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BBW Related Stories / Fantasies / The Road Trip
July 11, 2007, 10:16:01 AM
Hello everyone. I am new to the forum and this is my first post. I hope you enjoy.
Censo ^v^
ââ,¬Å"Well, time to visit family againââ,¬Â, he thought. His request for time-off was approved and he completed all his tasks and cleared his schedule for the week he would be away. He consumed most of what was in the refrigerator throughout the week and whatever else left over which was perishable, ended up in the trash. He packed all his toiletries, a weekââ,¬â,,¢s worth of clothing, and a few gifts he thoughtfully purchased for family members. After loading up his vehicle in the garage, he performed a pre-trip inspection on his reliable rugged truck. The gas tank was full, all four tires reflected appropriate PSI pressure, and he just had an oil change and all the fluids topped off the day before. Driving glasses on, cell phone charged, he was ready to commence his five and a half hour trip, safely.
He already made the decision to take the back roads for the majority of the trip instead of staying on the major highways. This would save him precious time as he would avoid sporadic traffic jams due to major construction sites along the way. As he navigated through remnant rush hour traffic on a Friday evening on the interstate, he reached his exit. ââ,¬Å"This state road will get me across the state in about two and a half hoursââ,¬Â, he confidently exclaimed, as he had taken this route numerous times before.
Once on the correct path, the scenery began to change. The eight lane street reduced to four, and there were less buildings and businesses and more trees and open fields visible. He had left the city limits. Taking a gulp of cold water from the bottle he brought from home, he settled in his seat, turned on the radio, and set his cruise control to 5 mph over the speed limit, as the road was now completely open and free of congested traffic. With low, soft music playing and clear roads ahead, he simply enjoyed the scenery around him as time would pass him by.
An hour into his journey, the sun finally set. He turned his headlights on and dimmed his dashboard lights. Up ahead he observed dark skies, darker than usual. ââ,¬Å"There must be a storm up aheadââ,¬Â, he thought to himself, as that kind of darkness does not occur until later on in the night. Twenty miles later, he confirmed his suspicion. He could literally see where the rain began, like a curtain, and proceeded to drive right into it. Sitting upright from his relaxed position and disengaging the cruise control, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands for added control and directed all his attention to the road.
Of all the preparations he made for the trip, he omitted checking the weather report for where he would be driving. He quickly realized that he was caught in a typical summer thunderstorm with torrential rain. The falling rain was furious and was blowing sideways, making very loud noise as it splashed against the top of the truck and all the windows. Lightning and thunder flashed and rumbled the skies all around him. The speed limit was 70 mph, but he reduced his speed to only 50 mph as visibility decreased and driving conditions deteriorated significantly. He tried to pierce the rain with high beams and powerful aftermarket auxiliary lights, attempting to improve visibility, but to no avail -- the rain was thick, the wind relentless, and the skies eminently dark. He came to the chilling realization he was the only one on the road.
There was an instance where he thought of pulling over the side of the road and waiting for the storm to pass, but, heââ,¬â,,¢s a man, in a truck, and with brand new tires. No, he would continue to drive and make progress despite the driving conditions; he was brave. The small towns he passed along the way had all their lights off and were closed for the night. Even the gasoline stations were closed. ââ,¬Å"Damn, how many miles is this storm coveringââ,¬Â he said out loud. He had been driving in it for forty five minutes now and it didnââ,¬â,,¢t seem to be letting up any. Shortly after that thought, the truck hit a patch of standing water. Although he was only traveling at 50 mph, it was enough to send his truck hydroplaning. An indicator light turned on from his dashboard and he heard an audible chime when he felt his truck begin to regulate the throttle as it detected unstable terrain; it was the ATC, or Automatic Traction Control, trying to regain control of tire spin. But no luck, the truck began to veer off the pavement. Instinctively, he tried to counter steer to avoid going off the road, but it was helpless. The constant heavy rain and what was already on the pavement provided no traction whatsoever. The truck slid off the pavement and into a declined slope where he hit a patch of trees. The truck stalled as it came to a rest, however the impact wasnââ,¬â,,¢t severe. Upon inspecting the exterior of his truck, the only visible damage was to the right front quarter panel and a busted headlight. ââ,¬Å"This can easily be repaired by a body shopââ,¬Â, he thought. Everything under the hood was undamaged so he felt relieved knowing he can simply start driving again. With the muddy soil however, he would have to engage the 4x4 traction to make it out.
Drenched from head to toe from the still pouring rain, he made it back into the driverââ,¬â,,¢s seat and went to turn his truck back on. All his indicator lights turned on as usual but the engine would not crank over. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t make a clicking sound typical with a weak battery or inoperable alternator; in fact, it didnââ,¬â,,¢t make a sound at all. ââ,¬Å"Huh, thatââ,¬â,,¢s weird; everything under the hood was safe from the impactââ,¬Â he mumbled to himself, ââ,¬Å"why wonââ,¬â,,¢t you start?ââ,¬Â He tried turning the key a few more times and still nothing happened. His vehicle had become disabled and there was nothing he could think of to remedy the situation. ââ,¬Å"Fine, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll just have to call roadside assistanceââ,¬Â, but when he opened his flip top phone to make the call, the LCD screen showed no signal. He was stuck on a deserted road, in a remote location, in the middle of a still raging thunderstorm, and with no means of calling for help. The only thing he could do was wait for a passing car, flag it down, and hope that it would stop to help.
After sitting on the side of the road for nearly an hour, he finally saw a gleam of light far far away; it was headed his way. The ominous light grew bigger and stronger as it neared him. Out of desperation, he walked onto the middle of the road and began wailing his arms in the air to attract the attention of the oncoming vehicle. He knew this was risky as the potential for getting hit was great due to the poor visibility, but it could be a while before another vehicle would pass and he didnââ,¬â,,¢t want to chance it. To his delight, he observed the vehicle slowing down. He had been seen and the vehicle pulled over the side of the road. The vehicle was a white 80ââ,¬â,,¢s Bronco, which sat high off the ground and had huge bulky wheels. He thought to himself, ââ,¬Å"ha, redneck! ââ,¬Â¦ but I suppose this is what gets you around in these rural areas.ââ,¬Â He approached the driver side window and was quite surprised when he saw who the driver was, a female. She rolled down her window and exposed her face; pale complexion, stunning blue-silver eyes, long curly blonde hair, puffy pink lips, and by the curvature of her face and jaw line, he could tell that she was a plus sized female. Overall, a seemingly attractive lady he thought, for being out in here in the country. ââ,¬Å"Hi, thanks for pulling overââ,¬Â, he exclaimed, ââ,¬Å"my truck slid off the road and hit a tree but now it wonââ,¬â,,¢t start.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Are you ok?ââ,¬Â, she said. ââ,¬Å"Yea yea, Iââ,¬â,,¢m fine. I tried calling roadside assistance but I canââ,¬â,,¢t get a signal out here.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"You sure canââ,¬â,,¢t, there ainââ,¬â,,¢t nuthin out here but cow pastures and orange groves for miles and miles.ââ,¬Â She spoke with a southern accent as she chewed on a piece of gum. ââ,¬Å"I grew up with five brothers so I know a little something about engines, how ââ,¬Ëœbout I take a look and see if I canââ,¬â,,¢t start it up?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Are you sure, thatââ,¬â,,¢s asking an awful lot being itââ,¬â,,¢s so dark out here and storming.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"You didnââ,¬â,,¢t ask pumpkin, I offered ââ,¬Â¦ ââ,¬Ëœn besides, the nearest mechanic shop is 35 miles from here and they ainââ,¬â,,¢t opening ââ,¬Ëœtil tomorrow morning.ââ,¬Â He politely accepted her kind gesture and pointed to where his truck rested.
She navigated her oversized Bronco down to the tree line where his truck was and compared to hers, it seemed like a penny racer. She cut the engine off but left her headlights on. As she opened the door and climbed down the step bar, she reached for a cowboy hat and put it on. She wore tight blue denim jeans, extremely tight, which showcased her very feminine curves on a rather large derriere. Her top was a low cut pink shirt which barely supported her incredibly robust bosoms and she had long thick legs which were met by designer tanned leather cowboy boots. Despite her large frame, she was built solid, a voluptuous vixen indeed. ââ,¬Å"Pop open the hood, letââ,¬â,,¢s see what weââ,¬â,,¢re dealing with here.ââ,¬Â He did, and she propped the hood open on its stand. She expertly began naming the different engine components and checking each one for damage. ââ,¬Å"Well thereââ,¬â,,¢s no physical damage to any of these parts, she said in a sweet feminine tone, so it must be electrical. Come back to my truck and help me find a multimeter so I can check some fuses and the voltage on your ignition circuit.ââ,¬Â He was elated; this lady seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. He obliged, and made his way to the back of her truck. ââ,¬Å"The door sticks, so I need your help gettinââ,¬â,,¢ it open.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Sure, no problemââ,¬Â he said, and went to open the rear swing tailgate to her truck, which surprisingly opened with little effort. All of a sudden, he was violently pushed in from behind. Not having time to react, he bumped his head on the floor of the truck and was momentarily stunned. The next thing he knew, the rubenesque good Samaritan swiftly hand cuffed his right hand to a welded loop on the side of the truck, and then repeated the same with his left hand on the other side. ââ,¬Å"Hey lady, what the heck are you doing.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Shut the fuck up city boy, your ass is mine now.ââ,¬Â She straddled him, got within inches of his face and said ââ,¬Å"from now until I let you go, you will address me as Mistress, you understand?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"What?!!, are you out of your fucking mind? Let me go at once!ââ,¬Â he shouted. Whack! A swift and forceful slap of her hand across his face came upon him out of nowhere. ââ,¬Å"Now, letââ,¬â,,¢s try this again, from now on, you will address me as Mistress!ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"I will most certainly not. Who the hell are you and why are you doing this?, let me goââ,¬Â Whack, slap! Two more slaps to his face followed in rapid succession. ââ,¬Å"You donââ,¬â,,¢t call the shots anymore, I do! And you certainly do not have the right to question me.ââ,¬Â
With that said, she proceeded to unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscular hairy chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and then softly circled and lightly caressed his nipples. ââ,¬Å"Mmmmm, niceââ,¬Â, she purred and began moving down to his stomach. ââ,¬Å"Listen lady, I have money in my wallet. Just uncuff my hands and let me go. Take whatever you want.ââ,¬Â With a warm, inviting smile, she said ââ,¬Å"I must not be speaking your language today pumpkinââ,¬Â. She took the bubble gum out of her mouth, flattened it with her fingers and then stuck it onto his forehead. She giggled and then her face suddenly changed from sweet and charismatic to cruel and sadistic. She gripped a bunch of his chest hair with her right hand and yanked on it. He jolted his head up and let out a painful cry. Just as quickly, she slapped his face even harder. She then gripped both his nipples with her index fingers and thumbs and began to pinch, then twisted hard. He let out an even louder painful yell. The pain he experienced released adrenaline and endorphins into his blood stream and increased his heart rate. His breathing became more rapid and his core temperature began to rise. ââ,¬Å"You fuckinââ,¬â,,¢ piece of shit spic. What part of YOUââ,¬â,,¢RE MY BITCH, donââ,¬â,,¢t you understand?. You come driving through MY neck of the woods, your dumb ass crashes into some trees, I pull over to help, and then you think you can begin to give ME orders?ââ,¬Â Whack, slap, slap - a barrage of open handed slaps to his face ensued. His face now flushed red, raised slightly to say ââ,¬Å"ââ,¬Â¦.yesââ,¬Â¦Mistress.ââ,¬Â With a joyful sinister laugh, she said ââ,¬Å"now thatââ,¬â,,¢s more like it bitch.ââ,¬Â
She proceeded to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans from behind her as she grinded her ass and thighs over his abdomen. As she started to pull them down, she discovered that he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t wearing any underwear. ââ,¬Å"Ohh whatââ,¬â,,¢s this, no briefs?ââ,¬Â She cracked a half smile when she felt the manââ,¬â,,¢s thick, plump cock and delectably clean shaven balls. She pulled his jeans down his legs to the top of his black boots. With one hand on her hips and the other waving a finger in front of his face, she said ââ,¬Å"Hasnââ,¬â,,¢t your mother ever taught you not to go out without underwear? What if you were to get into an accident?ââ,¬Â Laughingly, she said ââ,¬Å"awww, you already have, but Iââ,¬â,,¢m sure THIS is not what your mother warned you about.ââ,¬Â The restrained man, afraid of saying the wrong thing, chose to remain silent. After a few moments, she said ââ,¬Å"Oh what, youââ,¬â,,¢re not going to talk now?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"I just donââ,¬â,,¢t want to upset you Mistress, please.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Too late asshole, now suffer the consequences.ââ,¬Â Still straddling him, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands and began to pull up. Her belly was big, soft and round with double fat rolls and light stretch marks. As she did, one of her breasts plopped out of her shirt and slapped against her body, as did the second one immediately after. Her breasts were huge. Her areolas were pink in color and must have measured at least 7ââ,¬Â in diameter. Her nipples were fat, erect, nicely textured and stood a good Ã,½ââ,¬Â in length. He was astonished to say the least. ââ,¬Å"What happened sissy city bitch, never seen a country girl with 42 GG tits? Well now youââ,¬â,,¢re going to get up close and personal with them.ââ,¬Â And with that comment, she lowered her upper body and compressed her huge breasts onto his face with her hands. He was instantly aroused at having such huge breasts in his face, so he went with the flow and started to lick her fleshy boobs. He was actually enjoying himself when he realized he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t able to breathe. He started moaning and shaking his head from side to side, trying to free his face from the heavy mound so he could catch any pocket of air he could, but she was on him good. He began moaning louder, afraid of asphyxiation, and she was loving every minute of it.
Finally she lifted herself up and he breathed frantically. He looked up at her and she had a devilish smile on her face; her enormous tits hanging a good distance from her body and swaying freely. It wasnââ,¬â,,¢t but 3 seconds later and she lowered her tits onto his face again. This time she wrapped her arms around his head and pressed down even harder. The pressure was so great that he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t even stick his tongue out this time to enjoy the pleasure of her erect perky nipples. As she squeezed her tits around his head like a boa constrictor killing its prey, she swiveled her shoulders left and right adding to the dramatic effect of letting him know she was in charge. She had stayed longer this time, and he again began to moan louder, but it was muffled under the mound of fleshy boobs. He tried shaking his head to free himself and began kicking his legs. He felt his heart pound even faster as he came closer to the point of suffocating. But she knew how much was enough, and when she felt confident that she had brought him to that point, she let up. Coughing, hacking, and wheezing, the man desperately tried to regain his breath. ââ,¬Å"Did you like that pumpkin? Was it fun having these big titties in your face like that?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"No, {cough}, not at all Mistress. You nearly killed me! What kind of sick fuck are you?!!ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Sick fuck?, well weââ,¬â,,¢ll just have to see about that.ââ,¬Â She dismounted him, laid down beside him, unbuttoned her jeans, swung her legs into the air and wriggled her big hips and fat thighs out of her jeans.
Censo ^v^
ââ,¬Å"Well, time to visit family againââ,¬Â, he thought. His request for time-off was approved and he completed all his tasks and cleared his schedule for the week he would be away. He consumed most of what was in the refrigerator throughout the week and whatever else left over which was perishable, ended up in the trash. He packed all his toiletries, a weekââ,¬â,,¢s worth of clothing, and a few gifts he thoughtfully purchased for family members. After loading up his vehicle in the garage, he performed a pre-trip inspection on his reliable rugged truck. The gas tank was full, all four tires reflected appropriate PSI pressure, and he just had an oil change and all the fluids topped off the day before. Driving glasses on, cell phone charged, he was ready to commence his five and a half hour trip, safely.
He already made the decision to take the back roads for the majority of the trip instead of staying on the major highways. This would save him precious time as he would avoid sporadic traffic jams due to major construction sites along the way. As he navigated through remnant rush hour traffic on a Friday evening on the interstate, he reached his exit. ââ,¬Å"This state road will get me across the state in about two and a half hoursââ,¬Â, he confidently exclaimed, as he had taken this route numerous times before.
Once on the correct path, the scenery began to change. The eight lane street reduced to four, and there were less buildings and businesses and more trees and open fields visible. He had left the city limits. Taking a gulp of cold water from the bottle he brought from home, he settled in his seat, turned on the radio, and set his cruise control to 5 mph over the speed limit, as the road was now completely open and free of congested traffic. With low, soft music playing and clear roads ahead, he simply enjoyed the scenery around him as time would pass him by.
An hour into his journey, the sun finally set. He turned his headlights on and dimmed his dashboard lights. Up ahead he observed dark skies, darker than usual. ââ,¬Å"There must be a storm up aheadââ,¬Â, he thought to himself, as that kind of darkness does not occur until later on in the night. Twenty miles later, he confirmed his suspicion. He could literally see where the rain began, like a curtain, and proceeded to drive right into it. Sitting upright from his relaxed position and disengaging the cruise control, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands for added control and directed all his attention to the road.
Of all the preparations he made for the trip, he omitted checking the weather report for where he would be driving. He quickly realized that he was caught in a typical summer thunderstorm with torrential rain. The falling rain was furious and was blowing sideways, making very loud noise as it splashed against the top of the truck and all the windows. Lightning and thunder flashed and rumbled the skies all around him. The speed limit was 70 mph, but he reduced his speed to only 50 mph as visibility decreased and driving conditions deteriorated significantly. He tried to pierce the rain with high beams and powerful aftermarket auxiliary lights, attempting to improve visibility, but to no avail -- the rain was thick, the wind relentless, and the skies eminently dark. He came to the chilling realization he was the only one on the road.
There was an instance where he thought of pulling over the side of the road and waiting for the storm to pass, but, heââ,¬â,,¢s a man, in a truck, and with brand new tires. No, he would continue to drive and make progress despite the driving conditions; he was brave. The small towns he passed along the way had all their lights off and were closed for the night. Even the gasoline stations were closed. ââ,¬Å"Damn, how many miles is this storm coveringââ,¬Â he said out loud. He had been driving in it for forty five minutes now and it didnââ,¬â,,¢t seem to be letting up any. Shortly after that thought, the truck hit a patch of standing water. Although he was only traveling at 50 mph, it was enough to send his truck hydroplaning. An indicator light turned on from his dashboard and he heard an audible chime when he felt his truck begin to regulate the throttle as it detected unstable terrain; it was the ATC, or Automatic Traction Control, trying to regain control of tire spin. But no luck, the truck began to veer off the pavement. Instinctively, he tried to counter steer to avoid going off the road, but it was helpless. The constant heavy rain and what was already on the pavement provided no traction whatsoever. The truck slid off the pavement and into a declined slope where he hit a patch of trees. The truck stalled as it came to a rest, however the impact wasnââ,¬â,,¢t severe. Upon inspecting the exterior of his truck, the only visible damage was to the right front quarter panel and a busted headlight. ââ,¬Å"This can easily be repaired by a body shopââ,¬Â, he thought. Everything under the hood was undamaged so he felt relieved knowing he can simply start driving again. With the muddy soil however, he would have to engage the 4x4 traction to make it out.
Drenched from head to toe from the still pouring rain, he made it back into the driverââ,¬â,,¢s seat and went to turn his truck back on. All his indicator lights turned on as usual but the engine would not crank over. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t make a clicking sound typical with a weak battery or inoperable alternator; in fact, it didnââ,¬â,,¢t make a sound at all. ââ,¬Å"Huh, thatââ,¬â,,¢s weird; everything under the hood was safe from the impactââ,¬Â he mumbled to himself, ââ,¬Å"why wonââ,¬â,,¢t you start?ââ,¬Â He tried turning the key a few more times and still nothing happened. His vehicle had become disabled and there was nothing he could think of to remedy the situation. ââ,¬Å"Fine, Iââ,¬â,,¢ll just have to call roadside assistanceââ,¬Â, but when he opened his flip top phone to make the call, the LCD screen showed no signal. He was stuck on a deserted road, in a remote location, in the middle of a still raging thunderstorm, and with no means of calling for help. The only thing he could do was wait for a passing car, flag it down, and hope that it would stop to help.
After sitting on the side of the road for nearly an hour, he finally saw a gleam of light far far away; it was headed his way. The ominous light grew bigger and stronger as it neared him. Out of desperation, he walked onto the middle of the road and began wailing his arms in the air to attract the attention of the oncoming vehicle. He knew this was risky as the potential for getting hit was great due to the poor visibility, but it could be a while before another vehicle would pass and he didnââ,¬â,,¢t want to chance it. To his delight, he observed the vehicle slowing down. He had been seen and the vehicle pulled over the side of the road. The vehicle was a white 80ââ,¬â,,¢s Bronco, which sat high off the ground and had huge bulky wheels. He thought to himself, ââ,¬Å"ha, redneck! ââ,¬Â¦ but I suppose this is what gets you around in these rural areas.ââ,¬Â He approached the driver side window and was quite surprised when he saw who the driver was, a female. She rolled down her window and exposed her face; pale complexion, stunning blue-silver eyes, long curly blonde hair, puffy pink lips, and by the curvature of her face and jaw line, he could tell that she was a plus sized female. Overall, a seemingly attractive lady he thought, for being out in here in the country. ââ,¬Å"Hi, thanks for pulling overââ,¬Â, he exclaimed, ââ,¬Å"my truck slid off the road and hit a tree but now it wonââ,¬â,,¢t start.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Are you ok?ââ,¬Â, she said. ââ,¬Å"Yea yea, Iââ,¬â,,¢m fine. I tried calling roadside assistance but I canââ,¬â,,¢t get a signal out here.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"You sure canââ,¬â,,¢t, there ainââ,¬â,,¢t nuthin out here but cow pastures and orange groves for miles and miles.ââ,¬Â She spoke with a southern accent as she chewed on a piece of gum. ââ,¬Å"I grew up with five brothers so I know a little something about engines, how ââ,¬Ëœbout I take a look and see if I canââ,¬â,,¢t start it up?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Are you sure, thatââ,¬â,,¢s asking an awful lot being itââ,¬â,,¢s so dark out here and storming.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"You didnââ,¬â,,¢t ask pumpkin, I offered ââ,¬Â¦ ââ,¬Ëœn besides, the nearest mechanic shop is 35 miles from here and they ainââ,¬â,,¢t opening ââ,¬Ëœtil tomorrow morning.ââ,¬Â He politely accepted her kind gesture and pointed to where his truck rested.
She navigated her oversized Bronco down to the tree line where his truck was and compared to hers, it seemed like a penny racer. She cut the engine off but left her headlights on. As she opened the door and climbed down the step bar, she reached for a cowboy hat and put it on. She wore tight blue denim jeans, extremely tight, which showcased her very feminine curves on a rather large derriere. Her top was a low cut pink shirt which barely supported her incredibly robust bosoms and she had long thick legs which were met by designer tanned leather cowboy boots. Despite her large frame, she was built solid, a voluptuous vixen indeed. ââ,¬Å"Pop open the hood, letââ,¬â,,¢s see what weââ,¬â,,¢re dealing with here.ââ,¬Â He did, and she propped the hood open on its stand. She expertly began naming the different engine components and checking each one for damage. ââ,¬Å"Well thereââ,¬â,,¢s no physical damage to any of these parts, she said in a sweet feminine tone, so it must be electrical. Come back to my truck and help me find a multimeter so I can check some fuses and the voltage on your ignition circuit.ââ,¬Â He was elated; this lady seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. He obliged, and made his way to the back of her truck. ââ,¬Å"The door sticks, so I need your help gettinââ,¬â,,¢ it open.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Sure, no problemââ,¬Â he said, and went to open the rear swing tailgate to her truck, which surprisingly opened with little effort. All of a sudden, he was violently pushed in from behind. Not having time to react, he bumped his head on the floor of the truck and was momentarily stunned. The next thing he knew, the rubenesque good Samaritan swiftly hand cuffed his right hand to a welded loop on the side of the truck, and then repeated the same with his left hand on the other side. ââ,¬Å"Hey lady, what the heck are you doing.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Shut the fuck up city boy, your ass is mine now.ââ,¬Â She straddled him, got within inches of his face and said ââ,¬Å"from now until I let you go, you will address me as Mistress, you understand?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"What?!!, are you out of your fucking mind? Let me go at once!ââ,¬Â he shouted. Whack! A swift and forceful slap of her hand across his face came upon him out of nowhere. ââ,¬Å"Now, letââ,¬â,,¢s try this again, from now on, you will address me as Mistress!ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"I will most certainly not. Who the hell are you and why are you doing this?, let me goââ,¬Â Whack, slap! Two more slaps to his face followed in rapid succession. ââ,¬Å"You donââ,¬â,,¢t call the shots anymore, I do! And you certainly do not have the right to question me.ââ,¬Â
With that said, she proceeded to unbutton his shirt, exposing his muscular hairy chest. She ran her fingers through his chest hair and then softly circled and lightly caressed his nipples. ââ,¬Å"Mmmmm, niceââ,¬Â, she purred and began moving down to his stomach. ââ,¬Å"Listen lady, I have money in my wallet. Just uncuff my hands and let me go. Take whatever you want.ââ,¬Â With a warm, inviting smile, she said ââ,¬Å"I must not be speaking your language today pumpkinââ,¬Â. She took the bubble gum out of her mouth, flattened it with her fingers and then stuck it onto his forehead. She giggled and then her face suddenly changed from sweet and charismatic to cruel and sadistic. She gripped a bunch of his chest hair with her right hand and yanked on it. He jolted his head up and let out a painful cry. Just as quickly, she slapped his face even harder. She then gripped both his nipples with her index fingers and thumbs and began to pinch, then twisted hard. He let out an even louder painful yell. The pain he experienced released adrenaline and endorphins into his blood stream and increased his heart rate. His breathing became more rapid and his core temperature began to rise. ââ,¬Å"You fuckinââ,¬â,,¢ piece of shit spic. What part of YOUââ,¬â,,¢RE MY BITCH, donââ,¬â,,¢t you understand?. You come driving through MY neck of the woods, your dumb ass crashes into some trees, I pull over to help, and then you think you can begin to give ME orders?ââ,¬Â Whack, slap, slap - a barrage of open handed slaps to his face ensued. His face now flushed red, raised slightly to say ââ,¬Å"ââ,¬Â¦.yesââ,¬Â¦Mistress.ââ,¬Â With a joyful sinister laugh, she said ââ,¬Å"now thatââ,¬â,,¢s more like it bitch.ââ,¬Â
She proceeded to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans from behind her as she grinded her ass and thighs over his abdomen. As she started to pull them down, she discovered that he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t wearing any underwear. ââ,¬Å"Ohh whatââ,¬â,,¢s this, no briefs?ââ,¬Â She cracked a half smile when she felt the manââ,¬â,,¢s thick, plump cock and delectably clean shaven balls. She pulled his jeans down his legs to the top of his black boots. With one hand on her hips and the other waving a finger in front of his face, she said ââ,¬Å"Hasnââ,¬â,,¢t your mother ever taught you not to go out without underwear? What if you were to get into an accident?ââ,¬Â Laughingly, she said ââ,¬Å"awww, you already have, but Iââ,¬â,,¢m sure THIS is not what your mother warned you about.ââ,¬Â The restrained man, afraid of saying the wrong thing, chose to remain silent. After a few moments, she said ââ,¬Å"Oh what, youââ,¬â,,¢re not going to talk now?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"I just donââ,¬â,,¢t want to upset you Mistress, please.ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Too late asshole, now suffer the consequences.ââ,¬Â Still straddling him, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands and began to pull up. Her belly was big, soft and round with double fat rolls and light stretch marks. As she did, one of her breasts plopped out of her shirt and slapped against her body, as did the second one immediately after. Her breasts were huge. Her areolas were pink in color and must have measured at least 7ââ,¬Â in diameter. Her nipples were fat, erect, nicely textured and stood a good Ã,½ââ,¬Â in length. He was astonished to say the least. ââ,¬Å"What happened sissy city bitch, never seen a country girl with 42 GG tits? Well now youââ,¬â,,¢re going to get up close and personal with them.ââ,¬Â And with that comment, she lowered her upper body and compressed her huge breasts onto his face with her hands. He was instantly aroused at having such huge breasts in his face, so he went with the flow and started to lick her fleshy boobs. He was actually enjoying himself when he realized he wasnââ,¬â,,¢t able to breathe. He started moaning and shaking his head from side to side, trying to free his face from the heavy mound so he could catch any pocket of air he could, but she was on him good. He began moaning louder, afraid of asphyxiation, and she was loving every minute of it.
Finally she lifted herself up and he breathed frantically. He looked up at her and she had a devilish smile on her face; her enormous tits hanging a good distance from her body and swaying freely. It wasnââ,¬â,,¢t but 3 seconds later and she lowered her tits onto his face again. This time she wrapped her arms around his head and pressed down even harder. The pressure was so great that he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t even stick his tongue out this time to enjoy the pleasure of her erect perky nipples. As she squeezed her tits around his head like a boa constrictor killing its prey, she swiveled her shoulders left and right adding to the dramatic effect of letting him know she was in charge. She had stayed longer this time, and he again began to moan louder, but it was muffled under the mound of fleshy boobs. He tried shaking his head to free himself and began kicking his legs. He felt his heart pound even faster as he came closer to the point of suffocating. But she knew how much was enough, and when she felt confident that she had brought him to that point, she let up. Coughing, hacking, and wheezing, the man desperately tried to regain his breath. ââ,¬Å"Did you like that pumpkin? Was it fun having these big titties in your face like that?ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"No, {cough}, not at all Mistress. You nearly killed me! What kind of sick fuck are you?!!ââ,¬Â ââ,¬Å"Sick fuck?, well weââ,¬â,,¢ll just have to see about that.ââ,¬Â She dismounted him, laid down beside him, unbuttoned her jeans, swung her legs into the air and wriggled her big hips and fat thighs out of her jeans.