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Barney
Summary
In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man.
After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies.
However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other.
Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise.
Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master.
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Chapter Fifteen
if you can meet this afternoon at the same place as before then call me for instructions if not dont call !!
When I received my next message from Ram within two weeks of our last encounter without need of a prompt, I began to think that maybe the young Indian was fond of me after all. I recalled how tenderly he had run his fingers through my hair as I had lain on the bed on top of him and how keen he seemed on having me dress up smart for him. But then I figured out, more realistically, that by this time, he was probably running short on groceries!
However, for whatever reason, not only had he contacted me again much sooner than in former times, but he had also given me his mobile number! This was a big step away from the almost paranoid anonymity that he had insisted on maintaining with me last year! I wondered if I should ring him to give him mine in return, as texting would make communication far easier than relying on the dating website. Today was a case in point as I had not received his message until it was too late.
Apologies Ram, I've been into town this morning and only just got your message. I can currently make any weekday lunchtime this week or next - if you could let me know which one suits you best in advance, I'd be very grateful.
Sorry to let you down as I enjoyed last time very much and was looking forward to seeing you again.
Alan xxx
But I put off giving him my number in return, at least for the time being, as I only had a pretty primitive mobile phone at the time which I didn't carry around with me as I still relied on my PC and landline as my primary means of communication.
As a result, I didn't receive Ram's reply until I checked my messages on the website the following morning:
1300hrs same rendezvous point as before have ready coffee...be in a grey/dark suit smart business socks and a white shirt
I was waiting for Ram in the passenger seat of my car just before 1pm at the same place I had dropped him off and was wearing the clothes he had specified. I guessed that some form of humiliation would be heading my way pretty promptly to underline the fact that, despite appearances, I was the sub and he was the master. I wasn't to be disappointed.
"Get your cock out!" Ram demanded as soon as he had settled into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition.
"Pull your seat forward and get yourself hard," he added, as we sped away from the kerb.
With my heart beating twenty to the dozen, I rushed to comply with his wishes and by the time we reached the lights at the junction with the busy main road my fly was wide open and I was frantically tugging away at my dick in an attempt to get it erect.
It was broad daylight, so I knew that as soon as we joined the main carriageway any tall vehicles pulling up alongside us would be able to catch a glimpse of what I was up to. So, as we drove along, I kept an eye out for trucks with a view to covering up my crotch should any come within viewing range.
But so anxious was I at being observed that even after beating my meat for a couple of minutes I still remained soft.
"Put your hands down by your sides!" Ram demanded, wanting to check up on progress. I reluctantly left my groin fully exposed and my cock promptly flopped limply down onto my thigh. Dissatisfied, he told me to wank harder.
I cupped my freshly shaved balls in the palm of one hand, wrapped my fingers tightly around the base of my shaft with the other and set about getting myself excited in earnest. The embarrassment I felt at wanking in public had already set my cheeks aflame but when I complied with the youngster's latest demand, the flush of sexual arousal added to my blushes, turning my previously pale features scarlet red.
Closing my eyes to stop me being distracted by the world outside, I diverted my thoughts away from the risks of public exposure to making sure that I kept my handsome young master happy through my unquestioning obedience. This was exactly the sort of humiliation that I had often dreamt about and I was determined not to spoil it now through my unjustified fears.
As the pleasurable sensations began to increase with each stroke, my inhibitions gradually faded and my cock firmed up nicely.
"That's better!" was Ram's comment after a second inspection revealed that his besuited companion was now sporting a full hard-on. He even awarded my cock and balls an affectionate little pat by way of reward.
Now clearly accustomed to driving my car, unlike on our first journey, Ram sped us around the North Circular at a breakneck pace, slowing down only for speed traps, red lights and backed-up traffic. As this was in marked contrast to what had gone before, I concluded that on our inaugural drive he had intended to impress me with his caution. Now he seemed hell bent on checking out how fast my modest Ford would go! So, yet another reason to keep my eyes closed!
But as our journey progressed, out of curiosity I opened them again and realised we were fast approaching the turn-off for Tesco. Would we be making a "pit stop" there again, as we had on our previous trip, I began to wonder and, if so, did I need to steel myself for us driving through an area teeming with pedestrians?
When we turned off at the supermarket exit ramp, I had my answer. As Ram sped into the car park, and completed a full circuit of its perimeter, I hastily hid my burgeoning erection beneath my cupped hands.
He eventually parked on its periphery facing the slip road in the same place he had before. Awaiting his next instructions with bated breath, I remained as I was, while he got out of the car, opened up the door behind him and took his empty holdall from the rear seat.
"I want you naked from the waist down when I return and make sure you lock the door behind me!" he directed before slamming the door shut and striding off toward the store.
At least he hadn't demanded the impossible this time round, I thought to myself, maybe he'd taken note of the worries I'd expressed in the account of our previous visit that I'd emailed to him?
Realising this time round, that I would probably have to wait a considerable time for Ram to return, I didn't rush to comply with his instructions. Instead, I listened to the radio for a while (the pop music station he had chosen) whilst I took a careful look around me.
After five minutes or so, with no cars parked close-by, abandoned shopping trolleys blocking the nearby bays and nobody looking my way, began I removing my clothes, starting with my shoes and socks. Then, a few minutes later, after taking a second look around to make sure the coast was still clear, I slid down my trousers and left them crumpled at my feet.
The weather was cold and showery and it soon started to rain heavily. I waited bare-assed, nervously glancing around me in case anyone came close enough to spot my naked nether regions - but as everyone was keen to avoid the rain, no one so much as glanced in my direction.
Left without any further task to carry out to please my master, I felt on-edge, my feet were getting cold and I was now dying for a pee. As yet more time elapsed, my dick shrank back as my previous excitement vanished completely and the endlessly repeated ads on the radio became a source of annoyance. So that despite me being stripped from the waist down in a public car park, I found it impossible to focus my thoughts sufficiently to get myself re-excited.
As I waited, the rain stopped and the sun came out again... then it clouded over and rained some more... still I waited.
Thankfully, on Ram's return, things soon began to hot up! As he sat down beside me in the driver's seat, he first demanded I show him my bare feet to confirm that I had fully complied with his instructions, then turned on the ignition and ordered me to get myself hard once again as soon as we hit the open road. When, increasingly desperate to take a piss, I remained unable to get myself hard, he told me to push my seat back so I could straighten out my legs and cross my ankles.
Although this helped me control my aching bladder and gain greater purchase on my dick to yank it harder, it also meant that my lower portions were now far more visible through the windows to passing van and lorry drivers and those driving off-road vehicles. The risk of me being observed increased fourfold when we began inching our way through the half-mile long tailback that regularly built up at the traffic lights on this particular stretch of the North Circular at this time of day.
Despite the increased danger of me being spotted by bored drivers as they passed us, paused and then repassed us in the inside lane, Ram's next move was to have me unbutton the front of my shirt while he made use of his freed-up hands to have a go wanking me off himself.
"Get it harder!" he demanded, hurriedly returning his hands to the steering wheel as a horn sounded from the vehicle behind us to prompt us to fill the six-foot gap that had opened up before us.
With only the bottom half of my shirt buttons unfastened, I eagerly obeyed, but this time kept my eyes wide open, anxiously checking out the expressions of nearby car drivers to see if they noticed anything was amiss.
As my excitement grew despite the many distractions, the car's heater began pushing out hot air into its interior, flushing my cheeks an even deeper shade of red. Add this to my rising and falling shoulders as I pulled on my shaft, and I thought it was pretty obvious to any driver who cared to look what was taking place just below their line of sight. But thankfully, regardless of what might be going on in the car next to them, impatient London drivers seemingly just didn't want to know!
Were it not for a whole series of vans and lorries drawing up alongside us and repeatedly freaking me out, I might easily have lost all control of myself and achieved orgasm there and then! Especially when Ram moved on to heighten my excitement still further by having me unbutton the top buttons of my shirt as well so he could gain access to my nipples. But no sooner had Ram begun tweaking one of them than the lights changed, prompting him to quickly put the car in gear and leave the neighbouring ones standing, as we headed-off for my home at breakneck speed!
Just when I thought my public humiliation had ended for the day, Ram pulled to a halt outside the newsagent's shop at the top of my road and abruptly got out of the car, abandoning me, stripped virtually naked and erect, in a location where my neighbours might easily walk past, recognise my car and peer in at the windows!
Taken by surprise, as soon as Ram was gone, I hastily lay my discarded trousers over my lap to hide my stiffy, which as a result of my full bladder, now refused to go down, and set about rebuttoning the front of my shirt in a panic.
But once I'd done this, it occurred to me I would almost certainly receive a dressing down from Ram for my disobedience should he return and find me dressed. So, after checking out who was around and seeing no familiar faces, I risked unfastening my shirt buttons again but left it at that.
Ram kept me waiting on tenterhooks for a further ten minutes as I witnessed him chat amiably with the South Asian newsagent through the shop's glass door, before abruptly leaving with a fashion magazine in one hand and a packet of fags in the other, only to then catch me unprepared.
"I didn't say you could put your clothes back on!" he complained as soon he sat back in the driver's seat and realised that I was almost fully dressed. He buckled up his seat belt but made no move to switch on the ignition until I slid my pants from my lap to reveal my cock once again.
"For that, you can take all of your clothes off before we set off!" he added, breaking the seal on the pack of cigarettes he'd just purchased, flipping open its lid and selecting one to slide between his lips.
"What yer waiting for?" he queried, when I hesitated, winding down the driver's side window fully to let out what little warmth remained inside the car before he lit it up.
"Get your ass in gear! I need coffee!" Ram demanded after parking in my drive and opening up his door, indifferent to whether anyone saw me cowering in the passenger seat, naked and erect.
As he let himself into the house with my keys, I slid down beneath window height and dressed as rapidly as I could in a reclining position, then dashed indoors praying none of the neighbours caught sight of me.
After taking a much-needed piss in the downstairs loo and a drink of water from the tap, to lubricate my gullet in preparation for what I knew lay ahead, I got down on my hands and knees and knocked tentatively on the bottom of the kitchen door. When I heard him tell me to come in, I pushed it open and padded across to the open French windows where he was sitting sucking on a cigarette and exhaling his smoke out into the garden.
As I lowered my head to kiss the tops of his trainers to show my gratitude for him fulfilling yet another of my long-standing humiliation fantasies, Ram grudgingly showed me some affection by patting me on the head. But the strokes he gave me were more akin to those one would absentmindedly award a pet cat or dog than a lover and, within seconds, he was shooing me across the room to prepare his drink.
What followed was a now familiar routine, in which I made and served him coffee, sucked his dick down on my knees while he drank it and, once he was refreshed and fully aroused, commenced mouth fucking me so enthusiastically that I gagged almost immediately.
However, this time round when I failed to accommodate his dick down my throat for more than a few seconds at a time, the youngster responded to my incompetence by following the precedent his mate had set during our last meet by awarding me a couple of slaps across the face and when that didn't do the trick, interspersed his slaps with gobs of spit directed at my eyes and open mouth!
Already in a submissive frame of mind, I accepted his blows and spital without protest, meekly fluttered my eyelids to keep it out of my eyes and swallowed his spit, before obediently resuming sucking his cock deep throat once more. Clearly getting off on it, the lad kept me guessing what was coming my way next, a slap, a gob of spit to my eyes or mouth, or his cock being rammed down my throat!
I was starting to think he would never tire of it when it seemed to occur to the youngster that, so far, he had made nothing of the smart clothes he had instructed me to wear for our meet - other than to have me remove them completely whilst he drove me along naked and demanded I wank-off on one of London's busiest roads!
"Now you're going to have to perform a striptease for me," he announced after emitting an exasperated sigh, hoisting me up from my knees by the ear and turfing me out onto the patio.
"Off you go! And make sure it's sexy!" he commanded, closing the door shut behind me to watch from the warmth of the kitchen and point his mobile at me to record my performance on its camera.
As I gingerly placed my feet on the gravel, I noticed the ground and furniture was already wet from the earlier rain, and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were again obscuring the sun and a further shower appeared imminent. Deciding I needed to hurry if I was to avoid my smart clothes getting soaked, I quickly chose a location not overlooked by the neighbours and commenced my strip.
Looking around for somewhere dry to deposit my jacket after removing it, and finding nowhere, the youngster provided a solution to my problem by re-opening the door and sticking out a hand. After whisking it away, he reminded me I was expected to dance as well as strip, leaving me struggling to recollect dance moves from my youthful disco-frequenting days. The task of stripping and dancing at the same time proved to be too much of a challenge for me and given I could already feel the first drops of rain landing on my head, I risked upsetting Ram by opting to strip first and dance later.
Fortunately, the lad seemed happy for me to remove my clothes without much more than the odd shake of my ass and stuck out his hand at regular intervals to relieve me of my clothes until they were all stowed indoors and I was left stranded outside in the increasingly heavy rain to perform my ballet.
The door opened again only for Ram to call out new instructions designed to sex-up my display and increase my humiliation still further. I was ordered to hold my arms held above my head and wiggle my hips around with whilst facing the open doorway, then turn around and stick out my ass and offer the former view to any eagle- eyed passengers sitting on the left-hand side of the upper deck of any buses that happened to pass by the end of the garden.
After watching me prance around red-faced with embarrassment for a minute or two more, the grinning youngster finally opened the door to announce he was off to use the loo, but that, by the time he returned, he expected my cock to be fully hard!
"Come here!" Ram smirked, after letting me back inside, draping a towel over my head that he'd purloined from the washroom and vigorously rubbing down my shivering body as though I were a wet dog, "We don't want you getting a chill now, do we!"
I had counted no less than three buses drive past the end of the garden as I stood naked on the patio, jerking on my cock and tweaking my nipples, in my efforts to re-arouse myself, one of which had passed at such a leisurely pace that I had actually made eye contact with one of the startled passengers on the upper deck!
"Take off my trainers and socks!" the lad demanded, sitting down in a chair and pressing my head down to his feet, once he had rubbed me dry, "No, best leave the socks, it's still a bit nippy in here!"
"Now my jeans and slip." he added once I had removed his footwear and placed it beneath his chair.
Elated at him once again revealing his body to me rather than insisting I wear a blindfold, when the order came to help him off with both his jacket and shirt, I eagerly complied, folded them neatly and hung them over the back of a dining chair.
After returning to my knees, as a reward for my obedience, the lad wrapped his arms around me and I was given a free-rein to worship him as unreservedly as I had on our last meet. As his passion grew in response to my own, he responded by holding my mouth up to each of his nipples for me to suck on in turn and then lifted up his arms for me to lick out his hairy pits. With a groan of satisfaction he slid my head relentlessly downwards over his chest and flat stomach until I reached his groin where I eagerly took his cock back into my mouth and willingly slid it down my throat to its fullest extent and held it there willingly until I had to take a breath.
With his excitement fast approaching its zenith, Ram rose from his chair and bid me to follow him out into the hallway. Thinking we were heading for the bedroom, I quickly gathered up the condoms and lube packs I had put out on the table for his use and as an afterthought, grabbed the roll of kitchen towel to take with me before trailing after him.
"Kneel head-down on the stairs with your arse up in the air!" Ram demanded, the moment I re-joined him.
After laying down the contents of my hands on the stair above me, I knelt down on the second step and rested my elbows and my head on the fourth one, so my ass was positioned at the perfect height for him to enter me. Once he had me positioned to his liking, Ram helped himself to the lube, coated a couple of his fingers and slid them in and out of my hole a few times before pulling on a condom and, to my relief, pausing to coat it with lube too.
Thus, I began performing my second dance of the day, eagerly pushing out my ass to meet his incoming shaft and letting out both moans of pleasure and the odd whimper of pain as Ram rested his hands on my shoulders and thrust inside me so deeply that my hole was stretched to the limit and my abdomen filled completely. Barely a couple of minutes later he reached his climax.
After carefully withdrawing his cock and cleaning himself up with the kitchen-roll I'd provided, for once, he did not order me to lie down on the floor to wank myself off. Instead, he stepped around me and, still dressed only in his socks, caught me by the hand and led me upstairs, leaving me free to ogle the rear of his slender brown body and the flexing of his buttocks as we clambered upwards. But he didn't stop when we passed the door of the bedroom, nor that of my home gym on the floor above. Instead, he surefootedly escorted me into the bathroom and directed me to lie down in the tub.
Realising I was about to experience a replay of the piss-play he and his mate had imposed on me months before, I lay down as directed by my master and began excitedly tugging on my dick as he pointed his, semi-hard cock down at me and opened up his bladder. The strength of the jet of urine he unleashed on my prone body confirmed he had clearly not used the loo ten minutes earlier as he had pretended, as the copious amounts of coffee I had served him since his arrival were recycled to humiliate me a second time.
At first, he directed his flow to my chest, but after warning me to close my eyes, directed it at my face and, when I went along with this, before his flow diminished, demanded that I open up my mouth! The lad was clearly determined to have his way whether I liked it or not, I reflected. Fortunately, this time round I found myself so excited by the humiliation involved that I obeyed him and yanked on my cock even faster.
Although I drew the line at swallowing the stuff and ejected it onto my chest as soon as my mouth was filled, as I brought to mind the other indignities the youngster had imposed on me that day - stripping completely naked in my car, being slapped across the face and spat upon and having to perform a striptease in my back garden - I quickly came!
After taking a quick shower, I re-joined Ram in the kitchen, where he had made himself another coffee and enjoyed another cigarette while he waited and then drove him back to the place where I had picked him up. Once again, we chatted in the car amiably about ourselves as though none of our previous deviant sexual activity had taken place!
Chapter Sixteen
Hi Sir
Thank you for leaving your track on my profile. I'm only available for fucking on Thursday and Friday but also available any day next week.
I await your instructions.
Alan xxx
thursday 1200hrs usual place you will have coffee prepared as per usual and the carousel out in your garden you will wear a fitted light-coloured top accompanied with shorts...white socks and sneakers confirm
Thank you for your message Sir. I will comply with your instructions and be ready waiting for you at 1pm on Thursday.
Alan xxx
The weather had been beautiful all week, with the temperature rising to the high-twenties centigrade, so it came as no surprise when Ram told me to prepare his coffee for him to drink outdoors and instructed me to dress in shorts for the first time.
Since I could no longer be sure our activities would be confined to the ground floor, I spent the morning cleaning the whole house in preparation for his visit, then had a quick shower, donned the clothes he'd specified I should wear and set off to meet him at the usual rendezvous point at noon. The traffic was much lighter than usual, so I got there far quicker than expected and ended up having to wait over twenty minutes for him to turn up.
But I knew better than to complain, and as he tuned the radio to a station of his choice and drove us back the way I'd come without saying a word, I kept my eyes down to the floor. As last time, there were no fun and games until we reached Tesco, where after parking the car in the same location as before, Ram instructed me to make sure that I had my shorts pulled down and my cock hard by the time he had completed his shopping.
Now knowing the latter would take him a quite a while, before complying with my master's wishes, I opened up the passenger window to let in the breeze and re-tuned the radio to a station more to my liking. As I waited, I witnessed various people come and go, but no one gave me so much as a second glance as they rushed toward the supermarket entrance or unloaded their trolleys into the backs of their cars after completing their weekly shop.
But after waiting for fifteen minutes or so, I grew bored with listening to the radio and turned it off, deciding I might as well spice-up the remainder of my wait by removing my shorts sooner rather than later. A few minutes later, I voluntarily removed my trainers and socks as well, so that my whole lower body was completely naked.
I was about to set about complying with Ram's other demand and, commence getting myself hard, when a car pulled up a short distance away and an Arabic-looking guy got out of the driver's seat to stretch his legs. As he made no move to go shopping and kept checking his mobile phone for messages, I guessed he was probably a mini-cab driver waiting for his fare to arrive.
Given he was just the sort of guy I go for, I was naturally unable to resist checking him out, especially since I was on the lookout for some inspiration, in addition to my public nudity, to help me get hard prior to Ram's return. Although quite short, the guy had a muscular build and was smartly dressed in a white sleeveless shirt which revealed tanned forearms coated with black hair and a prominent gold watch on an expandable metallic strap. On his lower portions he wore snugly fitting dark coloured slacks and had a pair of leather sandals on his bare feet. I guessed he must be in his early forties.
After concluding his services would not be required for a while, the driver slid his mobile into his shirt pocket and lit up a cigarette, which he then proceeded to smoke in the sunshine whilst slouching against the outside of his vehicle. Only when he gazed around to take in his surroundings did I get my first clear view of his face and realise how good looking he was.
With his head raised and his eyes trained on the horizon, he revealed a pleasing profile, with a straight nose and generous lips surrounded by a moustache and a chin coated with black stubble - all topped off by a shock of gleaming black curls. As these were all characteristics that I found irresistibly sexy in a man, when he turned to look in my direction, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from him before he spotted me.
When his head stopped abruptly to scrutinise me more closely, our eyes briefly met after which I swallowed hard and lowered my gaze to mark my submission, leaving him free to check out what little was visible of me through the open car window. However, when I next looked up, he appeared to have lost interest, as his back was turned toward me and he was once more surveying the horizon.
Still looking for inspiration to get myself hard before Ram's return, I used the opportunity to imagine the hairy brown buns that lay beneath the snug-fitting seat of his pants and as I did so began yanking on my dick.
Somehow divining he was being admired from behind, the cab-driver abruptly turned his head back in my direction and our eyes met for a second time. But this time I didn't avert my gaze and, with my heart pounding, risked returning his raised eyebrow with a tentative smile.
When I found myself rewarded with a knowing grin in response, I heaved a sigh of relief, but was taken aback when the guy immediately relocated to the side of his car facing me and, in between taking draws on his cigarette and exhaling the smoke, began surreptitiously rubbing his groin with his other hand.
With my eyes alternating between his handsome face and his swelling crotch, I upped the pace of my wanking as I contemplated what he might do if he ventured closer and discovered that my lower portions were completely bare and my cock rock-hard. Would he invite me to join him in the backseat of his much more spacious car or demand I open the driver's door of my own so he could sit in the vacant seat beside me? Given Ram's imminent arrival, how would I respond if he did either?
After taking a final drag from his cigarette, the cabdriver dropped what was left of it to the ground and stubbed it out with the sole of his sandal, then headed in my direction. I swallowed hard and stayed my hand as he drew so close to my car that his groin filled the whole of the open window, after which he stooped down to peer inside.
Upon discovering my nakedness and state of arousal, he let out a snort of laughter, after which, he draped himself over the roof of my car without saying a word so that his bulging crotch was protruding inside through the open window.
It didn't take a genius to guess what was expected of me, so crossing my fingers that my Indian master wouldn't return within the next few minutes, I hurriedly tore open the guy's fly and, in the darkness provided by his shadow, set about extracting his dick from his underwear.
Immediately, I noticed his crotch was shaved which served to magnify the dimensions of his thick, up-turned shaft, which despite the smell of urine and sweat coming from his groin as a result of his mornings labours, I immediately took into my mouth.
After licking away the glistening layer of pre-cum coating its circumcised head, I set about sucking him off with the enthusiasm of a sub into public sex who had never been invited to do such a thing in a carpark in the middle of the day before! Throwing caution to the wind, I added to my humiliation still further by easing my unbuttoned shirt off over my shoulders to render myself completely naked.
Making full use of the superior cock-sucking skills I had acquired as a result of Ram's tutelage, I soon had the guy thrusting his thighs forward to meet my mouth to achieve his orgasm. With only a split second to spare, I withdrew my mouth from his cock and was rewarded for by efforts by him shooting spurt after spurt of his spunk over my face!
By the time I had blindly opened the glove compartment and extracted a handful of tissues to wipe myself down with, the guy had zipped up his flies and disappeared from view. In panic, I hurriedly thrust my arms back into my crumpled shirt and commenced buttoning-up its front. Although sorely tempted, I resisted cumming myself at this juncture and instead focussed on wiping away the evidence of my infidelity before my master's return.
Glancing out the window for any sign of his arrival, I saw the cabby standing back beside his car as though nothing had happened, while I hurriedly attempted to expunge the blobs of his cum that had dribbled onto the collar of my shirt.
Ram returned a few minutes later and, after spotting the cab driver enjoying a celebratory post-coital cigarette while he continued to wait for the arrival of his fare, awarded him a friendly nod and a smile. After which he stashed his bag of groceries in the back of my car and opened up the driver's door to sit down beside me.
"Good lad!" he commended, after noting my naked lower portions, reaching across to award my stiff dick a couple of playful slaps before fastening up his seatbelt and starting up the engine.
If he knew what had inspired it, I doubted he would be so complimentary, I thought guiltily, as we drove past the cabby and he gave me a conspiratorial farewell wink.
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