I guess, given the age of PC we are momentarily trapped in and the tortured snowflakes who might, inadvertently read something they consider icky, I should provide a trigger warning for this chapter. I know some of you are a bit squeamish when it comes to sex through the 'backdoor.' If so, reading further may irreparably damage your psyche and cause your eyes to melt from their sockets. In other words, beware; this chapter contains a lot of anal sex.
With that out of the way, Jack continues his punishment of Brittany using his favorite, disciplinary tool of choice. All is not lost for Brittany or her well-formed behind, however, as a very large puzzle piece falls into place.
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The following week, Brittany answered Jack's knock dressed the way he wanted: a very short, light blue skirt that barely reached her thigh, along with a black, pullover, spandex top. The low cut, tight spandex hugged her massive breasts sensuously, leaving nothing to the imagination.
It was obvious she went the extra mile sexing herself up for their meeting, given that Jack liked her to parade around the room for him before they got started. She figured, 'Give him what he wants, and maybe he won't be such a prick after the fun-time session was over.'
It was also obvious she came to the motel braless, as her large, heavy tits noticeably jiggled and bounced as she stepped about the room. Jack told her to lift her skirt in order to check the other detail.
She was, indeed, pantiless. Jack took a moment to run his fingers across her bare mons and down her outer folds, feeling nothing by smooth skin. "Slick," he said, close to her ear.
Seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, Brittany was feeling good about herself, and asked, confidently, "So, what's it to be today, fucking, sucking, or both?"
"Money first," Jack answered, "Put it on the table."
Taking the brown-paper bag of money out of her purse, she noticed Jack taking his own brown bag out of his suit coat, laying it next to hers on the table.
She asked, "What's with the bag?"
"Something we might need for later. Give me your keys."
"What?"
"Keys, car and motel room, give me both." When she handed them over, he added, "Okay, let's go."
Brittany took a step back, saying with shock, "Wait...What?"
"Let's take a drive. I've been cooped up all morning. I want to feel the sun and wind on my face."
Brittany turned toward the small coat rack in the bathroom area.
"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her arm.
"To get my rain coat, I'm not going out in public..."
"Shut up," Jack said, as he pulled her out the door.
Jack drove around the city for a while, mostly using the expressways. He made a special effort to drive faster than normal with the windows down. Brittany spent most of the time trying to keep her short skirt from blowing up above her thighs and exposing her bare groin in the breezy interior.
"You know, you're really being an asshole," Brittany finally commented, while holding the hem of her skirt tightly against her legs.
Jack said, laughingly, "Why, just because I want to show off my girls sometimes?"
"Show me off? And what about that? It's pretty irresponsible of you, don't you think. What if you get pulled over because you're driving too fast? What if the cop recognizes me, my car, but you're the one driving? What happens to
our
secret then, if Santos hears about this?"
"For your information, I'm sticking to another precinct. This area's controlled by the fourteenth. Your asshole husband's precinct is located across town. So, I doubt anyone we may meet would recognize you. Still, you have a point. I don't like trusting to luck." Jack finished his statement by taking his foot off the gas.
Now, Jack drove well below the speed limit, and in the passing lane. It wasn't long before irate drivers behind him had to pass him on the right. Of course, when they did, and turning to flip off Jack and yell some obscenity as they passed, they got a good look at Brittany and her magnificent jugs.
When they caught a glimpse of her, most of the drivers honked their horn in celebration. A few even slowed down, matching Jack's speed so that they could get a nice, long view of Brittany.
Brittany's face turned as red as her hair. For each passing car that honked, she slumped further down into her seat, trying to remove, if not herself, then her breasts, completely from view.
Jack halted her slumping by putting his hand on her bare thigh, while commanding, "Sit up straight!"
She did as told, while pleading, "Please, could you move into the right lane or go faster, at least."
"Faster? Now you want to go faster. Make up your mind. And why should I get into the right lane? You're a beautiful woman. You should be proud to show yourself off. No one will see you if we're in the right lane. "
"Please," Brittany said, emphatically.
He sped up and drifted back into the right lane. However, Jack kept his hand on her thigh and continued to slide it, and subsequently the hem of her skirt, up toward her crotch. Brittany tried to pull the hem down, but Jack wouldn't allow it. Finally, Brittany clamped her knees together, wedging Jack's hand tightly between her thighs.
Jack pinched the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, making Brittany yelp in pain. Then he said, harshly, "Let go of your skirt and spread your legs. I said spread them! Now! Stay that way until I say otherwise. If I have to tell you again to sit up straight with your legs spread, I will pull over along the side of the expressway and make you suck my cock. Understand?"
Brittany only nodded her head in response, sitting rigidly with her legs spread, the skirt hiked up around her hips.
Jack kept his hand high on her thigh, and kept a mischievous pinky finger gently touching and rubbing all around her outer labia in a playful manner. Even with the breeze blowing through the opened windows, cooling the interior, he could feel tremendous warmth radiating from her groin.
Taking and exit into the downtown area, Jack found a wide street with a lot of businesses, ensuring there will be a lot of delivery and semi-truck traffic, loading and off-loading merchandise.
Jack pulled up to the first truck he saw stopped at a light. The truck driver, situated much higher, could easily look down and into the car at Brittany.
From her low vantage point, all Brittany could see was the driver's arm resting outside of the open window and the top of his head. The driver had yet to notice her. Brittany flinched while comically looking around the car for a place to hide. She trembled in dreadful expectation at being discovered.
Seeing Brittany shift about in her seat, Jack reminded her, "Don't you dare move."
When the light turned green, Jack drove alongside the truck, matching its speed. When they both had to stop for another light, Jack told Brittany, "Ask the driver if this is the way to State Street."
She gave Jack a wide-eyed look of disbelief.
Jack barked, "Do it!"
Not daring to look up at the driver, she asked, "Hey mister, is this the way to State Street?"
Minding his own business as he waited for the light to turn green, the driver of the truck either ignored or didn't hear Brittany's question, and continued to stare at the light.
Brittany asked a second time, and then a third, before getting the driver's attention.
The driver finally turned his head toward Brittany, looked down, and said with irritation, "What the hell, lady, you're on State Str..."
The driver stopped in midsentence. Staring down at Brittany, the driver first noticed her large breasts and well defined cleavage. He just about stripped a gear when he noticed her skirt jack-up above her hips, legs spread, and her cute, naked, camel-toed labia protruding away from her groin.
Before the truck driver could say anything, Jack sped forward as the light turned green, then stopped for the next light. The truck came lumbering up alongside the Mercedes, screeching to a halt several car lengths behind the next car in front of him.
Brittany didn't make eye contact, keeping her eyes forward, but she felt the driver's gaze all over her. Whispering harshly to Jack, she said, "You really are a fucker!"
"Be nice to the guy. Don't be shy. Say hello. You're giving him a thrill."
When Brittany looked up, she saw the truck driver wearing a big, Cheshire cat grin. She did as Jack told, and gave him a weak smile back. Leaning further out of his cab, the driver asked, "How much for you to come up here and work on my drive shaft?"
Insulted that the driver would pay her like a whore, Brittany dropped her smile and said, "Fuck you, pervert," but her voice was drowned out by the other cars honking behind her as the light had already turned green.
Laughing, Jack sped up and turned down a side street, losing the truck in the process.
He spent the next hour repeating the pattern with other truck drivers. Overall, Brittany ended up receiving more than a few solicitations for sex, as well as one marriage proposal.
"Well that was fun," Jack commented, nonchalantly, after they were done.
Brittany didn't answer. Too angry for words, all she could do was sit with her arms crossed, fuming.
As Jack turned onto a main thoroughfare that would take them back to the motel, he asked, "All this driving's made me thirsty. You thirsty?"
Brittany wouldn't answer.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, pulling into the nearest convenience store.
Jack held the car door open for her.
Brittany shot daggers into his face with her eyes, and barked, emphatically, "I'm not getting out of this car until we get to the motel."
"Yes you are. I'm not going to carry your drink out for you."
"I'm not thirsty! I'm staying here."
"Get the fuck out of the car, or I'll throw you out and leave you here."
Once inside, Jack took her on a long, winding walk through the store, while continually yanking on her arm so that she would keep up. Throughout the whole ordeal, Brittany's face remained a brilliant shade of scarlet.
Jack stopped their trek in front of the soft drink dispenser, and taking an inordinately long time looking over the selections.
