and began to give it as good a workout as I'd done a few minutes before.
We thrashed around on the comfortable, but small seat. We lost ourselves in lust. Our bodies throbbed with need and desire. We strained to please each other. I lost track of time and place. Nothing mattered but my hot snatch. I smothered his burning cock with affection. I drowned it with caresses. I nibbled and teased it. I thrilled as his hot nuts rested against my nose.
He pulled away and twisted around. We were both trembling in urgent need. I forgot my danger. I forgot the pain I'd endured the last few days. All I wanted was the stiff prick in my gash. I wanted
my hole plugged and my clit rubbed.
The stiff piston found the top of my split and followed it to the pit of pleasure. It bounced over my clit. It spread my cunt-flaps. It rubbed my pee-hole and filled my aching cunt-hole with tingling, burning itching fulfillment.
I felt the gorgeous cock spread my insides and stretch the creases out. I felt it satisfy itch after burning itch. Nothing could feel this good-nothing! I tore at his back with my fingers. I waved my legs in the air. I whimpered like a puppy and purred like a kitten.
His hips rose and fell-rose and fell. His cock slid up and down-in and out. His balls bounced against my ass. His belly banged mine and our hips grated. I tried to swallow his cock whole.
We rose together. His thrusts grew quicker, deeper and longer. His panting grew louder. He was getting ready to shoot his cum into my cunt. I wriggled my hips and let my mind float free. The thrills of my own heat built like a crescendo. I exploded mindlessly under him as he shot his jism into my hot hole. He rolled off and hugged me to him.
'What happens now?' I whispered as reality flooded back.
We looked at each other for a very long time.
'You kicked the bottom out of that box and escaped. I never missed you until I reached the boat. You have to promise not to blow the whistle, though.'
I promised. He helped me back into my jumpsuit, minus the horrible corset and other junk.
The road wasn't well-traveled and it was hours before I flagged down an American couple and got into town and safety. I broke my word to the driver, but by the time anyone got around to investigating, the ring had blown town.
Whenever my mind slips back to the horrors I suffered as a prisoner in that private prison of pain, I get the shakes. I can't help but wonder what would have become of me if I hadn't given a couple of blow-jobs when I did…
