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Authors name: Sandy Maddox
Story title : Hitching a Ride
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Hitching a Ride (mf, nc, anal)
by Sandy Maddox (busibeav@yahoo.com)
Edited by Kathy 10/99 (The Kristen Archives)
Melissa was upset, pissed off about yet another fight
she'd had with her live-in boyfriend. The last fight,
as far as she was concerned, she had had enough.
She had been in such a rage that she left the house
wearing a pair of tight black jeans, a black spaghetti
strapped tank top, and a pair of black slip-on sandals.
It was only after she had got a few blocks away from
the apartment that she realized that she only had
$4.55 and a half a pack of cigarettes on her, but she
wasn't going back for anything else. Not today, not
ever!
Instead, she walked to the side of the highway and
stuck out her thumb. It didn't take long for someone
to stop for an attractive woman. It was a man driving
a Chevy Blazer. He was maybe 30, muscular, dark brown
hair and eyes, rugged, cute. He asked her if she
needed a ride in a friendly enough manner and instantly
she felt drawn to him so she accepted.
"Where ya headed?" he asked.
"I dunno," she replied, "anywhere...any fucking where
but here!"
He smiled and looked her over. She looked nice. Long
blond hair, blue eyes, big tits, and a tight ass.
"So why's a pretty thing like you standing on the side
of the road, crying, trying to hitch a ride this
evening with nowhere to go in mind?" he asked as he got
back on the highway.
Melissa tears fell as she poured out her heart to the
stranger.
The man listened and offered her a bottle of Jack
Daniels that he had under the seat. She took it and
drank some. They shared the bottle as he drove the
highway half listened to her rambling on about her
life.
The other half of his mind was thinking about having
her. Having her in the worst possible way, he laughed
to himself. She was like many of the others, young,
pretty, great body, confused, and vulnerable. Just
what he needed, and soon he would be giving her just
what she needed, but didn't know she needed, not yet...
They had driven around for about an hour or so and she
was feeling a good buzz, he could tell. He listened
to her ramble for a while longer, while he wondered
what her pussy looked like and how wet and sore he was
gonna make it when he used her for his pleasure. He
would fuck her like she'd never been fucked before,
and when he was done with her she'd never be satisfied
any other way...he would own her ass. He thought.
Finally, he interrupted her and offered to let her
stay at his place. And since he'd been so kind, on top
of the fact that she had no where else to go, she
accepted.
With that he took off for his cabin in the woods, miles
from the nearest neighbors or town; he liked it that
way. It was a nice cabin, very modern, comfortable...
he wasn't hurting for money...he could afford to spare
no expense.
Finally they were driving down the long wooded road to
his cabin while Melissa continued to ramble; having
taken perhaps just a few too many sips of Jack Daniels.
He was getting more, and more excited as he glanced
over at her.
She was sitting with her back to the door of the Blazer
with her left foot propped up on the seat. Her legs
were open. He could look between them and see how the
jeans fit very snugly in the crotch. If he raised his
eyes just a bit he could see her big tits rise and fall
as she spoke.
She complained that every boyfriend she ever had was
an asshole, especially the one she'd just left, that
her job at "Joe's Place" sucked, that her parents
sucked for being a couple of drunks. That her brother
was a shithead for leaving her to contend with them
ten years ago when she was thirteen and had never come
back.
Yep, she was confused, more than confused - fucked up,
he thought. And soon he'd fuck her up...and down...on
the kitchen table...and anywhere else he wanted to do
it. She seemed almost unaware that they had come to a
stop after he pulled into the garage and opened his
door.
"We're here," he announced interrupting her.
She mumbled "okay." And he was already on his way
over to the passenger door to help her out of the
truck.
She slid out and leaned against him to catch her
balance. He could feel her tits brushing against his
arm as he helped her stagger to the door, knowing that
very soon he would have her out of that shirt and
those tight jeans. He grinned. He knew that she'd
fight some, they usually did, but he was hoping that
she wouldn't be in any shape to fight for long.
He opened the door and pushed her ahead of him, letting
his hand rubbed against her ass briefly. She really
didn't seem to notice any more than she had noticed the
fact that the door could only be accessed by entering
a security code, from the outside or once inside.
Once they were inside he grabbed her wrists and pulled
her to him, surprising her. She stiffened and resisted
as he pressed his body against hers, trying to kiss
her. She may have had too much Jack Daniels, but she
knew that she'd just met this guy and despite the fact
that he seemed so nice, she wasn't about to instantly
fuck him. She pushed him away as he moved his hand
from her waist up to her tits.
"Cut that out!" she shrieked.
He was grinning and leering at her now, as she backed
away. Suddenly she was very nervous, as he lunged
towards her yelling, "Come here honey." She resisted
his efforts to grab her wrists and pull her to him so
he pushed her up against the wall. He pinned her
there, pressing his body up against hers hard as she
yelled, "No!" several times.
Gaining the upper hand, he covered her mouth with his
and kissed her hard, probing between her lips with his
tongue as his hands moved to her tits. She tried to
squirm, to get free, to push his tongue out of her
mouth. Then she felt his hands grabbing at her big
tits. When he stuck his hand down the front of her
shirt she bit down on his tongue hard.
Now he was pissed.
"You fucking bitch!" he yelled as he slapped her face
and grabbed the front of her shirt, ripping it open.
She stood there in shock, holding her cheek, feeling
the sting that his violent slap had caused.
Gathering herself, she cried angrily, "You fucking
bastard!"
He tried to slap her again but she quickly shoved him
away from her, unpinning herself from the wall. She
tried to run for the door. He laughed and let her.
She grabbed the door handle trying desperately to open
the door, not realizing that it was futile.
He was right behind her, she could feel him as she
beat her small fists on the door and cursed it as
though this would make it magically open for her
escape.
Of course, it didn't and she threw herself against the
door in tears as she felt his hands grab hold of her
again.
"You ain't goin' nowhere, bitch," he snarled. "There's
no way out and even if there was, where ya gonna go?
We're miles from any damn thing."
And she knew he was right. She vaguely remembered all
the miles of woods they had driven by to get there.
He pressed his body against hers, grinding his lower
body against her ass as he reached his hands up to her
tits. He squeezed them and began pinching her nipples
as he whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, bitch!
You can't leave and I can do any fucking thing I want
to you and I will. And you can fight me all you want
if it will make you feel better, but in the end I'm
gonna win. I'm going to fuck you, to use you, to treat
you like the fucking slut we both know you are. And
you know what? Before I'm done, you're gonna love it,
beg for it, need it. You'll be willing to be my
filthy little slut!"
Melissa gave up in despair and she rested her forehead
against the door, sobbing quietly.
He began kissing the back of her neck, biting her here
and there, as she shook her head, crying, "I'm not a
slut and I'll never be your slut! Never!" She said this
as she felt her nipples harden. "You might as well
stop," she added, "I'm not going to give in!"
He laughed and said, "Bitch, you don't have to give in
and give me what I fucking want!" I'm more than
willing to take what I want from you. I don't mind it
at all. In fact, I find that some of you horny bitches
like it when a man takes what he wants. It turns you
on. Is that the way it is for you, baby, do you like
to play rough? Does your pussy get all hot and wet
thinking about how I could throw you to the floor,
pull your pants down, and force my big hard cock into
your wet horny pussy and make you come as I give ya a
good pounding? Does that thought turn you on? I bet
it does!"
Melissa wiggled and squirmed, but he was pressing
against her with his full weight. She could feel his
hard cock as he pushed it against her ass. She winced,
crying out louder as he pinched her nipples harder.
"Stop it! I want you to stop this, you sick bastard!
You really are fucking crazy if you think that I want
this!" she screamed.
He kept laughing coldly as she protested. And it made
her feel helpless and demeaned. She was finding the
energy to fight again.
He moved his hands between her legs and worked it into
her crotch, pressing up on it, and pushing her ass out
so he could grind his cock against it. "I sure hope
you love a good stiff cock up your ass because I sure
got one for ya," he laughed coldly again.
She was feeling more humiliated and angrier by the
minute. She put the palms of her hands against the
door, using all of the strength she could find, and
pushed back, surprising him. He let go of her crotch
to try to push her back up to the door, but she
managed to get away. She didn't get far before he
caught her though. He managed to grab the back of
her shirt and in the process got a handful of her
hair.
He yanked her back to him and hissed, "Alright, bitch!
You don't want to cooperate I'll have to make you
cooperate!" He dragged her kicking and cursing down
the hallway to his bedroom, watching her big tits
heave as he did so, growing more excited with each
step.
In the bedroom she was screaming wildly and inco-
herently now. He slapped her face, pushed her down
on his bed, and told her to, "Shut the fuck up!" He
yanked her arms and pulled her to the top of the bed
as she kicked and screamed helplessly. Let her use up
all her energy, he laughed.
He reached between the bed and the wall, pulling out
a thin chain with two wrist cuffs attached to it. He
quickly fastened the cuffs on her wrists as she kept
up her struggling.
"You mother fuckin' pervert! You freak! Get these
off of me!" she yelled wildly.
He laughed and ignored her as he reached down and
finished tearing her shirt off. Her tits were big and
firm, her nipples were swollen and hard. And they
were his now, he thought excitedly, as he grabbed them
roughly.
She sobbed, breathing heavily, and moaning as he
played with them roughly. He pulled and squeezed her
tits, pinched her nipples, and then covered them with
his mouth. He kept sucking them harder until she could
feel him using his teeth, biting on them. And she was
becoming aware of how wet her pussy was getting. She
hated admitting this to herself, but her body was
involuntarily responding to what he was doing to her.
She still shrieked and squirmed, but she was not
fighting as quite as hard now.
He moved one hand down her belly and found the button
on her jeans, popping it open, lowering her zipper,
and working his hand further down, towards her pussy.
It felt so good, though she wished it didn't. She
couldn't believe how he was turning her on. She tried
to suppress this thought as he stopped sucking and
biting on her nipples.
He saw her body quivering and shaking. He heard how
she was moaning. He knew it wouldn't be long now.
She might have one more burst of energy to resist him
with, but she was enjoying it, he could tell. After
this she would be willing to do anything to please
him. This thought made him smile and his cock grew
even harder.
He quickly pulled her tight jeans and tiny pink
panties down. Her pussy looked even better than he
had imagined, he thought, as he spread her legs. It
was shaved, except for a small closely cropped patch
of blond pubic hair just above her slit. It was pink,
bright pink, and shiny. Oh she was wet. This fucking
whore definitely wanted him, he knew it beyond a doubt
now. She obviously liked a good, hard, nasty fuck and
he was gonna be more than happy give it to her.
"No!" she screamed, "No goddammit stop! Stop right
now goddammit ... please!" She pleaded repeatedly,
weakening each time. He laughed as he put his hand
between her crossed legs and managed to rub her pussy.
She kept yelling though her tears as she felt him
shove three of his fingers into her pussy deep and
hard. She told herself to keep resisting, but she
knew it was over. Her screams grew weaker, her body
was so tired, and she felt him remove his fingers
and spread her legs.
The next moment she felt her body tense as the head
of his hard cock first pushed against her opening,
then penetrated her. He made her take it all at once.
One violent thrust and he was deep inside her moist
opening. Her pleas for him to stop could not be heard
as he began pounding away at her. "Oh yeah, bitch!"
he said nastily. "You like this, don't you? You love
having your pussy pounded by my hard cock, don't you,
you little fucking slut? You like being fucked like
a whore! After tonight you're gonna be my fucking
whore to use any way I want for as long as I want you,
aren't ya now?" he laughed.
She lay there, her body moving with each thrust as he
humped away at her. He had won, she was his. She
cried at this realization even as she began to moan
with pleasure. "I'm not!" she moaned as he pulled
out and rolled her over on her knees and elbows. He
grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her
asshole. He smacked it as she sobbed and tried to
pull away, but he forced her.
She screamed. He knew it had to hurt her, but he
could tell that she liked it too. He was going to
make her come, he could feel it.
She began fucking him back as hard as he was giving
it to her, unable to resist any longer.
He grabbed her hair as he rammed his cock into her
ass harder. "Don't tell me you don't like this, bitch,"
he hissed. "I can see that you do. Whores like you
always love this shit and that's what you are, aren't
you?" He yanked her hair a little harder when she
didn't respond. "Say it bitch! Admit that you love
it! Say it now, bitch!" he demanded twice.
She broke, she finally gave in tearfully to him.
"Okay," she cried, "I do like it. I admit it. I am
a whore, nothing but a nasty fucking slut! Are you
happy now?" She was panting as she thrust back at him
with each penetration.
Melissa could feel herself get ready to come as he
pounded her asshole faster. As she her orgasm began
to rush through her body, she surrendered. She gave
him all the power over her that he wanted and needed,
that she wanted and needed him to have.
"YES, yes, I'm your fucking whore!" she shrieked as
she came. "I'm nothing but your nasty fucking slut,
someone you can use however you want and whenever you
want because I'm yours, all yours...for as long as
you want!"
Hearing this was all he needed. Control was as im-
portant to him as sex and these words where like a
dream to him. Several more hard deep thrusts into
her asshole and he exploded wildly. He could feel
his come filling her interior, ever nook and cranny
of it as her body shook from the pain and the
pleasure.
Afterwards, both of them fell to the bed exhausted
but very sated. They lay there together covered in
sweat, breathing heavily, heat radiating from every
inch of their bodies as they came down from their
intense sexual high. Then slowly they drifted off to
sleep.
And Melissa stayed with him of her own choosing after
that night. She wanted him so badly she never even
thought about trying to escape from his cabin.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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