We’d pulled off to a rest area on I-25 to get out and stretch a little. I was looking for a candy bar and Cat had gone around the corner to look at the maps and displays.
My head snapped around as I heard Cat’s voice raised in alarm and then suddenly go silent. I started looking for her, going around the building. I was passing a doorway to a maintenance room when I heard a small thump inside the room. I stopped and listened. I could hear a voice but couldn’t understand the words. I was about to put my ear to the door when there was another short scream, immediately cut off. That was all it took. Out of the corning of my eye I saw another man running toward me from across the grassy space but he was all of 30 or 40 feet away.
I tried the doorknob. Locked. My shoulder hit the door but although it moved a little, it didn’t give. I rammed the door again and this time it opened, flying back to hit the wall of the room with a loud bang.
I saw man holding Cat to the back wall of the room with one hand to her throat. His other hand held a knife and he looked at me wildly.
“Stay away or I’ll cut her!” he screamed.
Seemed like he wanted to talk or something, but I wasn’t in the mood. I grabbed the first thing to hand, a mostly-empty paint bucket off a stack of them and threw it at his head. He ducked, but that made him lose his grip on Cat’s neck. She immediately went to the floor and off to one side, and that was all the room I needed.
With Cat gone from his grasp, he squared around to face me, holding his knife at chest level. As I crossed the 5 or 6 feet between us, he pulled his arm back slightly to take a swing at me with the blade. I was already almost on him as he started the slash, so I brought my right hand up to grab the knife wrist and stepped inside his arm and turned my back to him. I powered backwards to slam him against the wall, twisting his knife wrist far enough to make him drop it, spun back around and used the momentum to throw him out the door where he hit the railing, flipped over and dropped onto the grass. I was right behind him, jumping over the railing to land on his chest before he could recover, pinning his arms to his sides. His eyes were staring at me as he tried to draw a breath, and I pushed his head to one side and held it down with my left hand. He’d touched Cat in a way no woman should ever be touched by a man, and with a snarl through clenched teeth I cocked my other arm, getting ready to drive the hard knuckles of my right hand into his temple.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I heard running feet and yelling and then felt my striking arm being grabbed from behind as the man I’d seen across the grass arrived.
“Whoa, buddy, you don’t want to do that! Let the cops have him! Come on, that’s it, he’s not going anywhere.”
I slowly relaxed my arm, then let go of his head and the guy holding my arm helped me to my feet.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay on the ground, my friend.” he told the guy laying there.
He looked at me and said, “I already called the cops. They’ll be here shortly.” He turned to the guy on the ground. “You don’t go anywhere. You don’t even move.” By then, 3 or 4 more guys had shown up, all of them looking at the guy on the ground in none too friendly a fashion. He stayed where he was.
I could hear sirens not very far away, so I turned and hopped back over the railing to find Cat standing in the doorway to the maintenance room, eyes as big as dinner plates and shaking like a leaf.
“Cat. Honey, are you okay?”
She wrapped her arms around me and started talking a mile a minute.
“He grabbed me and pulled me and the door shut before I could do anything and then he put a knife to my throat and told me to be quiet and made me get back in the room and he was grabbing my shirt and trying to pull it off and I was so scared and I tried to scream but he choked me and told me to shut up and then you came and …”
I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her.
She buried her face in my chest and shook with the pent up fear, and then the dam burst. She sobbed while I held her tightly to me, kissing her hair and forehead while I rubbed her back and whispered reassurances to her.
About then four police cars came screaming into the parking lot. Two of the cops cuffed and picked the guy up off the ground and took him away. The other two started questioning the guys who’d been watching him. I heard a few of their comments, mostly from the one who’d grabbed my arm and stopped me from sending that guy to have what probably would have been a very short chat with his Maker.
“Yeah, that’s him,” he said, pointing at me. I couldn’t hear the cop’s questions but I could hear his answers. “Yeah, I saw the guy grab her and force her into the room.” “He came around and broke the door in.” “I don’t know, from the time he went through the door to the time the other guy came flying out of it was maybe five seconds, if that long.” “No, I could see in the door and he never hit the guy. Just threw him onto the grass and sat on him.”
Cat and I spent about half an hour telling the cops what happened, and then I thanked the guys who’d helped out, especially the one who stopped his story to the cops just short of what he’d seen me actually do.
Cat was still shaking as I led her back to the coach. I sat her down on the couch and got her a glass of water then sat next to her, putting my arm around her and drawing her in close.
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah. I was so scared. Thanks for coming to get me.”
“It’s one of my favorite hobbies. Rescuing damsels in distress.”
She laughed a little at that, which was all I was after, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. “My hero.”
I held her for a bit longer, then said, “Why don’t you go lay down for a bit and I’ll get us out of here?”
“No. Right now I don’t want to be anywhere you aren’t. I’ll sit up front with you.”
We took to the highway, driving some ways before it started getting dark. I was coming down hard from the day’s adrenaline rush and getting a little heavy-lidded. Got off the freeway and found a side of a side road where I could park the rig reasonably level and shut her down.
Cat had fallen asleep in the passenger chair some time ago, so I stood up, stretched, then undid her seatbelt and picked her up. I was too tired to mess with putting her in her own bed, so I plunked her down in mine, took off her shirt and shorts, then went and got that beat-up old t-shirt she loved to sleep in, got her in it and covered her up with the blanket. I got my shorts and shirt off, put my head on the pillow and I was gone.
I woke up the next morning with the most wonderfully relaxing feeling of my morning wood being serviced by a soft, wet and warm mouth. I lay there with my eyes closed, feeling Cat’s head moving up and down my shaft.
“Mmmmm,” I said, “I can’t think of any finer way to come out of a good night’s sleep.”
She laughed with my dick in her mouth, which caused a vibration that ran from the head, down the shaft and all the way to my balls which she held, gently rubbing and rolling in her little hand. I pushed the blanket back, revealing a mass of foamy black hair moving up and down as she sucked on my cock.
“Oh, sweetie, my head’s gonna blow right off if you keep that up.”
Her mouth came off and she licked the shaft a couple times, and then stroked it while she looked up at me.
“I’m gonna keep it up, and you go right ahead and blow.” She looked at me with lustful intent. “I’m gonna suck you dry.”
With that she went right back to work with even more enthusiasm since I was now awake.
Her mouth engulfed my stiff cock, and I sucked in a sharp gasp and tangled the fingers of one hand in her hair while I felt my rod go clear down her throat as she swallowed the whole length. She came back up, humming deeply as she did, making me shiver clear to my toes.
“Oh, baby, yeaahhhh”
I put my other hand on her head and, holding a handful of hair in each one, began to move her head for her, up and down on my cock. She put her hands down on each side of me and raised herself a little. She moved just slightly and now her full breasts were massaging my balls, her hard nipples scraping them and my legs as she moved her chest from side to side.
I pushed her head down all the way and felt my bone in her throat. I felt it constrict a little, so I pulled her back up to let her get some air. She inhaled a deep breath, and then grabbed my shaft with her hand, jacking it furiously.
“Give it to me. I want you to cum in my mouth.”
I pulled her head by her hair, forcing her to her hands and knees. I got to my knees and rammed my cock in her mouth, holding two handfuls of hair to guide her head.
I fucked her mouth. I slapped my balls on her chin. Her hand reached down between her legs and I could feel her body move as she rubbed and mashed her clit as she fingered her tight little pussy. I pulled her hair and ground her lips into my groin. I listened to her grunt while I pushed my cock all the way in and felt it expand her throat. I pulled her off and she took a deep, gasping breath and then opened her mouth for more. Watching her assault my dick made it feel like it was at least twice as hard and long.
I rammed it in her mouth again, face-fucking her and drawing my dick almost all the way out before sliding it down her throat again. I could feel my balls getting tight and my cock swelling as I stroked it in and out, and she began jerking as she suddenly screamed with my dick in her mouth and her whole body spasmed as she came hard.
Two more thrusts and I pushed my rod all the way down her throat. She reached both arms around and pulled my ass into her and I came hard, firing shot after shot of hot cum down her throat. She backed off just a little to catch the last couple of bursts, swirling her tongue around the head of my dick as she rolled my cum in her mouth.
“Mmmmm.” Her mouth came off my dick and she swallowed, then started in licking it clean. When she was done, she hugged my now not quite hard cock to her face, rubbing it with her cheek. I sat down on the bed and she looked up at me.
“Mouth or pussy, if you want to cum, you just take me. I don’t care where we are. I’ll suck you or fuck you or both, any time you want.”