Walker slowly approached town.
He walked in his steady gait down the country road leading to town, still several miles out. His black cowboy boots made an audible click off the pavement with every step he took, echoing slightly in the thick woods the road cut through. He looked as he always did: Black jeans, black shirt, and black denim jacket carried over his shoulder. For as long as he has walked the roads of this world, Walker has always looked much the same.
And as always happens when Walker is around, people begin to act strangely.
As Walker strode towards town he passed Vivian, whose car had broken down on the side of the road. She sat in the driver's seat, turned so her feet rested on the road, her head supported by her hands. Vivian was both angry and depressed because her cell phone couldn't find a tower in this spot and she had been waiting for hours for someone to come by to help her. She had missed her college cheerleading photos that day because of her car, so there she sat, looking like the unhappiest cheerleader ever.
Yet as Walker passed, her unhappy thoughts suddenly turned decidedly erotic; in fact, they became quite graphically sexual, and she felt a sudden chill race through her body as her clit grew fat, her nipples hardened, and her pussy became wet. Vivian suddenly saw the most deliciously decadent images in her head, images of her being taken by the entire football team, images of her fucking her two hottest professors, images of her being taken rough, hard, treated like the whore she was. Vivian's greatest fantasy, her secret perversion, was to be used as a sexual object, to be taken by force and made to serve a man's -- or several men's -- sexual needs. She desperately wanted to be willingly raped, but had never known how to broach the subject with her many boyfriends.
At just that moment two young men from town pulled up in their motorcycles. Both Jimmy and Paul were decent young men; they had graduated high school together, worked for the same landscaping crew together, and spent much of their free time together. They were honest, hard-working young men trying to find a spot in the world, and had only been thinking of helping a distressed motorist when they had pulled off the side of the road and stopped in front of Vivian. But as they passed Walker, their thoughts changed drastically.
Paul suddenly saw images of his most ardent desire, that to humiliate and dominate a woman, making his cock grow thick and hard in an instant. He had always wanted to be in absolute command in the bed room, to take complete control, to be the Dom he knew he already was on this inside. His most heart-felt wish was to be the Master to a sex slave, a woman he keeps on hand only to service his numerous sexual needs. He had awkwardly discussed the subject with his wife, but his wishes were quickly and quite thoroughly shot down, and so he had desired silently and desperately since then.
Jimmy, meanwhile, had always wanted to be in threesome with his best friend Paul, and it was images of this that now made his long cock become hard like steel. Jimmy was heterosexual, but he'd always had a secret desire for Paul and would love the opportunity to take another woman with him. Although he had no desire to touch, suck, or fuck Paul at all, the thought of watching his best friend's taunt, tanned body work sexual delight, of seeing Paul's muscles flex and squeeze beneath his dark skin, of watching the sweat trickle down his body, was a huge turn on to Jimmy. Paul, unfortunately, was married to utter Puritan who blanched at the mere thought of sex, so Jimmy had always known better to even mention it to him for fear of causing unwanted trouble.
But now, both men looked at Vivian and saw in her the answer to their fondest wishes, the final piece to their unfinished fantasy puzzles. Vivian looked back at the two well-built young men with wild desire in her eyes, feeling that they, too, were exactly what she had always been looking for. Without a word, almost as if knowing what the others thought, wanted, and would do, the three started to walk deeper into the humid woods, peeling off clothes as they did. The trio left a trail of cheerleading and motorcycle clothing leading deeper and deeper into the woods as they did so, until they finally came to a small clearing, now all completely naked.
They stopped there a moment, to gaze lustfully at each other's naked bodies -- Jimmy looking at Paul as much as he looked at Vivian. She was as pale as the men were tanned, her long strawberry blonde hair now freed from her cheer pony tail and tumbling down across her shoulders. Her breasts were large and firm, her nipples hard and almost aching to be sucked. She was thin and well toned, and her pussy entirely shaved, save for a thin strip of blonde hair in the middle. The men were both darkly tanned and muscular from so many hours spent landscaping, their bodies hard, chiseled examples of male perfection. The two appeared similar, with clean-shaved faces and thick, wavy hair; the only difference being that Paul's hair was dark whereas Jimmy's was blondish. It was really only in their cocks that the friends really appeared different: Paul's cock was of average length but uncommonly thick, whereas Jimmy's was both exceedingly long and thick.
Paul was the first to move after the brief interlude to enjoy each other's nude images. He quickly strode forward to Vivian, grabbed her long hair in his fist and pulled hard, snapping her head back as he did so. She let out a surprised but ecstatic yelp, and looked into his dark eyes for a moment before he kissed her passionately, roughly. With his free hand, Paul massaged Vivian's perfect breasts, not with the tender touch of a lover but rather with a rough and desperate grope, the way a man does when he uses a woman strictly for his own pleasure. He pinched and pulled on her erect nipples hard, making her gasp from the pleasurable pain; he even slapped her face and tits hard a few times, telling Vivian what a dirty whore she was the whole time he did so.
