Fetishdoll - Paula's Story

I have to say I love being nude, I don't really see myself as a nudist, but I love being nude. I guess I'm more of an exhibitionist than a nudist, but I really don't see how anyone can be anything else. I think the first person to wear clothes wasn't someone who was cold or needed protection, it was someone who wanted to turn someone else on by having something to take off! Just a pervert view of things.

One of the really cool things about being in a truck is that you are higher than everyone else and so as people flew by us in their cars, they didn't even know that a nekked girl sat right up above them! It was awesome! But every once in a while another truck would cruise up and they would instantly do a double take. One really obnoxious trucker slowed down and tried to keep pace with us so he could get a good look. He called us on the CB but Skeeter just told him to find his own little hot mama!
"Aw come on Skeet! You know she is enough to go round!" he said. I decided to give him a show and I crawled up on the seat and stuck my ass right in Skeeter's face and so the other trucker could get a good view. He blew his horn a few times and then Skeeter pushed me back on the seat.
"Hey! You tryin to get us in a wreck!" he yelled. "Listen, why don' chu put some clothes back on?"
"Why? You don't like someone being nekked in your truck?"
"Damn! I just figgered...well, I'm..."
"Stop stressing so much Skeet! It just feels really good, you should try it!"
"Hell naw! One thing you don' wanna see is my hairy ass ridin' down the road."
"You are probably right Skeet!" I said laughing, "but a nudist truck driver might get everyone's attention."
The other trucker finally gave up and road on. I sat back in the seat and closed my eyes. Wild moments of abandon are awesome when you give yourself up to them. I forgot about everything that had been happening, about the fact that I was off to God knows where, and that I didn't have any money, anywhere to live...
"Listen, I think a cop is gonna come up and sheet, you ain't even 18 is ya?"
"God Skeet, you are worse than a damn Grandma, I'm waaayyy over 18."
"Bullshit!"
"No, seriously, I just look young for my age, always have."
I looked down at Skeet's pants and said, "You know, you are going to need to do something about that thing, it's gonna put someone's eye out!", messing with him.
"Girl, you's about the teasin'st thing I ever known!" Skeet said, adjusting himself.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing."
"Got'damn, you is just lucky you got inta my truck. Hell, anyone dez other fuckers 'n youd be layin' on your back by now."
There was a look in Skeet's eyes that bothered me, made me suddenly very aware of just how crazy what I was doing was. I could see he was really getting turned on and even though I didn't really find him all that sexy, there was a thrill to it all!
"Hey, I think there's a stop up ahead bout three miles 'r so." he said.
"A stop? For what?"
"Get cleaned up a little. Figured you might need to do that."
"Yeah, I really do need to do something, god I'm..."
Suddenly Skeet's hand came down on my leg. I sat there, not sure what I was going to do about it. Part of me said, "Push it away! This dude is skanky and old!" but another part of me was saying, "Sure he is kinda plain and rednecky, but he's been really nice and you've been teasing him like crazy. You wouldn't have teased him if you didn't want something to happen." So I just sat there, looking out the window and pretending to not even notice his hand as it moved, slowly toward my crotch.
This was it, this was the moment I was going to have to do something if I wanted him to stop, if I wanted to keep something from happening. My mind screamed for me to push his hand away and put my clothes back on, but my body didn't listen, and I found myself opening my legs a little wider. But I still didn't look at him, I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see the face attached to that hand that was now moving down over my prickly little bush. I didn't want to know who was behind that finger that now slid down inside me. I was wet and my body was ready, more than ready! I was so horny! I was about to bust!
I closed my eyes as his callused fingers slid in and out of me. He started pushing a little too hard, it hurt and so I had to reach down and grab his hand and look at him.
"Stop Skeet! That hurts!"
He listened and started to go a little slower, but the mistake had already been made, I had looked at him. My GOD! I was naked in a truck with some redneck that I didn't know and letting him finger me! Was I insane?
"Stop Skeet."
"Why?"
"Cause I said so, that's why."
"You know, this is just plain cruel. Hell, why'd you go and get all nekked if'n you didn't want ta get it on?"
"God Skeet, you sound like a bad 70s movie or something."
"Fuck lil' girl! What du hell?!"
Skeet pulled his hand away and then pushed me hard against the door. I looked at him in shock that was quickly replaced with fear and... then anger.
"Who the hell do you think you are... pushing me?! I'm getting dressed and getting the fuck outta here."
"Oh yeah?!"
"YEAH!"
Suddenly Skeet grabbed my clothes off the floor of the truck and before I knew it, he had thrown the skirt out the window!
"What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Skeeter looked almost as shocked at the situation as I was at him doing that! "You said you wanted ta be nekked! I'm just helpin' you out!"
"Gemme that!" I screamed as I tried to wrestle the Tshirt outta his hands. Skeeter was too strong and he violently ripped the shirt out of my hands and tossed it out the window!
"Are you fucking insane?! Those were my clothes!"
"Me insane? Shit girl, you are the one gettin' nekked and teasin' me and you are lucky I'm only tossin' your clothes out!"
"Goddamn it! Pull over right now!"
Skeet looked at me and looked out the window and said, "We's here at the rest stop anyway, if'n you want to, you can run back up the road and get chor damn clothes!"
"What! You are outta your fucking mind!" I was so frustrated and so angry all I could do was cross my arms and curl up in the seat. Then I remembered the blood stained dress that was in my backpack and I looked to it and Skeet followed my gaze.
"What? You want to put back on that dress? I thought you liked bein' nekked?"
"You are fucking weird! Some weird god damn freaky sicko pervert! What in the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Now if dat ain't da pot callin' da kettle black!"
"What? You sayin' I'm weird?"
"Girl, you put the W in weird!"
I looked out the window and there was no way I was going to walk all that way to the clothes that were probably floating down the highway. But I guess I could put my dress back on and then grab my pack and walk up the highway...but then would Skeet wait for me? Would I be able to...
Suddenly Skeet's hands were on my breasts, rubbing hard, too hard. His breath was at my neck and he was trying to kiss me, trying to get me turned on like before.
"Come on, just give me a little and I'll go back and get dem clothes for ya. I promise."
"What?! Fuck you to get you to go get my clothes? You've got to be kidding!"
"Damn, it ain't like I don' know you want some. Hell, you been rubbin' your pussy in my face for the last half hour!"
"Skeet! Get the hell off me!"
His hands didn't move and he was trying very hard to get his tongue down my throat. He was laughing as I pushed him away and I think he thought I was playing with him, joking around or something? He sort of tried to swing his leg over mine, trying to pin me down and I guess keep on trying to kiss me and molest me. Since I couldn't fight him, or over power him, I decided to see what would happen if I just stopped moving. I didn't really get the feeling that he wanted to rape me, only that he wanted me to give in, get tired of fighting and finally screw him. I'm guessing that he had gotten into a lot of women's pants that way.
Sad.
So I lay there, his hands kneeding my breasts and moving up and down my stomach, between my legs, his fingers inside me, it was so lame. I lay there dead as stump and he kept right on kissing me, caressing me, and then his hands went down to his buckle and he started to make a move to pull his dick out! The poor sad fuck was going to try to have sex with me even if all I did was lay there!
Some men are so pathetically sad.
"Skeet?" I whispered softly.
It took him a minute to come back to reality, to check to make sure I had actually spoken. A part of me wondered if maybe he was disappointed that the body now had a life again?
"If we are gonna have sex, can I do something? You know, something kinky?"
His eyes lit up just like I had hoped they would.
"Like what?" He asked breathing really hard. The poor bastard sounded like he had been running a race. Hell, I imagine his women must not expect too much from him if he is out of breath just trying to get his dick outta his pants.
"Well, do you have any rope or something like that?"
"What! You want I should tie you up?!" He said excited.
"Hmmm..." I said licking my lips, "something like that."
He kneeled there for a second thinking and then he said, "I think I got some twine in the backa tha truck. Wait here and I'll go get it!"
With Skeet gone I realized I had the perfect opportunity to bolt! But where too? I didn't know where I was. I didn't see a single car in the parking lot to this rest stop and who knows who might pick me up next? Man I sure do get myself into some stupid shit sometimes. So instead of taking off, I just waited and let Skeet come back and he was all ready to tie me up. He started to get around the back of my seat before I had even said anything.
"Skeet, I was thinking maybe you would let me tie YOU up?"
Skeet looked at me and his faced soured, "Wha? You think I'm stupid? Why you wanna tie me up? So you can steal my truck? Girl I don't think you'd even be able to get it outta the lot."
He was right, I hadn't really thought this through, I was just trying to think of something that would get me away from him. This wasn't working out and I didn't know what I was going to do.
"Ok, but if I let you tie me up will you promise not to put it inside me?"
"What? I got condoms."
"No Skeet, I'm serious, I think it's just too early, maybe let's get to know each other better, you know?"
"So you want me to tie you up and do what?"
"Come on Skeet, let's just not do this, can we just get back on the road?"
Skeet looked at me and then said, "Listen, I ain't gonna do nothin' you don' want me ta do, but you don' got me as hard as a steel pole in winter." and he pulled my hand behind the seat. As the twine went around my wrists I felt the fear flow over me like a slow burn. I was both cold and hot at the same time, my lip started to quiver and I dared not move. He wrapped my wrists until they started to hurt.
"No, that's too tight!"
He loosened it a bit but still I was afraid...and also...a little excited by what might happen next. Something inside me screamed for me to run, that he was raping me and yet it was exciting too. But my mind was also thinking of how I could get away. Skeet tied my hands together but he didn't tie them to anything. I felt some hope for escape as soon as I realized that was all he was going to do. Then he pulled his thick cock out from inside his zipper, letting it flop out. It started to rise and he immediately started to poke it in my face.
"You don't have to just shove it in my face you know!" I said angrily.
"But I want you to suck it." He said boyishly.
"Then why don't you let me watch you stroke it for a little bit?"
"You are just trying to get me to want to stop. Now you said you was gonna do this and then I'll go get chor damn clothes back."
"So let me see it get hard, I don't want you to.." but I didn't get the chance to finish because he grabbed me by the top of the head and shoved my face into his growing member. It was thick and smelled of something squid-like. I took it in my mouth and started to try to fight the urge to hurl all over him and it. Then I wondered what would happen if I did hurl on him? Would he even care? Would he even stop?
Men.
He started to pump it into my mouth, shoving it hard and I contemplated biting down. Then his fingers started to rub my shoulders, my breasts. I couldn't see his face anymore, all I knew was the sound of his groans and the thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I let him do what he wanted, I gave in and he loved it. He started to groan louder and he pinched my little nipple way too hard, pulling my nipple ring to the side. It felt like the damn thing was being ripped out!
I pulled away from his shaft and started to run my tongue up and down it and he continued to pump, pump, pump. It was almost comical the way he just humped away like a dog. Nothing about his actions turned me on and I really started to hate him. Then he started to cum. It covered my cheek and ran down my stomach and all over my breast. He moaned and grunted and when he was done, he fell back into his seat and didn't look at me.
"Can you untie me now?"
"Wha? Oh yeah, in just a minute."
He was panting and heaving like a damn marathon runner. It was sad, he was sad, and his slime was running all down my stomach and rolling toward my crotch. I had to lift up to try to make it run off to the side. This amused Skeeter and he shook his head and rolled his eyes as he pulled up his zipper and sat up in the seat. He turned the key and started up the truck.
"What? Untie me! You got what you wanted you fucking rapist!"
"Oh, now don't you go trying to call rape on my ass! You know that you wanted that! Hell, you practically begged me to tie you up!"
"Whatever fucker! Just untie me and let me get my clothes, this joyride is over!"
The truck lurched to life and we started back on the road to get back out on the highway!
"What the hell? You said you were going to get my clothes!"
"I am, I gotta drive around the highway to get 'em."

A few minutes later we were back at the spot in the highway were he had thrown my clothes out. We didn't see anything for a while and then I saw a blue color down by the edge of the road. I pulled my arms over the seat and slid them under me until my hands were in front of me. Then I turned to Skeeter, "Untie me so I can go get my skirt."
"Go get your skirt"
"Untie me!"
He just smiled.
"God! I fucking hate you!"
I got out and started to walk nude as fast as I could toward my skirt. Suddenly the truck lurched to life!
"What! Where the hell! SKEETER! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
I ran and grabbed the skirt and watched as the truck drove back into the lane and off down the highway! I ran as fast as I could and tried to catch the truck. But he was already in second gear by the time I was able to catch up to him and I just slammed my fists against the truck and hurt my hands. Then my bookbag came out the window and the truck lurched forward and I backed away. Now, alone, hands tied, and cum drying on my stomach, I put on the skirt and started to walk down the highway.