Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
The weather was crisp and sunny one fall morning as I drove along I80 in rural western Pennsylvania. It was to be a relaxing few day road trip and before leaving the house I had taken a leisurely bath and shaved myself from the neck down as I did most days. As I was driving along I thought of the thigh high stockings and panties I had on under my jeans. All of a sudden the over temp light in my car came on, the engine started knocking and losing power quickly so I pulled over to the side of the road. I got out of the car and in addition to a hissing sound I could see a puddle forming under the car. No worries I thought, just pull out my phone and call AAA. Well, now was a time to worry a bit when I turned on my phone and realized I had no signal out here in the boonies.
Not knowing anything about fixing cars my first thought was “now what do I do”….out here in the middle of nowhere, no signal and miles from the nearest exit. Traffic was extremely light and I was worried I might have to set out walking when a tractor trailer pulled in behind me. After setting the brakes, a big burly guy got out of the cab and walked up to me.
“Having problems” he asked.
“I sure am” I replied.
“Let’s take a look see” he said as he moved to the front of the car and looked under the hood. “Looks like your water pump sprung a leak and now you’re out of coolant” he told me. As he was talking he glanced down at my feet and I suddenly realized my stocking clad ankles were clearly visible beneath the hem of my jeans. I thought I detected a sly smile on his part as well.
“Why don’t you lock up the car and hop in my rig. I live off the next exit and I’m on my way home after a long trip. You can use the phone at the house and be comfortable until a tow truck can get out here” he offered.
“Great, I don’t know how I can thank you” I replied as I did what he suggested and followed him back to his truck and climbed in the passenger side of the cab. As he eased the truck onto the roadway I again told him how appreciative I was. He smiled at me and just said; “no worries, sweetie…..always glad to help”. The combination of the way he smiled and the way he called be sweetie made me a bit nervous to say the least. However, I thought to myself, we’ll be at his house in a half hour and I’ll be able to contact AAA and get going.
As we exited the highway he told me we only had a ankara escort few more miles to go. We were deep in the boonies when he turned off the road onto a dirt/cinder driveway that wound through the trees, coming to a modest but well kept looking home in a clearing. I could see I still did not have cell service but he told me not to worry as he had a land line in the house that would work just fine for me. Entering the house he offered me something to drink and suggested I relax a little while before calling for a tow. I accepted his offer and he brought us both a beer.
As he stood next to me his hand rubbed my back and trailed down to my ass. I flinched at this and he told me “just relax sweetie, Daddy’s gonna give you a chance to thank him” OMG I thought, there is was again with the sweetie and here I am in the middle of nowhere with this big guy. My options were not looking good for sure.
He put down his beer and began feeling me up with both hands. “I noticed those stockings back at the car” he said, “looks to me like I picked myself up a sissy boy, eh?” I felt helpless in his grasp as he undid my belt and roughly yanked my jeans to the floor. “Nice panties sweetie” he said and told me to finish undressing down to the stockings and panties. I hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt, took off my shoes and kicked off my jeans leaving me standing before him in nothing but stockings and panties. I had no idea what was going to happen next but I could feel my cock getting hard in my panties….a fact that was not lost on him. He roughly pulled my arms behind me and holding me by the wrists, led me down the hall into a sparsely furnished room that had undertones of a dungeon setting. I felt him fastening cuffs on my wrists and before I knew it my wrists were attached to chains coming down from the ceiling. I was literally shaking with fear yet my cock continued to be rock hard and leaking.
Once fastened in place he pulled my panties off and shoved them into my mouth. Next came cuffs attached to my ankles to which he connected a spreader bar. So now I was chained in a spread X with nothing but stockings and my cock rock hard and dripping.
I watched as he opened a cabinet and saw it loaded with ropes, chains, clamps, and various implements of discipline. Taking a length of thin rope he came back to me and proceeded to bind my balls and cock…wrapping ankara escort bayan the rope numerous times around the balls stretching them before doing the same to my cock and tying the whole thing off. That was followed by clamps being attached to my nipples, causing me to moan, and the connecting chain pulled down and set under my cock keeping downward pressure on my nipples. Now suitably bound and clamped he walked around me admiring his handiwork….and laying two resounding smacks on my ass cheeks with his big hands.
Taking hold of a winch control, he lowered the bar holding my arms, unhooked the cuffs from the bar and fastened them together behind my back. Pressing down on my shoulder he indicated I was to kneel. I was now on my knees with my arms cuffed behind me as he brought a chair in front of me and sat down. After removing his shoes he stood once again, took off his shirt, undid his belt and lowered his pants, stepping out of them. I could see his cock hard beneath the fabric of his boxers as he approached. Grabbing the back of my head he pushed my face into his crotch, rubbing my face all over his hard on telling me to feel what a real man’s cock felt like and to inhale his scent.
After a time he stopped and allowed me to catch my breath. Pulling the panties from my mouth he told me to take off his shorts. Giving a quizzical look I asked how I could do so with my hands cuffed behind me. Spitting in my face he told me not to be so stupid and to use my mouth. I shuffled closer to him and delicately as possible took hold of the waist band of his shorts and began to pull them down. Moving from side to side as I got them past his hardening cock and down to his ankles. Stepping out of them he told me to pick them up with my lips and present them to him.
Taking his shorts from my lips and tossing them aside, he took hold of his cock and began rubbing it over my face, leaving traces of his pre cum over my cheeks, forehead, lips and nose. Taking a seat once again he said; “Now be a good little slave boy and get over here and suck my cock and I better feel your tongue on my balls when you get all my cock in your mouth.” I shuffled on my knees between his legs, lowered my face to his groin and began to run my tongue around the head of his cock, then up and down the length of the shaft. I returned to the tip and after swirling around the escort ankara head I parted my lips and slowly lowered my mouth onto his manly cock until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Raising up again until just the head remained in my mouth I repeated my swallow technique a second, third and fourth time, each time lapping at his balls at the bottom of my stroke.
He slides forward in his seat and tells me to get to work on his balls. I tilt my face down to where my tongue can trace all around the fleshy orbs before taking each one individually into my mouth and rolling it around before releasing it and going to the other. He was sliding forward even more and I didn’t have to be told he wanted attention on his ass. I trailed my tongue down past his taint to between his cheeks as he raised his legs giving me unobstructed access. I lapped at his crack, up and down, slobbering as I did so. Finally my tongue found his hole and I stuck it in as far as it would go, please with myself as I heard him moan with pleasure.
I continued to tongue fuck his ass until he told me to stop and get back to work on his cock. This time there was no slow going. Instead, he grabbed hands full of my hair and jammed his cock down my throat in one swift motion. Then pulled me back off and repeatedly rammed his hard prick into me, fucking my face with abandon. As he did I could feel his cock growing ever harder and hear his breathing becoming more shallow, indicating he was nearly about to cum. A few more savage thrusts and he pulled out, telling me to look straight as his cock as he stroked it faster and faster until finally he erupted shooting rope after rope of white hot cum all over my face.
As I continue to kneel before him, my face covered in his hot sticky goo, he comes down from his orgasmic high and tells me to gently clean the remaining cum from his cock. He then scoops the cum from my face with his fingers and feeds it to me, each time telling me to thank him for the privilege of sucking his cock and eating his cum….which I do in earnest.
He unlatches the cuffs from behind my back and removes the spreader bar, but instructs me to remain on my knees. He asks if I enjoyed the session and I had to be honest and replied “yes Sir”. He went on to say we could work on getting me back to my car and part ways or, since he had a few days off I could wait out the repair with him giving us a few more days to play. It took me no time at all to say “please Sir, your slave boy would love to spend more time with you if you would have it.” I wound up spending three more days with him, never once putting on clothes until our time was up and it was time for me to leave.
Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32