A Day Driving in the Country

"Eat it," Jebb ordered. I did as I was told. "Now get your sluty little ass back to your car. We have your phone number, be ready when we call." I started walking away. "If you don't already have one, and I'm betting you do, get yourself a sexy short mini dress," he yelled.

I had a mile to walk back to my car in my 5 inch pumps. I could have taken them off and walked barefoot on the dirt road. It would have been painful, but at least not humiliating. However, by now I was an honest to goodness cross dressing slut, with the taste of cum in my mouth and I liked walking down the road in my pumps. A car came around the corner towards me, it was an older couple. They slowed and by the look they gave me, I could tell they did not approve. I remembered that I still had Jebb's cum glazing on my face. "How could I have forgotten that," I thought.

About halfway back, another car came towards me, I didn't care. It came to a stop next to me; it was full of guys and girls, about eighteen years old I estimated.

"What the fuck is that?" I heard one of the guys say.

"It's a fucking guy wearing women's shoes!" A girl said. "And it looks like he has cum all over his face, gross!"

"You fucking faggot!" someone yelled as they sped off.

It didn't bother me in the least, in fact it made me notice my growing hard on. I happily skipped down the road towards my car. Cock in my hand, jerking off, just like Officer Jebb said I'd be doing. Thinking about what the Highway Patrol had in store for me, I remembered something about a poker game. "Poke her game," I laughed out loud.