“You’ve been a bit bratty this weekend. I think you need to show me some better behaviour.”

We were packing up to go home from our long weekend away, and those words made me tingle. I thought I knew what was coming next

“Take all your clothes off. I want you naked for the drive home.”

The first part of the drive was along remote roads, so the odds of coming across other cars was low. He could touch me, play with me, and tell me what to do as much as he liked. And I could suck his cock for him as he drove without the danger of being caught out.

As we left the property I was naked, and tingling with anticipation.

But he had other ideas. He kept looking across at me, at my naked body, but didn’t reach across to touch me at all. I was getting frustrated at the lack of touch, but this was his game. I knew better than to protest.

For 20km I was in agony. Why wasn’t he touching me? Was this my punishment for being bratty? A lack of touch?

As we got to the highway I reached behind to grab my clothes.

“What do you think you’re doing? Did I give you permission to get dressed? This game has just begun.”

As we turned on to the highway he reached across and gently cupped my breast. His finger circled my hardening nipple, before he took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched.

I moaned, whether in pleasure or pain I don’t know.

His fingers moved slowly down my stomach.

“Spread your legs.”

I complied immediately, and his fingers continued their exploration further down. Circling and fluttering across by clitoris. Teasing me. I could feel myself getting wetter. I moaned again.

“Get ready. You’re about to perform.”

It was then I started to understand the game. We were on the busiest trucking route in Australia. And I was naked, spreadeagled, and having my cunt played with. And moaning with pleasure.

As we drove up level with the cab of the first truck he slowed down, giving the driver a chance to look down and see the slut in the ute beside him. Putting on a performance.

No luck. He was intent on his driving mission. But there was another truck just ahead.

“You need to perform better this time. Attract his attention.”

I didn’t have to try. The fingers playing with my clit, teasing my cunt and arse, were enough to make me moan and writhe.

We drove up beside the second truck and slowed down next to the cab. This time the driver looked down, and saw me naked and spreadeagled, being played with, and moaning for more.

The word quickly spread through the truckies’ networks.

“Naked slut in the white ute. Putting on a show.”

Every truckie from that point on looked down.

But I was in agony. I was being brought to the point of orgasm again and again, and let down each time just before I came. I was dripping, and begging for release.

“Please. What are you doing to me? Please let me cum.”

“You’re my plaything. I’m playing with you. You cum when I say you can.”

For 100km along the busiest trucking route in Australia I was naked and teased. Fingers circled my clit and teased my cunt, then pulled back before I could cum. My breasts were stroked and hard nipples pinched. I moaned and begged, but he always stopped just before I reached orgasm.

We passed truckie after truckie who all enjoyed the show.

And then the game went the next step.

We pulled into a roadside truck stop.

There was one truck in there already. We pulled up behind the truck, where if the driver looked in his mirror he could see the ute behind.

“Take your seatbelt off, and stay where you are. Keep those legs spread.”

He got out of the car and walked around to my side. Opened the door, and knelt between my legs. His tongue on my clit made me scream.

“Not yet. You need an audience.”

As he said that the first truck pulled in behind us. We’d already passed him, so he knew what to expect. He pulled up behind us, got out of the cab and walked up to watch.

“Close your eyes, and keep them closed.”

I felt a tongue on my clit again. I moaned, and writhed. And again he pulled back.

I was in agony and dripping wet. I needed release.

Then I felt a tongue circling my nipple. And another one on my clit. I couldn’t help it. The orgasm started. But again he pulled back. I was almost crying with the frustration.

“You know a slut needs to be watched, and touched. You can wait until there’s more of an audience.”

I reached across to touch myself, but my hand was slapped away.

“Wait.”

It didn’t take long.

With my eyes closed I felt a tongue on my clit again, and another circling my nipple. Whose I don’t know, but they felt good. I moaned.

“Who else wants a taste?”

The tongue on my clit changed, but the teasing stayed the same.

“Don’t let her cum yet. I say when that can happen.”

I felt tongues and fingers all over my body. I writhed and moaned, and begged. I was dripping, but every time I was just about to cum they were called off.

“Thanks fellas. I’ll take it from here.”

I felt the familiar tongue and couldn’t help myself. As the orgasm hit I moaned and my body jerked. Wave after wave of pleasure made me shake. My cum was being licked up as it dripped from my cunt.

“Don’t open your eyes yet. Roll over.”

I rolled on to my stomach, still shaking from the release. My arse now on display and my cunt open wide.

“This is just for show fellas. No touching now. We might see you here again some time.”

I got a few quick, sharp slaps on my arse as the audience dissipated. I was allowed to sit back in the car, still naked but now almost completely sated, but still ready for what I knew what was coming when we got home.

And looking forward to the next road trip.