The Hitch-hiker

 

The day had been going routinely since I had woken up.  I was traveling across the country seeing as much as I could before I settled down and got a real job and took on all  the responsibilities of being a slave to the corporate machine.  I figured what the hell get out and see the country before I consigned myself to eighteen hour days sweating it out for the law firm that had head hunted me through college.  The CEO of the firm was more than happy for me to do it and come back refreshed and ready to slay corporate dragons, hell the firm was even financing this break.  I didn’t feel guilty at all as I gunned the Mustang convertible down the straight stretch of road that lay before me, the big V8 responding like a sixteen year old virgin getting a good finger fucking at the junior prom.  My face split into a huge grin as it seemed to leap down the road, the G forces pushing me back into the seat and knowing that the firm had paid for that too made it all the more sweet.  What I didn’t realize at the time was how much I had sold my soul for, but that is entirely a different story.

 

The white lines on the road seemed to become one at the speed I was traveling and it was fortunate that I saw her at all in the distance.  I eased off the gas as I approached noting the figure in the distance was female and probably hitch-hiking and seeing that it was about 150 miles to the next town some company would be good.  She no doubt would be glad for the ride as the day was warming up and better to be in the wind than on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride in the heat.  As I pulled up just past her I noted she was a bit of a fox.  She was a brunette and wore cut off denim shorts showing off tanned legs that went all the way to her ass and a tied off shirt that showed off a flat stomach and well defined abdomen and a push up bra that pushed up the pair of 38’s she had to show plenty of cleavage.  Just my sort of girl and I enjoyed watching her pick up her back pack and making her way to the passenger side of the ‘Stang through the rear view mirror.

 

I greeted her as you do and offered her a ride to the next town. She nonchalantly accepted and jumped in the passenger seat like she had been doing it all her life.  It was hard not to keep glancing at her legs and tits as I drove and after the initial ogling that goes on when you pick up Aphrodite we settled into conversation.  I couldn’t help but point out she was taking a bit of a risk dressing as she was and hitch-hiking.  I mean there are some crazy people out there they would take advantage of a pretty girl such as herself in that situation.  She politely agreed that in the normal course of events that would be the case but she was a fifth Dan black belt in Chinese Kempo and could take care of herself.  In fact that was exactly how she had found herself in the middle of no where.  A trucker had picked her up and of course wanted to play hide the sausage in the sleeper.  She had broken his nose, he had thanked her and asked if she would mind waiting for the next ride to come along.

 

Pretty hard to argue with that logic I mused during a brief lull in the conversation but being a crackerjack lawyer to be I asked her what she would do if he had pulled a gun on her.  Easy peasy she told me and pulled out a .44 special snub nose that nearly made me shit there and then.  This was obviously a woman that could take care of herself and me.  I convinced her I was impressed and she could put the gun back in her back pack.  She giggled, obviously enjoying my discomfort at viewing the gun with its yawing barrel pointed at my face.  She placed the snubby back in her pack and put her foot up on the dashboard exposing her lithesome right thigh causing the cut offs to ride up into her crotch.  I grinned behind my aviator sun glasses and actually think I caught a glimpse of pubic hair peaking out from the side of her cut offs.  The drive was going to be a pleasant one and I eased off the gas a little to draw it out.

 

Her name turned out to be Angel and she was from Colorado and like me was traveling around the country before she took up a position in Washington working for some Senator.  I told her I had no doubt she would be successful at whatever she turned her hand to.  We made some more small talk and the conversation turned to sex as it does when you’re tooling down a road in the back blocks in your Mustang.  Angel was very much a sexual being and made no bones about the fact this was a sexual fact finding mission for her.  She wanted to experience as much as she could in the short time she had before taking up her position in Straightsville Washington DC.

 

I guess I was no different, “Young dumb and full of cum”.  I had recently ended a relationship in college and my girlfriend and I had experimented with BDSM.  I had developed a taste for it and looked forward to my next experience.  Angel confided that she had always fantasized about being tied up and whipped and was just waiting for the right guy to try it with.  Being the obliging type I volunteered my services as her would be Dom and to my surprise she accepted on the condition we find a quiet place off the road and we do it now.  About a mile or two up the road there was a side road that lead into a forested area.  We pulled in and the road turned to dirt and finally a track.  I parked the car, grabbed some rope I had in the trunk and we set off to find a likely place for our little interlude.

 

The place we chose had a creek running past; it was well shaded and very secluded.  Angel gave it the nod of approval and promptly removed her clothes.  She may not have been Aphrodite in person but she had the body of a Goddess.  She was lithe and hard in all the right places.  Those 38’s seemed to defy gravity and she held out her hands to be tied as I approached her with the rope.  She was a natural submissive, her eyes downcast as I tied her hands together in front of her body.  I asked if it was her desire to whipped, fucked and used for her Masters pleasure and her simple reply was “Yes Sir”.  My mind naturally enough was in overload.  Here I was with this gorgeous women in the middle of no where, I barely knew her and I was about to whip her and fuck her.  Somehow I managed to get a hold of myself and tell her if she wanted that privilege she had better prove she was worthy by sucking my cock.  She knelt down in front of me and using her bound hands set to work pulling out my cock and giving me a blow job that defied description.  I stopped her before I came preferring to see how she responded to my belt.

 

I took her to a nearby tree and threw the rope over a convenient bow and hoisted her arms above her head and tied the rope off.  I pulled my belt from my jeans and let her see it was going to be the instrument of her torture. And walked up to her and ran my hands over that body.  She moaned and when my fingers found their way to her pussy it was wet with the slightest hint of juices beginning to run down the inside of her thighs.  I asked her again if she was sure this was what she wanted and she replied

 

“Yes Sir, please whip my tits and my ass and anywhere you think I need it.”

 

I walked behind her and made a few practice swings so she could hear the belt cutting through the air.  It would make her anticipate the impact and add to her tension.  I lined up that perfect ass and struck her with what I considered moderate force not wanting to overdo her first experience.  To my surprise she begged me to hit her harder.

 

“Please Sir, harder, make me dance I’ve wanted this for so long”.

 

I swung again harder, but increasing each blow’s force gradually.  I had laid about ten strokes across her ass before I moved up behind her and kissed the side of her neck.  Her eyes were closed and her face held a dreamy look, she was obviously enjoying herself.  I ran my hands over the red marks on her ass and her hips moved appreciatively, a low moan barely audible escaped her lips.  I stepped back and measured the distance to her back and shoulders this time telling her to count off each lash as it struck thanking me for whipping her.

 

“One Sir.  Thank you for whipping this undeserving slave”.

 

I lashed her twenty times on her back and she counted each one and thanked me as before.  It was a delightful sight watching her tits bounce as the belt impacted her back and I had a clear view standing off slightly to the side as I swung the belt.  Again I moved up to her from behind.  She was breathing heavily a mixture of excitement and the strain of the whipping.  I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs and they were wet with her juices and I continued up and around to cup those perfect breasts, teasing the nipples to erection.

 

“Oh please whip these tits Sir, whip them hard, I need to be punished”.  She begged.

 

“All in good time Angel.  When I’m ready I’ll whip them.” I said preferring to draw out her pleasure and pain.

 

I circled around her making her wait and allowing the pain she already had experienced to transmute to pleasure.  She moved her feet apart as I halted in front of her and thrust her hips forward presenting her dripping pussy to me.  It is pretty hard to misread body language like that and I knew what she wanted.  I moved forward and ran the belt from the top of her slit down along its length, massaging her clit and causing her to moan and growl in wanton lust and need.  I stepped back withdrawing the belt and causing her to look up at me anguished and so full of need.  I again measured the distance between myself and where the belt would impact squarely and flatly on her mound.  She presented herself, knees slightly bent as she forced her hips out and let her full body weight rest on her tied wrists.

 

“Count for me Angel.” I said as I began her first pussy whipping.

 

The first lash impacted squarely on her mound, the tip of the belt finishing directly over her vaginal opening.  She hissed and involuntarily withdrew her hips and counted “One Sir.” Then represented herself for the next.  Nothing could prepare me for what came next.  As the belt impacted and flattened out her clitoris it took her over the edge and she orgasmed right there on the spot.  Her hips convulsed and her breath came in ragged gasps, I had heard of female ejaculation but had never experienced it first hand until now.  As she convulsed a clear liquid squirted onto the ground a few feet in front of her, she grunted and panted as I watched amazed.  I finally snapped myself out of my wonderment and moved to her to stroke her and ease her back into reality.  I asked her if she was ok and if she wanted to continue and her reply was simply “Two Sir”.  I smiled as I looked into her eyes that were full of determination and still full of lust.

 

She presented as she had before and I again measured the distance and recommenced her whipping.  She took and counted off ten strokes to her pussy and was breathing heavily by the time I moved forward to stroke and caress her body.  She was sweating freely; her hair was damp around the edges, her eyes full of trust and lust as I rolled her nipples between my fingers causing her mouth to form an “O” as I did so.  I grasped her nipple and pulled them both lifting her breasts as I did and she went up on tip toes sucking in a breath.  I reached down and stroked her soaking fount and fingered her, as I did I asked her if she had enough.

 

“But Sir you haven’t whipped my tits yet and they do so need it”. 

 

I couldn’t argue and the look of need in her eyes gave me all the inspiration I needed.  I stepped back and for the fourth time measured off the distance necessary to impact both of those lovely firm globes.

 

The first stroke was aimed to impact across both nipples and my aim proved true.  Again she involuntarily drew her breasts in and away from the belt causing a reverse arch in her back and shoulders.  She quickly represented them and said “Yeeesssss oooooh yes thank you Sir one.” 

 

I drew my arm back again and caught her on the underside just below each nipple, the belt making that delightful slapping sound as it impacted causing both breasts to bounce.  She managed to maintain her posture and count again.  I stood and admired two nice red lines about an inch and a quarter wide form across each breast indicating the route the belt had taken.  I thought ten would do nicely and by the time they were delivered and counted off Angel was breathing hard and her fount was leaking juices again.  I walked up to Angel and touched those breasts.  The heat radiating from them was intense and I cupped them and held them up for her inspection.  She looked down at her red nipples and striped breasts and looked into my eyes and thanked me and then begged me to take her down and fuck her mercilessly.

 

I untied the rope and led her by her bound wrists to a small pile of dried twigs that happened to be piled by the creek and pushed her down to her knees and bent her over so that her breasts would rest on the twigs and sticks and they in turn would scratch and torment her while I fucked her from behind.  I dropped my jeans, my cock springing to attention as it was released and pulled the t shirt I was wearing over my head and threw aside.  I dropped to my knees and inserted two fingers into Angels already dripping pussy, causing her to moan and gyrate her hips.  I couldn’t resist her now, not that I wanted to, and eased my turgid cock into her pussy and began thrusting.  She met my thrusts and the muscles in her mound gripped and released me with each thrust.  She reached between her legs and went to work on her clit as I fucked her, she forced her breasts into the twigs and sticks.  The twigs pricked her nipples and breasts adding to her excitement, her breaths now coming in gasps and sensing I was close to coming as well she begged me to come on her face and tits.

 

I withdrew my cock and she rolled over placing her bound hands out of the way and took up a position so that my come would do just that.  I exploded and jets of liquid fire seemed to leave my cock, my hips bucked as my cock spurted each jet and I looked to see it drip from Angels chin onto her tits and onto her thighs.  She then took my cock into her mouth and sucked any remaining come into her mouth and swallowed it.  I knelt down and untied her hands and kissed her deeply.  Her eyes were full of gratitude and I was humbled.  I had experienced with her something most men dream about and her submission was a true gift.  We lay there for a while in the afterglow, drifting as you do and then decided to bathe in the creek where it was deepest then dress and head back to the ‘Stang and continue to the next town and get a bite to eat.

 

We spent the night at that next town and a couple more as we made our way across the country.  She decided to go her own way when we reached Utah and we bid each other a fond farewell.  I’ll always treasure the time I spent with Angel, she was after all was said and done a “revelation” and she taught me how to be a Dom.