Truckstop

He moved the hand that had been under ass up slightly, allowing him to use his thumb to press against her opening. Easy slow pressure against it, and her juices began to seep out following it down his thumb to the palm of his hand.

His tongue continued it's furious assault on her clit while the other hand massaged a breast, occasionally pinching her nipple. He continued getting to know the rhythm of her responses to him, and his various appendages.

When he felt her tensing up, he assumed she was on the verge of an orgasm and changed his actions slightly to prevent it, but not allowing her to go over the edge. Over and over, he listened to her moaning, feeling her tense up like she was going to explode, to change things up.
 
Just when Kira thought she might be able to get herself under control he had to go and make things harder by slowly pressing into her. Oh yessssss, just like that. Between his tongue, the slow assault into her channel and his hand on her breast, it became impossible to tell if she was coming or going.

It was maddening the way he constantly changed things up on her. One minute she'd be a breath away from cuming, and the next minute he'd either change speeds, slowly down when she needed him to go faster, or pressure, just brushing along her sensitive skin when a single pinch would cause her to splinter into a million pieces.

Again and again and again, he'd bring her to a fevered pitch and then stop. When she couldn't take it any longer, she asked in a breathless voice she didn't even recognize as her own, "W-w-w-whhhhhhhy?"
 
He looked up past her pussy to her face and said, "Wrong word, sweetone. Try please and see what happens, especially if hay it nicely."

He turned his face back down and captured her clit between his teeth. Holding it firmly he flicked his tongue across it over and over. He drove her to the edge again, and held her there while he released her clit. "Ask nicely, and you will cum harder than you ever have before."
 
Wrong word, sweet one. Try please and see what happens, especially if you say it nicely.

Kira nearly snarled at him in frustration as he tormented her clit mercilessly. Dammit why was he doing this to her? Why wouldn't he just let her cum? Using the bed as leverage, she pushed up against his mouth hoping she'd be able to push herself over the edge, but the sneaky bastard must have known it was coming and pulled himself up before she could mash her face against his tongue. Wannacumwannacumwannacum....

Ask nicely, and you will cum harder than you ever have before.

Whimpering when he released the pressure on her clit, her body trembled in need unlike anything she had felt before. Damn this was so much different from playing with herself. Why shouldn't she just do what he said so she could see if what he said was true? What would it hurt? He's going to do whatever he wanted to do to me anyway.

Her mouth opened and closed like a stupid fish out of water before she finally managed to push out a small "Please......."
 
"What Kira? Did you say please?"

He looked up and saw her shaking her head violently, as if she were emphatic in her agreement.

"He smiled up at her and while his lips brushed across her clit with each word, asked, "Please what Kira? What do you want?"

A frustrated, hungry groan erupted from Kira before she screamed, "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!"

He moved the hand that had been playing with her tit down her body as he lavished her clit with the tip of his tongue. The hand that had been catching her secretions moved down and he fisted his own cock, spreading her juices over it, slickening it for what was to come.

The fresh hand settled into place and he pushed a finger deep into her easily. He hooked his finger upward and scraped the top of her vagina until he found the particular bundle of nerves he was looking for. When he found it, Kira's body nearly jumped out of the bed, and he said, "Cum now for me," as he clamped down on her clit hard enough to send pleasure and pain both through her body, with pleasure far our weighing any pain from the nip on her bud.
 
He was going to kill her after all. Her body was so tied up in knots and the way he kept bringing her to near orgasm only to deny it was surely going to give her a heart attack, especially the way he pretended not to hear her please. Dammit I said please...

Please what Kira? What do you want?

She was so afraid he was going to keep denying her that she ended up emitting a low frustrated, hungry groan before screaming, "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!"

For a brief minute she thought he was going to punish her for screaming her frustration when stopped his deliberate probing and whimpered in protest. However, he kept licking her clit to the point that even her toes started clenching and unclenching. When he dipped once more in her wetness, her eyes closed in relief. Maybe he'd actually let her cum this time. Oh god, please let her cum.

The probing went deeper this time, breathlessly deeper, like he was searching for something. He touched a certain spot, and it almost felt like she had brushed across bare copper wire the way it set her body off.

Cum now for me

Like an exclamation point to his words, his teeth, lips or whatever it was caught her sensitive flesh in such a way that it felt her body was on fire. Mere seconds after his command, her body was erupting in an all encompassing climax unlike anything she had ever experienced and her voice broke on the resulting strangled scream.
 
He crawled up her body, his face hovering over hers. His cock was pressed between their bodies while he kissed her. He ground his hips down, forcing the ridge of his cock against her.

As her eyes focused back on him he whispered, "My turn."

He eased back and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. He pressed slightly and eased back. Barely more than the tip had entered her opening with the first press. He pressed again, slightly deeper, yet not very deep yet.

Over and over he pressed and eased, back and forth he went, each time easing a little more of his cock head into her. Then with a gasp from the two of them, his head popped inside her completely.

"Not so bad is it?" He asked.
 
The only thing Kira could think after she had the ability to do so 'was my God if Tommy had only done that, prom night would have been a totally different experience'. She blinked when he crawled up her body, his hard form pressing against hers before he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.

It was embarrassing really how much she had forgotten where she was and what had been going on as her body went through that climatic experience. She had completely spaced out on his earlier words, but they immediately came to mind as he ground his hips against her, making her aware of every single inch poking her stomach.

My turn.

Before she even had a chance to open her mouth to protest or to comment, she felt something breaching her opening. She braced herself for a sudden thrust, remembering how quickly and painfully things had gone with Tommy. It'll just be a minute, it'll just be a minute.

Surprised when he didn't just force himself inside, Kira felt her breathing grow faster and faster as he slowly pressed forward and back, forward and back. It was nerve-racking, nerve-racking and overwhelming feeling him insinuate himself and the resulting uncomfortable stretching sensation. The feeling grew sharper and sharper until suddenly there was a giving sensation that surprised a gasp from her lips as she was left wondering if he was done.

Not so bad, is it?

She shook her head, unable to talk as she fought conflicting reactions. Half of her was trying to pull away from the foreign intrusion, while another part seemed to want her to push closer.
 
So mother fucking tight he thought. The feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock was ... fucking incredible. She may not have been a virgin, but he could not have imagined a virgin being any tighter than she was.

He paused after getting the head of his cock into her, his mouth seeking hers out. He kissed her, his teeth tugging at her lower lip until her lips spread slightly.His tongue danced along her teeth, twined with her tongue for a few minutes while he settled down, and she adjusted to the intrusion.

Then slowly he began flexing his hips back and forth, pressing himself a little deeper into her with each stroke. Her hot wet tunnel clutched at him, and at times tried to evict him, but he was having none of that. This was what would turn her little by little, he was sure.

At some length he was buried in her as far as he could. The head of his cock was pressed against her cervix, and a good three inches or so remained outside her. Raising himself up, he looked down at where they were joined and he looked back to her, "You were right, it doesn't fit."

Then slowly he backed his hips up until the tip of the head was remaining in her, then he pushed forward, filling her again with a slow steady pace. He was in no hurry. He wanted this to last, to make her feel every nook and cranny of her cunt filled by his meat.

"Play with yourself, while we fuck. Make that clit sing with my cock."
 
It was too much... He was too big... This was never going to work!

The kiss he pressed to her lips helped distract Kira from the burgeoning panic that was blooming as her body wanted to fight against the pinch of his entry. She would much rather focus on the way his teeth caught at her lower lip than think about whether or not he was trying to split her in two.

Her mouth opened slightly at the unspoken demand, and his tongue quickly took advantage. She wasn't sure what she was thinking when she began to hesitantly move her tongue against his. There was no reason to be kissing him back, but for some reason she did and did it with an increasing eagerness that should have embarrassed her.

At some point he must have moved. She knew this because of the steady pressure that was building deep within her core. She knew it by the little gasps coming from her, gasps that could easily be moans if she didn't fight it.

She looked up as he raised himself up, and when he looked down, her eyes were naturally drawn down as well. She swore she could feel him clear to her tonsils, and he still wasn't all the way inside her. Her insides clenched at the thought, while something else niggled the back of her brain... Something she should be concerned about. More than being kidnapped by some stranger with anger management issues?!

You were right, it doesn't fit.

Kira would have giggled at his statement had he not pulled away slowly, making her wonder if he was giving up. There was no way he'd be able to get all of that inside her, but she still felt oddly disappointed. Then, it was as if he waited until the very last bit of his cock was just about out before he slowly rocked his hips forward, drawing a low moan from her lips and making her wish she could have swallowed it.

Play with yourself, while we fuck. Make that clit sing with my cock.

Her eyes widened at his words. He wanted her to do what? Play with herself? In front of him?! She couldn't do something that... She shook her head slightly as she protested, "No, please..."
 
He shrugged saying, "Suit yourself."

He pulled his hips back as far as he could until the very tip of his cock was barely inside her, then he shoved forward until he hit her cervix. Back again then forward. He watched as his cock slid back and forth, her juices glistening in the low light.

He was hyper excited and knew it. Trying to keep control of himself he reached down between the two of them and pinched her clit. "I am going to play with it until one of us comes," he said softly.

He could feel her entire body shudder around his cock as he bottomed out inside her.
 
Suit yourself.

Again, he started to withdraw to the point of nearly popping out, and once more he slid forward until the pressure was so great her bottom wanted to walk away. Slowly and deliberately, he repeated the process again, and a whimper escaped when he seemed to be at the deepest part of her.

She wanted this invasion to be over. She wanted it to keep going. Dammit, she didn't know what she wanted! This was taking so much longer than Tommy had taken, and the calculated way he was moving made her worry about whether she'd be able to move after he was done with her.

Something continued to bother her from earlier, but just as she thought she could put her finger on it, he reached between their bodies and pinched her sensitive nub, making her entire insides convulse from the pleasure-pain.

I am going to play with it until one of us comes

Her whimpers grew louder as he rubbed and flicked her clit while continuing that maddening ebb and flow dance he insisted on doing. Her legs were starting to shake, and she didn't think it would be that much longer before she'd be splintering apart again. If it was a race to cum first, she'd probably win that race hands down.

Cum!

Her eyes flew open wide, and her inner muscles clamped down hard on his cock as she realized what had been bothering her. What she had seen before, but not understood. Fuck - he wasn't wearing any protection!!
 
He was watching her face while slowly fucking her and massaging her clit. She was close to an orgasm when she locked up and her cunt clamped down on his cock like it was repugnant.

His eyes locked onto hers as he snarled, "What is it?"

She stammered, and before she got it out he understood. "Not on the pill?"

She shook her head and he smiled, "Fine, I will pull out before I cum, now relax and enjoy."

He sped up the pace of his hips. Faster with each stroke he pushed forward and pulled out. Driving one or both of them to bliss. He, at this point, didn't care if she did or not, he was set on getting his though.

She was so tight that every move within her was an amazing sensation. Her pussy clutching at him in one moment, and in the next trying to shove him out.

It was incredible.

He felt his balls tightening up and his cock expanding within Kira some more. He was on the verge of cumming and yanked himself out of her. Grabbing the base he stroked it once then harder a second time and the first volley fired out of him, splatting between her tits. He grunted his pleasure as he continued stroking it, aiming his cock at various parts of her body, painting her as white as possible.
 
What is it?

Between the snarl in his voice and the death stare, Kira was surprised she didn't burst into tears. As it was, it felt like the bottom of her stomach dropped out from under her, and it took her a minute before she could even remember what it was that she had been worrying about before he snapped at her.

Oh God, how did you tell the guy buried deep within you that you were flipping out because he was not wearing a condom? He had already proven that he was a risk taker by snatching her from the truck stop, would he really care that they were having unprotected sex? The icy look in his hard eyes made it difficult for her to frame her response, although she must've babbled enough that he was able to guess.

Not on the pill? Fine, I will pull out before I cum, now relax and enjoy. Relax?!?! Riiiiiiight...

At this point there was no relaxing for her. The sound he made as he pumped in and out of her was oddly reminiscent of Ryan's playing in the mud the week before. sploch sploch sploch. She laid there terrified that her worst fears would be realized, and he would forget to pull out in time.

When the first hot jet hit between her breasts, Kira gasped. Almost sobbing in relief that he had not cum inside her, she shuddered as the hot sticky spurts hit practically every spot on her torso from her neck to the lower part of her stomach.

It was hot, sticky and gross with the overpowering smell of a long day at the ocean. But… It wasn't inside her! Another relieved sob stuck in her throat, even as the little voice that so often got her in trouble wondered how that would have felt being pumped deep within her.
 
He collapsed to the side, next to her. "There," he moaned out, "I kept my word. Didn't want to though."

He raised up on one elbow and looked down at her. He ran two fingers along her torso scooping up a large dollop of his cum. He said, "Open your mouth."

When she did, he inserted his fingers into her mouth, scraping the cum off onto her tongue. "Like it," he asked.
 
There, I kept my word. Didn't want to though.

Kira shuddered at his words, wondering just how close a call she had just had, and then tried not to move as she felt the stickiness start to spread out. Oh gross... Wondering when she could clean herself up, she was puzzled when he dipped his fingers in the mess on her abdomen, thinking a washcloth would be faster.

When he scooped some up and told her to open her mouth, her eyes widened in shock, but she did so... reluctantly. Oh, please don't do what I think you're going to do...

Unfortunately, he did what she had feared as he basically fed her a healthy scoop of his cum, cleaning off his fingers by smearing them against her tongue. Her stomach rebelled at the taste, and while she was tempted to spit it out all over him, she didn't think he'd appreciate it. Grimacing, she swallowed and shuddered as it went down her throat.

Like it? Like it? Was he crazy?!

Her eyes dropped from his as she mumbled, "Salty..."
 
He snorted at her response as he rolled out of bed. He stood a moment looking down at her. Yet again he was amazed at her beauty. He reached over and plucked her out of the bed and carried her into the ensuite master bath.

The bathroom was much larger than any single guy would need. The dual sinks on the left wall had two feet of marble on either side of them. The toilet was past the sinks and faced a mammoth bathtub that would easily hold three. To the immediate right was a shower stall with four sets of shower heads, front, back, side and overhead. A small closet on the far wall held towels, soaps, and sundry items related to the bathroom.

Setting Kira down he said, "Shower then bath if you want, don't worry about the hot water, you can't possibly use it all."

He walked to the closet and pulled out a couple towels and a washcloth for her. He hung them on a bar that was on the see through glass of the shower and leaned against the sink counter top. "Yes, I am going to watch you."
 
Kira wasn't sure what the snort meant, and his face was back to its inscrutable mask as he rolled out of bed and looked down at her. Her natural inclination was to try to shield herself, but she forced herself to remain motionless feeling like a mouse trying to avoid a circling hawk.

Flinching when he leaned over, unsure what he was going to do next, she let out a little squeak when he picked her up like she was a little kid and strode across the room. She shuddered as the cum coating her middle shifted and oozed its way down her side, a warm reminder of what had just happened, and she was pleasantly surprised when he brought her into the bathroom and placed her in front of the shower.

Shower then bath if you want, don't worry about the hot water, you can't possibly use it all. Oh, thank God!

She about broke down in a fit of happy tears at the thought of a shower... a long, hot one at that. She could use that alone time to get cleaned up, her nose wrinkling as she noticed how far the dripping has gone. 'And maybe think of a way out of here,' she thought, ashamed of the way she had started to respond to this stranger's attention.

Yes, I am going to watch you.

She looked at him with a mixture of horror and disbelief before glancing longingly at the shower. She really didn't understand why he'd insist on watching. It wasn't like she was going to be able to escape or anything... yet, and she really, really wanted to take a shower, hoping she'd feel less... dirty.

Giving him another hesitant glance, she decided she could ignore his presence if she just closed her eyes and reached in to start the water. She had never seen so many shower heads in one place, and hoped it would help distract her from the fact that she'd be observed.

After confirming the temperature was nice and hit, she looked nervously over her shoulder one last time before slipping inside the stall. She purposefully kept her back to him as she let the water beat down on her, slowly removing the cum from her chest, torso and legs.
 
He watched as she stepped into the shower and the water washed over her. His eyes focused on her hair initially, as it got wetter and streaked down her back in warm ropes. As the water trailed down her back and flowed down the crack of her ass.

As she washed her hair the foaming suds flowed down her back following the same trails, and he felt his cock stir at the sight.

She had an easy languid movement that flowed from one movement to another with a grace that was hard to believe. There was plenty of room in the shower for the two of them, and he had every intention of joining her in there the next time she showered.

By the time she finished her shower, his cock was rock hard again, pointing straight out.
 
Despite keeping her back to him, it was a lot harder to ignore the weight of his unwavering stare than Kira had thought, but a few long minutes under the steady drum of water from so many angles helped. Once her hair was thoroughly soaked, she washed it, kneading her scalp as she mentally scolded herself for her behavior.

Why hadn't she fought him? She should have... she should have kicked... scratched... bit... Dammit, why hadn't she? Why had she just lay there? Had actually said please?!?!

There was no outward sign of her internal struggle as she set about to wash her body, especially the areas that had been coated with his cum. She had to remind herself to be thankful that he hadn't emptied himself inside her and that a little sperm on her skin was nothing to flip out over, but that didn't stop her from washing the areas a second time.

Eventually she was convinced that her skin was as red as her hair, the water still as hot as it was when she first started, and reluctantly turned it off. Turning around, she saw that he hadn't moved and still lounged against the sink. Keeping her eyes down, she squeezed out the extra moisture from her hand before snaking her hand around the door and snagging one of the towels.

Bending at the waist, she wrapped the towel around her hair before straightening up and tucking the end in to form a turban. She carefully grabbed the last towel and did her best to dry off before folding it around her body, wondering if he was going to let her keep its protective covering for long.

Taking a quick breath for courage, she stepped out of the shower stall and into the bathroom, looking furtively at her captor and almost slipped when she caught sight of his current state. Oh shit...
 
He almost laughed when she noticed his cock pointing at her hungrily. He almost was pissed off as well. Ultimately he decided on neither, but said, " Get used to it, I think I will spend a great deal of time in this state with you around. "

He moved to the lumen closet and pulled out another towel. Stepping into the shower he turned the heat up then soaked a moment. "Where have you applied to go to school at? " He asked as he lathered shampoo into his hair.

He washed efficiently wafting little time, she was too new and raw to trust he thought. Yes she was terrified of him and that was all well and good, but that was not true obedience, which he was sure that she would give eventually. And if she didn't he would be freed of her in a couple months. How he was going to pull that of without going to jail, he wasn't sure yet. There had to be a way, he just didn't know what that was my just yet.

He glanced out at her and said, "I want you to give me a list of supplies you need. Shampoo, tampons, whatever. "
 
Get used to it, I think I will spend a great deal of time in this state with you around.

There it was again... That bite in his voice that hinted at some sort of displeasure, and she cringed away from him as he passed by and she realized that he was going to take a shower when he grabbed a towel from the linen closet. She subconsciously sidestepped closer to the sink pressing against it in order to give him as much space possible as he returned to step into the shower.

Where have you applied to go to school at?

Taking care not to look in his direction, she fidgeted with the towel as she responded, "I was accepted to the university as a pre-med," referring to the state university. She readjusted the towel, making sure it was secure.

I want you to give me a list of supplies you need. Shampoo, tampons, whatever.

Pulling a face at the idea of being stuck here long enough to worry about that, she made a small sound as if agreeing just as she was suddenly struck by the realization that she might have an opportunity to escape, or at least call for help while he was stuck in the shower. There had been a phone on the wall in the kitchen. She could call 911 before he got out of the shower!

Looking in his direction, she began inching towards the door as she slowly rattled off a list. "Shampoo.... Conditioner.... I have to be careful or it will get tangles from hell... A wide comb... Same reason..."

The doorway got closer and closer as she continued, "A toothbrush... Toothpaste... Um... Female hygiene products..." She trailed off as she stood right next to the door and then slipped out when she saw him duck his face in the water.

Rushing through the bedroom and down the hall, her heart was beating like she was participating in a track meet. So close, oh my god, she was so close! She'd pick up the phone, call 911, tell them she had been kidnapped and didn't know where she was, and they could figure that out by the phone number, and...

Her steps faltered as she reached the kitchen. And he'll either kill me or move me before they'd ever get here... Her shoulders slumped, and instead of snatching up the receiver like she had planned, she sank into the same stool she had sat on earlier and waited, wondering what kind of trouble she was going to get into for her disappearing act.
 
He noticed that she had slipped out of the bathroom and for a moment had a fear that she might call the police. The fear that rose up from his stomach and caught in his throat tasted like bile, and he assumed that it in fact was bile.

Finishing the shower quickly, he cranked the water off and dried in near record time. He looked in the office attached to the bedroom and didn't see her, and the fear rose a little more. Padding down the hallway he approached the great room to see her sitting on the stool he had placed her earlier.

He looked at the phone and saw that the cord wasn't moving.

She hadn't called anyone.

He looked at her and asked, "So, why didn't you call? It had to be tempting."
 
Elbows resting on the counter, hands clasped in front of her as if she was subconsciously praying, Kira fretted over her captor's potential responses and wondered if she should try and sneak back in the bathroom. Technically he hadn't said she had to stay in the bathroom while he showered, so maybe he wouldn't go apeshit on her. Yeah right...

So, why didn't you call? It had to be tempting.

Her spine straightened at the sound of his voice, and she forced herself to swallow down the sarcastic comment that had risen to her lips. It would probably not be wise to tell her captor that his crazy ass temper scared the crap out of her, so she settled for a shrug and a soft "I don't know" even as she wondered how he knew she hadn't.
 
He scowled at her a moment. He was certain on some level that she had just lied to him, but had no way to prove it. Not wanting to dwell on it, he shrugged, "Okay then."

He went over to the living area and retrieved his laptop and fired it up. After inputting the password her pulled up a word document and turned it toward Kyra, "Type in your list."
 
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