0 comments/ 351791 views/ 35 favorites Backpacker By: quimmaster As she walked along the trail admiring the beauty of the woods, Nancy had no idea of the ordeal about to begin for her. Rounding the corner of the high stone wall, she was looking up at the tree tops. She didn't see me step out beside her from the narrow opening in the wall. Closing my hand into a tight fist, I smashed her hard in the stomach and the stunned, young beauty doubled over in pain as she gasped for air. It would take several minutes for her to be able to make any noise. Taking a firm grip on her large backpack, I pulled her body upright and then pressed her firmly against the hardness of the stone wall. Nancy turned her face to the side to keep from smashing her lovely features against the hard stones. She felt her firm breasts mashed against the jagged points of the stones. Leaning against her pack and forcing her hard against the wall, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Pulling down on her arm, I forced her hand under the strap that connected the frame to the belt around her hips. She had left the strap loose and as I pressed her hand through the loop, I pulled the strap tight, trapping her hand to her hip. As she struggled, I reached over her head as she tried to use her free arm to push herself away from the wall. Taking hold of that hand, I forced it under the strap on the other side of her pack and secured her wrist tightly in place. The young beauty tried to thrash about and free herself but her wrists were tightly secured to the frame of her pack and she could not free herself. Nancy was frightened by her helplessness. She wasn't sure what I was after and she prayed that it was her money. From my pocket, I pulled out a sock and as I pulled her away from the wall, I stuffed the sock into her mouth. Grabbing hold of her backpack, I turned her body and pushed her down the trail. She had difficulty keeping her balance with the weight of her pack and her wrists bound to her flaring hips. I steered her straight down the trail and then onto a seldom used side trail that led to a small clearing that was down in a hidden ravine. Pushing the young woman forward, she fell onto her knees as I held onto her pack to keep her from falling all the way forward. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a knitted ski hat and pulled it over the young beauty's head. Before she knew what was happening to her, Nancy found herself blinded by the ski mask. She could feel an opening in the front of the mask that was for her eyes but it had been pulled down over her nose so she could not see. Taking hold of the top of her pack, I pulled Nancy backwards until she fell over onto the pack. The pack hit the ground with a thud and her head dangled down over the top edge of it as her shoulders rested flat against the frame of the pack. Coming around in front of her, I could see that her legs were bent and twisted and so grabbing her hiking boots, I lifted her feet and after untwisting her long, shapely legs, dropped them. She lay before me chest up, her head draped back, her legs splayed out and her wrists bound to the frame of her backpack down next to her flaring hips. Her sweet young ass hung suspended below the edge of the pack frame. I had seen Nancy the night before in the dining room of the youth hostel. She had been working over one of the tables and her every movement had caught my eye. She was a tall brunette, with traces of blond highlights in her long hair. Her face was beautiful but it was her firm ass and flaring hips that had really caught my attention. Her breasts swelled beautifully under her long sleeved T-shirt and her stomach was firm and flat. Most women built like that were either 14 years old or had legs that resembled spindles. Not Nancy - she was smooth and sleek and meant for eating - eating all day. I watched her as she stretched her body over the table as she worked and I planned for the next few hours. Nancy lay helpless before me, hoping that robbery was all I had in mind. She thought to herself that anything else would be rather difficult considering she was strapped to her pack and wore heavy hiking boots and long pants. I straddled her thighs and felt around her pockets. She was a bit relieved as I tapped her front pocket and heard the sound of loose change. Sliding my hand into the pocket, I pulled out a handful of money. Nancy relaxed for the moment until she realized that most of her money was in her money belt tucked, inside her pants. She realized that I would probably feel it and go after it. She was right. Standing over her hips, I looked down at her swelling breasts and the flatness of her stomach. She was beautiful. I reached down and unbuckled her belt and with one pull, slid it free of her pants. Unsnapping her pants, I reached in for her money belt and with my knife cut the strap running around her slender waist. I emptied it of cash and tossed it to the side. Suddenly with both hands, I grabbed the waist of her slacks and pulled them all the way down her long legs. As the cuffs caught on her boots, the legs of her pants turned inside out and her sleek, tapering legs were bared from her panties to her boots. Nancy started to kick but with her pants down around her ankles, she wasn't very effective, except at making me more aroused. She now had a pretty good idea of what was in store for her. Turning around, I sat down across her firm stomach. Looking down at her long legs, I began to stroke her naked thighs with my fingers, teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Nancy started to thrash about but it did her little good. To slow her down, I bounced hard on her ribs a few times and most of the fight went out of her. Dropping her feet, she allowed me to probe her womanflesh. It didn't take long for her panties to moisten as I rubbed her pussy. I kept probing her moist crotch until her panties were soaking wet with her sweet flow. Taking a firm grip on the soft material of her panties, I pulled up on them until they drew tightly between her swollen labia and then they tore. As the sheer material ripped away, her sweet pussy was fully exposed. Nancy looked even better in the flesh than I had imagined. Rolling up her wet panties, I turned around and pulling down on the front of the ski mask, I pulled the sock from between her lips and then forced her panties into her mouth. Letting the mask loose, it covered her lips, holding the panties in her mouth as an effective gag. Only her nose was visible through the slit in the mask. Nancy could taste her own cum as the soaking panties filled her mouth. I decided she shouldn't be the only one to enjoy that sweet taste. Moving around between her outstretched legs, I sat down on her jeans, pinning her ankles to my sides. I ran my hands along the backs of her satiny thighs, from her knees to her ass as her long, shapely legs began to shake. Leaning forward, I slid my hands under her ass and taking a firm grip on her magnificent asscheeks, I lifted Nancy's sweet pussy to my lips. My mouth closed on her seething womanflesh and I started to lick her swollen labia. I was just getting started. Pointing my tongue, I slid it between her pussy lips and probed her most intimate flesh. As my tongue found her erect clit, I began to tease it and Nancy found her body on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Her legs were shaking and she kept opening and closing her powerful thighs. I felt her try to trap my mouth against her sweet pussy. I teased her clit and brought her to the brink but did not let her cum. Nancy felt the pent up sexuality in her body and in spite of being bound and forced to submit to my probing her supple body, she wanted to climax. I decided not to let her, at least not yet. Over and over, I licked her seething pussy, bringing her right to the edge of a powerful orgasm only to withdraw my tongue and leave her frustrated on the brink. She moaned and pleaded through her gag as I kept her on the edge. Nancy was exhausted and very frustrated. For nearly half an hour, I kept her teetering on the brink of an orgasm. What sweet torture. Rising up on my knees, I pulled my cock from my pants and let my ramrod brush over her soft mons. Her silky bush tickled my cock and made it grow even harder. Then slowly, I began to tease her swollen labia with my cockhead. I could hear her moaning behind her gag - almost begging for me to fuck her beautiful, young body. Her knees bent and her legs opened wider as she spread her thighs and I lined up my cock for my final assault on her wet love hole. Holding onto the frame of her backpack, I leaned forward, sliding my ramrod all the way into her steaming pussy. As I buried my cock in her to the hilt, her head snapped forward. Her inner muscles clenched around my shaft as I began to slowly pump my cock into her tight pussy. I watched her huge tits heave as my cock rammed into her tight pussy. It would take me a long time to cum - it always did. I was thoroughly enjoying her sweet, young body. She seemed to be enjoying it too, at least based on the movement of her hips as she met each thrust into her smooth body. Lifting my legs slightly, I plunged into her tightness and her body went rigid and she screamed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her loins. I could feel her insides flood as my cock was bathed in her sweet flow. With her ass hanging over the base of her backpack, her hips were free to rotate and respond to each thrust of my cock into her tightness. She may not have had a lot of free movement but she was humping for all she was worth. She gave as good as she got and several more orgasms ripped through her magnificent body. I continued to pump into her and she could feel the tenseness in my body as I felt my balls begin to boil. Reaching up to her panting breasts, I filled my hands with her firm titflesh as I plowed into her loins and then exploded deep inside her tight pussy, spraying her insides with my hot seed. The young beauty gasped as her body went rigid and her tight pussy flooded with hot cum. Her powerful inner muscles went wild as they milked every last drop of cum from my spurting cock. CHAPTER 2 As I waited for my shaft to soften in her tight pussy, I looked down at her beautiful body. Her nipples were hard and stood up against the soft cotton of her T-shirt. I rolled the material up over her swelling breasts and teased her taut nipples. Leaning forward, I began to lick and suck on her rock-hard nubs. I got a little carried away and started to chew on her tender nipples. As I bit down on her swollen nub, Nancy screamed as her head snapped forward and her clenching pussy muscles forced my cock out of her body. Oh well. Standing up, I moved back to lean against a tree and admired her abused body. Her knees were splayed open and cum oozed out of her pussy, dripping down between her thighs. Her chest was fully exposed and her panting breasts were red from my recent mistreatment of them. I was tired and so was she, so I let her rest a little as I thought about how I would enjoy her next. Coming around her body, I knelt with my thighs on either side of her face. Her head dangled over the top of her backpack and her long slender neck and full breasts looked very inviting. I pulled the front of the mask down and removed her panties from her mouth. My cock was poised just inches from her mouth and she could smell the powerful scent of our juices as it waved just below her nose. My cock was flaccid now but covered with dried cum. I pressed my hips forward and pushed the entire length of my shaft into her mouth. Nancy gagged as my cock filled her entire mouth and my balls rested on her pert little nose. Nancy's mouth began to work on my cock as I felt her tongue snake around its length. She could feel my cock begin to grow in her mouth as my rod pressed against her tonsils. At first Nancy began to gag as she felt my cock press past her tonsils and into her throat. It was hard but she managed to accommodate my shaft as it pressed into her throat. I could see how its length snaked into her throat. Once fully hard, I began to fuck her face. My hips thrust back and forth as my shaft plunged into her hungry mouth. Nancy could feel the intensity of my thrusts and prepared herself to swallow my next load. I, however, had other ideas. Pulling from between her sweet lips, I pulled the gag back in place. I moved down to her thighs and then reaching down between her ankles, grabbed the crotch of her jeans. I hauled her legs up over her head and then hooked the crotch of her jeans behind her neck. Nancy's head was pulled forward and her legs were drawn up over her chest. Her knees spread wide and her pussy and ass were wide open and pointed at the sky. I ran my fingers down the insides of her spread thighs. I bent forward and took a few sweet licks. Pushing down on her thighs, I slid my shaft into Nancy's tight pussy once again. I rocked in and out of her body several times and felt her wet flow coat my cock. I pulled out completely and with one savage thrust drove deep into her unsuspecting ass. Nancy screamed into her gag as I buried my shaft to the hilt in her unbelievably tight young ass. I waited for her tight asshole to adjust to the size of my cock. I shifted my stance a bit and placing my hands on her tits leaned forward. I began to fuck into her ass as I squeezed her firm titflesh. The young beauty screamed in pain as I plowed into her tightness. If she had enjoyed being fucked before, she wasn't enjoying this. I rode her in every direction as my cock plowed into her ass at every angle she could imagine. She'd never been reamed out like this. The pain in her ass was unbelievable as I continued to skewer her. Feeling my balls boiling, I plunged hard into her ass until I filled her bowels with my hot cum. Pulling out of her ass, I straddled her chest and Nancy could smell my cum-covered cock as it waved below her nose. Removing her gag, I filled her mouth with my cock as she sucked on my shaft. Nancy sucked as she fought not to gag. Both her ass and her cunt were oozing cum. I was through with her. I decided to leave her there just the way she was. Her legs were split and her cunt and ass fully exposed. I draped her belt across her upturned thighs. Now the only question was, would whoever found her like this, help to release her or help himself? Backpackers Waitress In Gentleman's Club Anne and I were travelling around Europe in our late teens trying out being backpackers. It had taken us a whole year to convince our parents that we were old enough and responsible enough to do it. Things didn’t work out as planned. A week into our trip we were in Frankfurt Germany. We had just arrived by train from Paris and we went to the closest hostel left our things there while our dorm was being cleaned and went to get some lunch. We arrived back later that afternoon to discover that our backpacks, with all our clothes, our travelers cheques and passports had been stolen. It could not have been worse as we had left our wallets in the backpacks and taken only a few eurodollars to get lunch. It was horrible feeling so helpless and desperate. We immediately went to the police, who were unhelpful in laying a charge against the hostel. They claimed that if we left it in an unlocked area in the hostel that we had no claim against them. Such was life. Anne and I were two very unhappy backpackers. We had only the clothes we wore on our bodies and between us about US$30. That night we used 10 dollars eating at Macdonald’s as that was all we could afford, as the other 20 dollars went for applications for new passports. We tried calling our parents reverse charges but to our dismay they were away on holiday and this was before cell phones existed. It was quite terrible having no money, not even enough to buy a meal. We stayed at the hostel that night telling them we would pay them as soon as money was sent to us from our families. The next day we both set off to try the police again. They told us it would take 1 week to get us new passports and to get the traveler’s cheques reissued. Anne and I decided we best get temporary waiting jobs or whatever to buy us food and clothes until the week was over. We were still wearing our clothes from day before. After 3 hours of walking in and out of restaurants asking for any job we sat down together and just cried. We were tired, hungry and now had 2 dollars left so we shared a muffin and decided we would continue to search for a job. We finally came to a restaurant nightclub. It was down a few stairs below the street level and had a huge neon light on the side with the name "Night Owls" and a picture of owls. We walked down the stairs and asked for any job whether it be waiting tables, or cleaning dishes. The man at the front desk was wearing a tuxedo and in perfect English said " I may be able to help you, but you would earn minimum wages. You can earn good tips however". We were ecstatic that a lifeline had been given to us and we would be able to have some cash again. It is a terrible feeling to be so desperate. The man then said, "You need to arrive at 6pm for work". We thanked him for the job and then Anne sheepishly said to him "We had our bags stolen so we don't have any other clothes to wear". He smiled and said that didn't matter as the club provided the clothes to its staff anyway. We were so relieved. At 6pm we arrived at the restaurant and went inside. It was nothing like we expected. It had tables set up with poles for table dancing and was very dark inside. In we walked wearing our jeans and tourist T-shirts. A lady approached us and ushered us into a room behind the kitchen. In a strong German accent she introduced herself "Hello my name is Claude, I am the manageress, you first eat", and she pointed us to sit down at this table and gave us menus, "and then you change into the outfits I give you". She looked us up and down and said pointing at me "you a small" and then at Anne "and you a medium". We were starving. We had not eaten anything all day other than the muffin we shared. We ordered huge meals and then Claude came back holding some hangers of clothes and placed them on the table. She then said this was all she had and we would have select one each and change into them after we had finished our meals. We were so ravenous that we didn't even look at what she had handed us to wear. She then said "you must start work at 6:30 and your job is to serve the food and drinks to the guests. You will get paid 2 dollars an hour." She placed our meals on the table in front of us and she left the room. We shifted the hangers of clothes onto the next table and ate our meals. We finished them off in only a few minutes. We were starving from fasting all day and suddenly felt re-energised from the sumptuous meal. It was almost 6:20 so we finished our drinks and lifted up the hangers and started looking at the clothes we would have to put on. There were three hangars and three different coloured outfits. I took the white one and passed the black and blue ones to Anne. The white outfit I was holding was a very short miniskirt, made of sheer material. It was see through. I just laughed, knowing I would never get into this and I looked on at Anne who was holding the black outfit. It looked like a long stocking in black lycra, a shiny and stretchy material. The last outfit was a blue shiny miniskirt, also quite short and made of a spandex. "Anne, I will take the blue one", I said. "You can't have it, I have to wear it as its a size 12 and the black one is too small for me", she replied. Anne is about a foot taller than me and much bigger boned. Clearly, she would not fit into anything smaller than a 12 and with these form fitting outfits it would still be a squeeze. I took the black outfit and looked at the label. It had written on it - size 8 catsuit. It looked like a long stocking with not much there. I said to Anne, "I can't wear this thing- whatever it is". We both looked at each other and then at the door and whispered "Should we run for it, and quickly get out of this strange place". There had to be more options, we can't parade in these revealing outfits looking like prostitutes. It then dawned upon me that in a nightclub with lady table dancing the waitresses would be expected to dress like this. Why didn't we realise this before we walked in. We thought about a way for us to go to the Claude and say we were sorry but we never realised that this nightclub was that type of club. The problem was that we had already eaten dinner and didn't even have the money to pay for it. We reminded each other that we were pretty desperate for money and we best just work and earn some so we could eat and buy some clothes to wear. I had been wearing the same jeans and underwear and t-shirt for 2 days and so had Anne. She was more aware of it and had thrown her panties and bra into the basin in our dorm in the morning refusing to wear it until it had been washed. It was still wet when we left so she was in her jeans and t-shirt with nothing underneath. It was 6:30 now and Claude came back into the room sounding irritated she said "You both need to get to work now" and she looked at her watch. We had not changed yet. She continued "Hurry up, leave your clothes in bags here and get changed and then out to the restaurant, there are customers sitting and waiting for service". I took a chance and said "Claude, have you got any other outfits, these don't fit us", I lied. I had asked the wrong question and she came down on us "I have been good giving you a job. This is what the waitresses wear, I have given you sizes 8 and 12 as you asked. The other outfits are all away being cleaned. This is all I have, so you better get changed and to work NOW!" There was a tiny stock room with a mirror where we decided to go change. We grabbed the clothes and went inside closing the door behind us. Anne had the blue miniskirt in her hands and I had the catsuit. Anne was already squeezing her body into the blue dress. It was tight around the hips and butt. She actually looked quite good in it. It had a round opening between the breasts, but Anne had small size A breasts. The dress was skintight and quite short. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs, throwing them onto the chair. I lifted the black shiny catsuit off the hangar and after working out where the leg openings were I slid my feet in and with my hands I pulled the hosiery material up over my torso. Anne looked at me and said "your panties are showing right through!". I looked in the mirror and could see not only my panty line but the whole thing stood out and gathered under the lycra which pulled taut over my stomach, thighs, and legs. I was panicking and said to Anne "what should I do, this looks stupid?". She said "there is only one thing to do and that is to take them off". I wished I was wearing a g-string but I wasn’t. I pulled my feet out of the catsuit and took my panties off and then put them on again. I pulled the hosiery spandex material up and over my hips. Anne wanted to go in to the restaurant already so I started rushing. I quickly removed my sweatshirt, reached out for the sleeves of the catsuit and pulled my arms up through the sleeves and stretched my shoulders into the material. My bra also showed right through it so I put my right hand behind my back, unclasped the clip and pulled it off. The catsuit seemed like it was a size too small but when I arched my back and pulled myself into it, it sort of pulled and stretched around my body, but the outfit was totally skintight. It was like a bodystocking. I looked at myself inthe mirror again. You could see every contour of my body. The material pulled right up my butt like a second skin and when I looked in the mirror it was like a nude silhouette. The material outlined the exact shapeof my breasts and my nipples poked out of the lycra material. My hipbones showed clearly and just below them my mound even showed like a little bump and the material just pulled into every contour of my body. It was also quite uncomfortable. The seam pulled right into my ass and then up my front pulling in everywhere. There was no ways I was going to wear this out in public. I might as well be nude, I thought to myself, as I pulled the spandex out from creeping into my crotch. I felt nervous and rushed as if I was about to go on stage. I thought about putting my jeans over the catsuit and wearing that. Claude arrived back on the scene and pulled the door open. She threw a whole bunch of high heel shoes at us and told us to get to work or out. Anne put on a pair of shoes and started walking through the door to the kitchen. I didn't know what to do, I desperately wanted to pull out. I felt like a sore thumb, but then I couldn't do anything. I was in a catch 22 situation. I just thought to myself that the room would be dark as there would be a show on and then again its probably only me being self conscious. With all that in mind I reached down to put on the high heel shoes. Claude was back again and she pointed at the restaurant and said "in" or "out". I got the message and without thinking much opened the door to the restaurant and went in. The restaurant had many tables with mostly guys sitting around them. It was quite full already. On two of the tables against the wall there were girls dancing and stripping to music. I looked around and saw Anne taking some guys order. I then noticed the girl on the table near me in her bright red silky sarong and bikini top. Claude came up to me and handed me a tray, an order taking book and a pen. I thanked her and went over to the closest table. "Good evening, I am your waitress, my name is Rachel", I introduced myself. In an american accent he said "how has your day been?". I tried to focus on the order book as he was thinking about which cocktail he wanted, but I knew he was ogling me. I pulled the order book up and crossed my left hand across my breasts hoping in some way to hide my nipples which were erect from the strong air conditioning above me, pushing out at the stretchy material. " I will have a double whiskey" he ordered. I went to the bar to place the order. The whiskey was placed in front of me. I took it to the American. He never tipped me but he whispered " I like your shapely figure, if you do a private dance for me I will give you 150 dollars". I was so angry that he even thought of me like that but I had to be polite so I just smiled embarrasingly and went away to the next table. The next table was a youngish couple and the guy in a French accent asked me a whole lot of questions about the food and drinks. He had the nerve to put his hand on my hips while he was talking to me. I then felt his hands drop down to the top of my butt. I did not like that and I moved further away. We had really picked up a seedy joint to waitress. I could not wait to get some money and out of there. It was quiet for a while so I stood at the back and watched the strip dancing. I noticed a few men go into little rooms on the side. Each room had a chair in it and was like a change room cubicle with its own door. Following the men, dancers went into the room. I realised this was what was meant by a private dance. The night went on and the restaurant got busier. Even some couples came in and sat at tables. I had delivered quite a few drinks but only got about 20 dollars in tips. Anne was up to 30 dollars. We needed to raise at least 150 dollars to cover the hostel for the last few nights else we would be on the street next morning. I thought about the private dance offer. I had done modern dancing at school, so if all I had to do was go into a room and do that for him it woud be an easy way to make money. The only thing was I could not be caught as I was a waitress and not a dancer. The American called for me and ordered another drink. I actually started convincing myself that I should go forthe private dance. I would be over in only a few minutes and it would be in a dark room and I would just do some made up dance routines. I thought I better check with Anne what she thought first. Anne was given a different part of the restaurant to serve than me and every time I tried to tell her I wanted to speak to her she just didn't get the message. I still had only 22 dollars in tips and it was 12pm and we finished at 1am. I had to go back to the bar. Anne told me she had 170 dollars in tips. I wondered how she had done that and I kept an eye on her. I saw her go to the toilet and so I followed her. I was shocked when I heard a man’s voice inside the cubicle she had gone into. The door was slightly ajar as I passed the cubicle and I saw that her blue dress was peeled down to her waist and I saw hands caressing her tiny breasts. I could not believe this. I quickly made my way out of the toilet so that she would not see me. Although I now understood how she had earned 170 dollars in tips it still bugged me and I was dissappointed at my tips. The image of my friend having her breasts touched by a stranger for money, and maybe other things just was so unbelievabe to me. Anne, was not a slut. As I passed the table with the American he said "meet me in five minutes at the cubicle room with the yellow door handle, I will be there waiting for you. 200 dollars!" I kept on walking but I did look around for the yellow handle. This cubicle was concealed from the restaurant. He sure had a nerve as I never agreed to anything. I thought to myself that maybe it’s an easy buck just dancing for 200 dollars. I could still remember some routines from dancing school. 170 dollars, that bloody slut. I was angry. I was not thinking. Five minutes passed and I had just delivered another drink. I noticed the American get up and walk towards the cubicles. My heart started to beat fast and I felt it and even heard it in my chest. I almost tripped on my high heels in nervousness. A few minutes passed and I felt I had to go to tell this guy the deal was not on, so I briskly walked to the passage and on to the cubicle. He was standing at the entrance to a cubicle. He went inside and I followed him. It was the size of a change room at a department store. It had mirrors on all walls, the two chairs against the back mirrored wall, and a little platform with a silver pole in the front. The room had purples ultraviolet lights along the top of the mirrors and a light on top. As I walked in, the American got up and closed the door behind me and then pulled down a latch on the door. In a strong American accent he introduced himself "My name is Andy. Thanks for accepting my invitation". It was so unusual. I just coyly said, "hi, my name is Rachel". Andy then sat down and handed me the money. I wanted to say no but I couldn't do this as he handed me 200 dollars. I was almost shaking from anxiety that I dropped it. I got up to collect it and Andy said, "if you give me a really good dance I will throw in more money as a bonus". I didn't know what to say. He put his hand on my back as I bent down to collect the money off the floor. He then softly said "relax, I am not a demon". I looked at him as I got up and said I had never done anything like this before. He was holding his whiskey and he passed it to me and told me to down it. He asked me where I was from and I told him I was Australian and was touring Europe with a friend. Andy was wearing black stylish pants and a black buttoned up shirt. He was quite good looking with black hair and probably in his late thirties. I felt so embarrassed. I stood there and handed him back the empty glass. I was already warming up inside and feeling very relaxed, in fact quite drunk. I stood up and started dancing in little circles. I had watched the table dancers earlier that evening. I remembered how they swung around the poles so I grabbed the pole and twisted my one leg around it. I then dropped my head back and my long brown hair swung down and I came up quickly swinging around again. I then turned around and leaned forwards and as I was lifting myself up I felt a hand on top of my but cheeks. I did not expect this but I just swung around again and he lost his grip. I was now totally drunk and so I thought I should just do a good dance, get lost in it and I would be out of there in five minutes with 200 dollars. I moved my body in rapid swirls of movement. He sat down on the chair as I danced. I forgot where I was and what I was doing and what I was wearing. I felt heat waves from the alcohol and I got caught up in the whirl of the moment. I was sweating and into the dancing. I lent backwards and went into a backbend. I felt hands touching my hips and thighs. I quickly launched myself forward and lifted my body back up. His hands were already around my waist and he pulled me back towards him. I didn't resist. I felt myself sitting down on his lap. It was good to sit. I was sweated out and needed to regain my balance. I was sitting on his thighs and He shifted me around to face away from him. I just went with the flow. I felt something hard under my groin. I felt him shift me until I was sitting right squarely on top of it. It felt warm and was poking into me. His hands were still on my waist and he was slowly pulling me and pushing me forward along his hard on. This was getting too strange. It started rubbing against my pussy through the thin catsuit material and I started getting aroused. I could not believe myself. I was leaning forward so that his cock would get better friction against my clitoris as he continued to sway me forward and backward. I was also really wet, I put my hand there to position myself better on his hard on and I felt the catsuit was soaked through with my juices. He placed his hands on my breasts and started caressing and twisting my nipples between his fingers. I felt deep sensations and a throbbing feeling going right through my breasts and down deep into my groin. My nipples responded to his touch and pushed out at lest half an inch as they do when sexually stimulated. I was naughty as I wanted more. I wanted sex. I had not had it since leaving Australia. I plainly wanted to be fucked wildly and passionately without thinking. I thought about the last time I had sex. I desired to just let go, to scream and clench all my muscles to orgasm. Backpackers Waitress In Gentleman's Club He told me to stand up. As I did he got onto the floor and knelt down. He put his hands on my pussy mound. The lycra was well wedged inside my pussy and he pulled my feet apart a bit and rested his hands on my thighs. He then stuck his tongue out and licked up and down my pussy crack. I felt the warmth moist sensation and on each stroke down my clitoris I felt it swell up and the nerve end start buzzing. I took my hands and pulled the lycra material out of my lips and with my fingers I pulled them apart so that he would get even closer access to my wet swollen excited clitoris. I was dripping in sweat wearing this full body lycra. He took his fingers and poked them into my wetness through the catsuit and pushed it deep into me. Without realising it I had my fingers caressing my nipples, rubbing them raw with intense desire. I could not hold it back any longer. I arched my body backward and as he pushed in and out of me I felt the waves rushing forward. I felt the contraction in my pelvis and then the pleasure came rushing forward. I clenched my eyes shut. I moaned loudly. I let it flow. I leaned forward, opened my eyes. I felt so good. I got on my knees in front of him. I unzipped his fly and I pulled his erect cock and without thinking much I took it into my right hand. It was red, sweaty and hard. I pulled it up and down a bit and he just looked at me with a dreamy look in his eyes. I swirled my tongue on my lips to wet them and I opened my mouth and went down on his penis. It was big and the head of his cock filled my mouth. I plucked my lips and went up and down, bobbing on the end of it. I did this for about half a minute going faster after a while. He was panting and breathing deeply. I looked up at Andy. He had a dazed look in his eyes. I knew I just had to finish it and continue until he came. I got my breath back and this time as I went down he lifted his legs up on the sides of the chair. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it against the side of his shaft. He put his one hand on my back and with the other he pushed my head down a bit. I put my tongue back in my mouth and swooshed around some saliva and I let some drip out of my mouth and onto his cock. I then put my head to the side and with my tongue I made twisting motions on his balls. He was enjoying this as he tensed and was letting out groans between his heavy breathing. He was getting caught up in the rhythm and I suddenly felt his right hand sliding down the front of my top and touching my breasts. My nipples hardened to his touch. I kept on licking away furiously. With my hand I pulled up and down his shaft as I licked beneath. His balls were soaked from my saliva and his hairs started coming into my mouth. I started choking. I had to stand up to stop my coughing. As I stood there, he was touching himself again. He reached around my waist and put his hands on my butt. I let them stay there. He pushed his fingers through my butt crack and was trying to get into my anus. I had never had this done to me before. I just continued sucking his cock and letting him go on with his fingers pushing them in and out and I went with the flow feeling a rippling wave overcome me again. I didn't think too deeply and just enjoyed each ecstatic moment. I took my hand and gripped his cock with my whole palm and I yanked it up and down really hard and in jerky motions. As I bent forward he lost his hold on me, but he was about to cum. I pulled again and went faster. It started throbbing. As I let go his cock pulsated once twice and again. His sperm jumped up and then jumped up again landing on the floor and then it jumped up again and his cum landed right on my face. I took my hand to wipe it away from my nose and cheeks, It was already dripping down my lips. I used the catsuit sleeves to wipe it but by mistake tasted some of it. I was too embarrassed to say anything and so was he. It tasted salty mixed with the sweat beads running down my face. I wiped my face again. He thanked me and opened his wallet taking out 4 fifty dollar notes. I felt like a prostitute, like a whore. I didn't want to take it. He said I had to and I did need it so I did. I got up and saw that I was sweated out. I looked in the mirror and my fringe was sweaty, my face was red, the catsuit was wet in patches all over. My groin area was totally soaked through. I asked Andy if he could go find Anne and organise my clothes. I could never go out looking like this. Backpacking It feels good to walk along the path with you. This has always been one of my favorite state parks. When I was a child, I loved the river and foot trails. Now I love it because I am here with you. The shadows are deepening and underbrush encroaches on the path. Most hikers stop at the overview of the river, a mile behind us now. It was a lovely spot and we ate our lunch there. A typical Texas hilltop with prairie grasses and shrubs growing out of the miserly layer of soil spread across flat rock. The Perdernales wound its way below us, deep enough at that point for inner tubes to float downstream. Like black olives stuffed in the middle with colorful pimentos. A few other hikers stopped briefly, laden with cameras and little ice chests and bottles of water. Their picture snapping and exclamations about the view did little to interrupt our lazy lunch. The wildlife was thick: roadrunners, and bugs, and birds and campers. None of the native sights are as stimulating to me, though as your hard body stretched out next to me. My fingers weave idly through your hair. It is addictive-- touching you. I can never seem to get enough of it. Whenever you are within reach my hand is stroking or petting you. Testing the textures: the sculpted lines of your shoulders and back under the thin cotton of your t-shirt, the soft and sensitive spots along your neck and clavicle, the prickly sensation of your beard, the soft wetness of your lips. The lines of your body are relaxed now. Being outside always does that for you. The habitual watchfulness disappears some. Your eyes are closed, an arm thrown over your face. Your head rests on your backpack, a thin sheen of sweat shows on your arms and neck. I love to look at you. My big sensual cat with all that sexy damn power packed away under your sleek exterior. You move like a big cat, too: easy grace with a purpose. It is why I am following you deeper into trees. So I can enjoy watching the way your legs eat up ground and the ease with which you carry both of our packs. Little fingers of sunlight dance over your shoulders and I am drunk with the spectacle. You seem to know where you are headed, and I am content, as always, to follow you. The sun is dropping down by the time we stop. The clearing you chose will make a good spot for the night. We move together with easy compatibility to set up camp. When the tent is done and our sleeping bags are rolled out, I dig through my pack for the last of our sandwiches and some fruit. There are even a few granola bars and a wedge of cheese. I am so hungry that it looks like a feast. Sitting on one of the bags with my back to your strong chest and your back to a tree, we demolish supper in record time. Your heat feels so good against my back and I absently stroke your thighs with both hands. The cicadas are screeching out their noisy foreplay and moths dance crazily in the light of our two lanterns. I close my eyes and concentrate on you: the touch of your skin, your smell, the rhythm of your breath, your hands moving over my breasts and abdomen. Your mouth brushes my hair, planting little kisses along my scalp. In return, I take your hand and kiss and bite the pad beneath your thumb. "Right her, right now," I tell you, "I am more complete than I have ever been, Paul." The pleasure my words bring you is obvious. Your body hums with it. When I raise my face, your gentle kiss feels so very good. Fitting my mouth to yours and exploring with little tentative thrusts with my tongue. Your beard tickling my face and your strong hands cover my back and waist. Bodies close enough to melt into one another. Your taste and your scent fill me until I know only you and hear only your quickening breath. The little moans in your throat tug at me. Like fingers pulling at my center and drawing slick wetness from my core. Your thighs cradle me. I can feel your hardness against my back. Kisses along my neck send shivers through my body. My heart knocks against my ribs now, and breasts are swollen and hard beneath your hands. You have such talented fingers: caressing and teasing me. You stroke my breasts until even a slight touch draws me tight. I am so glad that I didn't wear a bra today. I raise my hands when you take the shirt off of me, and even the air feels sensuous on my skin. Just the tips of your fingers, tracing designs on my skin. I am trembling now with need. The smell of your skin, warm, slightly salty, gave me the same feeling that a glass of wine might: slightly dizzy and flushed and a little breathless. You are intoxicating. I am panting now and straining towards your hands. "Please, please, fix it. Sweet, fix it." Your clever hands continue to tease me. Brushing the tips of my breasts, my back, my neck and my waist. I do not argue when you guide me to one of the open bags and pull me to lie beside you. It is easy to slide out of my shorts and discard my socks and sneakers. I lick and kiss your skin when you let me undress you as well. Propped on your side, one leg thrown over my thighs you stroke me again with maddening thoroughness. Need curls through me hot and heavy because of your touch. Your hand trembles and the look on your face is raw and possessive. Your arousal is so obvious: glorious and masculine. My fingertips itch to stroke you. Your hands brushes the underside of my breast, strokes my belly and thighs. Low coursing pleasure fills my womb. All I want is the feel of your heavy cock inside me, your weight above me, and your hard body filling me—covering me, consuming me. "My pet," just those two words. Deep and husky; your voice slides over me like liquid heat. You always make me feel like the most desirable woman, some pagan goddess formed just for your pleasure. I do not even argue when you tell me I am beautiful. Right now that is exactly how I feel. Rolling to face you, I explore you in return. Brushing your hot skin reverently. Grasping your buttocks and pulling you close. Squeezing your tight ass like a kitty kneading with its paws. I smile when you gasp against my hair. Your cock is heavy against my leg. I slid my hand to cup the pouch at the base of your sex. Your balls are almost cool compared to the heat of your turgid shaft. My fingertips trace your skin now. Covering the ridges of veins that lead all the way to the tip. When I drew the pad of my thumb over the satiny bulb I am rewarded with wetness. You hug me close and groan when I bring my thumb to my lips and lick it clean. "Does that please you?" I whisper. In response you tilt my head back and bring your face close to mine. Your face shimmers with sweat and your eyes are like a blue blaze. You still kiss me as though we have just become lovers. Not the perfunctory and easily forgotten kisses that long time lovers share easily, but a soul deep kiss that burns right through my soul and brands me as yours alone. Moving your body over me, I shift so that you are cradled in my thighs now. Your manhood is throbbing, searing me like a brand and I cry for you to fill me. Your hand guides the thick head across my smooth slit. I am so wet for you; there is no resistance at all. Your palm moves to my thigh and draws my leg up around your hip. "Now, now please. Paul, take me now. I want you inside of me. I want—" You interrupt me with a deep kiss, your tongue dueling with mine. One hand caresses my breasts again. "Turn around," you whisper, "lie on your side and hold your bottom to me." Your fingers are busy now pinching my nipples and I groan into the curve of your neck. "Now, pet, I know what you want." Your hands are directing me to roll over. "More, I know what you need." It is easy to obey you then, settling so that my back is pressed against your chest spoon-fashion. I can feel the rise of your erection against my ass, and I writhe against you. My need is so great now. Your lips and teeth at my nape make me wild and I arch instinctively. It is so good when you enter me finally. I groan as you drive deeper, until I am stretched tightly around you heat. Your broad hands stroke my breasts again. One slides down my quivering stomach to rest at the apex between my thighs. Clever fingers resting just above the tingling spot without quite touching it. Teasing me sliding away each time I strain towards your hand. The elusive pleasure makes me desperate. Each time my hips move forward you follow the movement. Each liquid glide delights and stimulates me. The exquisite tension climbs higher and higher until I can barely hold back my screams. Every limb is stiff and my skin is wet with sweat. Even my hair is plastered to my scalp. I claw at the hand against my pubis, straining to reach my climax now. It is almost enough to send me over the edge when your dark voice croons, "All right, my pet. You've earned your pleasure." You are thrusting so hard and then you pinch just slightly at the skin around my jewelry with your thumb and forefinger. The world seems to explode around me then. Fire and sensation rip through my body and I clamp on your hardness with little spasms of ecstasy. The rippling of my inner muscles brings you to the point of climax, and you withdraw from me with a groan. "Your mouth, stacy. Take me. Take all of me." My brain is still foggy with desire, but my body moves quickly to take your beautiful cock in my mouth. I can taste myself all over you as you lay beneath me and in just a few strokes you are hard against the back of my throat. The trembling of your hands in my hair is an epiphany and with a deep breath is swallow you until my nose is tight against your hard abdomen and your spear is past the sphincter of my throat. When I am ready to pull back you grasp my head tight to you and I feel your sweet liquid pulsing in my throat. The sound of your pleasure nearly undoes me and I slide two fingers deep into my own cunt while I wait for breath. Even my breath is yours, I think. And then your hand moves away and I raise my head to gasp for air. I slick stream of cum hangs from the head of your still throbbing cock and my swollen lips. I use my tongue to break it and make sure you see me draw the sticky strand into my mouth. Backpacking We could rent a car and drive to the mountains in the spring, and find a quiet, uninhabited trail in the Cascades. You could drive and I could keep you entertained on the way up the beautiful tree-lined mountain roads by gently stroking your growing cock, being careful not to get you too aroused so you could focus on the car. I'd lean over and kiss you behind your ear, gently nibbling at your ear lobe, keeping one hand moving back and forth against your now hard cock, stroking it to full attention... You'd struggle to park, but make it to the trail head safely, begging me to suck you off in the parking lot. "Not yet," I'd say, "there are too many people around." "But they don't seem to be paying attention to us," you'd whisper in my ear while beginning to rub my pussy through my now damp jeans. Your gentle rubbing against me, coupled with the strangers milling around in the parking lot behind us, threatening to take a peek, would turn me on enough to not be able to turn down your huge hard cock. "Mmm...just for a moment," I'd gently moan, lowering my lips around your throbbing head. Licking it just around the tip...Licking down the shaft, with my hands fondling your balls, then back to the head, licking, opening my mouth just a bit wider... Sucking it ever so slowly and deeply, moving my head up and down the shaft, keeping my tongue encircled around the tip. I'd continue alternating sucking up and down your shaft, pausing to lick at your balls... Another car pulls up next to us. "Damn, I guess we'd better stop this for now," I'd say, with a touch of animosity towards the people arriving next to us. So we gather our backpacks and head up the trail. "But it's so hard to walk like this; we have to do something about it," you'd say while caressing my neck. I'd respond, "I know, but there are so many people around!" I'd pull out the topographical map and find a short offshoot of the trail up ahead, just a tad steeper than the one we're on. "I have an idea..." I'd say, while leading you off to the other trail, with you following close behind me, trying to, but not successfully, take your eyes off my ass, so as not to grow your cock even bigger. We continue walking for awhile until we see that we're finally in privacy. You lean up against a tree and unzip your pants. "How about now?" you ask. "Hmm... I suppose...," I coo back at you, while lowering my lips onto your huge trembling cock. "Mmmm..." I moan with complete satisfaction at the length of your cock filling my mouth. I'd suck at the tip at first, then engulf all of your huge penis into my mouth, feeling your precum in the back of my mouth. I'd steadily bob my head up and down on your penis, sucking while twirling my tongue all around it.You'd fondle my breasts and pull at my nipples, encouraging me to pick up speed. "I think I hear someone coming," you'd tell me. Upon hearing that I'd start bobbing and sucking faster and faster, moaning with delight at the situation, and grabbing at your balls. "Oh I'm getting close..." you'd say..."But those people are coming around the corner...Oh, damn, hurry..." I'd quickly increase my speed and suck, and suck, and suck back and forth down your shaft and around your head, sucking until I feel the sweet sensation of your cum filling my mouth. I'd swallow it all, and then lick it clean, helping you zip your pants just in time for the hikers to hear me slide the zipper up your pants. We'd rest for a minute, and then continue hiking up the main trail to the summit. We'd laugh and talk and get to know each other at a deeper level, enjoying ourselves fully until we get to the top of the trail. Then we'd look around and find the most perfect place to camp - A small section of flat land just off the main trail, overlooking the valleys and sunset, with a glacier and glacier-melted lake behind us. We'd set up camp just before the sun set, with it's beams still burning brightly down on us. "Let's go swimming!" I'd say, while quickly taking off all of my clothes and running towards the lake. "Oh, I don't know," you'd say. I'd turn around and help you undress, pulling off all of your clothes with my hands, my teeth, whatever gets the job done fastest, pulling you towards the water with me. We'd both dive in, immediately shivering from the glacier's cold water, then grabbing each other to keep each other from trembling... You'd rub your body against me, keeping my breasts warm, then slowly lower yourself and suck and nibble at my nipples, while I grab at your hair and caress your body to keep you warm. You'd pick my legs up and put them around your hips and carry me to the side of the lake, where you'd lower yourself down to my dripping wet pussy, and begin licking my clit. I'd let you have your way for awhile, and then turn you to your side and flip you to your back. I'd kiss you behind your ear, down to your neck, kiss your nipples and your chest, down to the small crevice under your hip bones, to your happy trail down to the insides of your thighs. Slowly I'd turn kissing to licking to sucking, to licking around your ball sack, enveloping each testicle in my mouth. Then I'd lick around your penis, hitting each area with my tongue before swallowing your huge cock in my mouth. I'd suck you deeply and slowly, up and down, up and down... I'd continue for several moments before you get so excited you can't take the suspense anymore. You'd attempt to turn me over to have your way with me, but instead I stand up and place my breasts in your face, letting you suck on them for just a moment, and then gently lower myself onto your cock. I'd lower slowly enough to just let the tip enter, and then raise myself back off it. Then lower myself again, this time plunging my cum-soaked pussy onto your thick rock hard dick. I'd rock myself back and forth, leaning forward so my breasts remain in your face, with you grabbing and sucking at them as I ride you. I'd ride you as you watch the sun set behind me, slowly letting darkness appear. Just as it becomes dark, you'd pick me up and turn me around, putting my legs on your shoulders,and plunging your humongous cock into my tiny wet pussy, filling me almost more than I can bear. You'd plunge your dick back and forth into me, teasing me as you pull it out so only the tip is touching... Then you'd fill me up again - "Fuck!", I'd scream, calling your name, "Damn that feels amazing! Keep fucking me!" Screaming so loud, but knowing we're the only ones on top of the mountain. "Ohhhh god!" you'd yell, knowing you're about to cum. "Oh damn I'm cumming..." "Ahhh! Ohh!" I'd cum loudly for you... And you'd pull your gigantic trembling cock out of my shaking dripping pussy... And squirt your cum all over my breasts... I'd then lick it off, enjoying each drip. You'd then lower yourself to lay by me in the grass, and we'd hold each other and look at the stars, fixated between each other and the band of stars along the Milky Way galaxy. The end. :)