Forced into exposure

I know I posted a while back that Greg was taking me out for a weekend... this is a poor attempt at reporting part of what went on. I Just don't have the mental energy to write everything down.

In my experiences with Greg and Company, its usually the same group of 8 or so guys, and I haven't really seen any new faces in the past 6 months or so. It's also always been in restricted areas/no one around/controlled environment. Often when I'm already restrained or bound or something...it happens to me, if that makes sense.

So when Greg took me out, I started out via his instructions to wear a pretty sundress. We had a bit of a road trip (several hours) and he ended up having me strip and stay with my legs spread, feet on the dash as he played with me and drove. I know you'll ask, and yes, he stayed at a certain speed so truckers and other drivers could see me.

We stopped around 11:30 at night to fuel up and get some coffee, continue driving. I got my dress back on, Greg fueled the car, then pulled closer to the building and we went in to use the bathroom/get snacks/etc.

Oh, the chance to pee!

The station was fairly well lit, clean, maybe one other guy in there and the cashier. Very mellow for the time of night. As I was leaving the restroom, Greg was there at the door and blocked me from leaving. He slid in and started kissing and feeling me up, sliding a hand under my dress and trying to play with me some more. We made out a little, and he spun me around and had me put my hands on the wall as he ground (grinded?) himself on me and kept pulling my dress up and touching me everywhere. I felt him adjust his belt and knew he was going to take me there as he pulled on my dress some more and pulled it off me over my head.

As he fondled my breasts and kissed my neck, he put $10.00 on the window sill in front of me, and let me know that I needed to pay for coffee before I got back to the car, and then just turned and left.

With my dress.

So, I'm in sandals, otherwise nude, wet pussy, pinch and hand marks all over me, way too turned on, and now I have to get out and talk to the cashier before I do.

I think I stayed in the restroom 10 or 20 min. I peeked out of the door a few times, and kept seeing 1 or 2 other customers in the shop. I considered trying to get out the windows (didn't open), finding some crappy gas station clothing to get into (nope, just snack foods and charging devices type of store.) I finally did end up walking out, under the glare of the lights...

I could feel my face flame bright red, and I could feel my nipples be so, so hard and I walked towards the cashier...I held out the 10 and said I was getting two coffees.

The cashier had eyes on me the entire time. Somewhere in his 20s, I guess, not fat/gross/oily, but kinda cute. He was blushing and grinning and said sure, but he had something for me first, and handed me a note.

It was from Greg, and it told me I was a very good slut. That's all, no instructions or anything else.

I finally shook myself and tried to pay for the coffees again, and the cashier just shook his head and told me I could go. I scampered out as quickly as I could, only to find that Greg was gone.

He actually pulled out of the spot and was by the entrance to the gas station, which made me have to cross the parking lot over to him before I could get in the car.

When I finally got in I was shaking and almost crying I was such a wreck. Greg drove off, reached over and grabbed my hair and forced me down and had me suck him as he drove. It wasn't until he came that he let me up and gave me my coffee.

He told me that he had checked with the cashier beforehand, and thought that I'd be a nice treat for him. He made me tell him all the details, and told me that next time, he'd either make it worse if I took so long, or he'd leave instructions for me to service the cashier and not leave me any cash to pay. I know I was crying and apologizing for taking so long, and was really turned on and really embarrassed, and couldn't quite figure out if I was hoping that he'd make me fuck someone, or hoping that he wouldn't.

Again, sorry for not the best writing, but that's what I can manage right now.