Surrounded by forest sounds on a warm, early fall day, I crouched quietly watching the nest of a rare Ivory billed woodpecker. I had heard rumors that the bird had been spotted in this south-eastern Mississippi forest, not far from the tiny town of Brooklyn. I waited patiently as the late afternoon sun cast long, darkening shadows around me. My hiding spot was not more than twenty feet from a dirt forest service road and only a hundred yards or so from the main road. Binoculars hung around my neck and my digital camera, mounted on a swiveling tripod, was ready to capture the moment I saw the bird.

The sounds of the forest were abruptly silenced by the roar of a truck coming down the dirt road. I cursed silently, hoping the truck wouldn’t scare off the woodpecker and whoever they were, would just quickly move along. To my shock and horror, the truck stopped directly in front of me and the engine turned off. I hoped this wasn’t a hunter or some criminal deal about to go wrong.

I could clearly see the driver, craggy faced, short graying brown hair, short beard. He seemed to be talking to someone behind him in the rear seat. I caught movement in the back seat of the truck and quickly realized it was a woman. Before I knew it, the driver’s door flew up and the tall, thin, craggy-faced man leapt out and wrenched open the back door.

“I told you to wear pantyhose slut!” he growled menacingly. “Not garters and not stockings! Pantyhose! What did you not understand!”

My anger towards these unwanted interlopers, ruining my quest to capture the Ivory billed woodpecker, vanished in an instant. My small cock hardened as I realized that the woman in the back of the truck was about to get fucked and fucked hard.

I heard her whimper “I’m sorry daddy!”

She wore black, fishnet stockings, a mid thigh, flowing, flowery skirt, and a pale blue blouse, unbuttoned about mid way down her body. I could see flashes of a lacy, black bra when pulled her from the back seat. His body blocked my view of this goddess from the back seat. His body blocked my view, but I could tell she stood still facing him with her back against the side of the truck. One hand gripped her arm and it seemed that the other hand must be around her throat.

“This is not the first time you’ve disobeyed me this week, but it will be the last!” he thundered. He roughly turned her around and commanded her to put her hands on the side of the truck and step back slowly until he said stop. When he stepped to the side, I got my view of her long legs and wide hips. Hips made for grabbing onto while her pussy was fucked hard and rough. My cock ached and demanded release from my jeans.

“Stop” he snarled. I could see her body trembling slightly. Was it from fear? Anticipation? Lust? I could not tell.

He stalked angrily to his open driver’s door and picked up what appeared to be a wire coat hanger, stretched into the shape of a crop. The slap it made against his jean covered leg was frightening, I could only imagine the mark it would leave on bare flesh.

He pulled her flowered skirt up over her hips and leaned towards her. I remembered my camera and hurriedly looked at the screen and zoomed in. Her legs were spread wide apart, I could clearly see her pussy lips spread open, red and wet. I imagined her fingers teasing her pussy and sliding in and out while she sat in the back seat before they stopped almost in front of me. Her pale ass, begging to be spanked, was decorated with a few freckles. I pulled my hard cock from my jeans, the head already dripping with pre-cum.