s****l Mischief

Chapter Two-2

“Don’t girls get f****d in places like this? Or is that just in my fantasies?”

She sank the 14 ball and moved on.

An astounded Rick looked on, as his one-night stand propositioned her new fellow in a manner so unassuming and so deliberate it made him jealous that he wouldn’t have more of her. And yet, he was almost glad to give up the reins on his reckless companion. She could be dangerous, and he was better off walking away now.

“But maybe we should be more discreet than right out in the open,” her new man suggested.

“Oh, but we stay in the bar,” she insisted. She stood up and leaned the pool cue against the wall.

“That’s what you really want?”

“Yep. That’s what I want.” She bit her lip teasingly.

Although the muscled fellow could practically pick her up in one hand, instead, he hustled her with a firm hand at her back to the far side of the pool table, into a more private corner, where only half the tavern, not all of it, could see what he was doing.

He pushed her back against the wall and began mauling her breasts, his mouth moving down to her lips, taking a kiss that started with lips and ended with open mouths and tongues reaching half way down their throats. His right hand combed the front of her body, getting accustomed to the curves and crevices, the tenderness of her skin and the natural sweetness of her s****l perfume. He searched her groin again, and pulling the hem of her dress high, he moved underneath to catch the dribbles seeping from her cunt.

“You like big c**k?” he whispered in her ear.

“Love it,” she softly cooed, as if she actually knew. To date, she’d only known two men—her husband, Peter, and Rick.

The bearded big guy pinned her hands against the wall on either side of her head. “You like it hard?”

“Is there any other way?” she answered with a breathless sigh. Her body spontaneously erupted as she wiggled her pubic mound against his hand.

He fingered her snatch with his stubby hand. Considering his brutish size, his fingers were surprisingly agile. They found her ‘G’ spot with skilled proficiency and diddled with the spot until she began to feel the orgasm just a stroke from that first exploding spasm.

“You want it here, Saucy girl?” he seethed.

“Oh, yes!”

“Good,” he groaned, “cause that’s what you’re gonna get.”

“Ooo,” she swooned, falling into his arms; her body, arms, legs, breasts hungry for the man’s embracing body.

He was there for the quick screw, and too seduced by then to stop what he knew was a reckless and foolish game. Jerking the blonde 180 degrees around, he bent her over a nearby table, while yanking his zipper down. One hefty thrust, he was lodged deep, hitting her cervix enough to make her yelp an immediate high-pitched squeal before she got used to the size of his organ.

At the moment of his first thrust, Sausony’s beer-tainted mind cleared of its oblivion. She saw the stark reality of what she was doing. She’d come-on like the mixed-up, s*x-starved housewife falling into a shameless tease, for what? To be ridden hard and her ass bruised by the man’s thick, clutching hands. For what? To throw a shock in the face of her meaningless life and say, ‘Here I am! I’m body, blood, bones, flesh, substance!’

The recognition of that fact made her work the fat c**k eagerly. Her cunt bore down, squeezing the erection firmly, while her ass moved to his fast-driving rhythm. Rising above the hoots and catcalls and Alan Jackon’s latest hit booming from the Jukebox were the unsettling noises of a woman in the throes of pleasure. Did the lurid gazes bother her? Apparently not. She’d come out of the clouds and down to earth, exposing the s****l assets of her ass, breasts and cunt like any hard-core b***h with the nerve to do it in the open.

Wildly out of her right mind, the insanely s*x-starved Sausony came with shameless furor. She came hard, biting down with the teeth of her cunt and absorbing the pain of the hammering erection. Her sighs and whimpers, all the little noises that accompany good s*x, were in keeping with her character, small, flighty, finely tuned, restrained, internal. But that made the moment no less forceful. It wouldn’t be like her to wail loudly. But this was real. Sausony. Sausony Danvers Kimball. Saucy.

Sausony said goodbye to Rick with a soft kiss on his cheek and took off with the bearded brute who f****d her in the tavern. His big rig idled beside the road for a quick getaway.

“Where you going, honey?” he asked, as he hoisted her by the ass to the seat of the cab. She looked down at him as he stared up into her pale face, questioning.

She shrugged sweetly, “I really don’t know.”

“Big city or small? I go just about anywhere.”

“How about you just land me in LA were I can disappear?”

She looked surprisingly sad.

He nodded his head, perhaps for the first time seeing her for what she was. “Okay, I suppose we have some time to figure this out,” he said with a look of concern. He closed the cab door and moved to the driver’s side, hopping in.

The engine roared with a vibration that was not as strong as it was invasive. Sausony felt the turbulence accompany the warm but disturbing satiation that filled her lower body. The final reality of the night was oddly sobering. After an outrageous f*****g exhibition, she was taking off with another stranger, a man almost old enough to be her father, heading into an unmarked future. And none of this fazed her? Well, maybe it was starting to.

“By the way, the name’s Jesse.”

“Sausony,” she answered with a weak smile and a curious melancholy in her wet eyes.

“Why the long face?” the trucker asked.

Just a half hour before they’d screwed in public. Despite his less than sterling morals, it was something he’d never done and he wasn’t apt to do again. And now the girl was in his truck by some magic that totally eluded him. He knew when he made the offer of the ride, that it was the only right thing to do.

“Maybe, it’s just the letdown. You know how it is when the good stuff is over and you’re never going to repeat a fine hour like the last one?” She paused, thinking again. “You did enjoy it, or did I just embarrass myself?”

“Oh, you amazed me,” he shook his head, looking a bit chagrinned himself.

She sighed contentedly as if this made everything okay. “You’re not as gruff and nasty as you put out,” she announced.

“No, I’m a lot more gruff and nasty than I put out.” His voice carried an unexpected edge.

“But the other side?” she inquired innocently. “The good, sweet, tender side; it’s so clear to me.”

“Maybe. But the other side tonight is you need someone to take care of you, Saucy, or whatever you name is.”

“That is my name, the nickname. Sausony Danvers. That’s the whole of it.” Suddenly deciding to drop her married name was a refreshing idea that stuck. She smiled to herself. “And you think you’re going to take care of me? That’s what Rick thought, too.”

“Yeah, but your Rick let you screw a stranger in that tavern. That’s hardly taking care of you.”

“Like you weren’t the instigator!”

He laughed. “Now there’s an acute distortion of the facts. You give a rowdy bar the show you did, looking like some Playboy pinup…you flaunt T A like a w***e looking for johns, teasing men who couldn’t care less about the rules of decency…you’re playing with fire, girl, and you’re gonna get burned.” He sighed. “And I guess that’s why you’re here with me.”

“Why is that?

“It won’t happen again.”

The tone of his voice forced her body higher on the path of s****l arousal. She’d hardly come down from the climax in the tavern and was now swimming in a bath of s****l expectation almost as potent as the pool game f**k. All because he cared? Because he had the guts to put her down with his crusty judgment of her behavior?

“So what we did was wrong?”

He chuckled. “Not wrong, just damned irresponsible.”

“Oh, a man with a conscience,” she quipped.

“Sometimes. When it’s convenient.”

“And that would stop you from doing it in a bar again?”

“With you? Damn right.”

“Why me?”

“Some women can handle rough bars and loose morals; they are as tough as the crowd they f**k. Sometimes tougher. But, little girl, you’re not one of them.”

“Oh, you can say that easy enough now that you’ve had me.”

“I never claimed to be a saint.”

She sat back in the creaky leather seat for another thoughtful interlude, where pretty much nothing happened. Her life was becoming a string of disconnected incidents. And what did that mean?

“So, what do you really think of me?” she finally asked.

He raised his eyebrows, turned down the country ballad on the radio, and said: “I think you’re a little girl lost, in need of some good advice. You need discipline and a good firm hand at your back to steer you in the right direction.”

“A good firm hand, hum?” Her eyes got big.

“What’s that mean?”

“A good firm hand… like a good spanking? Is that the kind of firm hand you’re talking about?” She giggled.

He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, maybe that too.” He considered the thought seriously. “Fact is, you deserve a hard walloping. Might help you think a little more clearly.”

She shivered all the way to her cunt as the idea took shape in her mind. “So, is that what you’re going to give me, a good hard wallop?” She looked up in child-like wonder.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked. Not even when I was little. My parents weren’t around much, but they were progressive in their thinking and spanking was verboten. Sometimes now, I kind of dream about it and get this funny tickle in my tummy when I think about lying over a man’s lap with my ass bare…”

“Yeah?” He glanced her way then back at the road.

“Yeah.”

They drove in silence for a few more minutes.

“So, is that why you do reckless things, so someone will eventually get pissed enough to pull you over their lap?”

Her body tensed and the sensuous warmth in her crotch expanded. Meanwhile, her bottom felt a little itchy as she wiggled in her seat. “Maybe.”

“You think your behavior back there deserves a spanking?” he asked.

“My behavior for the last three days deserves a naked blistering and a trip to the corner and bedtime without my bear.” She laughed.

He looked at her with a more critical eye. “You may joke, but I think that’s exactly what you want and why you’re baiting me.”

“You think I’m baiting you?”

He chuckled for several seconds, amusedly. If nothing else, Sausony Danvers intrigued him.

“Why tease me if you don’t want it? Huh?” She didn’t answer. “You want it so bad, that’s what you’ll get. At the next convenient stop, you’re going over my knee, girl. We’ll see just how much you like what you’re going to get.”

A shudder of fear darted down her spine, the thrill engaging every nerve. She viewed his stern face thinking, ‘Oh, my, what have I done now?’ “You’re serious.”

“As serious as I was about putting my d**k up your slit.”

His crude talk attacked every polite brain-cell in her mind. ‘Ouch! This is gonna hurt.’ She shivered head to toe from anticipation. At the same time, she wasn’t about to discourage him, even if that was possible.

They drove on without comment. Jesse turned up the radio and let his music fill the silence. She wondered if he had the guts to see through his threat… but remembering that he’d had the balls to f**k her in a bar, why wouldn’t he spank her ass? Perhaps she was in over her head?

Sometimes reality bites with a cruel edge—like the side of a belt coming down on a tender behind, on untried flawless flesh, leaving a mark, a welt, a bruise when all is said and done.

As promised, Jesse pulled his truck into a highway rest stop so they could do their business in the restroom. And when they were finished and back at the truck, he opened the sleeping compartment of the cab, which was as big as a room. He pulled her inside behind him, leaving the door open wide to an empty asphalt parking lot.

Then, like a father with a bratty child, he sat on a short bench and drew her over his lap, so her legs and arms dangled to the mattress below. The ritual he followed was classic spanking drama, as if he’d done it a hundred times and knew the procedure by heart. He carefully raised her skirt revealing her naked behind—no panties, obviously—though panties would certainly have been discarded at this point. After grazing her smooth, flawless buttocks with the palm of his hand, he raised his arm and began smacking her behind with an undaunted spirit, gaining in vigor and intensity until he practically lifted her ass from his thick thighs when he raised his hand for another whack. The sensation in her bottom began as a warm glowing heat, which quickly turned to a biting sting as the ferocious paddling continued.