0 comments/ 21792 views/ 6 favorites Off Road By: JofD I have reached a new low. It seems there is no way to get out of this place. Everything around me is full of nothing, no life. I must make the most of it though as my ticket out of here is not for a couple more days. So what to do with a couple of days in the middle of no where. It's a couple miles to town. Which mind you doesn't have that much more to do, but it's a damn sight better than setting on my ass for two days watching the wind blow. I put on a pair of cargo shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and jogging shoes. Heading out the door I snag a bottle of water from my cousins fridge and make my way out to the road. As I approach the road I take note that I have not seen a car pass since I walked out the door. Being from the country myself, I am not overly concerned with having any kind of trouble. About a half mile down the road a guys pulls over and asks me if I need a lift. I climb into his Jeep thinking this could be a bad idea. He asks me where I am going. I explain that I am just looking for something to do for the day as my cousin is at work and I am just here visiting. He tells me that he is going to town for fuel and then going out to his families property to do a little off-roading. He says will drop me off in town where ever I want after he gets fuel. On the short ride to town we make small talk and learn that we seem to have a bit in common. After getting gas he tells me that if I want to tag along I am more than welcome to, but it will just be the two of us. I thought why not, there didn't really seem to be anything in town that could be that much fun. We roll out of town and turn off into a pastor. At the other end is a forest. He asks me if I have anything against getting wet. I told him that aside from my cell and my wallet I don't have anything that can't get wet. He has me put my stuff in the glove box and takes off toward the trees. At first it didn't seem all that grand of a place to be, but as we get into the trees the trail starts to get pretty hairy. There are several downed trees that he easily crawls over in the Jeep. Then it opens up into a creek, in which he just drops right into. Instead of crossing he turns and goes down stream. We both got drenched before he turns out on the trail. After about fifteen minutes my ass is starting to get sore from the damp clothes. Before I can say something about it he stops. He turns to me to say he needs to dry off a bit before we go any further. I am not sure how we are going to manage that as I didn't see any towels. Even if there were any towels they would be soaked as well. Getting out and admiring the view I realize that I have to pee. Just as I am fishing my dick out, he walks around the Jeep butt naked and says that I need to get out of the wet clothes before I get a rash. Not being bashful I take off all my clothes. I turn around to pee and as the stream starts, he walks in front of me and drops to his knees. He grabs my dick aiming it all over him. The last few drops trickle out into his mouth. He takes me into his mouth. Gently he coaxes my cock to life. It doesn't take long as the feel of his full lips glide over the length of my growing member. He has definitely done this before or so it seems. He takes his time as if he is enjoying what he is doing to me. Once it is hard a rock he is unable to deep throat me, but he makes up for it by licking the underside of my shaft and head every so often. Then he backs off to admire my cock. He strokes it staying near the base so as not to provide too much excitement. Though he keeps me right on the edge. Every time precum gathers on the tip he laps it up usually leaving a sting of juice attaching my cock to his lips. I can't stand all the attention any more. Grabbing the sides of his head I pull him up to kiss him. Letting our tongues roam each others mouths I can taste my precum still present in him. That only serves to make me hotter. I kiss my way down to his lightly haired chest to begin biting and sucking on his nipples. He moans his appreciation and rubs his cock against my thigh. He is already hard and leaking. I reach down to fondle it. Message it against my leg more. His cock is considerably bigger than mine. Stroking him lights a fire that has him pushing down on my shoulders. I don't hesitate, I have to taste this marvelous piece of man meat. Now face to face with it I realize that it is beautiful. I am not a good judge of size but it has to be about nine inches long and throbbing for attention. Wrapping my hand around it, precum immediately starts to ooze out. Placing it at my lips I lick the juices up and then open my mouth to slide it in. I work back and forth on it taking a little more each time I go down. I love the feel of the veins pushing at my lips, pulsing with life. Finally I get far enough down to feel it hit my throat. He is big enough that I am unable to get him into my throat so I concentrate on making long strokes. When he places his hands on the back of my head I almost panic but calm myself and allow him to face fuck me. Several strokes into it he is getting more forceful. I can feel my throat begin to relax more and more. He pushes me down on his cock and tells me to swallow. I swallow which allows his cock to push into my throat. He doesn't stop until my nose is pushing into his pubs. Holding my head in place he fucks my throat. The lack of air has about to the point of passing out so I push back. As soon as I catch my breath I grab his ass and pull him in for more. He pulls out and tells me to put my hands on the side of the Jeep. He rubs his cock up and down the crack of my ass. The warm head feel so good. He says don't move. Me both stand motionless for a few second when I feel a warm liquid coating my ass. He makes the comment that it is the best lube around. With that he starts pushing his hard prick into my tight hole. A pop and shot of pain shoots through me as his cock slides in. He stops and tells me to relax as he is going to add some more lube. I feel his cock twitch inside of me and the warmth of his golden nectar. His warm piss is filling my ass making me quickly forget the pain. Before I realize it he is balls deep in my ass and still pissing in my bowels. Finishing he pulls out to the tip. As he does some of his fluids leak out. They run down over my balls and cock. He runs his hands over my ass checks while he slowly fucks my tight piss filled ass. He pounds me hard making sure that he bottoms out on every thrust. The feel of his cock as sloshes in and out of my ass feels great. I don't want it to end. I find myself whimpering when he pulls out. He tells me to lay down on my back. I lie down in the grass. He grabs my legs and places them on his shoulders and begins to pummel my ass again. Now he is stroking my cock as he fucks me. It doesn't take long before I am shooting my load all over my chest and stomach. He asks me if I want him to cum in my ass or in my mouth. With out thinking about I reply that I want it in my mouth, I love the taste of cum. He pulls out and scoots up to place his cock in my mouth. I can taste me on him. He commands me to make him cum. So I suck him hard and fast. In no time at all he unloads what has to be the biggest load of cum ever. I swallow every spurt until he is dry. He tells me that I have to stay with him and his wife tonight, but that's a different story... Maybe? Off-Road Conversations "Turn here." I look at her with suspicion. There were three choices before me at this moment. Continue down the road and eventually make our way back to I-49's endless stretch. Turn right and creep our way through the sleeping country of Natchitoches parish. Or -- as she just asked me -- venture left onto a dirt road that I was certain had been clipped from a horror film and placed here to test college students who procrastinated during midterms. "What? Don't trust me?" Her hand slips from the passenger side and over my right thigh. "Are we talking about your sense of direction or the direction you hand is going?" "Which one would you trust more?" she says with a sly smile. I couldn't help but laugh out loud causing her to pull her hand up quickly. There was a line of defensiveness in everything we both said and did with each other. It was a charge of not knowing and a deeper charge of knowing too much that led to the two of us driving at back roads at 1am on a weeknight. *********** I was very private about my affairs with women. I wasn't exactly "in the closet" but I didn't hook-up with women around my college town. To date, anything involving a woman and myself revolved around meeting in a club or bar 200 miles away in New Orleans. The Crescent City provided something my small college town couldn’t – anonymity. On such nights, you would find the tension of lingering glances across dance floors and scan the bar for the briefest hint of an interested momentary “friend.” With a few strategically placed bumps and a series of slides across the dance floor, I would use the dance floor as a jigsaw puzzle, working my way through the maze of thump-a thump-a’s to find where I best fit for the weekend. Each woman would become something of a game and each glance a new house rule to play against. Once someone’s eyes would transfix on me for longer than two minutes, I would find myself issuing a "pardon me" as I walk past the object of my lust for the evening, resting my hand across her hip bone and reading her reaction. If she smiled and said it was alright, I'd linger a moment longer. With some the moment was never necessary. Their eyes invited me to stay while the music gave them reason to push into my soft embrace and invite me to merge into their curves more intimately than before. Eventually the evening would finish with a slight buzz of a cocktail and riding a full high of lust as we'd make our way to her place. Saying goodbye was rarely an issue since much of my appeal was the “out-of-towner” introduction made earlier in the evening. Occasionally leaving my number and rarely including my last name, I would find myself back on the road by sunrise, working the concrete beneath my tires as I returned to pursue a "higher" education. After two years, my routine was familiar and comfortable (while my car was in desperate need of a tune up). Her life was quite different. I was running full throttle into my fifth year of attempting to decide what the hell I wanted to do with my life. She, however, walking into her third year. While I skidded down the path of a Bachelor of Arts degree she was nose deep in science texts. Neurology was starting to consume her current semester. Our passions were polar opposite sides of the spectrum but we were both nerds in our own right. It was her intelligence that caused me to slow from a run to a brisk walk and pay more attention to the woman in front of me. We were both enrolled in the college honor’s campus and by definition this also translated the two of us being chronic procrastinators. I had come to learn that at an academic level, procrastination leads to finding distractions on a much larger circle. For both of us, it meant being involved in a countless number of campus extra-curricular activities. Our social circles where wide spread and full of hundreds of mutual acquaintances. Yet, we never seemed to really speak to each other. She had dated around and recently ended it with a grade school chum of mine. It didn't work out, much to his sadness. My younger brother had turned his head to meet her gaze to find that she didn't return the same glances. Many people found it hard not to notice her. Well, I should say everyone noticed her except me. Had it not been for a guest lecturer one evening and sitting behind her, who’s to say if I ever would have. Rumors had been around campus for some time that I may enjoy the company of women. However, much of the time they were simply rumors. Since breaking of the relationship and near engagement with my boyfriend of three years, I had kept my personal life highly private. Rumors were easy to start due to my silence. I have and will always be somewhat of a tomboy. Soft in voice and manners and feminine in my own ways, I enjoy jeans, polos and a comfortable pair of shoes, avoiding heels and dresses (even when the occasion called for it). While not stocky, I have the thighs of a soccer player and the calves of a working girl. All of my past boyfriends had been attracted to me because I could hold my own and they like "strong" women. Most of my weekend adventures enjoyed me because I rode the fine line of “gay” and “straight,” which would allow beer goggles to let my evening of release to see whatever it is she wanted to see. She teetered on princess. Well, if you didn't know her you might think that. Her soft brown eyes against the glow of her Latina tone were thrown against a laugh that turned ears and begged you to mingle with seductive lips and fever-laced touches. If you didn’t pay any attention, first glances would highlight incredibly feminine woman. She liked it that way. Physically, to many, she was beautiful. This usually kept her date and inquiry card quite full. If you took time you’d learn that the feminine would make you biased to your assumptions of what she was like outside of your periphery. You wouldn't know that she hunted with her father or liked fast cars and cheap beer. Your mind would make you think she was vastly different. She had made out with women before. We discussed this, ironically, before kissing ourselves for the first time. Past the drunken games of "pass the ice," a few spin-the-bottle evenings and the occasional curiosity, she had yet to experience a woman full-on. How the conversation began and how we ended up here at these crossroad (literally) is still quite a blur. A brief conversation in the halls of Morrison led to coffee which in turn led to a barista politely asking us to leave thirty minutes after close. A conversation of five minutes had been over two hours and the evening found us both driving to our own residence. The cliché of two women just "hitting it off" was slowly becoming a reality. Later that evening we found ourselves in each other's company again to share a kiss that would grace the pages of a teen romance novel or end up on a CW sweeps week episode. The flirting and slowly getting to know each other had consumed my last week. It was a pace I wasn’t familiar with. In all honesty, it was a pace that made me more nervous and anxious than comfortable. Desperate to return to something familiar, I had made plans with a former “buddy” for a quick visit over the weekend. I thought a trip to Shreveport to "get things out of my system" would be what I needed in order to continue this charade of “getting to know you.” A good fuck would be enough to calm me and give this – “thing,” more time. The trip was cut short by a phone call from her the morning of asking if we could grab a drink. This translated to a night spent on Cane River to talk about everything and nothing. My standards were being destroyed as I willingly succumbed to each request she had. ********** "I wasn't asking you to move it," I said peering at her through the darkness of my car. "Turn left." She had some authority in her voice. "I've been here before. Turn left." I ease off the break and allow the car to slowly move forward, pulling ourselves off of the paved road and onto the earth worn path. We drove in silence. Cautiously I continue a few miles forward before returning my foot to the break and bringing the car to a full stop. The small city had disappeared long ago in the mirror and we had officially entered farming country. As the windows of the car rolled downward, I listen intently for the sound of banjos in the background. "Get out of the car." I stared at her a moment. For the first time in our conversations the statement felt more like an order. I unbuckled my belt and pulled myself out of the small coupe cautiously closing the door behind me. I heard her door close behind me as I waited to see if she would supply further instruction. "Isn't it beautiful?" she said, walking around and placing her arms around my waist from behind. "You don't see stars like this in many places." She was right. It was breathtaking. If I would have allowed myself to be the romantic at this moment I would have easily turned and kissed her softly, beneath a sky of a thousand flickering lights. If I were in a romantic mood I would have played music from the car while we laughed about previous exploits and teased each other with our hips dancing to the music. But I wasn't in a romantic state of mind. I was tired of the endless conversations. I was exhausted by our late evening conversations and early morning calls of daily thought. I was horny. And I was tired of being respectful to the beautiful woman who was only inches from any part of my body at this moment. "I come out here any time I need to think or just need time for myself," she said softly as her hands slowly lifted my black polo and brushed the soft skin above my jeans. "It's as if I get to run away to a different world where no one knows me and I'm not expected to keep any kind of behavior," she says, as she moves her thumb behind my belt and pushes the leather strap forward. I grab her hand, freezing her in place. What did she think she was doing? After a week of being a well-behaved and considerate woman, I was now being expected to follow her lead as we ventured into a territory I was vastly more familiar with. I would not have it. She would not have me. Interlocking our fingers, I pull her hand from my belt and turn around facing her. Even in the dimmest of light I could see her eyes look at me in a way I hadn't yet been invited to experience. I step towards her, pushing her back into the car. She backs into the hood with a soft thud as I push myself into her. The silence of the land is met by the screaming of my body and the pleading of hers. "Some silence is overrated," I say bringing my lips to find hers. She leans into me for the kiss, finding my lips parted briefly as I lean in and bite her lower lip. Slowly pulling away I returned my eyes to hers. The devious smile across my face invites her to play along. Even in the pale light, I can see her bite her lower lip and trace my body with her eyes. This may all be new because of the gender before her, but the lust is familiar to any person who has stood in front of her before. Holding my waist, she pushes herself further onto the hood of the small blue two-door. The distance lasts but a second as she pulls me into her, forcing our lips to meet in unison. Until this moment our kisses had been polite, kind and without pressure. Now they scream with desire, need and unmeasured lust. Our tongues dart to and fro in search for air, familiarity and something to satisfy the hunger between the two of us. Again her hands stretch and reach for my shirt again, trying to pull it from my torso. A "no" escapes my lips as I pulled her towards me enough to grab a hold of her shirt. Quickly finding the bottom of her familiar cotton material, I pull her shirt over her head and throw it to the side of the car. Before she can argue my lips have returned to hers. My hands survey her body roaming from naval up to neck and back down again. She leans her head back in simple bliss, allowing my kisses to trail from her lips to the ear and down her neck. As my hands graze the back of her silk bra, I feel her body tighten. We may be in the middle of nowhere but we are still somewhere public. A sly smile meets her eyes causing her to relax and bite my neck, indicating permission to continue. My hands fall onto her waist pulling her into me harder. Her firm breasts are pushing against the few layers of clothing that separate us. Next time there must be fewer clothes, I think to myself. With one arm reached around her back pulling her into me, the other works to unbutton the top button of her jeans and slowly slide down the zipper. In the sound of silence a moan escapes between the two of us. We pull away and I blush into the dark Fall sky when it is realized that the sound came from my lips. Before returning to my polite actions of days past, she grabs my forearm and presses my hand against the space between her curves. I can feel a familiar and inviting wetness through the denim as I look up to meet her eyes. I feel her legs spread further apart beneath my thigh which is now resting between her and rubbing her wetness from the exterior of the blue cotton. My lips return to her collar bone, biting her tender skin as one of my hands disappears beneath the lace trim of her cotton panties. She lifts my head to meet her gaze again. "It's ok," she whispers. "I don't need permission," I reply. "No. But you don't need to be polite either," she responds. "Don't treat me I'm something you can break." Without hesitation my hand slides further into her pants, finding the inviting area. This time the moan escapes her lips as my fingers familiarize themselves. I could stay lost in these folds and new curves forever but her body begs me to search further and deeper. I slide one solitary finger into her as her back arches to the invited intruder. Slowly bringing my finger to a hook I pull back out, feeling the muscles of her tight body attempt to keep me in for a moment longer. As she releases, I plunge back into her with force and need. "More," she says pulling at my arm. A second finger explores her as I pull her bra over her breast and take her nipple into my mouth. I have now become lost in the soft skin that has consumed my dreams and thoughts for the last week. All the respect and “taking it slow,” for her sake has been discarded and all I want now is to feel her body climax against me and to make her descend to complete exhaustion from our current actions. In moments a third enters her, ravishing the wet folds beneath her jeans. Her hips pump into me in rhythm as we dance against the hood of the car. She is tugging at my hair which has now fallen from its pony tail and is quickly becoming a distraction to our kissing. My thigh pushes into her with each pump while I attempt to brace myself with the other arm against the car. She is fucking me harder than I can push into her. Her entire body screams with delight as I let my own body move in a steady rhythm of pleasure against her. I can feel her walls starting to tighten as curve my fingers again for a slow pull forward. The screams of "yes" and "harder" fill the silent air with a volume that could possibly be heard miles away on campus. With another few strokes she convulses beneath me. My thigh starts to shake as I find myself thrusting into her harder bringing myself to a much needed climax. I collapse on top of her. Exhausted. Wet. Spent. And deeply turned on. After a few moments of heavy breathing I remove my hand and brush the hair from our faces searching her eyes. She looks up at me softly and pulls me in for a kiss. We sit their quietly allowing the other to catch their breath. “…wow.” “So, am I warrant a ‘wow’?” she asks laughing beneath my weight. “You took a lot more out of me than I would have given you credit for.” “You didn’t think I could wear you out.” “I didn’t say you wore me out,” I stammer breathing heavy. “People don’t ‘wear me out.’” “Oh, is that so? Are you done pretending that you are in charge?” "Wha-" I respond. " –Are you done with this charade that you have to be in charge? Is it out of your system now?" She pulls herself to her feet as I stay lying against the hood of the car. Within moment I feel her reach my waist from behind. Before I can react she has taken my belt once again in her hands and begins to remove it. "Now -- we can do this two ways. You can just let me do what I want to do -- or you can fight me and I'll still do what I want to do." I feel the air hit my legs as my pants fall beneath the car. To Be Continued... Off Road Encounter "Where?" Beth asked, holding her cell phone tightly against one ear and pressing her other ear closed with her fingers to block ambient noise. The man on the other end of the conversation was trying to give her directions. "Turn left onto Lowman Road off Roy Road. Go down about a quarter mile and there is a dirt road on the right. It kinda looks like a driveway." He repeated. "Am I going to be able to get in there in my Charger?" Beth asked. "Yeah, just take it easy where there is a little hill in the road. I don't think it will scrape." The man tried to reassure Beth. "Ok. See you in about ten minutes." Beth disconnected the call and put her car in drive. As she pulled onto Roy Road, she could feel her pussy already getting wet. The Hemi engine of her Dodge Charger made a gravelly sound as she accelerated toward her destination and her rendezvous. As Beth drove, she thought about the man waiting at her destination. She noticed he was handsome the first time she met him, and big. He stood about six foot, two inches tall. He was muscular but not overly so. She guessed he weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds. They met in a thrift store and struck up a conversation. When the chance conversation lasted longer than Beth was comfortable, they arranged to meet at the local Hardee's and their conversation continued for over an hour. Beth was attracted to him, so she asked for his telephone number. He asked for her telephone number as well, but Beth told him she was not certain her husband would approve. He did not seem taken aback. She did not use his number for four days. Ahead Beth saw the road he described on her right and began slowing to make the turn. Her pussy might be wet, but she had butterflies in her stomach. She had only met this man once and only spoke to him for a couple hours. She was certain her butterflies appeared because she is horny and meeting a handsome man she barely knew to have first--time sex. She felt giddy. Up on the left appeared to be the dirt road he described to her. She slowed and looked at it hard before turning her wheels to enter. He was right; it looks like a drive. Two parallel dirt tracks with tall grass and weeds between them. The vegetation crowded both sides of the road as well. Beth concluded the road certainly was not well traveled. Beth eased her car, no more than five miles an hour, down the dirt road. About one hundred feet down another drive veered off to the right. Beth could not see the house, but decided its occupants must be the persons using it because past the drive, the dirt road was narrower, more overgrown and not maintained. Fifty yards past the drive, a large hill appeared. From the driver's seat of her car, she could not see over it. She proceeded up it cautiously and slowed the car almost to a stop before venturing over the top. Down below she saw a mid--70s Chevrolet pickup truck parked in the middle of the dirt road. He was standing inside the open driver's--side door watching her as she drove down the hill. Beth stopped her car behind his truck and turned off the ignition. He watched her as she stepped out and walked the twenty feet between them. Beth could see the lust in his eyes. When she reached him, he took her by the waist, pressed his body into hers and, without a word, kissed her deeply. They continued to kiss as he pushed her back against the bench seat of his truck. He massaged her large tits. Beth moved her hands across his shoulders, back and chest before grabbing his cock and balls through his worn blue jeans. He broke their kissing long enough to lift Beth onto the bench seat and climb into the cab of the truck beside her as she scooted to the passenger side. They kissed again. He pushed Beth into a semi--reclining position. The elastic waist of her pants yielded when he pulled the legs down and over her shoes. Beth herself gathered the tail of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Immediately she removed her bra and her double D breasts fell free. He paused only momentarily to admire her large areolas and nipples. Beth sat back up and embraced her new lover with her naked body. They kissed again before Beth began unbuckling his belt and unsnapping his pants. He impatiently pulled his pants down to his boot tops. Beth began pulling his underwear down before he could get his jeans down to his ankles. He didn't bother trying to take off his boots. Beth's attention focused on his manhood. His cock was magnificent. Not really long -- probably about six inches -- but it was very thick. "All the better to stuff you with," Beth whimsically thought. His balls were equally impressive. They were large and hung below his dick in the loose skin of his scrotum. Beth felt his finger invade the folds of her wet pussy. Then another. Finally he inserted three fingers up to the palm of his hand and began working her pussy into a frenzy. Her juices made a loud churning sound as he worked her cunt with his left hand. Beth grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away from her cunt. She put her head into his lap and tried to take his cock in her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could but she was not comfortable, especially with the steering wheel hitting her on the side and back of her head when she tried to move too much. Despite the difficulties, Beth sucked his fat cock until she feared he was going to cum in her mouth. "Oh no," Beth thought to herself, "I have a much better place for you to deposit your hot seed!" Beth kissed his cock on the tip and sat up. "I want you inside me," Beth purred. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and continued, "Com'on, put that big cock inside me." He slid off the bench seat and stood outside the driver's side of the truck with his jeans gathered around the top of his boots. Beth laid back, slid her wet pussy to the edge of the bench seat and spread her legs as wide as the back of the seat and the steering wheel would allow. He stepped forward with his cock in hand. For only a moment he allowed the head of his hefty cock to linger at the entrance to Beth's pussy. Then he parted her lips with the head of his cock and pushed the fat shaft inside. "Ohhhhhhhh . . .," Beth moaned as she felt the full breadth of his dick inside her. Beth was exhilarated. She was on her back on the bench seat of a pickup truck in the middle of the afternoon with a good ol' boy she met less than a week ago buried in her pussy balls deep and fucking it for all he is worth. The possibility of discovery added to the thrill. Admittedly, there was not much chance of someone coming along but . . . there was a chance. What if it were a deputy sheriff, she mused. If she got caught buck naked and getting fucked by a good ol' boy, her husband would be pissed, especially since she was a deputy sheriff herself before she got married. The whole sheriff's department would know before shift change. "Fuck me, baby!" Beth urged him on. He began to fuck her hard. His shaft moved rapidly in and out of her hot, wet cunt, like an engine piston. With every thrust, she could feel his oversized nuts slap the cheeks of her ass. She rested the heels of her feet against the small of his back and pulled to match his thrusts. Her large tits lunged back and forth on her chest as he shoved the full length of his manhood into her with each stroke. She reached up and pinched his left nipple hard. He enjoyed the pain. Beth felt his cock growing harder and wider. "He's about to cum," she thought. Although the rough pounding he was giving her was hot, Beth was not ready to orgasm herself. The cramped quarters was preventing her from reaching nirvana. She partially sat up and put her hand on his stomach to signal him to stop. He withdrew. Beth could see her juices glisten on his cock. She stepped out of the truck. Reaching under the seat, she moved it back as far as it would go. "Lie down on the seat and move over," Beth instructed and indicated he should lie back on the widest point of seat. When he was positioned, Beth straddled him. Her double D tits hung in his face. Reaching back with her hand, Beth pushed his thick cock into her cunt. She then leaned into him to keep from hitting her head on the roof of the cabin as she began to ride his dick. Her tits hung down, moving back and forth with each thrust as her large nipples traced lines across his chest. When she occasionally raised her torso slightly to increase the pressure between the base of his shaft and her clit, her tits hit him in the face. As she ground her pussy into his pelvis, the movement began to have the desired effect. Both began building rapidly toward climax. "Oh God . . . its coming, almost . . . there, ugh . . . ugh . . . ugh, ugh, uuugggghhhh ahhhhhhhhhgggggg!" Beth's screamed. She was sure her cries of passion could be heard at the unseen farmhouse. Her expressions of ecstasy were joined by his as he dumped a large load of seed into Beth's cunt. She collapsed onto him and rested her arms around his neck on top of the seat back. Raising slightly to look into his eyes, she smiled and asked, "How'd you like that, big boy?" "Enough to want to fuck you every day, that's how I liked it," he smiled back at her. "Hmmmmm . . . I don't know about every day . . .," Beth teased, "maybe!" Beth could feel the wet mess her juices and his sperm had made as the lips of her cunt rested on his balls. His dick was still inside her. Beth lifted herself off his cock. Looking between her legs, she could see a long strand of his cum stretched between her cunt and the head of his cock. Below his glans, her juices and his cum already had run down his shaft and over his large, hanging balls. "Where are you going? That felt sooooo good," he said. Beth rolled her hips to her right across the front seat attempting not to spill the contents of her pussy onto the seat of his truck. When she reached the end of the seat, she pivoted and landed with both feet on the dusty road between the open door and the bench seat. The inside of her leg felt wet. She watched as a large amount of sperm finished its journey down the inside of her leg. When it dripped off the inside of her knee, a small amount of dust flew up from the road upon impact. "Kinda like a cartoon," Beth thought. "We made quite a mess," Beth said and started looking for her clothes. He was sitting up now and saw Beth pick up her bra. "Whoa, little lady," he said with a grin. "We ain't though yet, are we?" He jumped out of the truck beside her, his jeans still around his ankles. He surrounded her with his arms and pulled her close into his body. Beth felt something hard pressing against her stomach. She looked down. "Oh my God, how did you get hard again so quickly?" She asked both impressed and amused. "Guess it's just the company, ma'am," he said in his best western cowboy drawl and reached up to tip his imaginary hat. Beth laughed. He stepped on his jeans and, lifting his leg, pulled each pant leg in turn over his boots. Beth heard the last leg tear as his boot passed through it. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and led her to the front of her Dodge Charger. He kissed her, spun her around and, with a large hand firmly on her back, pushed her down onto the hood. Her tits were pressed against the hood of her car. The hood was hot, having been warmed by the afternoon sun. He could see the sides of her breasts on both sides of her back. His hand still rested in the middle of her back, but no effort was required to hold her down. He reached down between Beth's legs, wet his fingers in her cunt and wiped a combination of her juices and his sperm onto her asshole. Beth drew a sharp breath. "You really aren't finished with me yet, are you?" She heard him spit. "Are you gonna fuck my ass too?" Without responding, he wiped his spit onto the head and shaft of his dick. "You're a quite one, aren't you? Strong silent type?" Beth teased and laughed to herself. Beth felt him touch his cock's bulbous head to the entrance to her ass and press forward. Slow at first. Then with a pop, the glans pushed past her sphincter and he slid the shaft smoothly into her ass. His cock was so thick. She felt really full. He began to slowly push in and out of her ass. Gradually he increased the tempo as Beth's ass loosened to accommodate the heft of his prodigious organ. He shoved his cock into her ass roughly. His large nuts slapped her pussy wet with his sperm. To take the edge off the pain, Beth reached down and began vigorously rubbing her clit. Only a moment later her orgasm began to build. She knew she was going to climax before he did if she did not help him along. "You like fucking my ass, don't you?" Beth hoped dirty talk would help him catch up. Her orgasm was near. He didn't answer except for the occasional grunt as he shoved his cock back into Beth's ass. "You like fucking the ass of another's man's wife, don't you?" Beth continued. He grunted his response. "You want to dump a large load of your cum in my nasty ass," Beth made a statement. She felt the pressure in her loins that heralded the imminent arrival of her orgasm. If she did not want him to continue to pound his fat cock in her sore ass after she climaxed, she needed to step up her game. She waited. He delivered a few more hard thrusts into her ass. Just as she knew her orgasm was inevitable, she stopped rubbing her clit and reached further back between her legs and grabbed his large balls. She squeezed, hard. He yelped and started dumping his load in Beth's tight ass. The pulsing of his cock as it delivered its payload pushed Beth over the edge. Her second orgasm exploded, more forceful than her first. Her pussy flooded with her juices. She collapsed and rested her full weight on the hood of her Charger. Exhausted, he pulled his cock out of Beth's ass. As he withdrew, his cock pulled some his seed out with it. He tried to watch it drip down her pussy before she stood and turned to face him. A drop of sperm clung to the tip of his still semi--hard dick. Beth smiled. "I gotta go, stud." Beth said as she walked by him to retrieve her clothes from the cab of his truck. He watched as she passed him. A moment passed. He shrugged his shoulders and started to walk back to his truck. Before he could get back to the open door, Beth met him, fully dressed but barefooted with shoes in hand. "Thank you," she said with a sexy smile as she raised up on her toes to give him a peck on the lips. She continued walking. "Hey!" He said in an attempt to get Beth's attention. No response. He turned and watched her get into her car. Beth backed her car up over the hill with him standing inside the door of his truck completely nude except his socks and boots. He was watching her leave. "Funny sight. Wish I could take a picture," she thought. Beth backed to the driveway on the other side of the hill, turned around and drove out the dirt road toward Roy Road. As she turned onto Roy Road and accelerated to the throaty rumble of the Hemi engine, she smiled. She had just been thoroughly fucked and she was headed home with her pussy and ass full of a near--stranger's cum. Hot! Off Road Fuck Without a word, they stood and looked deep into each other's eyes. Dave reached out and his fingers traced the curves of her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and chin. She sighed. Her lips parted. Like a feather, Dave's finger traced the contours of her lips. The gentle caresses left Rita brimming with erotic energy. His hands lingered on Rita's neck and pulled their faces together. Their lips met - ever so gently at first. Then with mounting passion - deep wet kisses, nips with teeth, tongues dancing. Hot, hungry wet mouths fuelling hot hungry bodies. They moaned and pulled body closer to body. Rita put her hands under Dave's buttoned shirt. Ran her fingers through his chest hair, felt the toned muscles of his chest, shoulders, stomach, back. Feeling his strength and power inflamed her further. Dave felt a tremendous heat rise within him as his cock swelled. He touched her short curly hair, caressed her shoulders and bare arms. He pulled his mouth from hers for a moment and said, "You're so sexy." His hands explored her back, slid down and up under her black skirt to massage her ass. Rita moaned and pushed her crotch against him. Dave thrust back. They stepped apart and Dave pulled up the front of her skirt, pushed aside her swollen labia and found her clit with two fingers. Rita inhaled sharply, sighed loudly and groaned, "O my god, Dave, O my god." She planted her mouth back on his, thrust her hips against his fingers and shuddered all over. Dave lowered himself to the tangy sent that attracted him in the first place. He lifted her leg to the runner on this truck, so her legs would open wide. That way Dave could get right into her bald cunt. He pushed up the rest of the skirt to reveal the rest of her bald swollen cunt. He parted her lips and ran his tongue along her slit. Her flicked his tongue as he explored her lips until he found the deep hole the hard tip of his tongue was searching. Deeper and deeper her fucked her with his tongue. Rita's moans could be heard all over as it echoed off the hillside. Rita grabbed the front of her skirt as Dave pushed two fingers into her wet juicy cunt and continued licking her bald lips.Licking slurping tasting every drop of her . His tongue found her hardened clit and flicked his tongue over it until he felt her cunt muscles tightened over his thrusting fingers. Cream poured over his fingers and all over his face as she grunted and moaned loudlyto an orgasm. Dave continued to finger fuck, her enjoying the cream as it melted on his chin and tongue. As he fingered her with one hand, he was stroking his cock with his other. Rita pulled his head from between her legs. She wanted him bad. She pushed him softly against her van. Rita unbuttoned the top button of his jeans slid the zipper open, slid her hand in and felt the silky smooth, yet rigid cock-head. Dave moaned. She loved the feeling of power when she held a cock in her hand - that special power that women have over men. She grasped the head with one hand and the shaft with the other. The two stood stroking each other, driving each other wild, stroking and kissing. This heat between them became the centre of the universe. They wanted to take and be taken. Right there. Right then. Public be damned. Dave led Rita between the truck and car they parked together just off the road. The pair were too excited and aroused to care who might drive by. Dave could not recall when his cock had felt so hard and had stood so tall. Rita could not remember this intense a fire in her belly. They stood half naked in each other's arms between the vehicles. Sun-warmed, breathing moistly on each other, naked, skin to skin, bliss to bliss. The pair was too lusty to be still for long. Rita turned her back, opened her legs, smiled and looked him in the eyes and said, "Dave, Dave honey, I want you inside me." Dave was dizzy with the smell of her pussy and of her sweat, and with the wildflowers all around them. He positioned himself behind Rita, between her legs with her weight supported by the open door and front seat of the van. She took his cock and rubbed it the length of her slit to open herself and to lubricate him. She was wet, warm, and ready. Rita held his shaft and his used cock-head to rub up and down her clit - driving them both wild. Both were moaning and gasping. She pulled his cock to her, put the tip in her pussy and let go. Dave collapsed his weight on her. As his hard nipples grazed her back, fire shot through her loins. As Dave slid into her warm, wet tightness, her pussy yielding to him, he almost came. He began to slide deeply in and almost all the way out - long, strong slow strokes. She pushed back in perfect rhythm. In and out, the liquid sounds of cock and pussy. His balls were slapping against her bald lips. The tang of sex was in the air. Gasping and moaning could be heard between the passing of each car and truck that drove unsuspecting pasted them.. For her, the incredible feeling of hard cock penetrating, and plowing her was a feeling of ecstasy. For him the tight embrace of a wet, warm cunt around his cock, the plunging in and out, the sweet, soft, round woman under him, wrapped around him. Neither could wait; neither could hold back. Faster and harder they fucked. Rita's body stiffened, her back arched, her pussy contracted, she pushed against him. She screamed, "Dave!!!!!!" and wave after wave of orgasm flowed through Rita's body. Dave pushed in and held himself there, felt the fiery come spurting from his cock, grunted almost sobbing, fell the warmth running up and down his body. He heaved against her, throbbed, and throbbed inside her tight pussy. Together, coming and coming and then they collapsed. Rita and Dave kissed tenderly and caressed each other for awhile, soothing, yet feeling the aftershocks of orgasm. Both were warm and drowsy. "Rita, you are sexy. That was incredible," he whispered. "Dave, you're the best. You're the best, god that was good," she said. They dressed basking in silent warmth, kissed each other tasting the juices of each other on their tongues and headed for their vehicles. "Lets do this again...it was so fucking sexy!" Rita suggested. Dave chuckled aloud "you got that right! We will do this again. Next time it's the locomotive" They kissed longing one more time and left in separated directions. Off-Road Goddess Copyright 2011 Christopher D.B. Normally on a Friday night I'd be at a local sports bar with some friends or out prowling a singles bar with a modest chance of bringing some lady home just before closing time. It was a real change from that routine to be in the basement of my apartment building sorting out various items of camping gear in my storage locker. From my old Boy Scout mess kit to an ultra lightweight backpacking tent I had picked up during my college days, I had more than enough equipment for a simple overnight trip. Shortly after moving into the apartment complex I became friends with Mike, one of my neighbors. We were regulars at the workout room by the pool. He owned a small four-wheel drive pickup that he said he took out on jeep trails a few times a year with some friends. I had told him I'd like to go along some time. My car was a holdover from college and I had thought about replacing it with a small SUV, mainly to deal with getting around in the snow, but it would be nice to see what kind of off-road adventures you could have during the warmer months. It had been just an hour ago that Mike stopped by and invited me to go on an overnight four-wheeling trip with him and some friends. Short notice, but I was up for it. We left early the next morning and after an hours drive east of the city we pulled into a small gas station convenience store bait shop combo called Bass n' Buck. It was located at a desolate crossroads near a national forest that was our destination. Mike's friends were already here waiting on us, and he pulled up beside a red jeep that sat high on a modified suspension fitted with oversized tires, and was coated with a thick layer of dried mud. I was quickly introduced to Dave and Sue, the owners of the red jeep, as they went about loading a big cooler with ice and beer by the open tailgate. He was a monster of a guy but seemed friendly enough. Sue had some extra pounds on her including a massive set of tits that were barely contained in her low cut top. One of them mentioned that Julia was inside the store picking up some last minute supplies. My eyes turned to the second jeep. Bright yellow, a newer model with similar tires to Dave's but no lift kit, and lacking his collection on dents and other body damage. A slogan on the spare tire cover claimed that 'Jeeps were for girls.' Being single, I was interested in meeting this Julia, and soon enough she walked out of the store. Dark wavy hair spilled down past her shoulders. A pair of scant daisy dukes and a black tank top with narrow straps perfectly molded to her well proportioned and solid figure. Wearing black rubber knee high boots as if she might also ride horseback, confidently strutting across the gravel lot in the low flat heels. As she joined the group I could see that she was older than me by perhaps five years or more, though it was obvious that she was in good shape. Her dark hair contrasted sharply with pale skin and her sly grin showed a faint trace of lipstick. "Who might you be?" she asked me in almost a challenging tone, her eyes giving me a quick onceover. "Eric," was all I could manage to say, my mouth suddenly dry and at a loss for words. "Well, Eric. Nice to have you along,"" she said slowly, letting her words taper off. The hope of any more conversation with Julia was broken off by Dave who wanted to discuss what trails we'd be hitting that day. He evidently came out here all the time and seemed to know what certain areas would be like based on recent rainfall, and what camping areas were likely to be filled up later in the afternoon. "You don't have a set of play tires yet, Mike," Julia said to my friend looking down at the wheels on his truck. "Best of luck," she told him in mocking disapproval. As we drove to the trails I said to Mike, "Man, that Julia is hot." "Dude, don't even get started with her," he said. "She's borderline psycho." When I tried to insist that he was joking, Mike stood his ground and just said it was best I not even consider pursuing her and then tried to change the subject. I suspected that he was hot for her as well and didn't want any competition from me. The series of trails we followed were anything from good quality dirt roads to deep mud holes or steep rutted hills. Julia was in the lead and would approach all the challenging parts with a sense of strategy, getting through or over anything with little trouble. Dave would then attack with an open throttle, spraying mud with all four tires, at times seeming to dig himself into more trouble but always getting out, leaving a wallowed mess for us to get through. I'll give Mike credit for seeming to have some skill driving through all that mud, but whether it was his truck having no weight in the back end or not having the proper tires, he got stuck a lot. In some ways that was no problem because Julia had a winch on her jeep that would mount on either the front or rear, and Dave had a big tangle of tow straps, chains, and anything else that was needed. These people knew what they were doing and could get Mike out of a hole quickly enough. His ego took the worst of it and Julia seemed to enjoy ribbing him any time she had to use her winch. "You know Mike, I bought this winch because I knew I'd be on the trail with you," she'd say as she pulled out the heavy cable, wading out into mud that came almost to the tops of her boots. It seemed to me that Julia made an effort to make sure her back was to me any time she had to bend over to hitch up the cable, giving me an eyeful of her sexy ass framed by the tight denim shorts. While Mike and I were clearly at a disadvantage bringing up the rear, I got the feeling that if Dave was in the lead he would take off with his foot to the floor and never be seen again unless wrapped around a tree. If we went first I assumed Mike would get us stuck eventually, landing Julia in front of us to winch us through, therefore putting her in the lead. With no real solution and Mike's temper fuming, I decided not to offer any suggestions to our traveling order, even after we ended up stuck and tilted sideways, with murky water filling the foot well on the driver's side. Late afternoon we ended up on a rugged fire service road that was easily passable with four-wheel drive and made our way back to the paved road to find a campsite for the night. Our planned destination was a small primitive camping area with only a few sites and a pond within walking distance where Dave was hoping to do some night fishing. The campground turned out to be full, so we made a rather long drive to another camping area. The second location was more heavily wooded and easily had twice as many campsites, all spread apart for a lot of privacy. A few RV's were squeezed in here though there weren't any utility connections, and there was a group of older guys tent camping and cleaning the days catch for a fish fry. This left plenty of spots for us to choose from. Our campsite had a gravel parking area just large enough for the three vehicles and a short trail led back to a large grassy clearing with a picnic table and a blackened iron fire ring. We lugged in our gear and as we were setting up camp, Sue asked Julia where her boyfriend was. "He broke up with me because he couldn't handle being dominated," Julia casually answered. Sue and Dave just seemed to nod in understanding. Now the idea of submitting to a beautiful dominatrix has always been a fantasy of mine so I had to ask, "Dominated? You mean as in whips and chains?" Mike seemed to be having some trouble pitching his tent and paused to shoot me a warning stare. "Yeah, something like that," Julia answered, nonchalantly. "Cool," was my only response. Although I had brought a can of beef stew to heat up over my backpacking stove, it seemed that Dave and Sue had brought enough food to share and set about preparing a communal feast. They quickly got a fire burning and placed a cooking grate over the top. I slipped out of my mud caked jeans into a clean pair, along with some fresh socks and shoes, glad I had thought to bring these. The campground had no showers, pit toilets were the only facilities to speak of, but I grabbed some soap, a towel and washcloth, and set out to wash up best I could at one of the water faucets. Just a short walk down the road and across from a small vacant campsite was an ornate stone pedestal with a drinking fountain on the top, and a faucet on the side above a shallow basin. I had stripped off my shirt and was almost finished washing up when I heard footsteps crunching towards me on the gravel road. Turning, I saw Julia approaching with an empty collapsible water jug in one hand. "So you think that being dominated by a woman is... cool?" she asked with a grin. "Well, it's always been a fantasy of mine," I confessed. "Then be my bitch and fill this up," she said, tossing the empty container at me. I just smiled, catching it in the air. Removing the cap I squatted by the faucet to fill the jug. Julia walked up close beside me and rested one of her muddy boots on the stone rim of the basin. "Tell me, Eric. Have you only fantasized about being dominated, or have you actually lived it? Tasted it? Felt the pain?" she asked in a low seductive tone. "I tried to get my ex-girlfriend to do this role play once. Just dress up in her boots and leather skirt and give me a spanking, but she just laughed and said that was silly." While I tried to sound confident, my voice had wavered slightly. "Is that why she's now your ex-girlfriend?" Julia asked strategically as she bent to twirl a lock of my hair slowly around one finger. "No," I said. The jug now full I shut off the faucet but stayed down at her feet. Looking up at Julia, who was remarkably clean after a day of driving her jeep through the mud, I explained that my ex was in a hurry to get married and raise a family. "I've only been out of college for a few years and want to get established in life. That other stuff can wait." Though I was expecting a laugh or wisecrack, Julia just nodded slowly, continuing to twist a finger through my hair. Then she picked up my damp washcloth from where I had hung it on the edge of the stone pedestal and let it drop. In the quiet forest it landed with prominent splat on the toe of her muddy boot. "I think its time you lived your fantasy, Eric," she said with a voice that was a low whisper blended with a throaty growl. "Now clean my boots." "Sure thing," I said, letting out a deep breath and setting the heavy water container off to one side. Giving me a light slap on the back of my head, she instructed, "The only responses I want to hear from you are, 'Yes, Miss Julia,' or 'No, Miss Julia,' and my most important rule is, do as I say. Do you understand, Eric?" "Yes, Miss Julia," I replied quietly, turning on the water faucet to a moderate flow and picking up the washcloth. A lot of times water at a remote camp is rusty or smells of sulfur, but here it ran clean, cool and fresh. She placed one foot into the basin and I alternately splashed water on her boot with my hands and wiped with the wet cloth. At first the mud only smeared on the black rubber but after a short while it began to rinse clean, the tan silt gently swirling down the bronze drain fitting. Then she rocked her foot back on the low heel so I could wipe the smooth sole of her boot clean. Julia handed me my towel and rested the heel of her boot on the rim of the basin. There was no need for a verbal command so I shut off the water, our world now almost silent, and I toweled the boot dry. Apparently satisfied with my work she turned around, leaning a hip against the stonework, and placed her other boot in the shallow basin. "I'll bet you thought that dominant women only wore boots that came up to here," she placed the tip of a finger, the sensibly cut nail painted a deep shade of red, halfway up her thigh. "With tall stiletto heels. Am I right?" "Yes, Miss Julia," I answered. She told me that she owned a pair of boots like that and maybe I would get to see her in them another time, but I had to prove to her that I could take care of these boots first. The black rubber was scuffed in places and I assumed that her boots were a few years old. They felt thick and high quality and showed no signs of cracking. Julia would get plenty of more wear out of them. Her legs looked smooth and freshly shaven. As I turned off the water and began to dry her boot with my towel I could hear her breathing deeply against the background of birds and cicadas in the trees. I looked at the crotch of her skin tight shorts, imagining that she was getting turned on and moist. "Take the water back to the entrance to our camp," she ordered. "I'm not finished with you yet and if someone needs the water I don't want us to be disturbed. I'll be waiting over there," she said pointing to the vacant campsite across the road. Julia also instructed me to get an item from the back of her jeep and so I knew that my boot cleaning duties were not over yet. I've never cared for the collapsible five gallon water carriers. Handy yes, but the thin handle bites into your flesh as you lug it. Setting it on the short trail that led to our campsite, I could smell the smoke from the fire and the aroma of grilling burgers. Bits of conversation floated over on the light breeze and all seemed well. The interior of her jeep was relatively clean and uncluttered. Of course the floorboard in front of the driver's seat was covered with mud, most of which had sunk out of the way into the deep ribs of the rubber floor mat. I took a quick glance at some CD cases in the console, thinking I might learn more about her by her taste in music. It was an eclectic mix. Kid Rock to Abba and Direks Bentley to Great White. Moving the driver's seat forward I climbed into the back where the rear jump seat had been replaced with a diamond plate metal tool box bolted to the floor. I quickly found the spray bottle of rubber conditioner, normally used for tires, but apparently also useful for shining rubber boots. Before closing the lid I quickly scanned over the rest of the contents. Tow straps, heavy gauge jumper cables, a stout lug wrench, all neatly compartmentalized by homemade plywood dividers. A small cardboard box suddenly caught my eye. Forty caliber ammunition. Julia owned a gun. Perhaps she was a cop. She certainly had the attitude for the job. Feeling I had wasted time, I jogged back to where I knew Julia was waiting. I seemed to have caught her by surprise and saw she was holding my shirt up to her face and deeply inhaling the day's worth of my sweat. She told me to kneel down by the bench of the picnic table and then sat on the table top, resting her boots on the bench in front of me. I was ready with the spray bottle when she said, "Before you spray that on I want you to make sure that my boots are perfectly clean. Give them a good onceover with your tongue." I willingly obeyed, giving her boots long slow licks. Of course they were clean, and I was getting extremely aroused. I paused for a moment to adjust my jeans to give my stiffening cock some room. "Don't do that," Julia snapped. "I didn't say you could touch yourself. You're just going to have to suffer. You're not done here," she punctuated her words by raising a leg to place a boot under my nose. I cradled it gently in my hands and continued to lick it and couldn't help but imagine licking all the way to the top of her boot, bur not stopping and working my way up her leg, pushing the denim barrier of her shorts to the side and pleasuring my off-road goddess. Of course that was just a fantasy entwined within this fantasy session. "You know what to do," Julia she said, handing me my towel and the spray bottle. I had only used the stuff on tires before. The results always looked good until you drive in the rain which rinses it off. It quickly brought her rubber boots to a high shine. "I'll bet you still want that spanking. Don't you, Eric?" she asked as I was doing the final buffing with the towel. "Yes, Miss Julia," I replied, thrilled that I would at last get the spanking I had fantasized about. "Why do you deserve to be spanked?" she asked. The question came as a surprise. Not a simple yes or no answer, but I thought of something that she would at least find amusing. "I masturbated at work last week, Miss Julia," I confessed. "Were you looking at internet porn on company time?" she asked accusingly. "No, Miss Julia," and I continued, feeling it was okay to elaborate. "I was in the restroom." "Open your pants and pull out your cock," was her surprising response. I quickly complied, grateful to release my straining erection. She gave a quick snort of laughter and turned up her nose. "Obviously you don't work in porno, having a cock that small, so I think it's safe to say that your boss wouldn't approve of you jerking off while you're on the clock. Wouldn't you agree?" I've always felt confident in the size of my manhood and never had any complaints from girlfriends or one night stands in the past. I assumed that Julia was just trying to humiliate me, and I admit I began to feel very self-conscious. Maybe I really didn't measure up to her standards. I humbly answered her question, "Yes, Miss Julia." She got down from the picnic table and stood in front of me, just inches from my face, firmly grasping a handful of my hair. "A spanking would let you off too easy. You need a whipping," she insisted, reaching with her free hand to unbuckle her belt. It was as wide as the belt loops on her cutoffs would accommodate. Made of thick black leather with two rows of large chrome grommets around the whole length. I had never been whipped with a belt before in my life but I knew it was going to hurt like hell. While I suppose I could have run away easily enough, I wanted to be punished by her. I felt completely under Julia's control and obeyed when she told me to walk towards the rear of the campsite and slightly into the woods where we wouldn't be visible in case anyone walked by on the road. She had me stand facing a small tree, which at one time I could have identified by looking at the bark, and then ordered me to drop my jeans and boxer shorts to my ankles and hold onto an overhead limb. I could hear her breathing slowly and heavily behind me, clearly excited and I assume aroused as well. There was a split second of time when I heard her belt cut through the air before striking me across both cheeks of my buttocks. I couldn't help crying out at the snap of the pain. "Shut up and take it like a man," Julia said quietly. "So many naughty boys fantasize about being whipped by a dominatrix but so few can handle the reality." I heard a soft tinkle of the belt buckle, the quick hiss of the leather slicing through the air, and then the crack of her belt against my ass as the pain instantly shot through my body. Clenching my teeth, I drew in a hissing breath but otherwise didn't make a sound. "That's more like it. If you ever want to play with me again you need to be quiet and accept your punishment," she said sternly. The crack of the belt rang repeatedly through the air like gunfire and I wasn't sure if it would be heard at a neighboring camp. My hands clenched an increasingly tighter white-knuckle grip on the tree branch overhead. With my legs hobbled by my pants at my ankles, any thought of running away at this point was hopeless. Having read a lot online about sadomasochistic role play, I knew it was best to plan a scene in advance and have a safe word to call out in the event that any pain was too intense, but that was not the case here. I had been seduced into a role of submission by a beautiful domineering woman who clearly enjoyed being in command. I envisioned her belt with the metal grommets was on the verge of shredding my flesh and there was nothing I could do except grit my teeth as tears of pain started to leak from the corners of my tightly closed eyes. Off-Road Goddess "Turn around and get on your knees," Julia commanded. The whipping was apparently over much to my relief, but now there was heavy anxiety as I had no idea what she was going to do with me next. She stood almost right in front of me, still holding the folded belt in one hand. "I want to see you play with yourself. Hold out your hand and I'll be nice and give you some lubricant," Julia commanded. My cock was already swollen with a combination of fear and arousal. After receiving the painful whipping I was grateful to have a chance of sexual relief, and I obediently held out my palm though not sure of what kind of lube she might have handy. Stooping slightly, Julia let a large wad of saliva drop slowly form her mouth into my waiting hand. I rubbed her warm slimy spit onto the head of my penis and lightly coated the rest of my shaft, then started stroking myself intently. With my nose just inches from the crotch of her tight shorts I imagined that I could smell the muskiness of her arousal. I knew that when I finally shot my load it would end up on her boots, the black rubber shining like patent leather below me. Julia would probably order me to clean them by licking my own cum off her boots. Not a very pleasant thought but I would do it for her anyway. "I've seen enough," she suddenly told me. "Pull up your pants. We're finished here." Stopping in mid-stroke I looked up at her in astonishment. "Hey, I told you to play with yourself. I didn't say I was going to let you cum, especially not all over my boots. You haven't earned that privilege yet. Now pull up your pants before I whip your ass some more." Julia started to circle around behind be. I would have begged for an orgasm but figured the smarter move was to just stand up and stuff my swollen cock into my jeans. She gestured with her belt back towards the picnic table so I started walking that way. As she thankfully put her belt back on, Julia ordered me to collect my towel and the other items and head back to camp. She said she would be there in just a short while. "Leave your shirt here," Julia said giving one last order. "It belongs to me now and I assume you brought another one." Returning to our camp I saw that someone had come for the water jug and lugged it back to the clearing. The supper was almost ready. Mike only briefly acknowledged that I had returned and was still struggling to get his tent set up. It looked as if one of his poles had broken or was forgotten, so he had improvised with some tree branches and scraps of nylon rope. His rig looked flimsy and I could have offered a few easy tips, but I decided not to. He had tried to discourage me from getting together with Julia. While my ass was sore and my balls were aching with denied relief, I had at last experienced my female domination fantasy. Though it had been brief and spontaneous, it had been satisfying and I felt very calm and relaxed. Julia returned to the campsite shortly before we sat down to eat. Her cheeks had a slight glow and she walked with an easy relaxed gait. I suspected she had walked back into the woods at the vacant campsite, unzipped her daisy dukes and slipped a hand inside her panties. No doubt they were moist, and she would have lightly traced her fingers over her clit, stimulating herself to satisfaction. She sat diagonally across the table from me when we ate. Burgers, pork n' beans, some macaroni salad, and cold beer. A perfect camping meal, especially welcome since we had not eaten a lunch. As night fell and we sat around the fire I noticed that she drank the least amount of beer compared to the rest of us. Nursing her can for a long time and aloof to any of my attempts at conversation. She was quite the enigma. Articulate and well spoken, blended with a strong redneck flavor. I wanted to know if she lived in the city and what type of work she did but I learned nothing about her that night. Dave rambled on and on and while I did pick up a lot about what to look for in an SUV and tires, it was to the point of redundancy with his looping drunken monologs. It must have been around midnight when it started to rain so we went to our tents. After the initial shock of the cool nylon sleeping bag against my naked skin, I lay awake thinking about my session with Miss Julia and my cock started to get hard. Reaching around in the darkness I found one of my socks on the floor of the tent, and I slipped it over my erection. Gently stroking myself and reliving in my mind cleaning her boots and the painful whipping, I finally got the relief I wanted hours ago, emptying one burst after another into the sock. Briefly I wondered if she might come to my tent later in the night, or perhaps I should visit her, but then I drifted off to sleep. The rain continued off and on through the night but I slept soundly. I had chosen my spot well, had a plastic ground cloth under the tent and a rain fly on the top. As I learned the next morning, Mike's improvised tent pole system had collapsed on him and at several times during the night he had to venture out in the rain to make repairs. There had been plans for a communal breakfast but with a light drizzle still falling, we decided to break camp and go our separate ways. Julia had packed her gear quickly and was the first to leave before I even had a chance to give her my phone number. On the way home, Mike and I stopped for some coffee to go at the first gas station we came to. It was then that I asked him for Julia's phone number. "I don't have it," he said. "She's one of Sue's friends. They grew up together or something." So I asked him to get it from his buddy Dave. "Listen, it was pretty obvious that you two were off doing something the other day," he said. "If she wants to get in touch with you I suppose she'll contact me through Dave and Sue. If that happens I'll give her your number, cause if I don't she'd probably kick my ass. I just don't want to hear you whining about her later on. After all I did try to warn you that she's crazy." Either she was crazy or Mike had no taste for anything kinky. Weeks went by and whenever I saw Mike over at the gym I didn't bother him with questions about Julia or ask about any more four-wheeling trips. Sure, I was anxious to hook up with her again but I wasn't going to be a pest about it. Then one Saturday morning as I got out of the shower the phone started to ring. When I answered it, a low familiar voice said, "Hello, Eric. It's Miss Julia."