Ellen probably shouldn’t have dressed like a cocktease for her driver’s licence test. But she thought that wearing her school uniform – without a bra, and with the blouse tied off loosely under her tits – might convince the driving instructor who would administer her test to overlook a few small mistakes.
It certainly got his attention. When she got into the driver’s seat of the car, she realised he was staring openly at her tits, and his cock was tenting the seat of her pants.
She blushed, and looked away – and under the instructor’s direction she started the test.
But even as she drove, she could see that the instructor wasn’t looking at the road. He was still staring at her boobs. With every moment that passed, Ellen’s blush got deeper – and she found that her pussy was becoming wetter. She wasn’t used to being quite so objectified, especially by an older man who held power over her – and it seemed like her body liked it.
Between the embarrassment and the arousal, Ellen completely failed to concentrate on her driving. She made not just a few small mistakes, but many large ones, and she almost caused a serious accident by driving through a red light at full speed.
At the end – and without ever taking his eyes off her tits – the instructor failed her.
“But that’s ridiculous!” Ellen complained, pouting prettily. “I was just distracted because you keep staring at my tits. It’s not fair! I can do this easily!”
“Are you sure?” asked the instructor. “It’s my experience that brats who dress like you aren’t often very smart. Maybe you need another year of supervised practice.”
This idea was intolerable to Ellen. Her father had promised to buy her a car if she passed her test. She wanted her independence – and her car – *now*.
“Give me another chance,” said Ellen. “You can even make it harder – provided you don’t stare at my tits while I’m trying to drive.”
“I was only staring at your breasts because you were so keen to draw my attention to them,” said the instructor, “and because you were forcing me to try and imagine what the concealed portions look like. How about you take off that top and satisfy my curiosity – and then we’ll see whether you can complete the test while topless.”
“But… people will see me…” protested Ellen, blushing again.
“Or I can just fail you,” the instructor reminded her.
Blushing, Ellen complied. She untied her school shirt and pulled it apart, exposing her oversized tits to the instructor’s gaze. She tried to pretend that she wasn’t topless, in a car, in public, with a man whose name she didn’t even know.
“And you said I could make it harder,” said the instructor. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” murmured Ellen, nervously.
The instructor produced a pair of clothespegs from a pocket. “How about topless.. and in pain?” he asked her.
The long minute where she considered was delicious; her small nod when she decided was erotic. She watched with her mouth open, making little gasps as he reached forward to touch her fuckmelons. Her little moans as he clamped each of the pegs to her whorish nipples made the instructor’s cock twitch in his pants.
She would pass the test this time, she knew. She just had to concentrate. And pretend that every driver on the road couldn’t just look in the window to see her naked sex-melons, her nipples decorated with painful clothespeg clamps.
She would succeed.
But even if she didn’t, she thought she might have one final chance – providing she was willing to demonstrate her ability to straddle her instructor in the passenger seat, and fit that cock of his into her dripping wet virginal pussy…
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