Nature Calling

It was an unusually hot day, and on this afternoon commute he left the freeway for something to drink. Unfamiliar with the area, he looked for a convenience store....none seen, but here was a bar instead-even better. An ice-cold beer would go down real good about now!

It was dark and deliciously cool inside, with George Thorogood booming from the jukebox. There was a good mix of men and women, some in animated exchanges, others in close intimate conversations. Several men near him at the bar were gathered close, intently listening to one man relating what appeared to be fascinating details of some sort. Then there were sounds of disbelief, taunting the one man as a bullshitter. He insisted, becoming louder, so that the stranger could now hear him.

'I swear to God, it's for real!'-- but his audience had begun to disperse.

The man moved to the seat next to the newcomer and began to relate his story to fresh ears. The man told of heading to town, traveling the back roads behind this bar, where hills and hidden valleys and secret surprises of unexpected terrain make the landscape, easing into the ranches and vineyards the area is known for. A grouping of old pines graced one hillside of this unpopulated area, the trees thick down to a small clearing by the creek, until one pine stood alone, but almost hidden. Something caught his eye, something out of place.

In disbelief he stopped to back up. Not more than 30 feet from the roadway, but almost hidden by terrain, was a young woman, naked and tied to the solitary tree. Her arms and legs were spread wide in secure restraints, and she was blindfolded.

As he exited his vehicle she lifted her slumped head to the sound and began to squirm in her bindings. The man hurried towards her, with an already-hard cock, no way nor will to control it. Maybe he was dreaming... a free fuck on a helpless whore, there for the taking!

The man told an extended recounting of his prowess, bestowing the best fucking of her life with appropriate statements from her on his astounding endowment and expert skill, profusely thanking him when he was done using her. Good god, no wonder his bar companions had jeered and dismissed him. The newcomer had said nothing, letting the man indulge his fantastic tale, until he sensed he had lost his audience again..

The stranger took another cold one, turning around to survey three women settling into a table near the jukebox. One smiled at him, holding his gaze. She was pretty, and he noticed a generous cleavage in her lowcut top.. oh yes. Another of the women shifted in her seat, also looking at him with an inviting smile, her braless breasts poking their nipples in her thin tshirt. The third had a huge firm rack barely contained in her cutoff tanktop. Yes indeed, they were quite lovely to look at! His cock involuntarily tingled and grew to a noticeable bulge.

He felt suddenly daring from the drinks, and walked over to the jukebox, his hard cock apparent through his pants. There was no plan, just the flow of the moment. He felt good, more than good. As he chose from the jukebox the women made office-based small talk, but when he would glance to them, all eyes were on him and his cock. He could feel it harden and grow further. His thoughts began to blur and slip away from him-- his cock was king now.

Enticing and seemingly willing as they were, he realized it would be awkward for all to attempt to get one away from the others. Anyway, the notion of fucking in his truck was unappealing to him for his full and vigorous expression of his manly lust. He thought it best to leave, and grinning widely to the ladies, those sexy, sexy ladies, he left the bar.

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He sat in his truck, very aware of his cock still throbbing in his pants. He was not ready to drive yet, and gazed upon the scenery before him, the rolling hills of the unfamiliar countryside, as he freed his steaming cock from its zippered confinement. He was horny as hell, loosened up by the beer, and knowing the women in the bar wanted his cock. And now, remembering that man's tale of the naked woman restrained to the tree excited him further, in a way unfamiliar but compelling to him. He stroked his exposed cock, eyes closed, with the image of the tied woman large in his mind.

Without being fully aware of it at first, he realized he had started his truck and was heading into the country behind the bar, his cock leading the way. He knew further touch to his cock would have him cumming immediately, and he wanted to savor this especially delicious arousal. His cock was doing the thinking now; he felt helpless against the primal drive of his body. He glanced down at his stiff cock, the head glistening and pulsing, hungry for its natural target.

Soon he recognized the terrain the man in the bar had described.

And there it was-- that incredible and fantastic vision--the naked woman restrained to the tree! It was almost more than he could bear.. he wondered if he was dreaming. Quickly he was out of his truck and standing before her.

The reality of her as a prisoner, helpless and distressed, did not fail to hit its mark on his good character.. he felt sorry for her, even through his extreme arousal. What must be going through her mind, with random men coming at her to indulge their wicked, dirty desires, as if she were a thing, and not a person. But still, he knew he was already out of control of reason.

He spoke in a low soothing voice, telling her he would not hurt her, and lifted her chin to kiss her sweetly. She whispered a thank you and asked him to remove her blindfold. As he did so she smiled weakly, a resigned smile of sorts, he thought. Her eyes fell to his visibly throbbing cock, and stared. That pushed his arousal further and it ruled all thought. He was trembling.

He rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy and she gasped involuntarily. All decision was gone, it was pure primal instinct as he entered her, hardly believing the exquisite sensations, so intense that it was unfamiliar territory. And he couldn't believe she was responding back to him, in obvious pleasure! That was so unexpected that he lost himself entirely, transported to a high he had never before felt. He felt her contractions, grabbing his cock in their strength...he had never felt this from a woman before and was helpless to it.

Almost instantly he shot his huge hot load of cum into her as she trembled and moaned. As he came back to earth he felt a shame and guilt for using her as a thing, a repository for his uncontrollable lust. He was not a bad man, nor one without a conscience. He forced himself to meet her gaze, and was startled to see that she was smiling.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing when she said 'How soon can you be ready to go again?' At that he felt a twinge stir his cock, the beginning of another erection, as if he were a teenager again! He wondered again if he was dreaming. His guilt and shame had evaporated, and he watched her rub her ass against the tree with her legs spread, as his cum dripped from her. She smiled, eyes closed.

She informed him that she had to piss, and would he loosen her restraints so that she could squat and take care of business? She instructed him not to free her totally, saying it would mean trouble for her-- from her captor, he assumed.

He watched her piss along the side of the tree, realizing he had never watched a woman piss before him, and it oddly aroused him, in a way that felt shameful to him while greatly exciting him as well. She repositioned herself on her knees, arms still restrained to the tree. She looked up at him with a beautiful smile and steady gaze. 'Do you have to piss too?' Yes, he did.

'I want you to piss on me, now. You want to piss on me, you do. Do it-- please.'

There was a dark calling now, a taboo insisting on action, and it ruled conscious thought. This dirty girl saw into his dark heart and brought the taboo into the light, compelling him without a possibility of denial. He stood close to her and streamed his hot piss onto her, feeling uncontrollably excited at his sinful urge, as she reveled in the piss covering her. He could not fully grasp there was a woman like this, wanting to be pissed on! He wished it could go on endlessly, to drench her in his sinful debauchery... he loved the feeling of what he had done, yet also hated himself for loving it.

When he was empty of his piss, he turned his thoughts to leaving, and again felt uneasy at what he had done, a shame. He looked at her and saw she was looking up at him from her kneeling position, eyes bright, and her mouth in an open 'O'. She said nothing, looking from his face to his cock, her gaze lingering, then again to his face.

No words were necessary--he knew this dreamlike experience was not over yet, as he fed his hardend cock to her waiting mouth. The encouragements he had received from this vision on the tree propelled him to the dark and compelling desires in him never acknowledged before. He held her head and fucked her throat with a ferocity he didn't know was in him, and he loved it, it was beyond his control now.

Knowing that she wanted it was irrelevant.. he needed to ravage her, to fuck her throat so hard that she might choke. There was nothing else now but him and his cock. She began to gag at the unrelenting deep penetration, and that excited him further, raping her throat.. the slut, the whore, take it, take it!... and he finally shot his load deep in her throat. When he finally withdrew she gasped loudly for breath, gagging still, cum running down her smiling face.

'Oh my god--thank you, thank you! Now you'd better tie me up like I was before, that man could come back anytime. Do it, then get going out of here, hurry up.' As his head began to clear he wondered why she did not take this opportunity to escape her situation, with the restraints now off.

Now the time to leave was upon him and he leaned against the open door of his truck to take a last long look at the naked woman he had fucked-- this woman who had such a deep need to be fucked as an object by any man.

In a jolt of clarity he realized she did not want to be free to leave, and in fact he suddenly realized this was her own doing, her own idea, to blatantly bait herself for whatever random man happened to come down the road. He had never been with a woman who so badly wanted and needed to be fucked -- to be used -- and who so greatly enjoyed and loved it.

................................................................... © K.Quinn 2015.................................................