Road trip

Warning - this story contains all kinds of naughtiness

It’s late, rather night time than still evening and we’re driving along a country road. You’re behind the wheel and I’m sitting in the passenger seat, drifting in and out of sleep. It seems to be impossible to find a good position for sleep in a car, however I twist and turn I always seem to wake up after just a few minutes of slumber. Funny thing about dreams, though, is that time seem to run according to a completely different schedule while one is dreaming - and right now I wake up while my mind has been busy with a very, very wet dream indeed. I press my thighs together hard and I can feel by the tingling that I’m wet. Very wet. A quick look at the dashboard tells me I can’t have slept more than merely four or five minutes, but in my dreams I’ve been involved in an orgy for hours and hours and I’m itching to get that orgasm..! I glance over at you, wondering if I’ve been moaning - but you seem concentrated on driving, so I’m guessing I haven’t given anything away. 

My choice of traveling clothes suddenly seem very impractical, the jeans are securely buttoned and there is no way I can relieve this itch without you noticing. I wonder if I could convince you to stop the car and let me move to the backseat, where I would have the possibility to touch myself without you noticing, After all, this arrangement with us co-driving is a practical one and has nothing to do with any relationship of any kind - and one would not involve a person who hasn’t shown any interest of the kind in the activity my body is craving at the moment. Had things been a bit different I could’ve just reached out and put my hand on your leg, stroking upwards, but… no. That would not be a sensible thing to do. I wiggle a bit in my seat. God, I’m so wet! Maybe if I could put my jacket over my knee I would be able to unbutton my jeans and slide my hand down my panties and, so to say, take care of business? 

I decide on asking you to make a quick stop along the road. ”Could we please make a very short stop by the road? I need to stretch my legs a bit and I’ve got to pee…” 

You look at me and agree that it probably would be a good idea to stop for a bit and maybe I could take the wheel afterwards?

”Sure” I say ”and would you mind stopping just anywhere, I really don’t need a proper bathroom, just anywhere along the street where there are no houses will do just fine.”

I figure that it’s going to be dark enough that I’ll only will have to get a little away to sort this out… and it won’t take long. I’d rather do this out in the (very dark) open than visit some stinky public restroom.

Very shortly thereafter you pull in by the side of the road. The forrest around looms pitch dark and the dim light from the car does not light up any more than maybe a metre or two. It’s pretty perfect for my horny plan, actually. I aim for the trees over by the side - but it’s really bloody pitch black out here. What to do? If I insist on heading over there I might stumble on anything hiding in the dark and that would kind of kill my buzz. I decide on just heading for that bench I can see just where the lights stop, it’ll have to do. You’re still in the car fiddling with your cell phone so your eyes won’t be able to make me out in the dark. It’s going to have to do.

By the bench I wiggle out of my jeans and sit back, with my legs spread wide. My ass already is getting kinda cold, but what the heck, this is going to be quick. I close my eyes and try to bring back that dream while I slide my right hand in between my thighs and straight to my very wet, very warm pussy. I can hear my own breathing getting heavier as I allow one finger to glide effortlessly into me and with two fingers on my other hand I start rubbing my clit. The sensations starts spreading immediately and I moan, it feels so good, I’m so wet and those foggy dreams is really, really naughty… I’m just on the verge of coming when a loud rumbling sound makes me open my eyes - and I realise that there’s a big bleedin’ truck coming towards me on the road and the headlights are so strong it’s bright as day… and here I am, with my fingers up my pussy. It’s funny how one reacts when things sort of blows up in your face… and by funny I mean that I do NOT do the reasonable thing and pull my jeans the hell back up. Nope. I just can’t stop touching myself. So close now, fuck that truck driver, I’m gonna come whether he sees me or not. 

…and I’m lit up like a freckin’ Christmas tree when I come, hard and long, on that cold wooden bench. In a haze I hear the truck pass me with a very indiscreet hooonk. I open my eyes and there you are, mere centimetres away from me. It’s now so dark again that I can only make you out as a silhouette against the dim light from the car behind you. I can hear laughter in your voice when you say ”You know, you could have just asked…”

I can’t really see you, other than the poorly lit silhouette with the dim lights of the car behind you, but I just have a feeling that there's a cheeky grin all over your face. Still breathing heavily after the orgasm. My bum is getting quite cold by now and when I get up to pull my jeans back up I bump into you. You’re fully dressed - the smart choice, by the way, because spring is nowhere near as warm as one would wish - but you have pulled your fly down and your erect cock is hard not to notice. I reach down and caress the inside of your thigh, up to the groin and let my fingers reach around you. Your cock is swaying slightly against my hand and it’s just so silky smooth to the touch… I take a step back to be able to bend forward and lick the top of it. My left hand is cupping your balls while the fingers of my right hand - the ones that smell of my own juices - reach around your cock at the very base, moving up and down your cock. I let my tongue swirl round and round before I separate my lips and take you into my warm mouth. You taste of salt and I take as much of you as I can fit into my mouth, sucking you deep and then pulling back up, licking along the underside of your cock down to your balls. I take one and then the other into my mouth while stroking your cock a little harder and faster with my hand. The saliva makes the friction non-existent and while still sucking your cock I reach down and pull the zipper down in my own jeans. 

When I let go of your cock you exclaim ”What the…” but I push my trousers and panties down over my hips again and turn my back at you, spreading my legs.

”Fuck me. Please.” 

You move in and with one hand on my hip you use that marvellous cock to stroke my wet pussy, down to my clit and back up. I try pushing back to make you come inside me but I get a sharp slap on the ass. 

”You be still.” 

I’m yearning for you to fill me up, but whenever I try to wiggle you inside I get another slap. I close my eyes and try my very best to be completely still. It’s tricky for two reasons. The obvious reason is that I am excessively horny and I would do just about anything to have you moving inside me - but also because the darn cold is starting to get to me, I’m shivering. It’s worth the effort, though, because I’m now rewarded when you thrust into my tight, warm, wet pussy. All I am and all I feel is now concentrated to the spot between my legs. I reach my hand down to rub my clit while you thrust deep inside. Every now and again I reach a bit farther, feeling the heat from your cock and caressing your balls. They’re tightening and your thrusts get harder and deeper. You grab my hips and push hard one, two, three more times… and then I can feel your hot cum deep, deep in my pussy. 

You pull out and the warm sperm is making the inside of my thighs sticky as I try to pull my jeans back up again. I’ve not come again and now my body seems to want more and then some. 

You’re getting back into the car, saying over the shoulder that you’ll drive for a while more. It’s a bit weird, you’re acting like nothing has happened and I feel slightly confused.

I try to quickly wipe myself at least reasonably clean with the shawl I’ve had around my neck, pull my jeans back up and get back in the passenger seat. You’ve already turned the engine back on and I’ve hardly closed the door before the car rolls back out on the road. Your jaws are set in a way that to me looks like you’re really angry - and I cannot for my life figure out why. I lean forward to turn the radio back on and give a yelp when you slap my fingers. 

”Ow!” I yank my hand back and glare at you. ”What was that good for?”

”You need to know your place.” you simply answer. 

My place? Need to know my place? What the heck is this?!?

I sulkily sit back and start rummaging around in my handbag to find the cellphone. Quickly as a bleeding cobra you snatch away my mobile and throw it in the backseat. 

”What the HELL?!?” I spin around to reach for my beloved cellphone and get a hard slap on my behind.

”You. Sit. Still.”

My heart is beating hard. I’m equally parts scared and excited about this turn of events. I have no idea of what just happened, but there is something about you being so dominant that turns me on… but at the same time it scares me. I haven’t seen you like this and for all I know you might have snapped and turned into a stone cold killer.

Just when that thought has gone through my mind you switch on the indicators and turn into a small gravel road leading away from the main street we’ve been traveling. There’s a cold shiver down my spine.

”Where are we going..?” 

”Be still. We’re nearly there.”

My heart is beating rapidly now. What the heck is going on..? A little off the road I can make out lights. There seems to be a cabin over there - and that’s apparently where we’re going. You slow down and stop the car. Without the engine it’s suddenly dead quiet. 

”Get out.”

”No… I don’t think so.”

”Slut, you just do what I tell you to do. Get out!”

I’m starting to feel really fucking scared by now. Is this going to be where I die? I still hesitate to obey, but you’ve opened your door and are heading over to my side. You yank my door open and reach in for me.

”Do I really have to tell you a third time, slut? Get your ass out of that car.”

I do as I’m told and step out of the car. The evening has turned to night and with so few lights around the starry sky is amazing. I can see a star falling over the roof of that cabin and I make a wish. Please, make this turn out to be a good night - and not my last night. I clear my throat and say silently

”Yes master. I will do what you tell me to do. I shall obey”

I’m rewarded with a quick reassuring smile from you. 

”Leave our jacket and your bag in the car.” I do as I’m told. 

”Now take of your sweater, your shoes and your jeans”

Again I obey. Standing by a dark and abandoned forrest road in the middle of the night wearing nothing but bra and panties - rather tarnished panties, I might ass - is making me shiver. The chilly night air is only partly to blame. 

”Take that shawl and tie it for your eyes.” You hand me the shawl I was using to wipe the mixture of your cum and my own juices. It is smelling like sex and it’s not exactly bendy anymore, but again, I do what I’m told. 

You grab onto my hands and drag me along. The ground is cold and grassy. 

”Two steps up ahead now” you say. There’s still a sharpness in your voice that I don’t quite recognise, but the anger from before seems to have gone. 

I can hear a door opening and warmth radiating towards me. I carefully take the two steps and now I am surrounded by that warmth. It’s a welcome change to the chill outside and it makes me relax a little bit.

”Go straight forward five steps.” I hear a slight crackling from a fire to my left and I can’t lose the feeling that there are more people in this cabin - but apart from that fire I hear nothing but my own slightly strained breathing. After the fifth step I stand still again. I think there’s a couch or a bed in front of me. Some padded furniture against my legs. I feel hands opening the clasp of my bra and it’s being pulled off me. Something cold to my hip and by the ripping sound and my panties falling to the floor I know it has to be a knife. I hold my breath and silently say a prayer to whatever divine force that is interested in listening… Please, please, please let this not be my last night alive.

A warm and surprisingly tender hand grabs me by the shoulder and turns me around. I still can’t see, but the shawl is not blocking everything out and I think I can make out two - or three? - shapes. Still nobody is saying anything, but I think I hear more persons breathing over my own breaths. 

The hand on my shoulder is gliding to my neck and then down. Somebody is fondling my breasts and other hands are caressing my behind. I can feel someone’s hot breath on the inside of my legs. Hands are carefully easing me down on the bed, stroking up from my feet, very slowly. There are at least four… no! five hands on my body. I don’t know if there are men or women, but the hands obviously belong to persons who know how to give pleasure to a female body. My hands are lifted over my head and my legs are spread wide. I can feel a body between my thighs and without further ado there’s tongue lapping my pussy. Hands on my bum is lifting my hips into a better position and I gasp as that person plunges a wet tongue into me. I can feel something hard and smooth on my cheek and turn my head slightly to the right to take a cock in between my lips. There are hands all over me, stroking, caressing and that expert mouth on my pussy is intensified and I come. The groan from me is partly suffocated by the hard cock in my mouth and the head between my legs disappears and is replaced by another hard cock sliding slowly in and out, back and forth. It’s hard to concentrate to suck that cock with so many sensations at once and my hands suddenly gets occupied by a very wet and very smooth pussy. She’s rubbing against my hands and I try to rub her clit. The cock in my pussy is pounding harder and there’s a distinct saltiness in my mouth - I think this one is coming soon. The pussy by my hands press down hard on the palm of my hand and yet another cock is pushing inside her. My head is spinning - how many persons ARE there in this cabin? Everybody’s still pretty much completely silent apart from a sigh or a grunt every now and then. The crackling from the fire still is the loudest sound in the room. The person fucking my mouth pulls out and I can feel warm cum squirting over my tits. That cock is replaced by two soft breasts and I come again, harder and longer than I thought possible. The cock in my pussy pounds into me hard two more times and then there’s more cum on my breasts and somebody stroking the cum over my tits and tummy. The girl attached to the soft tits in my face sighs and I can feel her cramping. The cock pulls out of her and once again I get sperm shooting over my face, neck and breasts.

I lie there panting and the bed is moving, persons getting out of it. The door opens and there’s a cold draft. I’m now alone in the bed, still with the shawl tied over my eyes when I hear your voice. 

”You may now remove the blindfold.”

I do so and blink in the firelight in the cabin. You are sitting on a chair over by the window, still fully dressed. You smile.

”You’ve been a good little slut. I might just reward you again if you keep obeying.”

I’m startled to realise you weren’t one of the persons fucking me just now - and that you’ve obviously have been watching it all. There’s a three pod beside your chair and a camera. Not only have you been watching - you’ve apparently been recording it as well. Again I’m torn between being two very strong feelings. For one being really freckin’ upset that you’d DO something like that… and then there’s a tingling feeling of excitement that the incredible pleasure I’ve just experienced has been saved. 

I start to get up from the bed, but you stop me with a harsh 

”No! Get down on your knees and get over here.”

I hesitate. It feels degrading to be ordered about to do something like this - but on the same time it is arousing. The feminist in me is raging, but the part of me that kind of enjoys this game by now is stronger and I obediently get down on my hands and knees, making my way over to you by the window. I am completely naked and I’ve got three mens cum all over me - and my hands smell of another woman. The scent of sex is very strong and I like it. For this reason I’m slightly disappointed when you tell me to go wash up in the nearby room, but obviously I do as I’m told. There’s a old-fashioned bowl and the water is freezing cold. I use the washcloth that’s folded by the bowl to clean up as well as I can during the circumstances, trying to comb the sperm out of my hair and I wash my mouth. My nipples are so erect it’s almost painful, a mixture of excitement and the cold. I cup my breasts and feel the weight. I am really pleased with these two puppies, they’re two of my best features, according to myself. I let my hands slide up over the nipples, feeling the hard knob in my palm when there’s a loud clash and I virtually jump when I realise that you’re standing in the doorway with a belt in your hands. Since my skin has gone a bit numb from the cold water it takes a fraction of a second before the sting from where the belt hit my naked ass reaches my brain. 

”I’ve not told you to touch yourself, have I?” you say with a voice that sounds dangerously calm. ”You are to do what I say, when I say. If you disobey I will punish you in whatever way I see fit. Are we clear?”

”Yes! Sorry…”

”It’s Yes master and sorry master” you say and rise the hand with the belt.

”Yes Master! Sorry Master!” 

It’s obviously too late and the belt flash through the room, connecting with my ass with a loud snap. 

”Get over to the wall and stand with your hands to the wall over your head and spread your legs.” you say. ”You need to be taught a lesson.”

I do as I’m told and I shiver with equal parts fear and excitement. The first slap hits me over the back of my thighs. The next on my right ass cheek. 

”Arch your back!” 

I obey and push my ass further out. Another hit of the belt lands on the back of my thigh and the end of the belt sneaks in between my legs. The floor is squeaking under your feet as you step closer. This time it’s your hand that lands a slap on my ass. You leave your hand against my skin and slide it around my bum and in between my spread legs. Your fingers glide along my wet pussy and you push one finger inside me. With your index finger you start rubbing my clitoris. I moan - and get a hard slap from your free hand. One, two, three hard slaps land in a quick sequence while you still rub my clit and now push another finger inside my wet pussy. My senses are on the verge of short circuit - the pain and the pleasure so tightly woven together I don’t know where one ends and the other starts. It’s wonderfully excruciating. I’m panting by now and I’m making strange sounds that if I didn’t know came from me, I’d guess it was some animal. 

”You need to be completely silent - or I will stop.” you say and your hands disappear from my body. 

”Yes Master, sorry Master” I gasp and I press my lips together not to let another sound escape. I get five hard slaps on my ass and over the back of my thighs and then your hand is back on my pussy, pushing fingers inside while rubbing my clitoris. I suffocate the moan and sighs that’s building inside and the effort of keeping so still and silent makes me so extremely aware of your touches. You’re holding back on the slapping and are now concentrating on my pussy. I would sell my soul for your cock inside me now, but I don’t dare say it for fear that you’ll stop again and the tension has reached its peak - I’m arching my back even more and my pussy is cramping, I am coming so, so hard while holding my breath, can’t make a sound… 

The muscles in my legs give out and I’m sinking down to the floor. My forehead is resting against the wall. It feels like the bones in my body has turned liquid. Possibly champagne, judging by the tingling. 

It takes me a couple of minutes to get my heart rate back to in the vicinity of normal and to still my breath. My legs feel wobbly, but when you gesture for me to get up I do. With one hand to the wall, to keep steady, I get to my feet. I glance at you, but you tell me to keep my eyes to the floor and to follow you two steps behind. Normally I wouldn’t dream of taking orders like this, but right now it feels right and logical and just plain the right thing to do. 

With my gaze nailed to the floor boards I follow you back into the main room. The lights from the flames throw a reddish light over the bed where there’s a woman stretched out. She smiles at me and I wonder to myself if this is the same girl whose juices were all over my hands. I have a feeling I might find out soon. 

The woman on the bed tilts her head and pushes the blanket covering her body aside. She’s in the nude and to be honest - by now I didn’t expect anything else. Her boobs are small and she pinches her nipples, almost idly, like she is bored and has nothing better to do. 

Your hand at the small of the back is pushing me forward to the bed. I hesitate.

”What do you want me to do, Master?”

”For the moment I want you to do what you THINK I want you to do. If you guess right, I will reward you. If you guess wrong, however…”

I take a step closer to the bed. She smiles encouraging at me and I put one knee and then the other on the bed. The woman looks at me, waiting for me to make a move. 

I reach for her, but then reconsider. There’s a small bottle by the side of the bed that just caught my eye.

”Would you please roll over for me? To your stomach.”

She immediately turns on her tummy while I grab that bottle and unscrew it. I pour some of the content in the palm of my hand and it seems I was right. It is oil and pretty much any oil will do as massage oil. 

I rub my oily hands together to warm them up and straddle her bum. When I’m satisfied that my hands are warm enough I lean forward and start massaging her back. I slide my thumbs along her back, alternating the pressure. She sighs and seem rather content with the massage. I keep it going, massaging her back, neck and arms. I then turn around so I’m facing her bum and legs. I reach down so my breasts are touching the backside of her thighs and start massaging her calfs. I work upward and work her thighs with firm hands. I’m rocking back and forth, pressing down on the back of her legs when I reach forward and on the same time I feel my own wet pussy pressing down on her back. When I rock back up I let my hands slide on the inside of her legs, turning up a little before her pussy. She’s spreading her legs wider, aching to get more accessible  - but no, not yet, fair lady… Her ass gets a firm massage, like kneading a very sexy dough.

I get off her and tell her to roll over to her back. She does so very quickly and she’s breathing heavily. I move up to her head kneeling by her head with one thigh on each side of her head. Her hair is swaying softly against my wet pussy and I know that her hair will smell of my juices afterwards. I start off massaging her shoulders and the chest above her tits. I then lean a little forward and stroke her tummy, avoiding those perky boobs. She’s groaning by now, wiggling a bit trying to make me touch her. I let my hands follow the line of her hips, my thumb on the stomach and my fingers rounding down to her ass. By now I’m not able to reach without rising up from my position at her head and my wet pussy now hover directly over her face. She’s obviously had enough of the teasing now, because she grabs on to my ass and force my pussy down over her face. I can feel her lips against my pussy lips and I do the same for her. I ease down to my elbows and reach my hands around her thighs from the outside and spread her legs wider for me to gain better access to lick that horny pussy of hers. Where I’ve just had a Hollywood wax she had the full Brazilian and I lick from her clitoris down to her vagina where I tentatively plunge my tongue inside. I’m rewarded by a loud moan and she then intensifies her licking. I copy her, lick by lick, using my fingers to stroke, rub and massage her pussy. Her hands on my ass pull down and I vaguely think that she can’t be able to breathe, her face is pretty much surrounded by pussy. I grind down on her face and I’m almost there - but she beats me to it. Suddenly she throws her head back and screams. I keep licking her clit, pushing my tongue down on her and she’s cramping around my fingers and so she goes limp. 

Her chest is heaving underneath me and she’s slick with sweat, but apart from that she lies as still as was she dead. I guess I won’t be getting any from this girl before she’s had the time to recollect herself, I think to myself - but having been brought to the verge of orgasm and then just getting dropped… it’s slightly annoying. I glance quickly in your direction. You’re back at the chair by the window, but this time you’re not exactly fully dressed. Still got your shoes and that jacket and shirt on… but you’ve dropped your trousers to your knees and you are stroking your hard cock with slow, very deliberate moves. I wonder if I’ve been good or bad, but either way I don’t think it impossible that you’ll find it appropriate to fuck me hard. There’s something in the expression of your eyes, the little devil inside… I remain still and wait for you to make a move, trying really hard to be the good girl for you. I’ll be your good girl behaving badly, if you prefer - or a really bad girl who’s good at it. 

Finally you get up. You gesture for me to come over, but when I take a step closer you command me: 

”On your hands and knees, slut.”

I immediately obey, getting down on the floor, inching closer. 

”Untie my shoes. Remove the ties and hand them to me.”

I reach for your shoes and untie the shoe laces, then carefully pull them away from your shoes and, on my knees, hand them over. 

”Remove my trousers and my jacket. Fold my shirt and put it away… and don’t get up from the floor.”

I do as I’m told and put your neatly folded clothes on the small sideboard beside the window. 

By now the woman on the bed seem to have gotten her senses back, she’s propped herself up with a couple of pillows and is watching with a keen eye. 

You look at her and command her to get back on her back with her head on those pillows. She’s probably a really good/bad girl, she assumes the position immediately. 

”Get over there and kneel by her head… and I want you on your hands and knees getting there.”

I can feel your gaze on my ass when I make my way back in the bed. Don’t exactly feel very gracious when I try to get back in the bed without standing up - but eventually succeed. I place on knee on each side of her head and with her head on those pillow that puts her face maybe five centimetres away from my pubes. I lean forward and put my hands down by her waist. Then I wait. 

It’s got to be at least ten minutes. I don’t move. She woman with her face between my thighs does not move. Then finally you take the few steps to the bed and I feel the bed move as you get in place behind me. I can feel the warmth radiating off you - and then the top of your cock slide in, just a couple of centimetres… and then you pull back out. You torturously slowly slide your hard cock between my pussy lips, stop shortly at my clit where you make a small circular motion - and then you push your way into her mouth. Every time you pull out and back in between her lips, your cock pass my clitoris and it’s a wonderful torture. I long for you to fill me up, but by now I know better than to beg. If I do, if I ask you to do what I want - I know you will punish me by doing the exact opposite. If I allow my head to hang down I can watch you fucking her mouth, it’s like living in a really fucking good porno… I feel your hands on my hips and see your cock sliding in and out between her lips. Then, finally, you decide that I’ve been patient enough and at long last I can feel your cock pushing into me, slowly… It’s beautiful torture, this. The girl between my legs is breathing heavily and for every breath the warmth flows up against me. You are fucking me deeply, every thrust so controlled - keeping me on the verge of coming… but when I feel her tongue on my clit and your cock moving deep inside I collapse. The tingle turns into a shiver and to shaking all over. This orgasm is like nothing I’ve experienced before - it’s like dying and living at the same time, it’s pure concentrated lust, it makes me feel that if I die right this moment it all would have been worth if for this glorious fuck. 

I’m vaguely aware that you still move inside me and filling me with your cum, I’ve got your hands on my hips and her hands on top over yours keeping me steady.