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Smack!
Keeping his hand firm but not too hard, Jordan started spanking her backside. Since she had seven minutes of swats ahead of her, he wouldn’t start her off with anything too arduous, especially since he was already pushing her by spanking her in the car with the others. It might have been a small audience, who wasn’t watching, but it was still an audience who knew what was happening.
Smack!
Smack!
His hand marched down her bottom, and he tipped her forward even more, smiling as he saw the telltale glistening of her pussy.
She was aroused.
Smack!
Smack!
Even though he wasn’t spanking her hard, the accumulation of swats built up and turned her ass a bright pink before slowly starting to darken it. She began crying, wriggling, trying to escape the hard smacks, uncaring about their audience.
Halfway through, he picked her up and switched sides.
“My hand is getting tired,” he told her, ignoring the chuckles of the men. They might have been laughing at his statement or at whatever they conversed about in low voices.
Trish bucked against Jordan’s leg as he started swatting her again, almost as though she were trying to rub her pussy against him. She liked being spanked.
“Last minute.”
She shrieked as he shifted his attention from her ass to her pussy. The swollen lips plumped under the assault, making her shudder and try to press her legs together. Jordan responded with two hard swats to her sit-spots, which were already red-hot. Trish whined, sobbing, but she opened her legs again, giving him access to her creamy, wet pussy.
The muted smacks landed on wet flesh as she bucked on his lap, coating his hand with her cream. More than once, a soldier started to turn his head to look back at Jordan and Trish before remembering not to. The sounds Trish made were too appealing to ignore. Her whimpers of excitement and moans of pleasure interspersed her cries of pain. She bucked in a way that told him she was nearing orgasm, and Jordan’s cock was rock-hard as she writhed against it.
He aimed his hand to tap his fingers against her clit, which was swollen and stood out from her folds, begging for attention. As Trish’s breath came faster, he was sure she would come soon.
“Good girl,” Jordan murmured, unable to resist giving her a caress, massaging her swollen clit for a moment once the last minute was up. Then he moved his hand away, rubbing it roughly over her hot bottom, enjoying the heat searing his palm and making her gasp before he pushed her off his lap and onto her knees. There was just enough room for Trish to slide between his thighs and kneel before him with her feet tucked under the seat in front of them.
Jordan slid one hand into her hair and undid the front of his pants with the other, letting his aching cock spring free. The expression on Trish’s face was full of need and desire as she stared at his cock, her lips parted.
“Play with yourself,” he ordered, pulling her mouth toward his cock. The angry, red head leaked pre-cum and throbbed with need. “If you can’t make yourself come before we arrive, you’ll have to wait until this evening.”
Trish opened her lips as he drew her to his cock, her tongue flicking over his tip as he slid into her mouth, swiping away the drops of fluid that leaked from the mushroom head. Jordan groaned with pleasure as she took him into her mouth, her tongue laving over the sensitive head, and he reached out to pinch her nipple and roll it between his fingers. Trish whimpered around his cock, vibrating the shaft as she shoved her hand between her legs, obviously aching to come.
Jordan began to fuck her mouth, thrusting in and out like it was her pussy, tugging on her nipple with his other hand to the same rhythm as his thrusts. Her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, stroking and pleasuring him as he used her hair as leverage to move her head up and down over his groin. The other soldiers would be able to hear the wet sounds ofher mouth suctioning along Jordan’s cock. He could practically feel their envy, and it spurred him on to greater heights of pleasure.
When she gave in and let him take complete control over her movements, Jordan nearly exploded down her throat, right then. But he wanted to give her the time to come. Wanted to feel her crying out in pleasure around his cock. He gritted his teeth and held onto his self-control. He would draw this out until they reached the base—only then would he let himself give in to the pleasure.
They didn’t have much farther to go, anyway.
Jordan thrust roughly between her lips, and her throat tightened around him, the silky strands of her hair flowing through his fingers as he maneuvered her over his cock. Her muffled whimpers and cries of pleasure increased his enjoyment.
When they made the last turn, he let go and used her mouth or his pleasure. His fingers tightened on her nipple as his balls tightened, the tingling in the base of his spine intensifying. As Trish shuddered, her cry of orgasm vibrating across his cock, Jordan’s release ripped through him. She sucked as she came and swallowed the thick spurts of his cum as he drained himself into her mouth, his muscles relaxing as the ecstasy flowed through him.
With her half-lidded eyes and swollen lips, cheeks flushed from her orgasm, Trish was too pretty to resist. Jordan pulled her mouth from his cock and gathered her up onto his lap, placing his large hand over her smaller one between her legs. He could feel the heat of her reddened ass against his thigh as he used his hand to press her fingers firmly against her pussy, forcing her to continue rubbing her swollen folds and clit. She writhed for him, spasming against him as she cried out, turningher face into her shoulder with every shuddering convulsion of pleasure.
When he stopped, she went limp in his arms, wrung out, and Jordan pulled the strap of her dress back up to cover her breasts and smoothed her skirt back down. No one would look at her and upset her—not after such a nice ride where she’d submitted so beautifully—he would make doubly sure of it.
The others disembarked first when the hover-car landed. With Trish still in his arms, cradled against his chest, Jordan followed. She snuggled into him, happy to be carried, which pleased him even more.
“How are they doing?” he asked Paul, who had just climbed out of the fourth car.
“Still out of it.” Paul glanced over to where the new captives were being unloaded. “She’s starting to wake up a bit, but he’s totally down for the count. How hard did you hit him, anyway?”