Unexpected events pt 4

We continued driving.

It hadn't been too long, I didn’t think so anyway, but it all felt so surreal to me.
I wasn't sure how long I had even been in the car.

After hearing the driver's plans for me, that night, (and maybe longer, if I didn't 'perform' well enough) I realized I had to make the choice.
Get everything over as quickly as possible, or try to escape.
Weighing up the two options, I already knew, deep down my decision.
I would let them enjoy me, and hopefully I would be released unhurt, as soon at later tonight if the drivers word meant anything.
They (whoever they were) were no doubt going to do every possible act with me, while being filmed.

They also knew I had a history. I wonder how much they knew about me?

Probably enough to know that choosing the option to be their sex slave on film was one I would find easy to pick, rather than trying to escape, and invite there anger upon me.
Who knows what they were capable of ?
“Slide you finger inside yourself, for me sweetheart,” The driver suddenly said, “I want to taste you. That always get's me nice and hard.”

I did as he asked, pushing finger inside myself. I was a little wet, I knew.

When I was in sex industry before, years ago, I was in perpetual state of excitement.
I loved the time I was both an escort, and actress in films. I knew my own body and how it responded to certain things. Even against the wishes my head was telling me it didn't like.

My body had a mind of it's own.

I wondered if they knew these thing about me, my secrets only a few people ever really new.

One of these was being talked to sexually, explicitly, dirtily, before sex.
This is what he driver had been doing to me, since he picked me up.

I wondered if he was doing it, just because he was enjoying himself, or for other, more manipulative reasons. Had they prior knowledge about my...tastes, shall we say?

“Push it deep inside yourself sweetheart. When you lean forward and put that finger in my mouth, I want to feel you whole finger moist with your juice, OK?,”

“OK,” I said. I pushed it deep inside me. It felt good. I was definitely wet.
“Smell your finger and then lean forward, and let me taste you.” He said.
I did as he asked, and smelled my sex, inhaling my own smell as he instructed. I then leaned forward, my breasts exposed, and offered him my finger....

As he took the index finger into his mouth, I could feel his tongue running up and down, licking all my sex juices off it.

I was silent, leaning forward, waiting for him to say something.

“Good girl. Very Good. Now lean back sweetheart, make yourself comfortable, and open your legs wide for me, so I can look at you. Eat you with my eyes, while I'm driving.”

I leaned back, my breast already exposed, and lifted my skirt, so I could open my legs for him.
Did he also know this was one of the things that really turned me on?
Having men look at me, while I exposed myself to there stares?

I used to love going to the sex clubs with my boyfriend, and he would tie me to a frame, and strip me naked, leaving me wide open, for any one, man or woman, to come close to me, smell me, touch me (if he allowed it.)
I would be like that for hours.
I would get so turned on, my wetness would actually start running down my legs -for everyone to see.
As I open my legs wide for the driver to feast on my pussy, I found myself stroking my thighs, running my hands up and down.
I can't believe I was starting to be an almost willing, victim...

“Not long now sweetheart, and we will be there. And then the fun really starts...”

(images google search. not my own)