Lost in the Woods E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

I cannot possibly give away any clues about the content of those stories unless I would ruin the suspense: adventures in the woods are unpredictable and best enjoyed without a warning! The woods are the place where the unspeakable happens and the unthinkable occurs - the misty woods are the perfect stage to play out our most secret fantasies in our sweaty wet dreams . . .

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Hentai Jones

Lost in the Woods

Six sweaty wet dreams about our most secret fantasies!

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Lost in the Woods

Lost in the Woods

written by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

Hentai Jones:

LOST IN THE WOODS

Six sweaty wet dreams about our most secret fantasies!

Cover photo by Stephanie Fink

without a copyright attached!

1 - The flat Tire

The flat Tire

I had made it all the way up to the ridge and was sweating profusely, but I was expecting an easy and refreshing ride down the other side - I was already gathering speed down the hill and it was extremely bad luck that my front tire blew, that the bicycle was swerving from the track and that I was ending up in the ditch: dirty and defeated! None of my bones were broken, but the front wheel of my bicycle was badly bent and wouldn't turn anymore, and the option of walking all the way back home were daunting: on my bike I felt quite safe in the forest, but on foot I felt rather vulnerable: in my ultra short pants and the tiny strapless tanktop I wasn't very appropriately dressed for a hike through the wilderness, and all the bad radio news about the escaped prisoner were scaring me - wasn't he a rapist and a murderer? And wasn't it enough to dream about him every night: it was completely unnecessary to meet him at bright daylight!

I left the bike in the ditch and began to walk, and suddenly the forest on both sides of the track was looking darker and more forbidding than ever - I made sure to stay on the road. Somebody would eventually come a long and pick me up, a ranger or a woodcutter perhaps, but traffic on that logging track was rare and I better got going! And I was in luck: I heard the car from far away in the haunting silence of the woods - it was one of those small Japanese four-wheel-drives and wasn't looking conspicuous at all. The car was stopping right next to me and the guy behind the wheel was greeting me with a huge smile and said: »What a pleasant surprise to meet such an angel in the middle of nowhere - would you like a lift?« He wasn't that evil looking as the guys from my nightmares, but I was hating mirrored sunglasses: there was no way to tell, if he was looking at my face or staring at my breasts! He said, that his name was Frank, but he could have been Joe or Jack, a saint or a rapist, but I had to take the chance and so I hopped in!

»Nice legs you have there, Sue!«, Frank said to me with a big smile, but this was just the most common opening line of blokes who can't look you in the eyes and probably want to look into your pants instead! Of course I had nice trim legs from riding, but I only needed a lift home and his hand on my knee felt rather disturbing to me, but it was clear, that I had to be polite with him: otherwise he would throw me out again and make me walk home. So I smiled back at him and let him caress my naked thigh for a while, aware that this allowance would only make him more adventurous - men were all the same and their hunger for new discoveries were insatiable - and so was Frank! »You're very sexy, Sue!«, he was admitting at least as he moved his hand into my crotch - that would have been the moment when I should have intervened, but even we girls were all the same: much too submissive and much too easy to conquer, and even my brutal ex-boyfriend, that fucking asshole, had never failed to make me spread my legs for him!

Frank wanted to know where I was living and how old I was, he was extremely interested, If I had a boyfriend and if he was going to marry me - all this was just smart smalltalk to distract me from his fingers fumbling with the brass button of my denim shorts. When I was brushing his hand away he stopped the car immediately and took a pair of shiny handcuffs out of the glove box, and before I was realising the danger he had my hands cuffed to the head rest of my seat - »You're very ungrateful, Sue!«, he said, »running around in the forest half naked and playing the virgin doesn't make much sense to me!« Of course he was right: I was a taunt and a tease and I was only deserving to get into troubles in a skimpy outfit like mine - and now I was definitely in trouble! I wanted to say something clever, but when I told my kidnapper, that I would report him to the police I got only laughter as an answer - Frank was obviously delighted by my fine sense of good humour and said: »In that case I cannot let you go again, Sue!«

I had shot myself in the foot again: now Frank wasn't willing anymore to drive me home for a long hot shower, now I would never see my parents again! I could have said: »Okay, Frank, rape me and make it quick!«, but I still had some female pride left after all the assaults of my ex - but if Frank really was the escaped murderer I better kept my tongue tight! It was probably better to enjoy my last sex before I ended up in a shallow grave: he had killed five young girls already in cold blood and wouldn't bother much to add another one to his growing list! Frank had pushed my top down to my waist and was examining my little titties, both just about a handful by now but crowned by lovely red nipples - my ex had called them strawberries on cream and he loved to bite them hard until I was screaming! Frank said, that I had nice breasts: he was certainly not as poetic as Trevor had been and not as brutal either, at least up to now: he would know about the effect a set of cloth-pegs had on the submissiveness of a young girl!

Frank was eager to see the rest of me too and he was popping the button and pulling the zipper, he had a hard time to peel the tight pants over my bubble butt and down to my knees, but as soon as he had spotted my cheeky red knickers he was laughing again! I didn't help him but didn't struggle either: struggling was the ultimate aphrodisiac for kidnappers, a willing victim was probably boring and discarded sooner or later - at least I was hoping so! Trevor had always ripped my panties to shreds when he had been horny, but Frank was different: he shrugged the off and the top too, and when I was completely naked he said: »I haven't seen something that sweet for a long time, Sue, I'm glad to have met you!« After he had finished to strip me down he was starting the car again and drove off, whistling a sweet tune and smiling at me through the rearview mirror - he was certainly a lucky guy to have met me after years in Gallows Prison, where masturbation was forbidden and the only female was Mother Mary's statue in the chapel!

»You know, Sue!«, he was starting the monologue again, »I had been dreaming a lot about you lately: your silky blond hair and your sky-blue eyes, about you pouting red lips and the freckles on your nose - and I don't think it a coincidence, that we have met here!« But he made it quite clear, that I had put him into an extremely awkward situation, that he couldn't possibly let me run away to the police - and only after I had convinced him, that this had been a silly joke he placed his hand on my sex and said: »You're not screaming and not kicking, Sue, I get the idea, that you're open for an adventure and that you love to be naked!« And with that comment he was right on the spot again: Trevor had made me well aware, that I had a most desirable body and had said, that any man who wouldn't rape me was a coward! My school friend Molly had once stated, that all girls were attracted to rough boys, and she wasn't too wrong with that: the stupid feeling I had, that I was missing the bastard Trevor was driving me absolutely crazy!