Stuck

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What happens when you get stuck?
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Updated 10/31/2022
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Ashson
Ashson
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Have you ever been in that position where you've got stuck and you've got to rely on the kindness of strangers to get you out? It happened to me recently. And I'd like to say that not all strangers are overflowing with the milk of human kindness.

It was a really nice day, after a week of heavy rain. I was feeling distinctly cooped up and decided to go for a drive in the country. I wasn't going anywhere in particular. I could see the mountains in the distance and thought that the air was so clear I'd probably get a magnificent view from the lookout, so I headed in that direction.

I reached the parking area at the bottom of the trail to the lookout and pulled in. The ground was really mucky from all that rain but I'd thought of that and brought along a pair of gumboots to wear. I put them on and then sloshed through the mud to the trail and started up.

I didn't even make it a hundred yards. The path was pure sludge, a gooey greasy sort of clay, and if I hadn't been holding the hand rail I'd have been sitting in that muck. The condition of the trail explained the empty parking area. No-one but me was silly enough to come here immediately after all that rain.

So I turned around and slipped and slithered back down the trail towards my car. When I reached it, it seemed to me that my car was smaller than normal. Standing back and looking at it I found that the wheels had sunk several inches into the surface.

Shrugging, I got in the car, started the engine and reversed out and didn't move an inch. The wheels just spun on the spot, sending gouts of mud flying everywhere. When I got out of the car to take a look at the situation I found all I'd done was sink the car deeper.

I reached for my phone to call for help and found I had no signal. No towers nearby, apparently. Grumbling to myself I sloshed my way to the road and waited for a car to come by so I could flag them down and get some assistance.

And waited. And waited some more. The road was just not in use. It slowly dawned on me that the reason the road was not in use was because it finished being a sealed road at about the point I was standing and became a dirt road. Rather, a mud road. There would be few, if any, cars travelling along it.

There was nothing I could do but wait, and eventually I struck it lucky. A whacking great 4WD came down the mountain, cruising easily over the muddy road. I flagged him down and he pulled over and this huge redneck came climbing out of the cabin.

"You got a problem, little lady," he asked.

"Ah, yes," I admitted. "My car is stuck in the parking area and I was hoping you could give me a tow out onto the road."

He looked at me, looked over at my car, smirked, the arrogant sod, and then looked up and behind me at something and then looked back at me.

I turned to look at what was behind me and for the first time noticed the sign posted there. Among other things, it warned people not to park for the time being as the area had to be resurfaced.

So I hadn't seen the sign. So shoot me. It was a bit late now.

"I'm Silas," the red-neck said, "and I have heard it said that stupidity is its own reward. Unfortunate for you, but all right by me. I can get you out easy enough with a slight helping hand from you."

I was all smiles. Home, here I come.

"OK," I almost sang. "What do I have to do?"

"Well, I'll stay parked on the road and hook on my tow rope and just winch you out of there. While I'm doing that I just want you to stay out of the way."

I nodded. Staying out of the way I could do with no problems.

"However, before I do that I want my payment for service rendered," he continued. "So I'll get you to drop your panties and lean over the seat of your car."

"What?" I asked.

Silas frowned.

"You deaf?" he asked. "I want you to drop your panties and lean over the seat of your car."

"Are you crazy?" I asked him. "Do you expect me to have sex with you just to get you to pull my car out?"

"Yes," he said.

"I won't do it," I protested, "and you can't make me."

"No intention of making you," he said. "Goodbye. Someone else may come along, if you're lucky."

The son-of-a-bitch turned around and started walking back to his car. He was going to just go and leave me stranded and night was approaching. I could be stuck all night.

"Wait," I said. "Can't we discuss this?"

I was desperate enough that I'd probably give him a blow job if he asked.

He just glanced around at me, said "No" and continued walking.

I panicked. There was no way I could stand being stuck up here all night.

"OK, I'll do it," I said. "Please."

He stopped and came strolling back towards me.

"Thought you might see it my way," he said and walked with me over to where my car waited.

The car was unlocked and he just opened the back door and indicated that it was my move. I just gave him a look, realised I was stuck and bent over and leaned into the car, hands braced on the back seat.

"You were supposed to drop your panties first," rumbled Silas. "Would you like me to do that for you?"

"Yes, please," I said through gritted teeth.

Silas promptly pushed my skirt up out of his way and pulled down my panties.

"You do understand that I'm now going to fuck you," he asked, and I nodded.

"I didn't hear that," he growled and I gave a hasty "Yes."

"Just so we're all on the same page," he said, and his hand landed on my pussy and started working it.

It wasn't rape, as I was agreeing, but in my opinion it wasn't far off. Silas was taking unconscionable advantage of my situation, and all I could do was bend over and take it up the. . .

And take it I did. I felt Silas spreading my lips and then I'll swear my eyes must have popped when he invaded me. He just pushed firmly home and if I couldn't react in time to take him, bad luck for me. He felt huge and I must have squealed like a stuck pig.

Silas just laughed. He gave me a slap on the bottom and told me not to worry. I'd taken him fine and everything's sweet.

For him maybe. I was suddenly full of cock that I didn't want and it was starting to play. Silas pulled back and came banging straight back in as though sucked in by a vacuum. The rate at which he started to pump me I wouldn't have been surprised if he was creating a vacuum when he pulled back.

Now I'm not claiming to be a blushing virgin or to be wildly experienced, but I have known a cock or two in my time. What I haven't known before was a man who started of his sex full bore and then just seemed to get faster.

Silas was moving in me so fast I was afraid I'd get friction burns, and I can assure you he was generating a lot of heat. I was squealing with every thrust he made and the fires inside me were just exploding into being. I'd never known that a man could make you so hot, so fast, and still keep going, getting faster and faster. The way Silas was pounding into me you'd think he was trying out for the Olympics and determined to get there first.

Silas didn't slow down for a breather the entire time he was in me. He wanted sex and he was taking his sex. Anything I wanted was irrelevant to his mind and he just repeatedly rammed into me, taking his pleasure.

That frenetic pounding was turning my insides to jelly. I was just dissolving around his cock, my flesh turning liquid and feeding the flames inside me and they were mounting at a horrifying rate. The only other time I'd felt anything like this hot down there was immediately before a climax, but this didn't seem to be about to occur.

Silas just took me, and took me, and took me, while I squealed and writhed under him, expecting to be the first woman to spontaneously combust during sex.

Then I did seem to catch fire and I was screaming and Silas was spraying fuel onto my fires, causing me to burn even hotter, and I don't really remember much else.

The next thing I really knew was when I got a slap on the bottom and Silas was telling me to shift my arse. I staggered out of the car, trying to hitch up my panties as I moved, to find that Silas had already hooked my car to his winch.

I stood and watched and he engaged the winch and just yanked my car out of the mud and over onto the road. Silas then unhooked his winch, gave me a wave and drove off. I staggered over to my car, got in and headed for home. I was seriously considering putting an icepack on my pussy to try to cool it down.

Isn't it wonderful how mountain people are so friendly and helpful, eager to lend a hand with no thought of recompense?

- - -

Have I ever been stuck? I'll say I have. It was a ridiculous situation. I'd just arrived home and got out of my car. I flicked the door closed as I got out, as you do. Now it was a breezy day and I was wearing a flirty skirt. Catch the drift?

Just as I swung the door closed behind me a gust of wind puffed up my skirt. That's the trouble with that sort of skirt. Being short and loose the wind likes to embarrass you.

Now my car's an old banger and the door is hard to close so I gave it a good hard push when I flicked it closed. My skirt puffed up, got snagged by the door and I got dragged back against the door as it closed, my weight being enough to really push the door home. And, mind you, I'd set the lock before I swung the door closed so I needed the key to unlock it.

So why didn't I just unlock the door? Because when I got jerked backwards by the door catching my skirt I dropped the keys, and I couldn't reach them. And while I was quite willing to wriggle out of my skirt and pick up the keys, I couldn't. The door had jerked my skirt up around my waist and half the material was jammed in the door. I couldn't take the stupid thing off.

I was effectively pinned to the side of the car with most of my charms on display, protected by a very skimpy pair of panties. It was a case of thank god I was out of view of the street. I'd have to wait until my mother or father got home and released me.

Then I heard this whistling from over the fence. A very tuneless whistling. It was Jason. I had an odd relationship with Jason. Sometimes we were friends, other times we couldn't stand each other. We'd never actually been boyfriend/girlfriend, just friends.

And he was just the other side of the fence.

"Jason," I yelled.

The whistling stopped and his head popped up over the fence.

"You rang?" he intoned.

"I'm stuck. Can you come and get me loose."

Jason laughed and said he'd be there right away. Right away was right. He jumped the fence and sauntered around to see what the problem was.

He liked what he saw, too. He smirked at me, me standing there in skimpy panties, and wiggled his eyebrows.

"What happened?" he asked.

I explained about the door catching my dress and his smirk just grew bigger.

"Why not just unlock the door?" he asked, and I looked pointedly at the keys lying on the ground next to him.

He nodded, trying to look wise and knowing.

"A classic catch-22," he said. "You need the keys to let you get free to get the keys."

"Can you please open the door or give me the keys so I can open the door?" I asked, frustrated that I had to actually ask him to do it.

"But I'm seeing a side of you I've never seen before," he said, "and it's a lovely view. I want to see more of it."

"Forget it, Jason. Just get me loose."

The swine moved closer and ran a finger lightly over my panties.

"Very nice," he said.

Then he rubbed me even harder, while I yelled at him.

"Very, very nice," he told me, and then next thing I knew he was pulling my panties down.

"Jason," I wailed, and he laughed at me, his hand busy stroking my pussy, massaging and teasing.

"I'm going to kill you for this," I snarled at him, and he just grinned.

"I've got you at a disadvantage I never expected," he said, and to my relief he stepped back and stopped stroking me.

My relief didn't last long. He deliberately pulled down his zip and brought out his erection. I'd seen erections before and his was every bit as good as any I'd seen.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off him.

"Jason, you wouldn't," I wailed, but very much afraid that he would.

He was smiling as he came closer to me. I wasn't a virgin and I'm pretty sure Jason knew it. I was shaking my head and he was smiling and nodding.

Standing right in front of me he reached down and started stroking me again.

"Move your legs further apart," he said softly, and I just gulped and did as I was told.

His cock started rubbing against my pussy, sliding between my legs and I could feel it rasping against my lips. Excitement was curling my tummy and I was starting to sweat. Then he pressed upward into my slit and my lips just yielded without a struggle, letting him in.

Jason didn't muck around. He pushed firmly into me, forcing his way steadily and firmly deep inside me. His hands came around to hold my bottom, helping to pull me firmly onto his cock.

I was just clutching his shirt and hanging onto him, not quite believing that he was doing this.

As soon as he was in me, Jason started pushing up my top. When he'd pushed it above my bra he left it, took hold of my bra and slowly pushed it up over my breasts until they popped free.

I was watching him and he was watching my breasts, fascinated. His hands came up and cupped them and his thumbs started rolling my nipples around and they hardened on the spot.

Jason then switched to looking at me and I could feel him starting to move inside me. I couldn't help myself. I just gave this little groan and started pushing back against him, enjoying the sensation of Jason, my old sparring partner, demonstrating his current mastery of me.

There was no sense of a frantic rush being required. There was no-one around to disturb us and Jason just took his pleasure of me while pleasuring me at the same time.

Jason pushed into me and I pushed back against him, our rhythm seemingly perfect from the first motion. Our speed increased, but only slowly, just a steady progression as we moved towards a preordained end.

Even though we were progressing slowly, we were definitely progressing. It didn't seem all that long before Jason was slamming into me hard and fast and I was gasping and squealing and pushing just as hard and fast, meeting his every thrust.

I could feel the end approaching and Jason was kissing me and his hands were tormenting my breasts and his cock was driving me mad with lust and I was banging against him and then he was spraying me and I just latched onto his cock and tried to milk him dry.

When I came down from my high Jason was still there and still inside me. He was smiling at me and I couldn't help but smile back. It had been rather good, if unwanted and unexpected.

"Um, the keys," I suggested.

The rotten swine just smirked at me, reached through the open window, and unlatched the door. I couldn't believe it. The fucking window was open and I'd stood there like an idiot, not seeing it. It might have been behind me but I should at least have checked.

I glared at him and he just laughed at me. Then he was disengaging and I felt a sense of loss as I felt him pulling out.

"There will be a charge for my services," Jason whispered. "I'll see you tomorrow and start collecting on it."

"The hell you will," I said, snatching my skirt away from the door and grabbing for my keys.

Jason was walking away laughing as I rushed into the house, and I had a nasty feeling that he'd be waiting for me when I got home from work the next day and that I wouldn't be able to stop him from collecting a payment.

- - -

Ever been stuck in an odd way or position? Well, not me personally, but I did come across such a situation once. At a hardware store, of all places.

I was there to get some insulation and I was prowling around the shelves checking out the prices when I heard this odd squeaking. Being a natural curious person I looked around to see what was making the noise. It sounded like a muffled yell.

I finally stuck my head through the service door on the back wall and the sound was a little clearer. So I walked into an employee only area. Big deal. The area was an additional stockroom with shelves piled high with all sorts of stuff. Glancing down the rows I saw a pair of legs vanishing into the shelves.

I don't mean they were in the act of climbing into the shelves. Whoever was there was bent over and jammed into the shelves with just their legs and bottom showing. And quite a nice little bottom it was, too. Whoever it was, was wriggling, and I could hear muffled shouting so I ambled over to see what was wrong.

When I got there I could see that this young woman had been reaching in amongst the shelves, trying to get something that was wedged at the back of the shelf. Now what I could see, that she couldn't, was the fact that there was this sturdy little hook hanging down from the shelf above her. When she'd pushed her way into the shelf the hook had slid under her belt and when she'd tried to back out she found herself literally on the hook.

All she knew was that she was caught. She couldn't move in any direction, no matter how she wriggled. All the stock surrounding her on the shelves was muffling her yells. It was only chance and excellent hearing that had led me to her.

It was obvious to me that there was only one thing I could do. I lifted her uniform tunic away from that pretty little bottom so that I could get a better look. That started some more squealing so I slapped her bottom and told her to hush up. She gave a startled squeak, but she did hush up.

Sort of.

"Will you please get me out of here," she asked. "I'm stuck. I'm caught on something."

"I can see that," I said. "I'll help you in a moment. Right now I'm busy."

Busy admiring her bottom. It was round and soft, covered by white cotton panties. Not for long though. They peeled down very easily, and her bottom was now round and soft and bare.

She, whoever she was, was bitterly protesting the removal of her panties, and her whining went up a notch when I started stroking her mound. She seemed to be taking a deep breath prior to screaming but I gave her bottom another sharp tap.

"Don't bother screaming," I told her. "This room and the stock effectively muffle your voice. No-one is going to hear you except me and it will annoy me. And if I'm annoyed, your bottom gets smacked."

I gave her another sharp rap to drive the point home.

Then I got down to serious business. I patted her pussy. Massaged her mound. Rubbed along her lips and lightly scratched along the length of her slit.

She squeaked and squealed and wriggled and reacted, reluctantly, maybe, but reacted. I could see her lips pursing slightly, separating, preparing for an expected invasion. And seeing she was prepared I thought it would be wrong to disappoint her.

I moved her lips a little further apart and then lightly touched my erection to her. She said a bad word and I pushed past her lips. She said another bad word and I pushed in a little further. It was a bit of a game for me. Every time she swore I'd push in a little further. I think she caught on in the end, but by then it was way too late. She had a pussy full of cock that was raring to go.

I took my time, just making a gentle rocking movement to start with, letting her get used to what was about to happen. She was stubborn. I had to keep going for three or four minutes with that gentle rocking before she gave a groan and started rocking with me.

Now that she had joined the action I slowly increased the length of my stroke, pulling slightly further back with every movement and driving in a little harder with each thrust. Fairly soon I was giving her what for, ramming home with gay abandon, while she squealed and bucked beneath me, apparently happy to take everything I was offering.

Ashson
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