"Spank Me...Please" (Part Three)

"Let's get in your rig."

Leah turned to get into the second row seating of her Suburban, thankful for the tinted windows and the added privacy they would offer while she was inside with Mike. After she had opened the door, Mike grabbed her arm, then drew his body close behind her own. He whispered gruffly in her ear:

"Hold your skirt up and bend over."

She glanced sideways at Mike, then around their environment. Did he really mean for her to expose herself outside of the vehicle?

"Mike..."

He looked at her, and she knew he insisted on her acquiescence, her obedience, her total submission to allow him to be the master of her pleasure. She took a deep breath, lifting her black skirt, and pulling the fabric forward to hold on the front of her body. She leaned in towards the seat and tucked the loose skirt into the front elastic so she could hold the seat in the truck.

Mike's hands held her hips, rubbing down over the soft skin of her ass, down to cup each butt cheek, then trail his fingers through the crack of her ass. Leah trembled, covered in goosebumps. She moaned.

Then, he slapped her ass, palm open on his thick hand, and again, and again. Leah, cried out, "Oooh!" and held to the seat.

He got close to her. "Oh, you love it, and you know it. Do you want me to stop?"

Without hesitation, she heard herself say, "No, please don't stop... please."

Mike's hands went under her shirt from behind where she leaned over. He grasped her nipples snugly, making her moan from the pressure, then released the right breast, and slapped her ass three more times. He told her to get on the seat in front of her, face down, legs spread.

She obeyed him, her mind wondering what he would do. He spanked her ass six times more as she crawled up onto the seat, and she cried out, because the slaps were harder, and her ass was now stinging. He grabbed her legs as she crawled away from the next slaps, and she heard a whimper escape her lips as he pulled her back towards him.

"Please! No more, please, Mike!" Leah cried out.

His hands were planted around her hips, pulling her close. He positioned her knee on the floorboard, leaving her crotch open to his gaze. She knew she was wet, ass red and tender... and then his hands held open the cheeks and vulva, his breath so very close she felt it on her wetness, and his tongue lapped against one side of her labia.

She nearly climaxed.

Mike's tongue moved up, away from Leah's slippery, wet treasure, and his hands spread her ass apart, and then he kissed her ass with a feather light brush of lips. She shook, because no one had every kissed her there, and then he licked her ass, kissed it, made love to it with his expert mouth. She moaned, cried, writhed in place. It was like nothing, nothing, EVER. The stinging pain of the slaps had made Mike's touch an exquisite opposite sensation, multiplied against itself... and then he pushed two of his large fingers into her vagina, stroking a perfect rhythm on her g-spot, and now pushing against the front of her vagina.

Leah climaxed, screaming out, and squirted, wetting her thighs and Mike's shirt. He didn't stop and she climaxed against him, her pelvis buckling and thrusting. Mike spanked her ass then, three open slaps that sent fireworks into her clit. He pulled his wet fingers from inside her vagina, sliding one into her ass, and putting two fingers from the other hand into her vagina to replace the ones he removed. His fingers in both holes...!

She came again, calling his name.