unable to resist, turning around and glancing at my exposed tit. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was over.”
    “Dad, you are such a cheater. I would have told when the coast was clear.”
    “Ah, I have to admit I’ve thought about seeing Mary’s breast more than once . . .okay . . . well every time she bent over this weekend I was looking down her top just waiting to see what I’m seeing right now, but hell, my imagination did not do them justice,” Dean’s dad admits.
    I don’t know why I don’t cover myself up. I guess I really like having Dean’s Dad staring at my chest. It feels so wrong because I have his full attention, while Dean can only steal glimpses.
    “Dude, you’re not even supposed to be looking. Those are fucking mine,” Dean lightheartedly snaps.
    With both of these guys looking , I can feel my whole body flushing and overwhelmed.
    Something comes over me forcing me to take things a little further. I reach my hand down my panties and start rubbing my moistening lips underneath the thin cotton. 
    Both men are enraptured. Dean’s dad turns almost completely around in his seat and Dean is trying to drive while taking in the back seat sights. With both of them looking at me, doing what I have only done in private a few times is a complete turn on.
    Finally , I feel a little embarrassed, I pull my hand up and decide that we have a long way to go and I need to pace myself. However, I do decide keep my long term boyfriend and his dad wide awake, so, I go ahead and undo the latch of my swimsuit top holding in my beautiful natural breast. I pull my top off exposing the mesmerizing heft of my chest.
    Torturing them both, again pulling my knees up to my chest, but not covering my breast I go back to crossword puzzles topless in the back seat.
    “I’m fucking wide awake now for sure,” Dean says.
    “Err, I second that,” Mr. Warren adds.
    Dean , trying to remain part of the temporarily interrupted show, turns on the overhead lights of the car letting the light shimmer across my white skin that shimmers with a golden hue from the weekend spent in the sun.
    Completely gushing at the thought of having my eighteen year old breast viewable to anyone that drives by , I pull at my tight panties that are glued to my wet pussy. Sitting in a mess of my inner warmth, I know before long something is going to have to be done about this.
    A couple hours in to the drive, we are still cloaked in darkness of the middle of the night. Dean’s dad and I are still wide awake,