Truckstop

Kira had just placed the half filled plastic cup down when he spun the stool to face him. With the counter no longer providing some semblance of coverage for her lower half, she fidgeted and tried to do something to preserve her modesty. With a careful flick of her hair, she managed to cover most of herself up, but she was horribly aware of the pink flush that covered her face, neck and upper chest as he looked at her.

Stop. Someone as gorgeous as you should be viewed as fully naked as possible. There is no reason you cannot stay naked here.

'Stay naked here?' she thought in horror, 'please tell me he's kidding.' She shook her head in denial, forgetting her plan to try to get him to bond with her. While she might have been comfortable with the idea of being viewed in her bikini at the pool, the idea of being buck naked in front of a stranger was appalling.
 
His appreciation of her body was evident as he looked at her. His cock strained against his blue jeans and with a twist of his hips he rearranged his package to snake down his leg instead of coiling up at his crotch.

He almost laughed at the apparent revulsion on Kira's face when he told her she was to stay naked. Then he got agitated at it. So much so that he had to check himself from slapping the little bitch into tomorrow.

"What? I am not good enough for you, you little bitch?" His voice was low, almost a growl as he asked the question.
 
What? I am not good enough for you, you little bitch?

Swallowing her apprehension as she watched at how quickly his mood changed, Kira shook her head again, her blue eyes filled with alarm. "No... no...," she answered in a tremulous voice, "I'm... just... just not... used to being..." She paused for a minute to swallow the lump of fear that caught in her throat as she looked at him as his towered over her. Gone was the almost congenial 'host' and in his place was scary guy who had stripped her in the first place. Her voice shook a little as she continued, "being naked in front of... well... people I don't know." She waited anxiously for his response, unsure how he would respond.
 
He pulled up another stool and sat on it facing her, his knees inside of her knees and touching them. "Is that so?"

"Well you are going to have plenty of time to either get to know me or get used to being naked. You will not wear clothes while you are here."

He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out in a steady stream as his eyes ravaged her body. What he saw clearly appealed to him as his cock stiffened in his jeans and snaked down his thigh. He leaned back against the stools back and let his eyes rest on her beautiful face.

"You might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. "
 
Is that so? Well you are going to have plenty of time to either get to know me or get used to being naked. You will not wear clothes while you are here.

Kira worried her bottom lip as her captor moved closer. She had always had a thing about people invading her space, and the way his knees pushed into her outstretched legs made her feel the loss of that personal bubble. However, based on his outburst a few minutes earlier, she had no intention of voicing her discomfort as there was no telling how he might react.

Feeling completely vulnerable, she felt every flick the cross over her body as if it were a laser. The way he'd studied her worried the hell out of her, although she tried reminding herself to remain calm and unthreatening. One month... Maybe two... and then I'm free...

You might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Dropping her eyes, Kira struggled to keep her expression neutral. Yes, she had always been blessed in the looks department, but only guys her age had made comments. Sure the last time she had visited her father's house, she had noticed double takes from some of his friends, but she had just chalked it up to their surprise over how much she had grown. To hear someone almost old enough to be her dad make comments about her appearance, to be casually looking at her naked body... Well it was borderline icky.

"Um, thank you?" she said hesitatingly, unsure if he had meant it in a good way or not. She was terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing and have him go off again.
 
He watched the emotions flicker across her face like an old reel to reel film. The two predominant emotions he could deficer were fear and revulsion. And that sealed it for him. He was going to either reinforce that to the point that it would be a struggle for her entire time with him, or change her mind about older guys. Or one older guy.

He stood, "Don't move," and he left the room. He came back a few minutes later and bound a bandana around her eyes, "Do not touch that."

He stood behind her resting his hands on her shoulders. "Tell me Kira, are you a virgin?"
 
Kira looked up fearfully when he stood abruptly, unsure if she had said the wrong thing, and sighed audibly when he merely said "Don't move" and left the room. Looking at the bindings securing her legs and one hand to the stool, she wondered if he had been trying to make a joke, but nothing in his demeanor had indicated that he even had a sense of humor so she shrugged it off.

Idly playing with the plastic glass in front of her, Kira looked up in time to see her captor re-enter the room, but not what he had in his hand. She assumed he'd sit back down and was surprised when he dropped some kind of material over her eyes and began securing it. She was in the middle of reaching up towards the material when she heard him say, "Do not touch that" and reluctantly dropped her hand to the countertop.

Biting her lip, she waited nervously, wondering why he had covered her eyes, feeling self conscious in her nakedness. She started when his hands came to rest on her shoulders, but it was his question that brought a small intake of breath.

Tell me Kira, are you a virgin?

Kira swallowed heavily as her mind frantically tried to figure out where this line of questioning was going. If she said yes, would he treat her differently than if she said no? Was being a virgin better or not? But if she lied, and he found out she lied, would that be worse? Licking her suddenly dry lips, she replied in soft voice, "No," wondering if the quick events on prom night really counted as losing her virginity.
 
"Good," he said.

He walked around the island to the fridge and pulled a strawberry from it. Placing the fruit on the counter he quietly shucked off his pants. Grabbing the fruit he walked back around to sit in front of her and gently ran the strawberry along he leg toward her pussy.

"Don't move your hands," he commanded. "If you do, I will tie them down as well."

He moved the fruit to the other leg and ran it slowly up her left leg up toward her crotch. Arriving there, he ran it down the length of her slit, just outside her lips and next to her thigh. He dragged it up again and across her pubic mound, just above the top of her slit, then down the other side.

Then he moved the fruit to her slit and ran it up and down her slit gently, causing her to squirm. "Don't move, I have more rope than you have ability to move if need be."

He moved it slowly up and down, his own cock stiffening more with each circuit of the fruit. As her lips opened, involuntarily probably, he began focusing the fruits movement on her hooded clit.

Using the tip of the fruit he moved it in small little circles around the hooded nub, and by the time she made her first gasp in pleasure his cock was as hard as hardened steel.

If he was proud of any part of his anatomy, it was his cock. He had a penis made for porn he knew. It was long, thick, and had a slight upward curve near the tip. He easily could fill a foot long hotdog bun, and had once in college when someone asked him to. Most pistol grips were smaller in circumference than he was, probably not as much fun either, he mused.

Grabbing her at the knees, he pulled her toward the front of the stool. He stood between her legs and allowed his cock to sit heavily on her stomach as his balls rested against her warmed up pussy.

"Take off the blind fold," he said, "And look at what I plan on fucking you with."

As she looked down, he bite the strawberry in half and chewed it slowly.
 
Good

Kira breathed a little easier when he seemed satisfied with her answer, but then started worrying about why her answer was so good. She strained to figure out what was happening on the other side of the blindfold, but outside of what sounded like the refrigerator door opening and closing, she couldn't tell what he was doing.

Flinching when she felt something cold run up her thigh, she would have batted it away had it not been for his command to keep her hands still. Her forehead scrunched up as she tried to identify what was touching her, but whatever it was eluded her despite the way it skimmed up one leg and then the other.

She was extremely conscious of the way the mysterious object moved closer and closer to her crotch, and she wanted desperately to close her legs and her thigh muscles rippled with the effort it took to stay still. 'Not good, this isn't good,' she thought as the object skimmed just outside her lips. It didn't feel like a finger, but it didn't bode well that it was getting closer and closer to her pussy, especially after he had asked if she was a virgin or not. Even though she had been steeling herself, Kira gasped softly when she felt the soft probing at her very entrance and tried to move away from it.

Don't move, I have more rope than you have ability to move if need be.

Taking a shuddery breath, she tried her best to comply, not relishing the idea of being made even more incapacitated, but it was difficult especially when it started flicking against her clit. Over and over, it circled her sensitive organ, much like she might have done in the bathtub. But this wasn't the bathtub, and it certainly wasn't her... But it eventually had a similar effect and she couldn't stop the soft gasp from spilling out.

His hands on her knees pulling her forward on the stool took her by surprise, but not nearly as much as the sudden press of heated flesh to her stomach and pussy. Shit! Please tell me that's not what I think that is...

Take off the blind fold. And look at what I plan on fucking you with.

Kira sat there frozen for a minute as his words echoed in her ears. She wasn't really surprised to hear him finally say it. Had figured that was likely the case when he had cut her damn clothes off and kept saying she wouldn't be needing them during her 'stay', but it was still different actually having it confirmed. Her hand trembled a little as she reached up to remove the blindfold, and she blinked in shock when she finally looked down.

"There's no way that will fit," she said aloud, recalling the difficulty Tommy had on prom night and he wasn't nearly as big!
 
He chuckled and replied, " It will fit fine, and once you adjust to it, everything else won't be as satisfying."

He took a small step back and grabbed the shaft. He raised and lowered it, rubbing the head along her slit. With his other hand he played with her tit and focused his attention around the areola. In time the two hands worked out a syncopated rhythm, right hand raising hus cock while the left caressed a circle around her nipple. Pushing down and the left hand pinched her nipple lightly as he pulled on it.

"It takes a little patience is all. When you are ready you can take it and feel like you never have before."
 
He chuckled and replied, "It will fit fine, and once you adjust to it, everything else won't be as satisfying."

A flush crossed her cheeks at the sound of his soft chuckle, feeling like he was laughing at her. She didn't care what he said... There was no way that was going to fit inside her, but even if it did, she contented herself with the knowledge that it would be over before she counted to thirty. Maybe less, depending on how long it took to work it inside...

Her eyes widened when he stepped back and gripped his cock in his hand, maneuvering it so that the tip slid against her center. Swallowing a shocked gasp, she looked on as he reached out with his other hand and fondled her breast. 'Surely he doesn't mean to fuck me here?' she thought, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of him gliding up and down her folds. It was almost hypnotic the way his hands moved, and her lips parted silently with each pinch and tug.

It takes a little patience is all. When you are ready, you can take it and feel like you never have before.

"And if I'm n-n-not ready?" she asked in a near whisper, remembering the sharp disappointment she had felt on prom night when Tommy had all but collapsed on her within seconds of his initial penetration.
 
"You will be," he replied softly but confidently. Letting go of his cock, he leaned over and kissed Kira on her lips. He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, his tongue swiping across her. He continued kissing her moving up to run his tip along both her upper and lower lip, trying to coax her mouth open.

While kissing her one hand massaged her tits, teasing her nipples until they hardened between his fingers.

His other hand dropped below until he reached her pussy. He ran a finger along her lower lips, pressing against her clit gently.
 
The confident way he uttered his softly spoken words gave Kira pause and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. She didn't want his attention - she thought he was nearly old enough to be her dad for Pete's sake, but there didn't seem like a way to avoid his fucking her given everything that had transpired. She wanted to fight him, but she'd much rather he didn't touch her in anger like he had before.

The kiss he placed on her lips was gentle enough, gentle, but insistent, and it was obvious that he wanted her to open her mouth in order to deepen the kiss. Had it been Tommy or one of the other boys from school, she wouldn't have thought twice at the unspoken request, but this was different... She wouldn't be able to stop him if things started getting too out of hand. Hell, she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to stop him period.

As the kiss went on, it was harder and harder to remind herself of where she was and what was really happening. There was a certain thrill at the way his lips moved against hers, nowhere close to the hesitant way Tommy had kissed her... as if she would break if he got too demanding. And the way his touched her breasts... There was no sloppy "tune in Tokyo" motions, and her sensitive nipples tightened almost painfully under his caresses.

She trembled on the stool as his hand trailed along her body, goosebumps forming in its wake. It was obvious where his hand was going, and she barely stopped herself from trying to clamp her thighs shut before he reached his destination. A small moan of protest spilled out as a sole finger traced up her slit heading towards her sensitive nub. Her mouth opened in a gasp when he gently pressed upon her clit, rolling it ever so slightly under the pad of his fingertip.
 
He felt her lips relax a moment during the kiss and knew with a certainty that the whole situation was not a lost cause. Breaking the kiss and removing his hands from her body, he backed up a half step.

His raging hard on bobbed up and down between them as he considered things a moment. Nodding to himself he freed Kira from the stool and took a hand in his. "Come with me."

He led her down the hallway to the back third of the house which was his bedroom, office, and bath suite. The room was decorated in rugged wood tones and a massive bed sat in the middle of the far wall.

Dimming the lights he led her to the bed. Once there her picked her up easily and placed her on it. "Scoot to the middle."

He followed her into the bed and pushed her into a supine position. He straddled her thighs, his meaty staff swaying above her hips and said, "I am not going to tie you down. Don't make me regret that decision."

His eyes trailed over her body hungrily and he found himself desiring this young woman more than he had wanted anyone previous to her.

He leaned over her, his cock pressing against her stomach. His lips brushed against hers as he whispered, "Understand? "
 
Confused when her captor broke away, Kira looked at him with a mixture of hope and dread. Hoping that perhaps he realized that how icky it was for him to be following this path, she waited nervously as he looked her over, wondering if instead she had done something to have incurred his anger once more.

Her heart leapt in her chest and started thumping rather painfully when he knelt down and began silently removing her restraints. His face held no clue as to what he was thinking, and she was left guessing as to what was happening next.

Come with me.

Telling herself that she couldn't have angered him as he wasn't yanking hard on her hand, she didn't say anything as he led her down a narrow hallway, although she dearly wanted to ask where they were going. Her eyes widened when they entered another room and she caught sight of the massive bed at the far side. Oh no...

When he dimmed the lights, she swallowed almost audibly, knowing that he hadn't changed his mind, hadn't found their age differences disturbing. Feeling a wave of panic building up as he led her towards the bed that seemed to get bigger and bigger as they neared it, she squeaked when he picked her up and placed her on it.

Scoot to the middle.

Doing as he said, she scooted away from him as quickly as she could, but he moved faster and had her flat on her back, stretched out on the massive bed before she could count to five. Her chest heaved with the flight or fight feeling that was firing throughout her body.

I am not going to tie you down. Don't make me regret that decision.

'Oh God... Why me?' she thought as she looked up at him with trepidation, her hands curling into small fists.

Kira flushed as he looked at her with an intensity that scared her, and she visibly trembled when he leaned over her and felt the press of hard flesh against her stomach. Her head moved instinctively away when his lips brushed against hers.

Understand? Understand?

It took a couple of seconds to figure out what he was asking her, and then she was shaking her head mutely. Oh yes, she most definitely didn't want to piss him off. His temper was way too scary. She could surely take a minute or two of his attention before he finished and left her alone. She could do this...
 
He kissed along her jaw until he got to her ear lobe. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled on it while he ground his hips down, pressing his hard cock against her body. With one hand he played down her arm until he reached her hand, and he twined his fingers between hers and pressed her hand up next to her head.

His mouth moved down to her neck and he licked and nibbled down to the hollow of her neck. His lips were hot, moist, leaving a trail of saliva on her neck. He paused a moment to blow along the line and he smiled as a row of goose pimples rose quickly and disappeared.

He kissed, licked, and nibbled his way across her neck then worked up the other side to the other ear lobe. He nibbled on it, kissed it, licked it, and tugged on it with his teeth gently.

He nuzzled against the side of her head and he whispered into her ear, "Despite yourself, you are going to enjoy this."
 
Kira had braced herself for the painful thrusting she was sure was getting ready to happen and was surprised when her captor simply trailed kisses along her jawline and then suckled on her earlobe. 'What is he waiting for,' she thought to herself, just wanting the entire thing to be over already, and she tensed up when his hips started pushing down on her, thinking it was getting ready to start.

She offered no resistance when he clasped his hand with hers and brought it up to rest next to her head, distracted by the slow, tortuous movement of his lips down her neck, kissing and licking, nibbling and even breathing. Holy shit that's hot...

Not understanding how she could find any of this even remotely arousing, Kira made a small, confused mewl of protest as he repeated the same things in reverse order on her other side. She squirmed a little under him, thinking it would be easier if he'd just get it over with instead of playing with her like this.

Despite yourself, you are going to enjoy this.

Shivering, she turned her head slightly as if to escape his whispered words. Surely she wouldn't... She didn't know him... Didn't even know his name. Again, she made a soft noise, but whether it was in protest or agreement she wasn't sure.
 
Kissed down her neck and along her collar bone until he got to the hollow space between the two collar bones. He took his free hand and caressed the closest breast. Starting at the soft smooth ununderside he brushed his fingers left the right, starting at the crease between book and chest.

Meanwhile he resumed kissing Kira's flesh working his way down to the other breast. Here he started at the top, kissing licking, nibbling and occasionally sucking hard, leaving an asymmetrical pattern of red marks.

Mouth and hand reached her areola almost simultaneously. His mouth opened wider and he sucked her tight nipple and areola into his mouth, tongue sweeping gently over the tip of the nipple. He seized the other nipple between thumb and forefinger pinching it gently at first and with each subsequent pinch applying more force until it was completely distended.
 
Relaxing marginally when he stopped kissing her neck, Kira's eyes fluttered when he began stroking one of her breasts with light, lazy caresses, and she barely noticed as his lips started moving again until they reached her other breast and it became apparent where they were headed next.

Remembering his whispered words, she started to tense up again, not wanting him to be right. He couldn't be right. This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! She couldn't like the way his lips moved against her skin as they kissed, licked and nibbled, and she most definitely shouldn't like the way he would occasionally suck so hard that it left her gasping.

She looked down in time to see him suck her breast within his mouth, and although she saw his fingers coming towards her other nipple, she still squeaked when he pinched it. Her eyes closed as his fingers tightened harder and harder on her sensitive tip, breathless at the strange combination of pleasure and pain.

"N-n-nooooo," she whispered in a breathless voice, afraid of the sensations he was causing.
 
He had to smile as he sucked hard on her nipple. Taking it between his teeth he rolled his teeth left and right a couple times while his tongue flicked lightly and quickly across the flat of her nipple.

He glanced up a Kira's face seeing the warring emotions flickering across her face like an old movie. His mouth slowly moved across to the other tit, and he freed his hand from hers to caress the tit he just left.

He now had two hands and his mouth working her pert tits. As he moved his mouth to the new breast the hand began to caress the under side of her tit, reveling in the smooth softness.

Soon he established an easy rhythm. Pinching, caressing, licking, nibbling, and kneading he sought to drive Kira to the edge of an orgasm focusing solely on her tits.

He could feel her increasing heat and wetness against his stomach and discovered a thirst rose inside him.

He began kissing his way down her stomach following her natural rise and valleys. Reaching her belly button he whispered, "Ticklish?" As his tongue pressed into the little indention.
 
Groaning when she felt her back actually arch up when she felt his teeth grind across her nipple, Kira struggled to get her wayward body under control. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! He was supposed to hurry up and get it over with, not feast on her body with licks and nibbles, and she definitely wasn't supposed to respond to anything.

Distracted by the way his mouth began working its way towards her other breast, she didn't notice when his hand slid from hers by her head and caressed its way to her other breast. She twitched with every pinch and tweak, and her startled gasps grew louder and louder with each lick and nibble. This wasn't the way it was suppose to happen...

Her breathing grew ragged as she felt his kisses began to move along her stomach, her core muscles flexing in response. She heard his whispered question of whether she was ticklish a heartbeat before he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton, and her sharp exclamation of choked laughter and attempted twist to escape was answer enough.
 
He tongued her stomach for a couple more seconds making her squeal in frustrated laughter. He left her stomach and continued down her stomach. He kissed along the swell of her stomach and his chin scraped along the narrow landing strip. Glancing down he discovered that is a glorious color of red, slightly darker than that on her head.

Her scent was heady. It was an earthy scent, with an undertone of something he could not put his finger on, but familiar nonetheless. His kisses trailed back and forth across her body, with each pass lowering himself ever closer to her honey pot.

As his mouth reached her narrow strip of hair he looked up at her, and watched the war going on in her face still. He smiled warmly at her before lowering his head again, resuming the kissing, licking, nibbling, and blowing across her skin.

He kissed along the landing strip, down to her swollen lips. There he licked along the outside of her labia and sucked it into his mouth as much as possible. From the top to the bottom of the right lip, then he switched to the left lip. At that point he licked off a tongue full of her essence and moaned into her pussy. He sucked each mouthful of the left side into his mouth, and used his tongue to flutter from end to end with in his mouth.

He looked up, his mouth right over her clit and he said warmly, "I will not allow you to cum until you ask me nicely at allow it. Otherwise, I will feast on you until I am content." He knew that with each word little puffs of air buffeted her clit.
 
Kira tried to twist and turn to keep his tongue from making contact with her stomach, but no matter which way she moved, he always seemed to be there, causing her laughter to ring out. She had always been ticklish, but this was somehow worse with it being his moist tongue versus fingers digging mercilessly into her sides. And unfortunately all of her moving only seemed to put his mouth on an express path towards her core, so close that she could feel his chin moving against the narrow strip.

Again, she marveled at the difference between Tommy and him. Marveled and recoiled. What the hell was wrong with her that she was tempted to raise her hips so that his marauding lips would find her pussy faster? Did she want to make this easier for him? She couldn't actually want to see what it would be like to feel his tongue dip into the wetness that she could feel growing between her thighs.

Their gazes caught just as his mouth reached the start of the small runway, his telegraphing his next move. She shook her head mutely, knowing there'd be no stopping him, but wanting to remind him that she didn't want this. Didn't want it at all. Yeah, like you're not the least bit curious to see what the big deal is.

With the image of his almost knowing smile painted in her mind, she groaned in protest as his mouth began its dangerous path to her pussy. 'Don't want this. Don't want this,' she tried telling herself as her breathing grew rapid and she tensed in anticipation and dread. Lying!!!! Look at how wet you are. You're going to soak the man's bed and he hadn't even reached your clit yet!

But he surprised her once more by not swooping in on her swollen bud instead treating her folds to the same intense attention he had given her neck and breasts. Her mouth open and closed with each swipe, lick and nibble. This was so much different from her sneaky self 'exams' she had performed in her bathroom and late at night in bed. She had never known how sensitive her labia actually was, how tugging on them would have the same effect as tugging on her nipples.

She felt his low moan reverberating through her and was horrified by the responding roll of her hips. Her eyes popped open when he began speaking, each syllable sending little tremors through her.

I will not allow you to cum until you ask me nicely at allow it. Otherwise, I will feast on you until I am content. Ask him nicely? Is he insane?

Confused, Kira wet her dry lips as she tried to make sense of his words. Not that it was likely it would happen, but how in the world did he think he could stop it if it did? But perhaps more importantly, did she want to upset him again? Her head still ached form where he had yanked her around with her long hair.

'What am I supposed to do?' she practically wailed in her head. She didn't want this, couldn't want it despite what her traitorous body was trying to say, but she could count on one hand the number of times her parents had ever raised a hand to her so violence of any type was shocking.
 
He lowered his head again. This time he worked her inner folds. He sucked the left one into his mouth and fluttered his tongue along it's length. The right one was soon to follow and while sucking on it slipped his hand under her ass and massaged it gently.

His tongue started near her anus and with a heavy pressure that lightened as it went up, he licked all the way up to her clit, where he fluttered his tongue across it several times in rapid succession.
 
Holy shit...

She moaned softly as his head dipped once more between her thighs, suckling and doing otherwise tortuous things with his tongue. Her thighs quivered, and she had to fight the desire to open them wider. 'Nooooo, can't want this. Have to fight it,' she thought in a panic.

Her moan grew louder as his tongue moved up her slit, exerting just the right pressure before backing off right before flicking across her clit. Her heels dug into the bed and she started to raise herself before she realized what she was doing. Breathing heavily, she tried to ignore the way his tongue danced across her poor nub, but it was so very hard when it felt so very good.
 
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