02-07-2020, 07:09 PM
I nodded.
He was silent for a few minutes, then the van started to slow as we approached a junction.
“You do much hitch-hiking?”
“No.”
“There’s a kind of agreement that exists, you know?”
“What kind of agreement?” I could tell what was coming.
“We call it ‘a ride for a ride’, got that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Simple. You need a ride, but you can’t pay for it. I need a different kind of ride, and I don’t want to pay for it! See?”
I played dumb, looking at him uncomprehending.
“Simple, girly. I do you a favour by giving you a lift, you do me a favour by dropping your knickers. Deal?”
I pretended to look shocked. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I really didn’t want to be here with this dirty, smelly man, but I knew things could be even worse if he dropped me in the middle of nowhere.
“Good girl! Now there’s a nice, quiet spot I know just half a mile off the motorway. We’ll go there now, and you can show me how grateful you are, ok?” He grinned. I smiled weakly.
We left the motorway and he drove us to an industrial estate car park. There were no other cars or vans in the place, we were completely alone. He switched off the engine, turned on the interior light in the cab then turned to me with a lecherous smile on his face.
“Now then, pretty girl. Why don’t we start with having a look at what you’ve got on your chest? Come on, lets have a look at your titties then.”
I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, then opened it up. He leaned across, took hold of my bra and pushed it up exposing my breasts. He immediately began to maul them, his rough skin scbanging across my nipples.
“Mmmmm, nice. You got a nice pair of knockers here, haven’t you.”
He pulled me towards him, ducked his head and began to suck on my right nipple, his tongue darting across my flesh. I was revolted by his touch.
His hand began to grope my thigh, feeling for the hem of my skirt. He found it in moments and began to slip his hand up my skirt, squeezing my leg repeatedly. Still sucking on my breast he thrust his hand up my skirt until he came to my stocking tops. He stopped suddenly.
“Well, what do we have here?” He chortled. “I never would have taken you for an old fashioned girl! Lie back and let me have a proper look then.”
I lay back in the seat and lifted my skirt until it was bunched around my waist. He made me open my legs so that he could stroke the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs above my stocking tops. Then came the moment I dreaded. His fingers moved from the tops of my thighs and began to stroke along the length of my pussy. My knickers were still damp from my earlier exploits. He felt this at once. He grinned.
“My, my. Proper little minx, aren’t you?”
He slipped his fingers inside the leg of my knickers and immediately ran a rough finger over my pussy lips. I saw his eyes widen with lust as he felt my shaven lips. Then he began to pull on my knickers urgently, dragging them down, exposing more and more of my pussy with each callous pull. I resigned myself to losing them, lifting my bottom to let him remove them. Then he grabbed hold of each leg just above the knee, and forced them wide apart, his gaze fixed on my pussy.
When my legs were as far apart as they would go he released them, still staring at my slit. “Stay like that.” He barked. I did as I was told.
He sat back in his seat and reached for his cigarettes. He lit one and blew out a large cloud of blue smoke. Then her turned back to me, his eyes raking over my entire body.
“Well you are a pretty piece, aren’t you. Nice tits, and a shaved cunt, very nice! Very nice indeed! And your boyfriend dumped you at the services because you wouldn’t suck him off? What a Pratt!”
He reached out and began to stroke my pussy lips, then slowly pushed a finger into my tunnel. Of course, I was still wet from my orgasm earlier. He obviously thought it was because of his attentions.
“Hot little bitch. You like having your cunt fingered, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. He pushed another finger into me and began to slowly finger-fuck me. When I shifted my hips to make myself more comfortable he mistook this as a sign of enjoyment on my part, snickering to himself as he pushed his fingers into me, wriggling them around inside me.
After a few minutes of this, he made me turn my back to him and kneel on the seat, then he inserted his fingers into me again and carried on finger-fucking me.
“You like this? You like having your cunt fingered?”
Fearful of what he’d do if I said ‘no’, I nodded, glancing over my shoulder to smile at him, all the time wishing I were a million miles away from him.
He was silent for a few minutes, then the van started to slow as we approached a junction.
“You do much hitch-hiking?”
“No.”
“There’s a kind of agreement that exists, you know?”
“What kind of agreement?” I could tell what was coming.
“We call it ‘a ride for a ride’, got that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Simple. You need a ride, but you can’t pay for it. I need a different kind of ride, and I don’t want to pay for it! See?”
I played dumb, looking at him uncomprehending.
“Simple, girly. I do you a favour by giving you a lift, you do me a favour by dropping your knickers. Deal?”
I pretended to look shocked. I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. I really didn’t want to be here with this dirty, smelly man, but I knew things could be even worse if he dropped me in the middle of nowhere.
“Good girl! Now there’s a nice, quiet spot I know just half a mile off the motorway. We’ll go there now, and you can show me how grateful you are, ok?” He grinned. I smiled weakly.
We left the motorway and he drove us to an industrial estate car park. There were no other cars or vans in the place, we were completely alone. He switched off the engine, turned on the interior light in the cab then turned to me with a lecherous smile on his face.
“Now then, pretty girl. Why don’t we start with having a look at what you’ve got on your chest? Come on, lets have a look at your titties then.”
I fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, then opened it up. He leaned across, took hold of my bra and pushed it up exposing my breasts. He immediately began to maul them, his rough skin scbanging across my nipples.
“Mmmmm, nice. You got a nice pair of knockers here, haven’t you.”
He pulled me towards him, ducked his head and began to suck on my right nipple, his tongue darting across my flesh. I was revolted by his touch.
His hand began to grope my thigh, feeling for the hem of my skirt. He found it in moments and began to slip his hand up my skirt, squeezing my leg repeatedly. Still sucking on my breast he thrust his hand up my skirt until he came to my stocking tops. He stopped suddenly.
“Well, what do we have here?” He chortled. “I never would have taken you for an old fashioned girl! Lie back and let me have a proper look then.”
I lay back in the seat and lifted my skirt until it was bunched around my waist. He made me open my legs so that he could stroke the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs above my stocking tops. Then came the moment I dreaded. His fingers moved from the tops of my thighs and began to stroke along the length of my pussy. My knickers were still damp from my earlier exploits. He felt this at once. He grinned.
“My, my. Proper little minx, aren’t you?”
He slipped his fingers inside the leg of my knickers and immediately ran a rough finger over my pussy lips. I saw his eyes widen with lust as he felt my shaven lips. Then he began to pull on my knickers urgently, dragging them down, exposing more and more of my pussy with each callous pull. I resigned myself to losing them, lifting my bottom to let him remove them. Then he grabbed hold of each leg just above the knee, and forced them wide apart, his gaze fixed on my pussy.
When my legs were as far apart as they would go he released them, still staring at my slit. “Stay like that.” He barked. I did as I was told.
He sat back in his seat and reached for his cigarettes. He lit one and blew out a large cloud of blue smoke. Then her turned back to me, his eyes raking over my entire body.
“Well you are a pretty piece, aren’t you. Nice tits, and a shaved cunt, very nice! Very nice indeed! And your boyfriend dumped you at the services because you wouldn’t suck him off? What a Pratt!”
He reached out and began to stroke my pussy lips, then slowly pushed a finger into my tunnel. Of course, I was still wet from my orgasm earlier. He obviously thought it was because of his attentions.
“Hot little bitch. You like having your cunt fingered, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. He pushed another finger into me and began to slowly finger-fuck me. When I shifted my hips to make myself more comfortable he mistook this as a sign of enjoyment on my part, snickering to himself as he pushed his fingers into me, wriggling them around inside me.
After a few minutes of this, he made me turn my back to him and kneel on the seat, then he inserted his fingers into me again and carried on finger-fucking me.
“You like this? You like having your cunt fingered?”
Fearful of what he’d do if I said ‘no’, I nodded, glancing over my shoulder to smile at him, all the time wishing I were a million miles away from him.
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