Laura And John Ch 2

Chapter Two: Take The Long Way Home

As they merged into the highway traffic, John instructed Laura to unbutton her blouse and pull it free from her skirt. When her task was completed, he reached over with his right hand and flipped the blouse open. Giving a soft but wicked little laugh when he saw that her bra hooked in the front, he deftly unsnapped the clasp and completed her exposure. She shuddered, her full breasts shaking with her motion.

"Play with them; let me see you squeeze them, tug on your nipples."

Her fingers with their long polished red nails caressed, stroked, squeezed and pulled as ordered, as John's eyes darted back and forth between her and the highway. Glancing up at the rear view mirror, he spotted a semi approaching on their right.

"Love, there is a trucker coming and I wish for you to give him something special to look at. When he gets alongside us, you will take your right hand, pull your skirt up, and show him your pussy. If he maintains speed to keep watching, I want you to begin finger fucking yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I will do as you ask, " she answered, her trembling voice betraying her increasing excitement.

John noticed she was glancing in the side view mirror, watching the truck growing ever closer. He slapped lightly on her left thigh, "Wider spread, please. I know, let the back of your seat down a bit, then you can be seen even better."

As Laura adjusted seat into a reclining position, he slid her skirt up higher getting his first clear look at her neatly trimmed bush and her clit peeking out from the swollen labia. His cock hardened noticeably at the sight and he smoothed her skirt back down as he wished for her to perform the same action of exposing herself as he had described.

Continuing to torment her nipples with her left hand, her right snaked it way down her belly to the hem of her skirt, slowly easing it back up again. John's green eyes flashed from the road ahead, to her crotch, to the truck pulling along side him, his own breathing become somewhat erratic. Tracing the outline of her lips delicately, Laura then suddenly began plunging two fingers in and out of her greedy pussy rapidly. As expected, the truck suddenly slowed to keep pace with them.

"Let me taste your fingers NOW" he ordered. He inhaled her scent before sucking her fingers briefly. "Now, my pet, make yourself come for the nice trucker."

Her fingers became a blur, moving between her hole and her clit. He could hear how wet she was, the squishy, sloshing sounds causing him to become almost unbearably hard. He caught the slightest glimpse of a grin on her face as he shifted in his seat.

She began concentrating solely on her clit, rubbing it up and down with an almost frantic motion. Her nipples were standing out like pencil erasers; her chest was heaving and she closed her eyes, lost in waves of pleasure.

"May I come, Sir?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Yes..... I give permission, pet."

Almost instantaneously, her back arched and with a loud moan, her body began shuddering and shaking in an intense, lengthy climax.

He stepped on the gas and pulled away from the truck, deciding the trucker had seen enough. Stretching out his right hand, John slipped his fingers between her thighs and wet them in the juices flowing there. Again, he raised them to first his nose and then his lips. "You are delicious, pet. I'm afraid I may become addicted to your taste."

Opening her eyes and giving him a cheshire cat smile, she replied "That would be fine, Sir. I seem to have an unlimited supply. Do you wish for me to .... " she gestured at her clothing.

"No, I wish for you to remove your blouse and bra completely. You will walk topless into the office from the car for me. You may also bring your seat back to upright." John was becoming aware of how much he enjoyed having total control of this woman.

She did as he asked, folding her clothing neatly in her lap. Sitting very composed and calm, gazing out the window at the passing scenery, obviously her orgasm had done much to settle her nerves. He admired her profile, from her smooth brow to her long neck to her abundant breasts with their still erect nipples.

As they pulled onto his street, the neighborhood appeared quiet with only the sounds of birds chirping and a far away lawnmower breaking the silence. With a wave of his hand, he indicated she should sit in the car until he walked around and opened her door. Taking her hand, he assisted her out of her seat and pulled her to stand against him in the driveway. Sliding his hands around her waist and down, he squeezed her asscheeks tightly through her skirt and nuzzled her neck while she stood still, holding her clothing. With a sudden hard slap on her rear, he ordered her to walk in front of him into the office while he admired the view from behind.

Once inside, he stepped up close behind her, cupping her breasts and pushing her towards his office door. Moving in tandem, her ass pressed against his bulging crotch, they made their way around his desk. He dropped into his large leather chair and unceremoniously pulled her across his lap, her legs dangling to the floor. Pulling the back of her skirt up to her waist, he exposed the full smooth skin of her ass. He began rubbing his palm over the globes and down to her thighs, nudging them further apart.

"Keep those thighs apart if you do not wish the spanking to be longer than necessary. You are not being punished, pet, but instead I'm going to spank you for the pure pleasure of it."

With that said, he began spanking her flathanded, each crack echoing around the room; He watched as her skin flushed, the heat rising off her skin. With his free hand, he began twisting and pinching the nipples of her hanging breasts and she began whimpering in response.

"Are you getting aroused like a bad little slut?" he asked. "Let me see....." He slid his hand down over her throbbing ass to slip between her thighs where his fingers were immediately soaked.

"Yes, you are, my slave." He smiled to himself, enjoying the way she was beginning to squirm. He started alternating between spanking her and sliding two fingers in and out of her soping pussy.

When his own arousal became painfully obvious against her belly, he swept everything from the top of his desk and all but threw her into position, bent over it. He unzipped his pants hurriedly and rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit a few times, then rammed it home as she screamed with pleasure. Holding her hips with both hands, John pumped fast and furiously. She pleaded between pants to be allowed to orgasm which spurred him on, bringing his own climax closer and closer. Reaching up with one hand to grasp a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, stretching her neck, and grunted out his permission.

"Yes, YES, YES..." she screamed as her body began shuddering and the spasming of her internal muscles took him over the edge. Feeling as if his semen must be coming from his toes and that there must be have been quarts of it, he came long and hard inside her. Pulling her from the desk, they collapsed into his chair together, unable to speak for many minutes.