This whole thing started with a flat tire. I was driving down the interstate when my car started to weave around. When I pulled over and got out I saw that the back tire had gone flat. I was on my way home from work and the interstate was doing it's normal stop and go routine.
I pulled out my cell phone to call AAA. When I went to use my phone, I got the low battery sign and couldn't make an outgoing call. I was wondering just what I was going to do when a car pulled over.
The driver asked me what was wrong. I told him that I had a flat and that my cell phone was dead. He said he didn't have a cell phone but would drive me to a phone to call someone. I gladly took him up on his offer as I didn't want to be stuck in rush hour on the freeway with no way to get home.
He told me his name was Ted and that he was a wine salesman on his way home. I told him that I loved wine and began discussing the various wines we both liked. We pulled off the interstate and he said I could phone from his house, which was just a few blocks away.
We got to his house and went inside. It was a modest rambler typical for the area. I could tell that he was not married as his house didn't have the usual "women's" touch. He asked me if I would like to try a new wine they were carrying that was going to be the new rage for wine drinkers. I said sure and he brought me a big glass of merlot. The wine was excellent with a nice fruity flavor and no aftertaste. I asked him about the history of the vintage and he told me about how it got into this country from Chile and was rated at about 90 points, which is very excellent wine.
After about 15 minutes I started to get a good buzz from the wine. I told him that I shouldn't drink anymore because it was going to my head, and he just smiled at me. A few minutes later I was feeling pretty drunk and getting sleepy. I told him that I must be getting old because I couldn't hold a glass of wine very well.
He came over and sat down next to me on the sofa and told me that the wine wasn't really the problem. I asked him what that meant and he said the wine had an extra ingredient to make it special. By now I was definitely feeling very groggy and said I didn't understand. He said he put some TPH in the drink along with the wine. I said I didn't know what he was talking about and he said that TPH was a colorless and tasteless drug that make people go to sleep. I was so groggy I didn't understand very well what he was saying. He said that it was also known as the date-rape drug. I understood that and tried to get up, but my legs felt like rubber and I was getting more dizzy and drowsy by the second. He told me told relax. He said he was going to wait until I was asleep and then take my clothes off and fuck me. I tried to get up but he held me down on the sofa. The last thing I remember before I went to sleep was his hand under my skirt and moving up my thighs.
I woke up wondering where I was. I looked around and saw I was in a windowless room with a lot of electronic equipment around me. I tried to move but saw that I was strapped down to a table that was a lot like a doctors examining table. Tom was standing at the end of the table with no clothes on. I looked down for the first time and noticed that I was naked. I asked him what was going on.
Tom said that he liked women my age and type. For the record, I am in my mid-40's with a better than average body. I like to work out and keep my weight down. Tom was at least 10 years younger than me and was built like an athlete.
He said that he especially liked my hairy cunt and was going to put his cock in me and fuck me slowly. He said that he would keep it in my pussy until he made me very wet. I was stunned and didn't know what to say except ask him not to. He laughed and said it was a little late for that.
