Part 1: By van

They had spent the night at his place. That way he could insist that she got the train to work rather than drive. He refused to tell her why though. But he did confiscate her car keys just to make sure.

He met her outside the office after work and led her to a Transit van. The sort used for delivering parcels. No windows in the sides or back doors.

"Get in the back," he told her. "And strip."

He had hung a hammock from the roof. He helped her into it. He cuffed her wrists together and secured them above her head. Her legs were spread wide and tied to the sides of the van. She felt as if she was floating in mid air.

The hammock was at just the right height for him to stand astride her while she licked and sucked him. This time he didn't fuck her mouth. He rubbed his cock back and forth across her breasts until he came over her body.

He had to gag her. There were people walking past only feet away. He knew that would excite her. But he didn't want to attract too much attention. It might be a bit difficult to explain to a passing policeman. He knelt between her legs. She was so wet his hand slid deep into her effortlessly. He rocked forward and back slightly setting the hammock swinging like a pendulum. The movement made his hand shift inside her. Which made her wriggle. Which made the hammock move again. Which... It was amazing. He knelt there watching her fuck herself on him. He used a finger of his other hand to flick her clit. She bucked her hips frantically. Which made the hammock move even more... He'd mounted his video camera overhead to record it all. He wanted them to have a permanent record of her most stupendous orgasm ever.

Eventually, he removed his hand. He replaced it with their remote-control vibrator. He'd found a site that did a remote-control butterfly too. He taped that into place and then removed her gag. Once they got moving the sound of the engine would muffle whatever noise she made. He didn't care how long it took to drive back to Essex. Whenever he was stopped at a set of traffic lights he would flick the remote controls on or off. And changing lanes or potholes in the road set the hammock swinging and her moaning.

When they eventually arrived he couldn't resist. He just had to fuck her before he untied her.

Part 2

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