Five Alarm Blaze

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.

Savannah now understood why Jason had instructed her to take this roundabout route to her destination; she had yet to see any other car since she'd turned onto it...save the trooper, of course. Without preamble his hands pulled her legs further apart, fully revealing the wet treasure between them. Briefly Savannah glanced at his name tag. Travers, it read.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes. Fuck me" she demanded.

His hands made short work of his trousers and just that quick he had his dick buried deep inside her. She quickly opened the hooks of her bustier and let her breasts swing free. His "oh shit" made her laugh, but then she wasn't laughing when his lips latched on to one turgid tip. His hands were on the trunk lid either side of her as he fucked her. Savannah wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer to her. The hot sun beat down on them; sweat rolled down his face and little droplets fell onto her chest as he continued to relentlessly hammer her.

All too soon Savannah felt her orgasm over take her; Travers followed a few moments later. She could feel his hot cum fill her pussy. He gave her a big wet smack on the mouth and pulled his clothes together. Savannah still lay half-reclined on the trunk, too weak and satisfied to move. Gently he closed the hooks on her bustier and pulled her skirt down. He offered his hand and Savannah gingerly sat up; the plug was still making its presence felt. He escorted her to her car and even opened her door for her. Once seated and safely buckled up, he leaned into the car window and gave her one last long kiss.

He tossed the ticket he'd written onto the seat beside her and tipped his hat. As he walked away Savannah heard him say, "Tell Jason thanks!" Her mouth was still hanging open in shock as he drove past her. Bemused she started her car, remembered in time to hitch her skirt up once again, and began the last hour of her journey.

Travers' cum oozing from her cunt onto the car seat reminded her that technically she still had two more orgasms to achieve before she was to arrive at her destination. After the encounter she'd just had it wasn't all that difficult. She had to restrain from achieving a fifth orgasm. Jason's instructions had not said whether it was to be allowed or not so to be on the safe side, and not knowing exactly where the listening device was located she decided it was best to not cum again.

By the time she arrived at the rural fire station Savannah was a sticky mess between her thighs. The seat beneath her was likewise messy and sticky, yet the car smelled wonderfully of sex. She resisted the urge to clean up with a Kleenex and grabbing her purse exited the rental. Hurriedly she walked up the path leading to the entrance of the brick building. Inside it was cool and quiet. On the wall in front of her was a hand-written sign. THIS WAY it said and an arrow pointed to the left. She followed a trail of signs until finally there was a door in front of her. Another sign, reading ENTER, SAVANNAH, was taped to it.

Slowly she opened the door. The room before her was enormous; it appeared to be a common area. To the left were a kitchen and some dining tables, to the right a pool table, and directly ahead were several plush couches and glass topped tables. Five men were seated on the couches, all of them naked as the day they were born. Now this, she hadn't expected. But looking at the gorgeous variety before her, Savannah wasn't about to complain.

She recognized the man that was standing up to be Jason and made her way to him. He held her head in one hand and with the other reached down between her legs with the other. He carefully collected semen and her own juice on his fingers and then slid them into her mouth. Obedient to his unspoken demand she sucked every last bit from them.

"Savannah, you were amazing." His tongue darted inside her ear as his hot words rolled over her. "My friends and I heard every last moan, scream, and whimper."

"Your friend said to thank you," she managed. Jason just chuckled.

He walked her over to the arrangement of couches before letting go. He sat down on one of them and started stroking his very hard cock as he ordered her, "Take off the clothes, sweet. Everything but the plug."

Eagerly Savannah complied and soon she stood barefoot and naked before the five men, all of whom had their dicks in their hands.

"Lay face down on the table." Eyeing the glass-topped table Savannah carefully lowered herself as instructed. "Spread your legs until your feet are on the floor." Jason's rough voice spurred her to action.

Quivering in anticipation Savannah was startled when she felt a big hand smack her on the ass. Her yelps and moans were drowned out as one hand after the other relentlessly spanked her. By the time it was over a fresh supply of her own juices had escaped and now puddled on the glass beneath her. She begged and pleaded to no one in particular to fuck her.

"What do you say, Jason? Should we do as she is so nicely begging us to do?" Amused male voices laughed all around her but Savannah was unable to work up any feminine outrage. Her body was demanding release and she was helpless to its desires.

"Why not, Mark? But, I'll go first." Good natured grumblings echoed in her ear as she felt Jason's hands pull apart her pussy lips for better access. Crouched behind her he shoved his dick full length into her tight cunt.

Savannah couldn't help but moan as that wonderful thick cock invaded her needy flesh. "Yeahhh, fuck baby; damn you're so hot" Jason muttered behind her.

"Damn, Jason hurry up and let us have a turn" another voice said.

"Hell, I'm not waiting; here baby, suck my dick" Mark commanded. His thickly, curved length slid into her mouth and Savannah eagerly wrapped her lips around it. Mark's hands grabbed her by the skull and held it steady as he carefully face-fucked her. The entire length eventually made its way down her throat and all Savannah could do was suck and swallow as the flesh relentlessly invaded.

"Hey, Jason; pull that plug out, man; one of us can fuck her up the ass." Savannah groaned just thinking about it. A few frantic moments later she had been repositioned onto Jason's dick as he lay under her on one of the couches, and the dick in her mouth had been replaced by another, Mark came up behind her and prepared her for a backdoor approach. Oiled fingers probed and stretched her anus until he was confident she would be able to accommodate him.

With very little preamble Mark shoved the head of his dick up her ass. Savannah squealed around the dick in her mouth. Oh, God it felt so good, she thought. The man with his dick in her mouth must have thought so too because when she squealed his hot cum erupted down her throat. She had barely swallowed that load when another dick, fatter and longer, presented itself at her mouth.

The next few hours were a sexual, pleasurable blur for Savannah. She never went for more than a minute without a dick in every one of her holes; load after load filled her ass, pussy, and mouth. Sensation built on sensation as she was thoroughly fucked in every position imaginable. Her orgasms rolled over her in great waves, each one a catalyst for the next.

Warm water encompassing her used and bruised flesh brought Savannah out of her sexual stupor. Jason's broad chest supported her back behind her as he gently soaped and rinsed away the last traces of cum from her body. Never in her life had she felt so completely satiated. A glass of wine appeared before her and Savannah eagerly took a long draw of sweet, red liquid. Sighing contentedly she lay her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"No, my sweet", he whispered. "We're not done yet; open your eyes." Savannah slowly opened her heavy eyelids and gasped in pleased surprise. The state trooper stood by the tub, fully naked. The aches and pains melted away, and as if in a trance Savannah climbed out of the tub and approached him.

"Assume the position, sweet" Jason's voice ordered behind her. Without hesitation Savannah kneeled before Travers and engulfed his dick with her mouth.

His "FUCK" exploded above her and Savannah grinned. She may be the submissive to Jason's dom, she thought, but it was she who had the real power. And by the end of the week, Jason and his friends would know it. With that happy thought in mind, Savannah let herself go.