My Slutty Teen Slave Part 3

I awoke, groggy and unfocused. I sat up slowly, causing Jessica to move in her sleep. A small smile played across her lips.

Turning to look at the clock, I cursed under my breath. It was already 6:28. There was still so much for us to do. My feet sank into the carpet as I crossed the room. I pulled on my pants as I stepped out into the hallway. I had a call to make before the festivities could begin. I could already feel my cock getting hard in my pants as I thought about what I would do to my little slut.



I entered her parent’s bedroom again, having prepared everything for tonight. I sat down next to Jessica’s sleeping form, and my hand started to stroke her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open.

She smiled at me. “How are you doing, sir?” she asked.

“I’m doing well.” I replied. “I mean, I have a teenage slut who’s doing everything I ask of her, so I can’t be doing that badly!”

She smiled again, reaching out her hand to touch mine. We sat in silence for a minute.

“What are we going to do tonight?” she asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I said, winking at her. “Now, it’s time to get dressed. I have your outfit on your bed. I have everything else taken care of. I want to see you downstairs in twenty minutes. You can clean yourself up, but make it quick.”

I left the room, and sat down to wait for twenty minutes for my little teen slave. I already had my bag of toys on the couch, ready for the night.



The clock read 7:14 as I heard footsteps from the upper landing. I had changed clothes, wearing a button down shirt with khaki pants. I turned my head to see Jessica, wearing the knee-length red dress I had picked out for her. There was a steep neckline that emphasized her breasts; it was just modest enough for what I had planned.

She reached the landing, her 4 inch heels clicking on the tile. She walked up to me, putting her ruby-red lips near my ear.

“Sir, you didn’t leave out any panties. So I’m not wearing any.”

My hand slowly slid up her thigh. She smiled at me as I reached under her dress. My fingers started to rub her pussy in little circles. It was already wet.

“Now,” I said, withdrawing my hand. “It’s time for us to go. We don’t want to be late for our dinner reservation.”

We both climbed into my car, and I turned on the engine. I looked over at the beautiful slut who was beside me.

“I want you to pull your dress all the way up. I want to see your pussy.”

Jessica gave me a coy smile as she did what I asked.

“Now, put your feet on the dashboard, spread your legs, and rub your pussy until we get there,” I commanded. I reversed the car and started to drive away.

Jessica did what I asked, but she turned to me, saying “But what if people see me, sir?”

I put my hand on her inner thigh. I could already see her fingers moving in small circles on her teen pussy.

“That’s what I’m hoping for, my little slut.”



The drive went fairly smoothly.