1. Sarah doesnt reach her destination


    Date: 10/3/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Ass to pussy, Authoritarian, Bisexual, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Coercion, Cruelty, Cum Swallowing, Extreme, Group Sex, Hardcore, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Spanking, Toys, Author: fallsmarine, Source: sexstories.com

    Hello, my name is Sarah and I’m a 27-year old woman. To describe myself, I am 5’6” tall, 125 lbs. I have a fairly athletic body from working out twice a week, and an all-over tan from a tanning salon. My eyes are a piercing light blue that compliment my inquisitive grin and my hair is dark brown, wavy, and comes down past my shoulders. I’m a 32 C cup, and I keep my pussy trimmed to a neat bush. To be embarassingly honest I’ve only been laid twice this year and it’s already July. Both times were with co-workers and were merely business related. That is not to say that I do not put my 5 inch dildo to good use nearly every night. This is the story of my vacation last year to West Virginia. Well, I should say that it was the beginning of my vacation because I didn’t get very far. I was supposed to go up to a cabin my family owned to clean it up a bit and while I was at it I was going to spend a few days relaxing. I was in the mountain region when I left the interstate to fill up on gas. Me being my usual self had allowed my car to get down to nearly empty before pulling over, so when I saw a single sign for a gas station I immediately took the exit. I went nearly four miles when the same kind of sign said to turn right down a road. Seeing as that I was now almost empty I really had no choice and so I took the turn. Another three miles later another sign said to turn left down an even more deserted looking road, but I followed the sign anyway. I was nearly four miles down this ... road when my front two tires blew out and I nearly lost control of my vehicle. It skidded to a halt nearly 75 yards down the road. Trembling, I slowly opened the door and stepped out. I took a look at the front two tires and realized why I had lost control, but even worse was the fact that I was practically eleven miles walking distance to the interstate, so I had little choice but to hope that the gas station was nearby. After locking the doors of my car, I started off in the direction of the gas station. I had walked about a mile when another sign said that the station as only one more mile down the road. It was the summer time and the temperature was pretty high as I walked farther and farther down the road. I was wearing a denim skirt that came down to mid-thigh, a pair of black flip-flops, a white tank top, a sheer white thong, and a white bra. By the time I came around the corner and saw the old station I was sweating and terribly thirsty. As I walked closer I saw the faded sign hanging from the roof of the filling area. It read “Wilson’s Tire and Gas.” Just behind it was a large two story house that looked like it must have been built at least a hundred years ago. I walked into the front door of the gas station and found a young man, most likely in his early 20’s sitting behind the counter watching a black and white television. He looked a little surprised when he turned and saw me. I was slightly un-nerved when he failed to say anything but instead opted to look me up ...
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