The Unexpected Lift

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Name: Missy Patterson
Age: 23
Height: 5'5
Hair:Light carmel brown layered down around her sholders
Eyes:green
Body Type: toned 34D cup long legs for a shorter female
Brief Bio: Missy doesn't really have any family left and just lost her latest job. She only has a few friends and is more of an introvert than an extravert.

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"Are you fucking crazy?" Missy yelled at her best friend Shelly and her boyfriend Dean.

"No." Shelly said

"Why else would we bring you with us?" Dean asked.

They had invited her to camping with them. They had told her it would be fun and it would help her unwind from all the stress of losing her job. So being the good sport she was she had agreed to come along. She had no idea this was the type of fun they had in mind.

"I am not doing this." Missy said with a firm resolve.

"Fine it's your choice either join us or leave." Dean said as if he couldn't fucking care less and Shelly was too busy gropping him to comment.

"Fine I will." Missy said and did an about face grabbed her backpack and started walking away from the camp ground. It was dark but she didn't care she just wanted to get the fuck away from them she wasn't attracted to females and she damn sure wasn't attracted to Dean why the fuck would they think she would do something like this. She didn't care where she ended up as long as it was away from them. Seeing a pair of headlights she knew didn't belong to Dean's car she decided fuck it and stuck her thumb out to see if she could get a ride out of here.
 
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The man was living alone... All alone in a wooden cabin deep in the forest, far from any inhabited area. His pickup could anyway make it on the rocky trails and allowed him to join town when he needed something he couldn't provide himself alone. And he had to provide a lot, even more since his mother died after a fall at a treacherous cliff when hunting a deer. So he was alone since years, but there were some things he didn't change in his way of life. Like his love for those green-eyes girls. That was something the man loved almost more than anything. But none of the green-eyed girls he had brought to his cabin had shown him the same feelings. They all screamed and fighted back at his gestures of love.

It was in the middle of the afternoon that he had spotted the three young people... Young? Well, the man wasn't even sure of its own age but he seemed a bit older than them ; his tanned and rough skin, his face not nicely shaved, his slightly greyeing hair, all was making him show older. So he had spotted the three young people. And the green eyed girl. So lovely. He fell in love... again! He took some time during the afternoon to watch their camp, their bad ways to install themselves in the nature. And the girl. Her skin. her curves. Her hair. And her eyes. He watched closely, hidden in the woods that he knew better than anyone else.

As it was getting late, he trailed silently back, hacing to make it to his cabin. He made his way to his pickup and took the road. And then... How could it be? There, the green-eyed girl! The sweet and delicious woman of his life! Her beloved one! She was hitchiking there on the side of the rocky road. He took his best smile, and stopped besides her.
"You goin somewhere, young lady?"
 
As the truck pulled to a stop a man asked her, "You goin somewhere, young lady?"

"The hell away from there." She pointed back to her friends' camp. "Sorry about the language." She said looking back at him sheepishly.

He looked a bit older but not too much and very rugged. She knew it probably wasn't the smartest thing she had ever done if she decided to ask for a ride but between the option of this big man wanting payment for the ride and her friends tricking her and betraying her then she would take this mountain looking man. "I don't care where I go as long as it's away from here. Think I could bum a ride?" She asked him.
 
The man gave her a braod smile. He leaned across the passengers seat and pushed hard on the door to open, which made a loud crack.

- Jump in! And there's no fucking problem with your speaking.

He watched her push her bag on the back of the pickup and then slide on the passenger seat.

- Welcome on board, did the man groan (still trying his bests mile).

he was still eyeing her while she was fighting with the door that was rather hard to pull. She looked really nice, pretty, cute. He felt a pang in his heart. And he caught her eyes. Her green eyes. It was like a spell cast on him, everytime he caught such eyes. He had seen a couple of girls with some like those. Almost like those. She had even more beautiful eyes, more bewildering eyes. his mind was already racing fast.

- So the way I'm taking is fine for you?

he asked this knowing that this rocky little road led only deeper in the woods where less and less living humans ever made it.
 
Missy placed her things in the cab of the the truck before climbing into the passanger seat. She was fairly small and had to struggle to get the door closed. When the door did finally slam shut she almost fell back into the man but caught herself.

When she caught his dark gaze with her green one something in those eyes seemed to pull her in she stuck her hand out never breaking eye contact. "Anywhere is fine and long as it's away form the assholes I left behind. By the way my name's Missy what's yours?"
 
The man was rather shocked at the question. He never had a real proper name. her mum used to call him "my sweet" with such an accent that he often answered "Weet" when asked about his name. And that's what he replied to her.
Knowing the road perfectly, he could look at her in the rearview mirror by positionning it in the right way. His gaze went from her delicate face down along her neck, All that bare skin revealed in the cleavage until her body was hidden under the light clothes. But he could make her curves through them. And down, her legs. She was perfect. He was feeling love, deep love, and she'll feel love for him too. Soon.

- Seems you're thirsty after your walk. Let me give you somethin' to drink.

The man stopped the car and stepped down. He moved to the back of the pickup and took a bottle form his stuff. very quickly, shielding this with his body, he put some of his little powder in it, his personnal receipt. Would be easier to bring the green eyes home if she was dizzy or even asleep (the final result depending on the girl, he knew not everyone reacted exactly the same way).
Then he went back to the driver seat and handed her the bottle of water...

- here you are... Missy.

And he tried his best and broadest smile for her.
 
Missy smiled and put a hand tenderly on the man's arm. "You're very kind Weet. Thank you for helping me out."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before taking a sip of the water he had given her. They were silent as he continued driving she only took a few more sips of the water but began to feel funny and capped the water setting it to the side. She looked over at Weet and he looked so lonely she thought and scooted closer to him laying her head on his shoulder as she began getting a bit sleepy and mummbled. "I think I like you Weet you're a very sweet man thank you for your help."
 
She kissed his check! She kissed him!!! She was in love, that's it! The man was really happy. He smiled. Or was it a grin? And later her head on his shoulder, and she said she liked him, she found him sweet. That was true, at last he had found his love.
- Take a little more water. You have to drink.

He drove until they reached the little wooden cabin in the deep of the forest. There he stopped.

- We've arrived, Missy. My house.

He stepped down and moved around his truck in order to open the passenger door. The green-eyed almost fell in his arms when she stepped down. She was so much in love that she held to him tightly. He grabbed her firmly and led her inside. She seemed to say some words, but the man didn't understand clearly ; she surely was saying how much she loved him. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her inside and then pushed her towards the little door at the back.
 
Missy had taken a few more sips when he had insisted but that was it the more water she had the more odd she felt. She heard him say something and the next thing she knew she was falling out of the truck. She clung to him to keep her on her feet. She wasn't feeling so well. She thought she was going be sick and told him so. She stumbled as he dragged her in what she thought was a cabin and urged her toward another door. She tried again when she was almost to the door and managed to get out. "Weet I think I'm sick my stomach don't feel so good."
 
The man pushed her on her bed, the had metallic with thin mattress and rough sheets bed. He pushed her there and clasped a leather necklace tight around her neck. The chain that came after linked the necklace to a really solid metal ring stuck in the floor. And he walked out of the room, then came back in just to put a bucket at her feet. Then he stood up, looking down at her with a grin.
- Welcome home Missy, we're gonna be happy together.

He left her alone and closed the door.
 
Missy was confused and had no idea what was going on around her but what she did know was that she was going to be sick and grabbed the bucket he place on the floor and began losing the contents of her stomach.
 
The man waited a moment, he spent some time outside of the house, letting his love adjust to her new house. He was so happy inside him, his heart was racing wild. The man took some nice blue flowers and made a little awkward bouquet. Then he came back in the house, turning on the light that worked on a self-made motor. And he opened the little dimly lifted room. There she was. It seemed she had thrown up in the bucket.
With a broad smile, he walked towards her and handed her the bouquet.

- That's for you my love...

He was waiting. Usually it was at that moment that her previous loves began to fight back, coming out of the effects of his powder. He let the bouquet, walked out and came back quickly with a little bowl of water and a towel. he handed that to her.

- To clean and refresh yourself, Missy.
 
Missy was a bit shocked when she finished throwing up her head began to clear. She remebered everything that happened to her. Her natual instinct was to fight back but she made herself stop and think about this. About that time Weet came in and handed her some flowers and left again. He had seemed so lonely and he seemed so happy that she was here now and even more pleased that she was calm. When he came in with a water and some cloth for her to clean herself she whispered, "Thank you Weet it's very thoughtful of you and I love the flowers."

As she began washing herself her brain began working double speed. Maybe being with him wasn't so bad he seemed like a simple man, not stupid just more simple in his wants and needs. She had always been a bit kinky when it came to sex, it ws what had gotten her in trouble earlier, but she didn't want to live chained to the floor. "Weet are you going to keep me chained here in this room?"
 
The man blushed when she said that she loved the flowers. No other girl had ever said that kind of thing.

"Weet are you going to keep me chained here in this room?"

"You have to stay here Missy. YOu can have your life here. Bed. Wardrobe there with clothes. I can come and change water and I provide food. "

He knew this was a test. For the previous girls had never been able to live long with him. They all tried to flee. They all showed him that they in fact didn't love him. Treacherous women! Missy had to be kept here to be sure. He knew that not every clothes in the wardrobe would be her size. They had all been kept from the previous girls, all styles of clothes. From their belongings, what they were wearing, what was in their backpacks. Clothes, underwear, there should be enough stuff for Missy to dress up and change when needed. And the man would make sur to clean everything when needed ; everything was already perfectly clean.

He shot a broad smile at Missy.

"We gonna be happy. We'll have the wedding soon honey... But for now, rest a bit. And perhaps you'll want to change, your clothes are dirty after your walk in the woods."

And he stepped out, pulling the door but not completely closing it.
 
Missy bit her lip and figured that he had, had trouble trusting in the past but she knew walking out of the room wouldn't solve their problems. He was kind and caring and far too lonely she wanted to talk to him and get to know him.

"Weet come back please I didn't mean to upset you. Can we please talk?" She called softly through the open door and waited to see if he would come back in the room to her.
 
The man heard her behind the door. She was begging for him to come back, her love was too strong. He knew he could go further from there...
He opened the door and stepped inside, looking her up and down.

- Missing me already, sweetheart?

He moved closer, taking his time to look her up and down, a deep inquisitive gaze that followed her every curve, almost tearing up her clothes with his eyes.

- We get to know each other better hun...

Walking closer, towering above her, looking down at her.

- Sweet Missy, ...
 
"Weet," she said kinaly looking up at him, "sit with me please." She patted the bed beside her.

He seemed to hesitate for a few moments before caustiously sitting beside her. She laid her head against him and sighed. "Weet you are such a kind man and so warm and very strong. I am lonely in my world too I would like us to get to know each other," She reached her hand out and gently took his. "But I wouldn't be very happy stuck in this room. Shhhhh," She said before he could speak. "I know you don't trust me Weet I understand all I would is if maybe you could keep the collar on me and leash me when you let me out so I could maybe go outside or other rooms of our house. It is our home now isn't it Weet?"
 
The man hesitated. She couldn't be trying to lure him, could she? Would she be treacherous like all the others. He switched their hands and he took her in his own, guiding it to his lap.

- You have to show me how much I can trust you, Missy. Show me well. Then we'll see.
 
Missy licked her lips nervously as he moved her hand to his lap and over his cock. While she was kinky she had never had casual or stranger sex but it seemed Weet wanted her to please him before he would trust her. Slowly She let her hand mold to his shape as he hardened. She had to admit she was impressed with his size and a bit hungry for it. She slowly worked on opening his pants and pulling his cock free.

"Weet before I do this I want you to know I do not mess with random people it was why you found me walking tonight My friend and her boyfriend told me to fuck them or leave so I left. I don't want you to think that of me Weet please." She begged she had always had a fear of being labled as a slut and she knew she could not continue unless Weet assured her he would not think ill of her.
 
- You're mine, you have to please me . I don't care 'bout the rest. It's just you an'me.

He released her hand and grunted as he hardened quickly under her touch. His cock popped out in the air and he felt her soft fingers on it, making his shaft throb hard.

- You and me, forever...
 
Missy leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips as she stroked his hardening cock. "Shh Weet I'm right here sweety I'm right here." It seemed as if something was adjitating him and she wanted him calm she hadn't meant to upset him at all. She had just wanted him to know she didn't do this for anyone. She was sure that once things settled and he became less on edge he would be a more together person than flitting about so much.

She moved her lips from his to his ear whispering softly "I'm your I'm here." She slowly bent down taking his hard cock in her mouth sucking gently tenderly. She was in no hurry to get this over with. She knew everything she had said was true.
 
The man grunted in delight at the touch of her mouth, so sweet and hot. He pushed his hips upwards to get inside her completely. His hand grabbed her hair and pulled her down. holding her tight on his cock.

- Yeah Missy you're mine forever...
 
Missy moaned and hummed softly around his hard cock waiting on him to release her head so she continue giving him head. She wanted to show him she would be there for him but he had to understand he couldn't force her. So she stayed motionless as he held her head down over his cock as it was enveluped in the wet warmth of her mouth.
 
The man felt her stop. He loved the feeling hosher mouth around his cock but she had to do more. He released his grip on her head, but kept his fingers in her hair.
- Show me how good a wife you are....
 
As he lossened his grip on her hair and stopped trying to force her she began to hollow out her cheeks as she slowly pulled back from his cock swirling her tongue around the head before slowly sinking down again and taking him down her throat humming softly in appreciation of him not forcing her and letting her go at her own pace.
 
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