My story took place in the early 90’s. Due to my job I was traveling a lot, mostly using my car. That afternoon, while I was returning home from a trip, my car broke down. I was literally in the middle of nowhere, far away from my hometown. I knew nothing about cars except driving them, back then we didn't have mobile phones, so I was totally helpless in this situation.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled over to the side of the road and I told myself that there was no need to panic. An attractive, smartly dressed woman, will not have a problem to find someone nice enough to stop and help out. Well, not exactly! For more than half an hour I was waving at cars as they drove by, trying to get one of them to stop. It wasn't a busy road, but vehicles went past every once in a while. Finally, a truck pulled over in front of my car. I hurriedly went towards him as he rolled down the window.
“Hi, What’s the problem?” the driver asked
"Hi, thanks for stopping. My car broke down and I don't know how to fix it. Can you please help me?" I said.
"I wish I could, but I have a time schedule and I’m already an hour behind "
"Oh no, please do something, I’m here for an hour or so... ” I exaggerated, “nobody else stopped, I am alone, and it’s getting dark, and I... I’m getting scared."
"I’m really sorry but I can’t waste any time. But you may lock your car and come with me. There is a gas station not far from where we are. You can call your insurance company and solve your problem," he said.
To get in his truck was not exactly pleasurable, but I had no other option so I agreed and got in. The ride was fun though. Mark, the driver, was a nice guy and he calmed me down by telling me jokes and fun memories. About 15 minutes later, we arrived at our destination. I stepped out of the truck, thanking Mark for the help and I went inside the gas station.
I met the owner, he was all alone there, and I explained him my situation. He pointed me to the phone and gently told me to make as many calls as I needed.
Firstly I called my insurance company and the man on the other side of the line told me that I wasn’t signed up for road assistance. I asked him for a solution and he replied that he couldn't do anything today. I screamed at him but he remained calm and told me to call again tomorrow morning when their office opens. I screamed at him more but nothing changed.
I started to panic and I called my husband. He was on a business trip too, but I had his hotel phone number and thankfully he was in his room. He told me to calm down and think clear. He advised me to find a way to go to the nearest city, spend the night in a hotel and solve everything the next morning. That’s my husband, always thinking clear and being confident under pressure.
I hung up the phone and with no alternatives left, I went to Mr. Alex, the owner of the gas station. I explained him the outcome of my efforts and then asked him if there was a bus that I could take from there to the nearest city.
"Of course there is a bus, but for sure you missed the last one," he told me.
"Oh great," I said nervously, "now what can I do?"
He thought for a moment and then said, "Relax, as you may have noticed my home is on the second floor of the gas station. I have a spare room, so feel free to be my guest for tonight”
I thought about it for a moment and, having no alternatives, I decided to accept his offer. He seemed to be very gentle and harmless. Mr. Alex was about 60 years old, a big guy with a beer belly, gray hair, and beard. I definitely wasn't feeling threatened in any way. So, we stayed at the gas station chit-chatting for about an hour and then he locked the place and we went on the second floor. He guided me to my room and after thanking him I closed the door behind me. The door had a key which I could use to lock the door from the inside and I felt even more safe. I got undressed to my underwear, pulled the covers down, and got into bed trying to fall asleep.
I was still trying to sleep when I heard voices from the next room. Listening more carefully, I realized that I was hearing moans. Soon enough I was certain I was hearing two people having sex.
“Well done Mr. Alex,” I thought jokingly.
I remained quiet, perversely listening to the couple getting nasty in the next room. I began wondering how this woman looks like. She sounded young, yet she was having sex with an old man. My curiosity got the better of me as I stood up and put my clothes on. I silently got out of my room, and immediately noticed that Mr. Alex’s door was slightly open. I hesitated for a second, but then I walked slowly towards the door opening. When I peeked inside I was surprised to see a porn movie playing on his TV. I imagined that Mr. Alex was sitting on his sofa watching this porn film. I came to my senses and realized I was being stupid when suddenly I felt a hand on my back.
“Anny, what are you doing here?” I heard Mr. Alex’s voice
"Oh shit!" I thought, "he wasn't inside the room."
“I... I’m...” I weakly tried to explain the unexplainable but no words came out.
“Were you spying on me, Anny?”
“What? No! I’m just... I mean I was... It’s not what it looks like” I said feeling so embarrassed that my face burned.
“I’m just kidding, I know you are not spying on me,” he said and started laughing and I nervously laughed too.
“Come inside, we can watch the movie together,” he said and I felt his hand on my back gently pushing me forward.
“Yes... Yes of course,” I agreed without thinking, relieved that he believed me.
“Here, let’s sit on the sofa,” he guided me and then sat next to me.
As I turned my head to the TV screen, the reality hit me. “Did I just agree to watch a porn film with Mr. Alex?” I thought.
“It’s a nice movie, I’m sure you will like it,” he said
“How did I get myself in this situation? It’s so awkward,” I thought and then turned to the screen and cursed my curiosity. I kept my eyes glued on the TV, not daring to look to his side, trying to think a way to escape this mess. I thought to stay for a little while and then tell him that I’m tired and need some rest. “That’s a plan that can’t go wrong,” I thought. I started counting time in my head as I desperately wanted to get out of this bizarre situation. It felt so wrong, I could feel myself blushing, watching a porn film next to a man I just met, as the moans of the couple on the screen were filling the room. After what seemed like ages, I decided it's time to leave.
“I think I... “ I said as I turned my head to Mr. Alex and then I screamed “... what the hell,” as I got the shock of my life. That dirty old bastard had his cock out and was stroking it. It was beyond belief that all this time he was masturbating behind me. I tried to stand up and run but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down. As I fell on the sofa he shifted on top of me and his body blocked mine. I was trapped.
“Let me go,” I shouted
“Come on Anny, don’t play play hard to get”
“How dare you? Stay away from me.”
"You agreed to watch porn with me... what did you expect?"
"Stop it... stop...let me go..."
“Just help me out here... just feel it, feel how hard it is for you,” he said and pulled my hand towards his cock and rubbed my palm across it.
“Nooo... What are you doing?” I cried out
“Only for a while... It will be over soon,” he said in a calm manner as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
In the same steady, calm voice he kept saying “just touch it” and he closed my hand on his cock so that I would grip it. I was dumbfounded from the shock of this encounter. In a sudden strange silence, my hand surrendered to his dirty will. He took advantage of the situation and used my hand to satisfy himself.
I stood still for a few moments, wondering what to do, watching my hand moving up and down his cock. I thought that if I could make him cum quickly maybe this ordeal would be over, so I tightened my grip on his cock squeezing it harder and harder on each stroke. Suddenly he tried to push his hand up my skirt between my legs, but I quickly grabbed his wrist with my free hand and stopped him. A few more strokes on his cock, he again slipped his hand between my thighs and tried to push it up my skirt and for the second time, I stopped him. The third time, he released my hand and with both hands he tried to spread my legs apart.
“Let me return you the favor,” he said, “you must need a treatment too”
“No, that’s enough,” I screamed
"Ooh, come on," he almost pleaded
I struggled against him trying to free myself, I tried everything to get out, but he trapped me with his arms and legs. My skirt rose above my panty line and his hands were all over me.
I was getting exhausted but I couldn’t just stop fighting. I pleaded him to stop but he didn’t. I kept fighting to the point that I lost all my strength. We were both breathing hard, trying to catch our breaths. He was behind me and slowly spread my legs.
“You know you want me to,” he whispered
“No, I don’t,”
“I bet you are wet as hell."
“No, I am not”
His hand moved lower across my thigh until he reached my crotch. I looked down at my feet, my breathing sped up substantially. I was both ashamed and astonished as his fingers made me realize that I was wet.
“Ooh Noooo,” I moaned, only to hear him groan “Ooh Yesss,” as he felt my wetness.
"I knew it," he said in a cocky manner
I couldn't say a word, I was paralyzed trying to rationalize in my mind what was going on. Taking advantage of my shock he moved around me and knelt on the floor between my legs. Then he forcefully pulled my skirt and panties off, leaving me naked from the waist down. Everything happened so fast that I don’t even remember how he got me totally naked. The next thing I can recall is his head between my spread legs and my clothes and underwears thrown all around the room. He wasted no time, as he quickly moved his head lower between my thighs and attacked my pussy with his mouth.
“Sweet sloppy pussy ready to be licked,” he said as he sucked and flicked my clit.
"Please don't, I am married," I pathetically protested.
“Mmmm... I can lick your pussy for hours... ” he said in between sloppy licks.
“I see that you like it too...” he continued.
“What the hell is he talking about?” I wondered and then noticed that my lower body was moving independently against his mouth and tongue. “So improper... so brutal...” I thought.
“Oooh, what is he doing to me?” I asked myself doubting that I was starting to enjoy his assault. I was raised with principles and values. I have never made love on a first date. I have never done it with a man I didn't have feelings for. On the other hand, I have never been forced before. I was feeling the pleasure increase more and more as he expertly tongue fucked my wet tender pussy.
“What is happening to me?” I literally screamed in my mind. Unable to hold back, a moan escaped from my lips and I felt my juices start to flow.
“I think you needed this more than I did,” he arrogantly said and in fact, he was somehow right.
“Oh... Oh...” I moaned as I felt an orgasm building, an orgasm that seemed impossible.
Suddenly he stopped and, to my shame, I wanted him to keep licking my pussy. Before I realized what he was doing and why he stopped, he was totally naked between my legs and I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.
"Nooo... Not that... Please don’t" I shouted.
I tried to push him off with my hands but he was heavy and easily held his body over me. Inevitably his cock entered my pussy.
“Oooh fuck... Yessssss...” he moaned
“Oh noo... You can’t.... Ooooh...” I moaned back.
“Oh my... What am I doing... What am I letting him do to me...” my voice screamed in my head.
But I was completely helpless at his mercy, trapped beneath his mass. With his body weight on top of me and his head on one of my shoulders, he slowly started moving it in and out of me.
“In and out... Feel it splitting your pussy...” he whispered in my ear
Thrust by thrust he began to increase his pace. He kept saying things, things that embarrassed me to the core but at the same time were bringing out my dirty side. I was getting unwillingly and unexpectedly turned on by this ordeal. Each of his comments was followed by my thoughts of denial.
“You wanted to peep on me didn’t you?”
“Oh my, I must control myself...”
“You wanted to see me fucking, eh?”
“I can’t show him that I like it...”
He lifted my leg and put my heel on his shoulder, hugged my leg to his chest and thrust harder inside me.
“You were curious to see my cock thrusting a pussy?”
“I can’t show him... No...”
“Here you are then... here you are... Take a good look now...”
“Ooooh my... I’m going to cum...” I thought and then a deep moan of pleasure escaped my lips.
“Yes... yes... you like it you little slut, eh? You like it... Say it... Say you like it... Admit it...”
“Oh no... I can’t hold anymore...” was my last thought before I started moaning loud, transformed from a bystander to a willing participant.
"Come on baby, cum... just give it up."
“OOOOH... I’M CUMMING... AAAARGH....” I grunted and my entire body convulsed as waves of pleasure hit me repeatedly.
“You horny little slut... you did it, you actually came!” he said, excited by my admission.
“Awww yes... Awwww...” I kept moaning on each thrust validating my participation.
Breathing heavily he stopped and laid down on the sofa maneuvering me on top of him. He thrust up as his cock was trying to find its way back into my pussy.
“Come on, ride me, show me how you fuck,” he said in anticipation and arrogance as if it was now up to me to take control.
There was no end to my depravity, I was way beyond stopping, unbelievably needy for more. I had to do what he said, this was feeling too good to resist. I justified it because I was forced, I could not be blamed for being forced, so since I was guiltless why not just enjoy it.
Reaching back behind myself, I grabbed his cock and guided it into my pussy. I mounted him, impaling myself on him down to his balls.
I was literally fucking myself with his cock in a frenzy. My tits bounced up and down with me as I rode him fast like there was no tomorrow.
“Yes... You doing great... Up and down... Yes... Feel my cock... Awww what a good slut you are...” he uttered while allowing me to keep most of the control.
I was moaning continuously, even his dirty talking was driving me crazy, messing with my mind and body. I couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was and how much I enjoyed riding him. My clit was rubbing against his belly, giving me shocks of pleasure.
“I told you... you needed this more than I did... You're good at this...“ he conceitedly said and then groaned “Aaaaaw what a slut”
Suddenly he lifted me off his lap, turned me around and bent me over on all fours. He stood behind me, and I felt his tongue once again attacking my pussy. Thinking back, I’m sure that he was about to cum by my riding abilities, but he wanted to hold off. He was licking me like a madman, and I was taking deep breaths and moaning constantly, not knowing why I was so turned on.
Shortly his mouth broke away, his hands gripped my hips and his cock replaced his tongue.
“I will take you doggy style now... All you bitches like it...” he said and with one thrust he slammed
his cock deep inside me.
He began to fuck me slowly but he increased his pace to a fast steady rhythm. Burdened by unwanted passions I was moaning and groaning in each thrust. As I felt an orgasm approaching I lost all my inhibitions and began asking him for more.
“Take it... Take it... Take it...” he moaned in each thrust.
“Yes... Deeper... Faster...” I moaned back
“Yes you bitch... Take it all”
“Don’t stop... Don’t stop...”
“You nasty little whore... You’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”
“Yessss... Aaaah... Don’t you dare stop now....”
“Nobody fucked you like this eh?”
“No... Ooooh.... Nobody....”
“Here... Take it the way you deserve it...”
That last comment blew my mind and pushed me right over the edge. I began screaming out as my climax ripped through my quivering body. For a few moments, I was almost oblivious of my surroundings panting and gasping for breath. Wave after wave of incredible pressure coursed through my body.
When I came back to my senses, I was lying on my back and he had crawled alongside my head pointing his cock at my mouth.
“Open it... Open your mouth...” he groaned almost in agony as he tried to feed his cock into my mouth.
Suddenly I became aware of what I was doing as the climax faded and I was conscious of the shameful things I did.
Looking up to his ecstatic face, I clearly remember the thought that rushed through my mind, “look at him... What have I done?”
And it got worse as he grunted loudly and started cuming all over my face. My lips remained sealed despite his attempts to invade my mouth, as I tried to avoid tasting his sperm. But I guess he couldn’t care less. He kept cuming and cuming pumping out his hot sperm at my face.
When he had finally emptied his balls, he collapsed totally spent onto the sofa. I took the opportunity to stand up and I heard him asking “Where are you going”
“I... I must go,” I replied gathering my clothes from the floor.
“Give me a few minutes and we can do it again,” he pompously uttered.
“No... Noooo...” I cried out and stormed out.
Having nowhere to go, I ran to the guest room and lock the door behind me. Guilt and regret was killing me. So many unanswered questions were racing through my mind.
“How did I let this happen?”
“Why I lost control?”
"Why I enjoyed it?”
End of Part 1
Part 2 at: http://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2016/04/anny-part-2-by-anny-t-illustrated.html
Part 2 at: http://reluc-wives-stories.blogspot.com/2016/04/anny-part-2-by-anny-t-illustrated.html
A good read. Well written and entertaining.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much
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super hot
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