0 comments/ 26486 views/ 1 favorites The Hitcher Ch. 01 By: leekeyone John Hawke had been a lorry driver for fifteen years. In that time he had seen his fair share of action on and off the roads. Every so often a desperate female hitchhiker would offer to reward his offer of a lift with a quick sexual favour. This normally involved a blow job or a hand job whilst he was driving along. If the passenger was especially tasty then he would offer to go an extra bit of distance out of his way in return for something a little more intimate. This didn't always work but when it did, oh boy! Tonight it was a particularly dark and wet night. John's lorry was approaching the motorway slip road out of Mansfield and onto the M1. Through the slashing motion of the wipers he caught his first glimpse of the girl. She was waving madly by the side of the road. As his heavy vehicle approached, her outline became illuminated by his main lights. She must have been soaking. The girl (in her late teens or very early twenties) was dressed in a tight pair of blue denims and a white blouse decorated with large pink flowers. Lacking a coat or any sign of baggage she continued to wave furiously in his direction as the large articulated vehicle slowed to a halt. She vanished from sight momentarily as she run past the cab to the passenger door. Within a second it had swung open and the bedraggled figure had clambered inside. "Thank you. Oh god, thank you!" she said as her head turned towards the door she was now closing behind her. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't had stopped." John took this moment to study his new passenger. Her blond hair was a straggled mess clinging to her wet blouse around the shoulders. Her legs were firm and long and her wet top gave a wonderful view of the bra underneath and the girl's ample bosom. John could feel her cock hardening as he fantasised about her naked body. Her wide bum cheeks which now sat upon his passenger chair suggested a stunning view when disrobed and John imagined for a split moment about fucking her from behind. In his mind's eye he could see her bare bum cheeks riding up and down on his firm manhood. "My name's Mandy," she said in the way of an introduction, turning around to face him. As she spoke she ran a hand through the mess of her hair in a vain attempt to straighten it. "It was blowing a gale out there and I was beginning to think that nobody would stop for me." John's mind instantly leapt from the imagery of taking this girl from behind to a full-on frontal fuck. Simply put, Mandy was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes shone from under her low fringe and John guessed she was a natural blond. In his head he compensated his mental image of her nudity adding a deliciously shaven blond muff to the affair. It was taking a certain effort on his behalf not to stare downwards at the girl's tits and instead maintain eye contain. She had a small pointed noise with lusciously full red lips. Even in her bedraggled condition she was stunning. John's cock felt uncomfortable in his pants as his hard erection struggled in the folds of his boxer shorts. "Hi Mandy," John replied. Grabbing the vehicle's gear stick he pushed it forwards whilst applying pressure to the accelerator. With a slight lurch, the leviathan truck started forwards, pulling back onto the tarmac. "Where are you headed?" John enquired looking away from the sodden angel who had just climbed into his truck. Part of him desperately wanted her to say north if only because he was heading south. There were some temptations that were simply too much to bear. "Oh! London. I've got an audition down there, but I'll appreciate any distance in that direction." 'Shit!' John thought. The idea of having this hot girl sitting next to him in her sodden clothes for the next several hours was not helping the discomfort in his pants. Desperately he tried to focus on the road to take his mind off her nude image still floating in his head. "Is that OK?" the sudden worry in her voice was obvious. "Yeah, sure." John responded. Realising he might have seemed a bit rude with momentary silence, added "Sorry luv, I was just concentrating on the road. I'm heading down to Dover so your luck's in tonight." Her answering short laugh caused him to look quickly in her direction. She was giving him a lovely smile. "I don't know about good luck. Just look at me. I'm soaked!" She laughed again and John suddenly wished he was at least twenty years younger. What he wouldn't offer to give this girl the ride of her young life! Coughing to hide his discomfort at her distracting presence, John returned his focus to the road ahead. Traffic was light and although the weather was bad, it promised to be an easy run down the motorway. Normally this would have been a boring affair, but not tonight. A rather naughty idea was already floating in his head and he wasted no time by acting upon it. "Well, you'll catch your death of cold if you stay in those wet clothes. If you want, I have a large towel in the back?" John twisted his head in the direction of the curtain that separated the driving seats from the small enclosure at the back of the cab. "What. Back here?" Mandy enquired turning and peaking through the curtain at the space beyond. A made up bunk bed filled most of the area with a webbed off storage area at the far end. "That looks cosy. Do you often sleep in your truck?" "Only when I have to," John replied. He took another quick peak over his shoulder at Mandy's firm toned body whilst her head was hidden behind the curtain. "Are you really sure you don't mind me using your towel? I'm going to get it all damp and wet." A comment like that only made John's mind race a little more. His little ongoing visual fantasy extended to seeing Mandy laid naked full spread across his bunk. Her wonderful tits and pussy were clearly exposed, as was the small patch of pubic hair between her legs. John coughed and replied "Sure honey. Your health is more important than my laundry. Help yourself, I won't look." The last part of John's statement was partly a lie. What he really meant was that he would definitely look if he could, but driving was going to make it a little difficult to accomplish. Mandy vanished from the front of the cabin, clambering between the curtains. John got a quick glimpse of a firmly toned set of buttocks in wet jeans before she was gone. Returning his gaze to the neon lit motorway he listened intently as the teenager shed her clothes in the back of his cab. John had always had a good imagination and now was no exception. The first set of movements and damp flapping of sodden clothes were surely that of the girl's blouse. Soft, creamy skin would now be visible running down from her lusciously soft neck to her exposed chest with her firm breasts and her slightly hardened nipples sticking forwards in her bra. Her upper underwear would be next, John thought, and he expanded his mental voyeuristic view to accompany the garment slipping off. Two rose bud nipples were now on display, her breasts absolutely perfect in the soft shade of the light flowing into the rear of the cabin. Her firm tits moved with incredibly grace as she bent down to unzip the fastener on her jeans; its movement mirroring the long grove of the teenager's pussy slit underneath. Sounds of a gentle struggle with wet denim material were unmistakeable and John subconsciously rubbed the hardness of his dick through his pants. By now the girl was practically naked, her lithe muscular legs running from her bare feet upwards past her thighs to her soft wet pussy which waited with such temptation. The sound of the curtains drawing back brought John quickly out of his dirty fantasy. Mandy emerged covered in a large white towel with only the top of her bare shoulders, ankles and feet on display. Laughing the kind of way a carefree teenager can, Mandy dropped back into the passenger seat. "Thank you." She beamed him a wonderful smile and John felt himself ready to explode. He desperately wanted to know if she had left her panties on or had instead discarded them upon his bunk. Either way it was a truly stimulating image. "So Mandy," John tried to sound as casual as possible. "What's your story then? How did you end up on the side of the road on a night like tonight?" "Oh! That. Well it was that BITCH," Mandy practically spat out the last word. "She dumped me there because we were arguing." "Whoa! Slow down girl. Which bitch?" John interrupted trying to hide the smile on his face. It was quite funny to see the expression of hatred on the pretty girl's face. "Leslie, FUCKING, Miles! That's who. She pushed me out of the car and then drove off with all my stuff. The cow! All my money is in my bag and my phone...." Mandy's voice had risen considerably during the last exchange of words. "Calm down luv," John interrupted." Tell me slowly. Just who is this Leslie and how come you were arguing?" Mandy took a deep sigh, gave John a quick scowl which only served to make him feel even hornier, and then continued. "Leslie is, sorry, WAS my girlfriend. We were both going down to London to audition as dancers for a new show. The bitch got it into her head that she was a better dancer than me, which is just SO not true. Before I knew it, she is having a screaming tantrum and suddenly slams on the brakes. The next thing I know is that I am sat on my fanny in the pouring rain and she is tanking it off into the night. The fucking BITCH!" Mandy shouted the last word at the windscreen almost as if her voice would travel down the road and reach her ex. John shook his head from side to side whilst Mandy let of steam beside him. Oh what it was to be young! What she had said had said about being sat of her fanny had only fuelled his horny imagination again. His mind had once again reverted to a picture of Mandy's naked wide bum cheeks on clear display with just the smallest hint of her shaved pussy showing from underneath. Suddenly something else Mandy had said registered in John's head. "Err, Mandy, when you said girlfriend, you meant it as a mate didn't you?" There was a long silence whilst Mandy's narrowed blue eyes locked onto his. "No John," she suddenly hissed. "I mean she was my fucking girlfriend. Fuck buddy! Lesbian lover! Get the picture?" John focused his full attention back to the empty road for a moment. The change which had come over the young girl had been quite shocking to see. There was a long silence broken only by the swipe of the wiper blades on the windscreen. "Sorry John. I'm really, so very sorry." Mandy practically whimpered out her apology. "You've been so good to me by giving me this lift. I didn't mean to be rude, it just that, well, the bitch really screwed me with taking off like that. It hadn't had been for you, I don't know what I would have done." There came a quick sob from the passenger seat and John ventured a quick look. Mandy's gorgeous blue eyes were full of tears. "Look at me," she blubbered. "I'm sat naked under this towel you gave me. If you threw me out now I would probably die of hyperthermia." Mandy broke down into sobbing pants. "Sush! I'm not throwing you anywhere," John reassured. 'Especially not whilst you are naked in my cab,' he added mentally in his head. The girl might be a basket case and a lesbian to boot, but god, she was fucking incredible! "Take a moment sweetheart. We'll talk about something else when you are ready. OK?" "OK," Mandy whispered back, calming her sobs. John took the time to study the road again trying to think of a neutral subject. If nothing else it was unlikely Mandy was going to offer him any sexual favours for her lift. He might as well then take the time to build up a suitable mental image of the girl for a masturbatory session later on. "So," John started, "What's wrong with boys then? Have you ever been with a bloke and had a bad experience?" "No!" Mandy said in a more confident voice. With a shake of her still wet hair around her shoulders, she fixed her gaze on the blackness of the night outside. "I went to an all girls school so I didn't see many boys. I lost my virginity at the age of sixteen to this girl who everybody fancied. She chose me over them so I let her have her way with me. After that I just started fucking around. By the time I left school I'd lost all interest in men." There was a sudden pause. "No offence John. I'm sure you've been with lots of women. It's just I like girls and that's the way it is." John was not having a good time of things. His cock was now so full and swollen in his pants that it was getting difficult to focus on driving. The very thought of a young and very naked Mandy going one on one with some beauty queen was almost too much to bear. At this rate he was going to have to pull over at the next services and relive his urges in the Gents! An uncomfortable cough as John raced for something to say to follow on with Mandy's little revelation. Finally inspiration came to him. "Have you ever seen a naked man?" he enquired. "Course I have John. The girls at school had magazines of boys with their dicks out. It just didn't do anything for me." "Yeah, but have you ever seen the real thing?" "Well, err, yes, my old man getting out of the shower." John laughed. "That's hardly the same. You mean you've been a lesbian your entire adult life and not even seen a real cock?" Mandy didn't answer. A quick glance in her direction showed that she was pouting in the direction of the windscreen. What a moody little cow she was turning out to be! "Would you like to see?" John enquired trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. "What? Yours?" she asked indignantly. She gave him a quick scowl. "Yeah! Why not? I don't mind." "Well I'm not sucking it or anything else so disgusting!" she said. "But you would like to see it though?" John asked, hormones racing at the idea. "OK, go on then. But don't you dare try anything." "Sure honey, I promise. One thing though. I can't undo my pants whilst I'm driving. If you want to see the goods then you'll have to get them out yourself." "That's gross!" Mandy exclaimed. "Of course it's not. Lesbians don't make babies. How do you think the rest of us do it?" "Ok, ok, I'll get your cock out and have a look. Just don't expect me to be impressed." She turned, gave him a quick hard stare, and then slowly started to bend forwards into a position where she could undo his pants. By now, the vehicle was practically driving itself and it was a good job that the inside lane was devoid of other traffic. As the blond girl bent downwards, the towel slipped slightly rewarding John with a deliciously intoxicating view of bare cleavage, almost right down to the nipples. Soft hands fumbled at his jeans top button and then the zipper below. Within moments the straining urge of his hardened penis inside his pants was relieved. "Oh my..." Mandy exclaimed as John's cock slipped out of his boxer pants and into the dim light of the cabin. John was certainly a lucky man and had been endowed with a suitably large cock. Not quite porn star dimensions but certainly ample enough to impress all the ladies who had seen it at full glory. Now, Mandy, the teenage lesbian seemed to be similarly impressed. "I didn't know they got so large!" she whispered. John gazed down at the sight of this beautiful blond goddess poised over his exposed manhood. "You can touch if you like," he offered in a husky voice. Warm fingers brushed against his cock and for a moment John felt like exploding. Shaking his head above the bent over form of Mandy he struggled for composure. It definitely wouldn't do if he suddenly sent a load of white spunk all over his passenger's pretty young face! Just then, a thudding noise coming from under the vehicle's wheels brought them both reeling to their senses. Yanking hard to the right, John brought the wandering vehicle back onto the road and away from the Hard Shoulder. "Sorry!" John said somewhat apologetically. "I don't think we should being doing this on the road," said a grinning Mandy. She had sat up quickly when the lorry had started its temporary wandering. John glanced briefly over his shoulder to give her a mirroring smile only to be rewarded with the sight of Mandy's left breast hanging in full glory out of the towel which had come partly undone. The actual sight of her exposed nipple, surrounded by the read welt of flesh at the end of her perfectly formed and raised bosom, was too much. John could almost feel his eyes bulging as he feasted on the sight of the girl's exposed nudity. It took Mandy a moment to realise what he was staring out before looking down at seeing her tit on display. With a hurried moment she quickly drew up the towel to hide her chest once again. A screaming horn coming from just outside the driver's door brought John's attention swinging back to his charge of the vehicle. To his horror, they were now half over to the middle motorway lane much to the horror of a passing car. The other driver swerved hard, entering the empty outer lane before pumping the gas and vanishing off at speed into the still dark and wet night. John took a deep breath to steady his nerves and brought the lorry back under control and into the correct lane. "I think you're right," he said to Mandy in answer to her earlier statement. "So do I. You're a menace on the road with your cock out of your pants. Just think if we had crashed. What, with you with your pants undone and a lesbian in the passenger seat!" Mandy laughed. It was a wonderful sound. John laughed also. Between his legs, his erection had lost some of its upward thrust as the blood had rushed elsewhere with the exhilaration of a near crash. "I tell you what John. You've been really good to me tonight; apart from almost getting both killed just then. How about you find a suitable place to pull over and we'll finish this off properly. I'll give you a hand job, if that's what it is called, and maybe then you'll stop staring at my tits. Maybe if you can let off some steam then we may make it to London in one piece." Naturally John couldn't agree quickly enough. The accelerator peddle approached the floor and the vehicle sped on its way along the M1. Barely ten minutes later and the huge lorry was pulling into the Motorway Services. The parking zone reserved for heavy goods vehicles was scarcely populated and John had no problem finding a spot away from the other trucks. He had no desire to have anybody witnessing his upcoming session with Mandy. The engine died as John turned the key in the ignition. The resulting silence hung over them both for several long moments before John made a move to pull free of his pants. "What are you doing?" Mandy immediately asked. "I'm just making myself comfortable luv. Don't worry!" Mandy frowned but allowed John to continue. His boxer shorts followed his pants to the floor. This was quite an awkward motion considering the presence of the steering wheel. "Right, we best go back here just in case anybody wanders by," John said moving the curtain at the rear of the cabin to one side. "After you." Still uncertain, Mandy rose from her seat and clambered into the small space where John's bunk lay. As she did so, the towel around her body rose up revealing more and more of her bare young flesh. John's eyes nearly popped out of his head as for the briefest moment Mandy flashed her incredible pussy nestled between her perfect bum cheeks as she crawled forwards. John's dick responded immediately, cresting to full height and ready for action. Unable to believe his luck, the lorry driver immediately followed his young hitch hiker into the back of his cab. Mandy was waiting for him, oblivious to the fact that she had just flashed her private parts. She sat with folded arms around her towel and peered at the sight of his erect penis in the dim light passing through the thin curtain. John readied himself in a suitable position and beckoned Mandy to start her ministrations. The young blond reached over and took a firm hold of John's firm dick with one hand and gave an experimental tug. The Hitcher Ch. 01 "Gently!" John urged. "Try again." Mandy did so, this time with a little too much care. "Somewhere in between," John urged. "You'll get the hang of it." Mandy started to slide her one hand up and down John's shaft. After a minute of pumping John's cock she seemed to have settled into a stimulating rhythm. Adding her remaining hand to the process she increased her pace. For his own part, John was desperate not to come too soon. Mandy's had gorgeous hands; soft and supple like an angel's touch. To feel her fingers wrapped around his most intimate parts was ecstasy and he wanted to savour the sensation for the longest period. Parting his firmly closed eyes, John took a peek at his guest's expression. To his amazement, the young blond Lesbian actually seemed to be enjoying herself. A look of satisfied contentment filled her face and she seemed entranced by her actions. She was even leaning forwards as if she was tempted by the opportunity to place her mouth around his cock. "Go on, luv! You know you want to try," John urged softly. Mandy didn't respond. For a second a look of uncertainty crossed over her face. Then, with a more resolute expression she slowly bent downwards moving her mouth closer to John's waiting penis. Mandy's first tentative lick of his cock nearly blew John's mind. A second lick immediately followed and then the whole of Mandy's mouth settled around his manhood. The urge not to shoot his load there and then was an extremely hard one to resist. Desperately John grabbed at the nearest object he could find as a source of focus for his reeling senses. Mandy continued to suck and lick at his erect shaft and John pulled hard at the object in his hand. A loud crack announced the breaking of the curtain rail overhead and neon orange light flooded into the compartment from the overhead lights outside the truck. Neither Mandy nor John registered the damage to the cab's interior. Both were lost in their passions. John let out a deep animal moan of pleasure as Mandy continued her blow job. Opening his eyes John was greeted by an incredible sight. Mandy's blond covered head was moving up and down with the rhythm of her licking motion on his dick. However, her actions had dislodged the knot her towel and the white material had come undone before proceeding to fall to the bank in a muddled heap. The truck driver couldn't believe his luck. Mandy's naked skin was now uncovered in all its glory, basked in the light streaming in through the cabin window. Her slender creamy back ran down to the widening of her perfectly curved bum cheeks that guarded her pussy from sight. Mandy's nudity was too much for John to resist. He just had to fuck her! Slowly he placed his hands to the side of her head and gently tried to pry her from the hold her mouth still had on his cock. She gave a low groan of pleasure and refused to comply. "Come on luv," John urged, "It's time to try the full thing now. I know you want to." With a little more pressure John was successful and Mandy's face came into the light as she looked up. John had never seen anything as horny as the sight of Mandy licking her lips after sucking his cock. Her eyes were half shut with pleasure and she moaned again; a soft erotic sound coming from deep in her throat. Bending forwards John moved to meet her moving his head slightly to one side to bring his mouth to bear on hers. Her young lips were soft and full and utterly delicious. The taste of his cock on her tongue was an incredible sensation and he could feel his hands subconsciously seeking out the pleasure spots on her body. He fondled Mandy's warm tits with his hands, enjoying the feel of her hard buds against his fingers. Moving around to her back he drew her closer, positioning her body ready for his entry into her waiting pussy. She didn't resist. John could feel the fire of his passions rising to crescendo as his rock hard dick slid into the teenager's pussy hole. She was incredibly wet and utterly willing. Slowly John started to ride her, pumping slowly at first but very quickly building in speed as his climax roared near. He exploded inside her and he could feel his spunk shooting into her warm body. She groaned in response, still riding his cock her actions getting faster and faster. Just then her back arched in response to the shuddering orgasm racking her body. Panting in short quick breaths she stared up at the ceiling whilst John placed her left tit inside his mouth. Even spent John wanted to enjoy this incredible little angel for as long as possible. Mandy's panting breath slowly receded and she collapsed in his arms. He held her tightly whilst he regained his own composure. What an absolutely incredible fuck that been, possibly even his best. The slow build up of first visually fantasying about her, followed by her hand and then blow job had been the perfect foreplay to their lovemaking. He ran a hand through her hair which was now damp with sweat. John bent down to place an affectionate kiss on her forehead when he suddenly felt her stiffen. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly, not wanting to break the mood of the moment. "You've just fucked me!" she said in a disbelieving voice. "You've just FUCKED me!" She said it again as if repeating the statement would somehow make it less true. Suddenly he could feel her body stiffening. "You FUCKING BASTARD!" she suddenly screamed and beat her soft hands against his firm chest. "I'm going to get pregnant. You FUCK!" The young blond teenager back peddled her way across the bunk bed as if John had suddenly become something utterly repulsive. John starred in wonder and disbelief at her change. He was barely even in a state to register the sight of Mandy's naked body now on full display. "You FUCKING RAPIST" she screamed at the top of her voice. John winced at the sound, incredibly loud as it was in the small cabin. "I didn't rape you," he said in a soothing voice. This girl was a psycho regardless of how fit her young body might be. "FUCKER!" was the sullen reply. Mandy had grabbed at the towel and sat backed up against the far wall of the cabin starring at John with hatred in her young eyes. "You wanted it just as much as I did," John continued. As incredible as fucking Mandy had been, he was absolutely certain that she had been a willing partner. "Leave me alone you bastard," Mandy replied in a voice laced with hatred. John took a deep breath before continuing. "I'll tell you what. It's just been your first time with a man and you seem a little in shock. I'm coming to go pull on my pants and go for a little walk. When I come back you need to have got a grip of yourself. We'll then get back on the road and I'll take you on to London. OK?" John got no reply. Mandy simply tried to huddle more into the towel she had pulled up around her. The side of her left boob was clearly on display and John took a deep gulp to try and dislodge the image from his mind. John was good to his word. After dressing he left the truck and his somewhat distraught passenger behind and crossed to the Services. As he went, he shook his head in disbelief at the outcome of what should have been a perfect fuck session. Once inside the main building he ordered a coffee and went to drink it alone on a nearby table. Twenty minutes he decided he had given Mandy enough time to come to her senses. Putting the cup back down on its saucer he stood up. The scrape of his chair across the floor sounded unnaturally loud in the quite cafeteria. It didn't take long to cross the way to where his truck was parked. As he neared his vehicle, his subconscious started to ring a warning bell in his head. Just then he realised what was amiss. The rear doors to the truck's container unit were now fully open and visible on both sides. 'The little bitch!' John thought and started to run towards the stationary goliath. As he passed the cabin he glanced in through the windows. No sign of his troublesome guest. John was panting heavily by the time he reached the rear of the truck and the double open doors. Unusually he had no idea of the contents within, the cargo having been loaded in his absence. As was usual on this run, the drivers were sworn not to check upon their load, a point John had never had an issue with. Now, with his recent fuck buddy running around in a schizoid mood, he peered with curiosity inside the container. A deep knot of worry was beginning to grow in his belly as he contemplated the damage Mandy might he decided to wreck upon the goods inside. A slight sound coming from inside caught his attention. There was very little light and his torch was safely tucked away in his cabin. He contemplated returning for it when the sound came again. "Mandy?" he called out uncertainly. "Are you in there?" There was no response but instead a repetition of the sound. Finally John's temper snapped. "Listen you little witch. I don't care what your problems are or what you believe happened back there in my cabin. I need you to come outside now before you land me in all kinds of shit." John paused and listened in the hope of hearing Mandy moving to the open doors. It was really dark inside the container unit and he could barely make out any details. After another couple of seconds John decided that enough was enough. With a snarl of frustration he reached to the open door and used it to yank himself upwards. Blackness enveloped him as he moved forwards, his hands outstretched as his only guide. Cardboard boxes tightly stacked and reaching upwards surrounded on both sides. Slowly he advanced forwards. 'No fuck, no matter how wonderful was worth this much trouble', he mused to himself. He was just trying to call up an image of Mandy's naked body writhing up and down on his cock when a sharp sound coming from behind made him wheel round in shock. He had barely enough time to register a dark form rising up behind him. A large black object was in its hands and as he froze in place as it came crashing down towards his head. John would have sworn that he heard the sharp crack as the object smashed against his skull. That would have been the case, had it not been for the resulting whirlpool of darkness that sucked him downwards into a pool of oblivion. The Hitcher Ch. 02 John crawled from out of a well of darkness and back to consciousness. However, his returning senses soon had him craving for the welcoming blackness once again. First off was the sharp biting pain coming from the front of his skull were he had received his blow. Nagging sickness washed through him and for a second John thought he was about to wretch. It was at that moment that a disturbing relation came to him. His mouth was sealed, covered with some kind of strong tape. Quickly fighting back his urge to vomit, John also realized that he was unable to move. Blinking at the brightness of his current surroundings, John's befuddled brain tried desperately to make light of his situation. As more information flooded into his head he realized that was bound in a seated position to some kind of wooden chair. With all his strength, John tried to break free of his restraints but to no avail. Strong rope cut into his wrists and ankles, painfully so. It was this level of pain that then made John aware of the fact that he was not wearing any clothing. Blinking once again at the bright light flooding the area around him, John stared in bewilderment at his predicament. Staring down at his body he saw that his indeed totally naked, his fat cock lying limply in his lap. The ropes binding him to the chair were an inch thick and John realised that he would not be escaping any time soon. Looking away from his bound body John stared around in amazement at his predicament. He was in a bare, white painted room with the only source of light coming from a window out of his viewpoint, situated behind him. The only feature in the room was a closed wooden door which had seen better days. Although the sunlight was warm on his skin, John shivered. Trying to think past the pain in his skull and the threatening nausea, he recalled the events leading up to his blackout. A vague recollection came back to him. He had been probing around in the back of his truck in an attempt to locate the missing teenager Mandy, who he had recently fucked. That at least was one nice memory of the previous night. Mandy's pussy had been deliciously tight and wet and he clearly recalled the sensation of having his dick inside her. Almost as nice was the recollection of the blond teen's mouth around his shaft and her probing tongue as she sampled his manhood. Even now as he recalled his sex session he could feel his cock hardening. John shook his head rapidly to dispel the images of Mandy's wonderfully lithe and naked body. It would not do for his captors to discover him with a raging hard-on, if and when they returned for him. More pain flooded through his head at his actions and John once again felt a nearing urge to vomit. Realising what a disaster that would be whilst gagged, he quickly closed his eyes and tried to focus on his situation. Why had this been done to him? Had Mandy been responsible and if so, where was she? As if summoned by his thoughts John suddenly heard a light patter of feet approaching and he immediately reopened his eyes to see. John's actions were rewarded by a heavenly sight for into the room appeared the young teenager from the night before. Unbelievably, Mandy was as naked as John although unlike him she was as free as a bird. John could almost feel his eyes popping out of his skull as he stared with incredible interest at the teen's bare body. She was even more fantastic in the daylight than she had been in the dim light of his truck's cabin. Her hot little tits were proud and erect on her chest and her shaved blond pussy was clearly visible between her long slim legs. John's attention immediately focused on the delicious sight of her pussy crack; a long running slit between her thighs with her little clit poking out at the top. The blood in John's body immediately surged downwards to his waiting dick and with seconds it was starting its ascent. "Hello John." Mandy purred. "How are you feeling? I hope that lump is not too painful?" John blinked in utter surprise at her demur. This did not seem like the messed up teenager he had fucked last night. If anything she seemed incredibly confident in herself and completely unabashed by her current nudity. John tried to say something but the gag over his mouth made his comments arrive out as nothing more than a rough mumble. "Oh John! I'm sorry about that," Mandy nodded in the direction of his gag. Her tits bounced suggestively on her chest with the motion. John's cock continued its undesired ascension to a full erection. "Ah, I remember you," she said coming to a crouch by the side of his chair and talking directly to his dick. Teasingly she bent forwards and stuck out her tongue as if to take a full lick along his penis skin. At the last moment she pulled back and stared upwards with her beautifully blue orbs. Their eyes locked and Mandy gave him the sweetest smile before standing up again. John found he could do nothing to reduce the swelling in his manhood. Mandy's uncovered pussy was so close now and he desperately wanted to sample its delights again. She bent forwards bringing her breasts within a tantalising short distance between them. Moving her head to the side of his she whispered in a soft and utterly seductive voice, "I'm really sorry John but I'm afraid we don't have time for this." She ran a light finger up the length of his erect shaft. John shuddered with a flood of ecstasy at her teasing touch. "You will be hearing some nasty things soon and I only wish I had time to enjoy your cock again beforehand. I've got to go now but I wanted to let you know before I left, just how much fun last night was. I really enjoyed being that shy lesbian that you thought you had turned." With that she planted a quick kiss on his cheek before standing back up. With a playful skip in her walk she turned and left the room leaving John with only the memory of her wonderful butt cheeks in his mind. Now naked, horny and all alone, John wondered in dismay at what had just transpired. His first impressions had that been that Mandy, in a fit of her fiery temper, had hidden in the back of his truck before laying him unconscious. John had subsequently assumed that she had then somehow managed to steal his body away to this location for some form of twisted revenge. However, just seeing her again made it abundantly clear that she was not the person she had appeared to be last night. In wonder at his situation John thought back to the events that had introduced them. He recalled her wet stranded form standing by the side of the road. She had been ever so grateful to be rescued from the cruel weather. The story she had subsequently told him about her lesbian lover flooded through his mind and he remembered just how horny her almost naked form had made him as she sat and chatted in nothing more than his towel. What had all that been about if it was not true? John's thoughts were interrupted by a new sound. The hard tapping of what could only be a woman's high heels hitting a hard floor surface were now rapidly approaching. John looked up at the broken door leading into his bare prison of a room in tense apprehension of Mandy's return. How she had dressed so quickly was a mystery but he could not wait to see her angelic form once again. The bare white walls of the surrounding room seemed to echo with the approaching sound. For a moment John tried to strain far enough to see the window that was obviously behind him, its source of light flooding the room with warm sun rays. If nothing else, the strength of the heat in that light suggested that it was nearing midday. The broken door moved slightly and John's attention returned immediately to its location. However, instead of the returning Mandy, John was shocked to find a new woman entering the room. She was African black, with stunning features masking a set of large brown eyes. An inviting large bosom beckoned inviting beneath a white blouse which ran down to a pair of tight fitting black trousers. Her high heeled shoes were matching in colour and as John's gaze reached them, they came to a stop barely two feet away from his seated position. John looked up again quickly quite aware of the way he had just been checking her out. For the briefest moment John's eyes lingered on her covered tits as his unbidden imagination undressed her blouse, proving him with a wonderful mental image of her bare boobs. Their eyes locked and John realised that she was studying him intently. She was quite a 'looker' and John realised that his cock was once again moving of its own accord. Desperately he tried to focus on something else but her large brown orbs held his gaze. Suddenly she flashed a smile at John. It wasn't a nice smile and there was definitely something about it that suggested malice. Her gaze wandered slowly downwards, deliberately making a point of coming to stare at his now semi erect dick. "I see Mandy wasn't exaggerating for a change," the black woman said. He voice was a sultry as her manner. As she took John's exposed manhood he was left with the simple thought, 'What the fuck was going on?' As if reading his mind the black woman said "I suppose you must be wondering what is happening to you, what, with Mandy's little act last night, and all?" Her gaze didn't falter from his groin and if to tease him further she ran a long moist tongue over her lips as if imagining the taste of his cock in her mouth. John on the other hand was in a conundrum, his thoughts racing as he attempted to make some sense of this weird and wonderful setting. For a moment he thought he was dreaming but then common sense told him that if that had been the case then Mandy would never have been allowed to leave the room. "Well John," the woman continued, "it is nothing personal you know. It was the contents of your truck that we were really after. It was only when Mandy reported that she had got you to stop and told me all about the wonderful time you two had enjoyed that she sparked my imagination." She took a moment to laugh. It was a cold laugh and John involuntary shivered at the sound. "If you must know John, you are lucky to be alive. If it was not for that wonderfully large cock of yours, I think you might be at the bottom of some river by now." She smiled again, her eyes returning to his. "As it is, as you are here and I think we should have a little fun." With that, her fingers moved down to the waist of her trousers and moved around the metal fastener. It popped open and John watched on entranced as she deftly slid down her zipper. Her once hidden black panties came into sight as her trousers left her body and dropped without a sound to the floor below. By now, John's dick was solid as a rock. The woman had incredible legs, beautifully slim ankles and an obviously completely shaved pussy. This last fact was made obvious by the way her lower lip detail was visible through the tight fitting material of her panties. John's was now completely focused on the woman's groin. She took another step forward before started to remove her lower underwear. She took her time, deliberately enjoying John's bound and gagged reaction to her appearing nudity. John had never had sex with a black woman before, a factor he was now sorely regretting. The woman had a perfect pussy; a deep slit in the 'V' between her legs running from her fleshy clit at the top and proceeding downwards between her legs. Had John been free of his bonds then he would have been instantly on his knees and sampling her exposed womanhood. He loved licking a woman's pussy especially when completely hairless. This woman was utterly desirable regardless of his predicament. He cared little about his future at that moment in time. His worldly concerns had shrunk by the sheer basic desire to fuck this woman and sample her many delights. What happened next was unexpected but not altogether unpleasant. For no apparent reason than sadistic joy, the black woman gave John a stinging back handed slap. As his head reeled to one side, the woman mounted him on his chair bringing her shaved pussy to a tantalising short distance away from his hungry dick. "You know John," she started in a cold voice. "You mean nothing to me. I think you are lower than a worm in the ground. However, you do have one use to me." There was a short pause whilst the woman moved her head up to John's left ear. The smell of her dark skin was an aphrodisiac to John's scattered senses, driving his hormones into a raging whirl of desire. "You know John, this house we are in, doesn't have a working bathroom. As such I needed to find somewhere to go when nature called." She took a quick painful bite of his lower lobe before continuing. "Guess where I found to go?" An incredibly hot wet sensation erupted over John's private parts as the black woman started to piss. John was taken completely by surprise, his brain reeling to comprehend what the sensation around his groin represented. The spraying wet heat of her flowing pee shower continued as she relieved her steaming golden piss all over John's lower parts. By now, John was fully aware of what she was doing to him and made to move his head to stare at the sight of the piss leaving her pussy lips. "Don't you dare look!" she hissed at him through bared teeth. Her large brown orbs held his own. John felt the menace in her voice and he froze his movement. Meanwhile the hot wet, flowing stream striking his erect dick and running over his balls continued unabated. John knew little of woman's bathroom habits. However part of his mind was amazed at just how wide and thick the woman's piss stream was. Her golden shower was striking his flesh with considerable force and he realised that she must have been bursting to go. For some strange reason the whole situation was becoming an incredible turn-on for the hapless trick driver. Naked, bound to a chair, gagged and now the subject of this woman's toilet, John was actually getting an immense thrill. If nothing more than to annoy the pissing black woman John slowly closed his eyes. His focus was now purely on the sensation of her hot pee washing over his skin with all of its wonderful heat and running wetness. The area under his balls on the chair was now full with a pool of her spent urine, the temperature of her piss already starting to cool in stark contrast to the main impact point where her flowing piss fountain was still striking his body. The end point of her squirting pussy spray was moving around his dick and groin. One second and his shaft would be fully in her hot golden piss and the next it would drift off to one side, hosing down one thigh or the other with her wonderful pee. John could now sense the strength of the woman's pee stream diminishing. Opening his eyes he found that the woman had hung her head backwards, her strands of midnight black hair hanging downwards over her covered back. Her expression was one of intense concentration, one that belonged to somebody who was utterly entranced by an act that was bringing them incredible and ecstatic pleasure. Seeing his chance, John moved his head and stared downwards, desperate to witness the woman's golden stream whilst it still squirted from her pee hole. Sure enough, John got a great view of woman's flowing piss stream. Her diminishing yellow stream was still squirting quickly out of her lower lips; a twisting turning jet of golden urine leaving her pee hole before covering John's skin with its deliciously warm touch. "You fucking bastard!" The comment was followed by a vicious blow to his head as the black woman discovered his voyeurism. John reeled from the blow, his vision darkening momentarily. He was still dazed from the blow to skull he had received last night and this woman had quite a mean punch. "You fucking, cock sucking, cunt!" She spat purposely in his face. How dare you look at me whilst I'm pissing? I should cut your balls off for this. Another staggering blow to the head sent John reeling in his bonds to the other side of the chair. The woman was furious, a look of thunder on her once pretty face. "You are lucky it was only a piss I wanted this time, cocksucker! Next time, you might get something that is a little more of a mess in your lap." She stopped her raving, panting for breath. "Oh fuck it you bastard. I might as well enjoy your cock whilst it's still attached to your body." With that she moved back into place sitting her large black bum on John's legs. Seconds later and John's cock got to sample her pussy hole; her wetness surprising him momentarily before his shaft penetrated her fully. John's bound body restricted his ability to thrust upwards into her love hole but she was more than prepared to take the brunt of the work. She rode him heavily with ever increasing force, her pussy walls sliding up and down on John's hard and lengthened dick. She was panting heavily now, her gaze wild. Every so often and she would slap him across the face, but with diminishing strength as her passions spent her of fury. John was reeling, not only from the blows being administered to his face, but from the drunk like state of bliss the woman's sex was giving him. On the one hand, every fibre of his being was repulsed at the way he was being treated, what with his bonds, the gag, the pissing, and the hits and even the way she had spat in his face before she started to ride his cock. Another deeply rooted and twisted part of his subconscious was meanwhile taking a deep thrill from the ministrations being applied to his defenceless body. John could sense the woman nearing her orgasm and he moved to join her. The wetness of her pussy sliding along his dick was incredible. She was nowhere near as tight as Mandy had been the night before. However, she knew exactly how to angle her pussy walls around his shaft to maximise both their pleasures. She was panting heavily and John was struggling also with his breathing restricted to just his nose. Blackness threatened his consciousness with the lack of air and all the blows she had administered to his skull. Desperately he fought back the darkness as an incredible need rose in. The desire to shoot his load inside the woman's body was now overwhelming him with its intensity. Finally it was too much. John felt his world go nova as his white spunk shot from the end of his dick and deposited itself deep inside the woman's pussy. For the briefest of moments John desperately feared that he had come too soon and reprisals would soon be applied to his defenceless body. However, his fears were soon quashed as just then he felt the woman riding his cock reach her own orgasmic conclusion. The tightness on John's manhood vanished as the woman pulled free leaving behind her love juices and some of John's spunk on his lap. John could feel the penalty for his exhaustion clawing at his mind and threatening to drag him downwards into a pool of darkness. His last waking recollection before he passed out was the black woman reaching forwards and grabbing his head. Forcing it downwards she spat in his hair as a final act to her fuck. This and the wonderful sight of her bare pussy lips hovering over his piss and love juice stained body were the last images in his mind as darkness once again claimed him.