Miriam is coming back from seeing friends and finds herself driving down a quiet country road. It’s late but the countryside is lit by the full moon and the humid heat of summer is everywhere. She begins to become aware of a car following her. She feels uneasy so she turns down another side road. The car following her turns too. She drives for another couple of minutes and pulls to the side, hoping the car will pass her. Instead, it pulls over and flashes its lights – her pulse quickens as the driver gets out. Seconds pass as the figure approaches. Miriam’s thoughts drift to a conversation she’d had with her boyfriend Rick two weeks earlier. The sexual fantasy she’d never told anyone else about. He said he’d make it come true some evening. Perhaps this was it. She reaches for her phone but the man is already at the window and she looks up in the darkening twilight towards his face. It looks familiar but it’s hard to tell who it is. The commanding rap on the window startles her. It’s not the type of rap Rick would give. More like a policeman, or ex-policeman. The toned masculine arms fold around the tight t-shirt in expectation. She can only make out the jawline and smirking smile. Despite her reservations, she finds herself strangely drawn to the situation. As she opens the window, the figure speaks. The voice is obviously put-on, but still somewhat familiar. The face is lost in the dusk. ” You seem lost, I was hoping I could help you out,” he says. ” I’m okay, I’ve driven these roads before,” she counters. Before she can close the window. A hand reaches in, turns off the car, and pulls the keys out of the ignition. Miriam feels the blood rush to her face. Now she has to get out of the car. She’s surprised at her anger as she storms out towards the figure now walking back to his own vehicle. She gets close enough to make a grab for her keys, but he grabs her wrists and pulls her towards his chest with one hand as he dangles her keys out of reach with the other. Feeling his muscles with her palm, Miriam holds back the desire to explore his body as her anger gets the best of her “Give me back my keys you bastard!” He smiles and tosses the keys into the open car window of his own vehicle. Still clamping her wrist he lowers it to her side, eyeing her up and down. She finally becomes aware of her skimpy summer clothes. It’s a humid night and her skin feels damp. There are only inches between the two of them and the heat and energy grow with every moment. “I don’t take kindly to being called names,” says the man. “I think a naughty girl like you needs a lesson.” He reaches under her short dress and pulls down her panties, giving her curvy ass a spank with his hand that sounds like a shot that rings out into the night. She wonders if anyone can hear it, or if anyone else is even around. The spank has gotten her attention and he knows he has her. He walks back towards Miram’s car, extending his hand for her to follow. She doesn’t hesitate and takes it. Her panties drop to the ground as she walks towards the hood of her vehicle. He pushes Mirum up against the car and moves in for a sensual kiss. She reaches out to push him away, reflexively defending herself but not knowing what she really wants. She feels his lips on hers. Her lips loosen and his approach moves from aggressive to sensual. She can feel the heat of the engine against her ass and the bulge between his legs against her flimsy sundress. The man hoists her onto the hood, leans in for another kiss, and gently runs his hand down her chest to her leg, teasing her inner thigh. Miriam instinctively opens her legs in the growing darkness. For a second her mind goes back to Rick and wonders if this is actually him. There’s something different about both his touch and his smell. For the past few minutes, she has purposely avoided looking at the man’s face as she realizes the thrill of not knowing is more exciting. At this point, she ceases to care but needs to feel him inside of her. He licks his fingers and slides into her, stroking and probing as she groans with pleasure, he seems to know instinctively where to glide and where to apply pressure. She feels the moisture building between her legs trickle onto the car as the man probes deeper and quicker. He pulls up her sundress fully now, exposing Miram’s naked body to the darkening sky. She feels the brush of his white cotton T-shirt under her legs as he crouches down to lick and suck her womanhood, sliding a finger down to caress her ass. The man between her legs speaks once again in a voice that’s both familiar and alien. “Who am I?” it asks. “I don’t know,” she says. “Yes you do, “ the voice replies. “I… am your master…. I can play you like a puppet. I know you so well. I know exactly what strings to pull – to make you angry, happy, lustful, and crazy with desire. I can make you do whatever I want because you know… in the end, I’ll satisfy you in ways that no other man can. I understand your mind, your needs, and your darkness. Your rutting, horny, slutty desires. The taboos that you can’t get out of your mind. The intense edges where fantasy overwhelms the bounds of morality and reality. Do you understand my naughty girl?” “Yes, sir I do.” You feel me lean on top of you, the bulge of my cock pressed up against you with only my jeans between us. I caress your hair as you feel the pounding of my heart in my chest against yours. “We’re two of a kind naughty girl. We make no judgments of the other. We revel in our darkness together. I – your guide and master, and you, my protected and personal naughty girl. No one will know and can know of the things we share.” “Yes, my master.” “Now, it’s time to serve me”, I say kissing your full pouting lips. “You need to taste your master. “ As Miriam slides off the hood and onto her knees, the man grabs her wrists again, lifting her arms. There will be no hands to help out or control him when he penetrates her mouth. The shoulder by the car is soft dirt, although a few tiny pieces of gravel dig into her knees. She can still smell the engine and the rubber from the tire behind her back. The man has already loosened his belt and undone his jeans and she hears them slide down off of his ass and clatter in front of her. In the dim light, she can only see the shadow of his hard member, but Miriam smells his arousal as he points himself just under her nose. Opening her mouth wide she hears him say, “Good Girl. You know what to do. Your mouth is my amusement park. I’m going to enjoy it.” He enters her mouth as she wraps her lips around his shaft. The first few strokes are slow and gentle as if he’s trying it out for the first time. His already hard member strengthening. Then he goes deeper. Much to her surprise she takes all of him, feeling his balls touch her chin. He lets go of her hands, knowing she realizes she shouldn’t use them. He grabs her hair and puts his other hand on his shaft sliding himself out of her mouth. “Mmmm taste my precum…. You need to taste your master to really know him.” The man slides his hand around his head, then his shaft as if he’s going to jerk off in her mouth, then as the precum oozes out he slides it around her tongue.” “Do you like the taste of your master?” he asks. “Yes Sir I do.” she says, wondering if she’s tasting a stranger or Rick. He’s never said these things before. He speaks again. “I want you to smell your master’s scent on the way back home.” He begins to rub his wet member against her face, slapping it to make it hard again. Miriam knows this is different. She’s different. Her friends would never believe she’d be doing this on the roadside. Who is this man and why does she want to be his so badly?
Miriam is coming back from seeing friends and finds herself driving down a quiet country road. It’s late but the countryside is lit by the full moon and the humid heat of summer is everywhere. She begins to become aware of a car following her. She feels uneasy so she turns down another side road. The car following her turns too. She drives for another couple of minutes and pulls to the side, hoping the car will pass her. Instead, it pulls over and flashes its lights – her pulse quickens as the driver gets out. Seconds pass as the figure approaches. Miriam’s thoughts drift to a conversation she’d had with her boyfriend Rick two weeks earlier. The sexual fantasy she’d never told anyone else about. He said he’d make it come true some evening. Perhaps this was it. She reaches for her phone but the man is already at the window and she looks up in the darkening twilight towards his face. It looks familiar but it’s hard to tell who it is. The commanding rap on the window startles her. It’s not the type of rap Rick would give. More like a policeman, or ex-policeman. The toned masculine arms fold around the tight t-shirt in expectation. She can only make out the jawline and smirking smile. Despite her reservations, she finds herself strangely drawn to the situation. As she opens the window, the figure speaks. The voice is obviously put-on, but still somewhat familiar. The face is lost in the dusk. ” You seem lost, I was hoping I could help you out,” he says. ” I’m okay, I’ve driven these roads before,” she counters. Before she can close the window. A hand reaches in, turns off the car, and pulls the keys out of the ignition. Miriam feels the blood rush to her face. Now she has to get out of the car. She’s surprised at her anger as she storms out towards the figure now walking back to his own vehicle. She gets close enough to make a grab for her keys, but he grabs her wrists and pulls her towards his chest with one hand as he dangles her keys out of reach with the other. Feeling his muscles with her palm, Miriam holds back the desire to explore his body as her anger gets the best of her “Give me back my keys you bastard!” He smiles and tosses the keys into the open car window of his own vehicle. Still clamping her wrist he lowers it to her side, eyeing her up and down. She finally becomes aware of her skimpy summer clothes. It’s a humid night and her skin feels damp. There are only inches between the two of them and the heat and energy grow with every moment. “I don’t take kindly to being called names,” says the man. “I think a naughty girl like you needs a lesson.” He reaches under her short dress and pulls down her panties, giving her curvy ass a spank with his hand that sounds like a shot that rings out into the night. She wonders if anyone can hear it, or if anyone else is even around. The spank has gotten her attention and he knows he has her. He walks back towards Miram’s car, extending his hand for her to follow. She doesn’t hesitate and takes it. Her panties drop to the ground as she walks towards the hood of her vehicle. He pushes Mirum up against the car and moves in for a sensual kiss. She reaches out to push him away, reflexively defending herself but not knowing what she really wants. She feels his lips on hers. Her lips loosen and his approach moves from aggressive to sensual. She can feel the heat of the engine against her ass and the bulge between his legs against her flimsy sundress. The man hoists her onto the hood, leans in for another kiss, and gently runs his hand down her chest to her leg, teasing her inner thigh. Miriam instinctively opens her legs in the growing darkness. For a second her mind goes back to Rick and wonders if this is actually him. There’s something different about both his touch and his smell. For the past few minutes, she has purposely avoided looking at the man’s face as she realizes the thrill of not knowing is more exciting. At this point, she ceases to care but needs to feel him inside of her. He licks his fingers and slides into her, stroking and probing as she groans with pleasure, he seems to know instinctively where to glide and where to apply pressure. She feels the moisture building between her legs trickle onto the car as the man probes deeper and quicker. He pulls up her sundress fully now, exposing Miram’s naked body to the darkening sky. She feels the brush of his white cotton T-shirt under her legs as he crouches down to lick and suck her womanhood, sliding a finger down to caress her ass. The man between her legs speaks once again in a voice that’s both familiar and alien. “Who am I?” it asks. “I don’t know,” she says. “Yes you do, “ the voice replies. “I… am your master…. I can play you like a puppet. I know you so well. I know exactly what strings to pull – to make you angry, happy, lustful, and crazy with desire. I can make you do whatever I want because you know… in the end, I’ll satisfy you in ways that no other man can. I understand your mind, your needs, and your darkness. Your rutting, horny, slutty desires. The taboos that you can’t get out of your mind. The intense edges where fantasy overwhelms the bounds of morality and reality. Do you understand my naughty girl?” “Yes, sir I do.” You feel me lean on top of you, the bulge of my cock pressed up against you with only my jeans between us. I caress your hair as you feel the pounding of my heart in my chest against yours. “We’re two of a kind naughty girl. We make no judgments of the other. We revel in our darkness together. I – your guide and master, and you, my protected and personal naughty girl. No one will know and can know of the things we share.” “Yes, my master.” “Now, it’s time to serve me”, I say kissing your full pouting lips. “You need to taste your master. “ As Miriam slides off the hood and onto her knees, the man grabs her wrists again, lifting her arms. There will be no hands to help out or control him when he penetrates her mouth. The shoulder by the car is soft dirt, although a few tiny pieces of gravel dig into her knees. She can still smell the engine and the rubber from the tire behind her back. The man has already loosened his belt and undone his jeans and she hears them slide down off of his ass and clatter in front of her. In the dim light, she can only see the shadow of his hard member, but Miriam smells his arousal as he points himself just under her nose. Opening her mouth wide she hears him say, “Good Girl. You know what to do. Your mouth is my amusement park. I’m going to enjoy it.” He enters her mouth as she wraps her lips around his shaft. The first few strokes are slow and gentle as if he’s trying it out for the first time. His already hard member strengthening. Then he goes deeper. Much to her surprise she takes all of him, feeling his balls touch her chin. He lets go of her hands, knowing she realizes she shouldn’t use them. He grabs her hair and puts his other hand on his shaft sliding himself out of her mouth. “Mmmm taste my precum…. You need to taste your master to really know him.” The man slides his hand around his head, then his shaft as if he’s going to jerk off in her mouth, then as the precum oozes out he slides it around her tongue.” “Do you like the taste of your master?” he asks. “Yes Sir I do.” she says, wondering if she’s tasting a stranger or Rick. He’s never said these things before. He speaks again. “I want you to smell your master’s scent on the way back home.” He begins to rub his wet member against her face, slapping it to make it hard again. Miriam knows this is different. She’s different. Her friends would never believe she’d be doing this on the roadside. Who is this man and why does she want to be his so badly?