I am out in the woods camping on my motorcycle
Sitting naked by a fire relaxing. Stroking my clit and enjoying the fall
evening. Hear a few noises but attribute them to the night, just think maybe
wild animals, no big deal the fire will keep them away. The noises drawing
closer getting a little nervous but brush it off as my imagination. So dark
outside the fire ring I can't make out anything. The wind picks up a little
and I get a chill. Yet again I ignore it. Bushes move close by, a little scared I
reprimand myself in my mind ‘it's just the wind.’
Hands on both my shoulders cause me to freeze and my heart to race. I start
to turn around but a voice, male, says “no, don't look”. I don't move. The
voice behind me says to “stand up”. I am so scared, but I do as I am told.
The hands still on my shoulders. I feel a shirt, flannel perhaps, and blue
jeans against my back. I also feel skin. The shirt is open. There is a definite
bulge against my butt and lower back.
My mind races ‘does he have a knife, a gun.’ He is bigger than me ‘he
could hurt me.’
He forces me toward the darkness outside safety and light of the fire ring.
My bare feet bruising on rocks, stung by pine cones and sweetgum balls. He
guides me to a picnic bench in the darkness presses my head down to the
table.
‘I don't want to hurt you, but I will‘, again he says not to move.
I hear the zipper of his pants start to slid down. ‘No please.’ I try to protest,
struggle. His hand smacks my bare ass, not really pain but it stings. My fear
builds. I feel his hard cock against my thigh. Seeking the entrance to me. I
am so afraid. Tears sting my face as it’s pressed onto the table by his hand
wound tightly in my hair.
Fear so great I pee down my bare legs. His laughter dark, ‘Yeah baby, I like
that’ He forces the head of his cock into me. Feels the wetness where I had
been playing but the fire. Pulls his cock out enough to wet the external
areas and shoves it deep inside me. I start to yell he wraps his hand tighter
in my hair and pushes me down harder.
His face pressed against my back. Nipping and kissing my back. I am so
afraid and yet some how it feels good, no! I fight the feeling.
His other hand reaches around and rubs on my clit. Tugs on it.
Hunching me, fucking me like a dog, hard, fast, deep.
When his fingers find my clit, again I feel the arousal building.
I try to fight the feeling, but the more he strokes my clit the hotter inside I
become.
He feels the heat and fucks faster, harder, deeper, his pants and zipper
rubbing against my ass with each thrust. My quiet sobs becoming moans.
My own orgasm builds, juices overflow as climax is reached, he slaps me on
the ass, this time harder breaking the spell. His voice rough, desperate, 'Pee
on my dick bitch', 'piss on me while I fuck you' His slap on my ass made
that easy, literally scared me back to reality.
Cunt juices and piss running down my inner thighs and both flowing over
his cock. A few more thrusts and he is moaning cumming inside of me. He
slumps forward on top of me. ‘Don’t move.‘ he releases my hair. I hear the
zipper easing back into place. He is gone, but it is still moments before I can
move. I return to the fire, listening to my inner voices this time. Clean
myself with wet wipes and enter my tent to lie next to the now sleeping man
in the flannel shirt
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