I suck the sadist's mental cock as motorcade delays blowjob

He was stuck in front of the White House.
He was on his way to get his cock sucked
and he was stuck in front of the White House.

We get that here in DC.
Motorcades and helicopters,
police escorts and unexpected traffic.

I hear about a speech in the Rose Garden and I can feel it happening, 9 miles down the road. The reporter comments on the weather but I already know what it is, I only have to look out the window and I know we're under the same sun, the same clouds, the same threat of economic disaster.

He had projected an arrival between noon and 1 pm. Last week he was held up by rain-delayed traffic. Today was clear and cold, bright sun smiling down on a city preparing for Christmas as the unemployed try for a second year to sneak a couple of gifts into their struggling budgets. The sun was shining. Anything seemed possible.

Surely, today, he'll have plenty of time to enjoy the services of his devoted pet?

Not so fast.
In fact, not fast at all.

At 12:55, he projects a 1:20 arrival.
Ha.
Five minutes later, everything stops.

1:15.
He's been stuck at the same light near the White House for 15 minutes.
People start getting out of their cars.

At least we can text.
Illegal for him but what the hell.
He certainly isn't going anywhere.

Poor Daddy. Too bad your pet isn't with you. Though maybe not a good place to have your cock sucked in the car.

I check out the Washington Post on line. The sadist reports a motorcade. I eventually figure out that Obama must be coming back from a speech to campaign workers at a nearby hotel. At 1:25, cars start moving again.

Poor Daddy indeed. If he wasn't stressed out before, he surely must be now. The visit will have to be cut short. Again. Sometimes it seems as if we are being punished for the luxury of that perfect hotel night. We're being charged for it, forced to pay it back, minute for minute.

Still, there are ways I can serve him in absentia.
Not with my hand.
Not with my mouth.
But with my mind.
My pussy mind.
I'll lick and suck him with my mind.

Feel my tits pressing into your belly. Feel my belly pressing against your cock. I am with you, Sir. Breathe deeply and you will smell me.

My tongue whispers in your ear. I am waiting. I am always waiting. I live in standby mode, a little red light on the tip of my clit signalling readiness.

My pale butt cheeks rise before your eyes, blocking the view of cars and politicians. You feel yourself being sucked into my tight moaning butt hole.

You feel me on the seat beside you. Touch yourself, you say. Reach under your dress to your soft bare pussy and touch yourself for me.

Taste yourself, you say. Taste how you melt from knowing you are mine.

Touch me, you say. Run your fingers over my cock as it groans within my jeans.

Suck me, you say. Imagine away these bucket seats. Spread your obedient body across the bench seat and fasten your sweet soft mouth on my demanding dick.

Show your bare ass to the waiting cars and the now distracted Secret Service. Brighten their day. Give them food for torrid dreams. Let them dream. You are mine.

Are you moving yet, Daddy?

Eta 2:00.

Thank you, Sir. I await. Twitching.

If you must be stuck in traffic, it's good to have a reliable stress reliever waiting at the end of the trip.

I am very reliable.
And when he left me, he felt very good indeed.
It was the least I could do.
As for me -
I get to masturbate tonight.
Daddy had the pleasure of giving me the spanking I needed.
And he gnawed into my neck a beautiful mark.

Good thing it's cold enough for turtleneck sweaters!