It was because of Jason that she was in this predicament, she thought to herself. Who knew that a chance online encounter would have culminated in her absolute and abject humiliation? It's not that she was hard-core into the whole dom-sub thing; it was just something she 'played' at from time to time. Savannah moaned, in part from her impending embarrassment, but also in part due to the butt plug that was firmly embedded in her ass. She watched as the state trooper approached her car as viewed from her side-view mirror; trepidation and an uncontrolled arousal shook her in her seat.
Earlier that morning her flight had arrived in Atlanta. The key to the locker had been waiting for her at the Courtesy Desk, just as Jason had promised. With shaking hands she'd unlocked number 294J and retrieved the black gym bag that had been waiting for her. Quickly she'd walked with her 'treasure' to the nearest bathroom and into one of the stalls. Per the instructions on a piece of paper she found inside, she'd quickly changed clothes. Off came her business suit and kitten heels.
She'd donned the 'costume' that had been provided for her; a dark blue jean bustier; a matching mini-skirt that flared slightly from the hips; a pair of red stiletto heels. No panties or bra had been provided. In a plastic baggie were the promised butt plug and a small tube of lube. Quickly she had applied the lube to her ass and plug and inserted it into her rectum. Helplessly she moaned as the unforgiving rubber invaded her ass. Next Savannah had attached the straps that would help keep the plug inserted. She'd stuffed her clothes into the bag along with her shoes and slid the baggie containing the lube into a side pouch. Licking her lips nervously she had then exited the stall and went to one of the sinks.
She'd placed the bag on the floor and with a quick look around to make sure no one was around had spread her legs and bent forward at the waist. Jason had instructed her that she was to masturbate until she had an orgasm, and not to stop until she was done, even if someone were to walk in. So she'd quickly set about trying to do just that. At first she had been unable to relax at the thought of someone walking in on her, but after a few moments the self-inflicted pleasure had wiped all concerns from her mind. Over the next several minutes she'd rubbed her clit furiously and finger-fucked her wet cunt until her legs wobbled and her breathing became erratic.
At last she'd cum, and had just pulled her skirt down around her hips when an elderly woman had walked into the restroom. She left without washing her hands as Jason had instructed and had quickly made her way to her waiting rental.
And now here she was; on the side of a remote Georgia highway waiting for a state trooper to ticket her. She resisted the urge to pull her skirt down from its current position. Another set of instructions had been waiting for her in the car. Pull your skirt up until it barely covers your lovely pussy, Savannah. Hump yourself on the plug and finger your pussy during your drive. You must bring yourself to at least four orgasms on the two hour trip, I will be listening. Drive 5 miles over the speed limit the entire way and if you get pulled over do not pull your skirt down and continue to ride the plug....Jason.
The trooper arrived at her window and Savannah nervously rolled it down.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. May I see your driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance?" His polite command vaulted her into action. Dammit, she should have had those things ready. Now she would have to bend over in her seat to reach the glove box and expose her ass and what was in it.
She handed him her license, and taking a deep breath did what was required. She could hear his sharp intake of breath behind her and couldn't help but smile. Silly girl, she scolded herself. You know you like showing yourself off, this is no different. Relaxed now she took her time about it, making sure she let the trooper get a long good look at the protruding butt plug. She moaned softly as she sat upright, rolling back fully onto the toy.
Peering up at him through thick eyelashes she could see a red stain marking his cheeks. This could be fun, she thought gleefully. She handed him the packet of information and asked him sweetly, "Sir, may I get out and stretch? I've been driving straight for over an hour and feel a bit....stiff". She eyed his crotch and the growing bulge on the last word, before once again locking eyes with him.
"Uh, sure ma'am, that's no problem; just leave your keys in the ignition." With that last instruction he walked hurriedly back to his cruiser as she climbed out of her rental. Deliberately she walked to the rear of the vehicle and faced the trunk lid. Bending slightly at the waist she raised her arms above her head and rotated her torso. Her skirt had maintained its raised position quite nicely and Savannah took advantage.
Turning slightly to her right she raised her left leg and placed her foot on the rear fender. If he cared to look, and she could tell he did from the corner of her eye, he would be able to get a good glimpse of her shaved, bare pussy. Balancing on the one stiletto she leaned forward and began massaging her upper left thigh with both hands; each upward stroke came nearer and nearer to her cunt. Seriously turned on Savannah noticed her juice flow increased, and she could feel it coating her lips and rolling down her right inner thigh.
She placed her foot back on the ground and carefully sat on the trunk of the car. She spread her legs slightly and leaned back onto her hands. She stared directly at the trooper through his windshield, not even trying to conceal her intent now. How hot would it be? her eyes asked. She watched as he licked his lips and slowly lowered the walkie-talkie to its resting place. He climbed out of the cruiser and walked slowly toward her; sexual intent now radiated from his eyes and hard body.
