Lisa gripped the steering wheel tighter as the engine sputtered and died, leaving her sedan dead in the middle of nowhere. The remote highway stretched endlessly in both directions, flanked by dense woods and not a single sign of civilization. She was over 100 miles from the nearest town, her phone barely catching a signal. This out-of-state business trip was a nightmare from the start—the airline had been fully booked, forcing her to drive if she wanted to keep her high-powered lawyer job. As a wife and mom, she couldn’t afford to lose it, not with the mortgage and kids’ tuition looming.

She stepped out, her professional attire clinging to her curvy frame in the humid evening air. Black hair cascaded over her shoulders, brown eyes scanning the horizon with frustration. Her skirt hugged her curvy hips, the thin fabric of her blouse doing little to hide the swell of her huge DD tits. High heels clicked against the asphalt as she paced, already feeling the strain of the long drive. To get comfortable earlier, she’d slipped off her panties and bra in a roadside pullout, the freedom making her nipples harden against the sheer material. It felt liberating, a small rebellion against the day’s stress, her large areolas pressing visibly through the blouse.

Digging out her phone, she called roadside service, her voice steady despite the isolation. ‘Yes, it’s broken down. Please send someone quick.’ The dispatcher promised a tow truck within the hour. Lisa leaned against the car, arms crossed under her heavy breasts, lifting them slightly as she waited.

The rumble of the truck’s engine broke the silence first, headlights piercing the dusk. The driver pulled up, a burly man in grease-stained overalls, his eyes locking onto her immediately. He was rough around the edges, stubble shadowing his jaw, a predatory glint in his gaze as he took in her form—the way her skirt rode up her thick thighs, the outline of her unbound tits straining the blouse ‘Evening, ma’am Name’s Jack. Looks like you’re in a bind.’

Lisa explained the situation, her tone professional. Jack popped the hood, tinkering briefly before shaking his head. ‘Engine’s seized. Can’t fix it tonight—parts are back at the shop, over an hour away nearest motels even farther. But my place is just off this road, got a spare room. You can crash there; I’ll get you sorted by morning.’

She hesitated, glancing at the empty highway. No options, really. ‘Alright, thanks. I appreciate it.’ Jack hooked her car to the flatbed, his muscles flexing as he worked, stealing glances at her curves. As they drove to his isolated cabin, hidden deep in the woods, his mind raced with darker thoughts. She was a knockout—those massive tits bouncing with every bump, no bra to restrain them, her skirt hiking up to reveal smooth, bare skin. He’d seen enough stranded women to know vulnerability when it walked right into his trap. Tonight, he’d make her his.

At the cabin, a rundown shack with creaky floors and dim lights, Jack showed her to a small bedroom. ‘Make yourself at home. I’ll whip up some coffee.’ Lisa kicked off her heels, sighing in relief as she sank onto the bed. The drive had left her exhausted, her body aching. She freshened up in the tiny bathroom, splashing water on her face, unaware of Jack in the kitchen spiking the coffee with a strong sedative from his stash—enough to knock her out cold for hours.

He brought the mug to her, his smile disarming. ‘Here, warm you up.’ Lisa took it gratefully, sipping the bitter brew as they chatted about her trip the job pressure, the family back home. Jack nodded, eyes devouring the way her nipples poked through the thin blouse, her curvy legs crossed casually, no panties beneath that skirt. The drug hit fast—her eyelids grew heavy, words slurring. ‘I feel ... dizzy.’ She slumped back, the mug tumbling from her fingers.

Jack waited, pulse pounding with anticipation, until her breathing deepened into unconsciousness. He locked the door, stripping off his overalls to reveal his hardening cock, thick and veined from the thrill. Approaching the bed, he peeled away her blouse first, gasping at the sight of her enormous DD tits spilling free. They were heavy, pendulous, with wide, dark areolas that begged to be sucked. He groped them roughly, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, squeezing until faint bruises bloomed on her pale skin.

Her skirt came next, hiked up and yanked off, confirming his suspicion—no underwear. Her pussy was exposed, trimmed black curls framing plump lips already glistening faintly from the day’s subtle arousal. Jack spread her thighs wide, the curvy lawyer helpless before him. He dove in, tongue lashing her folds, tasting her sweetness as he forced her legs apart. She didn’t stir, body limp, but her core responded instinctively, juices coating his chin.

Groaning, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing against her entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside, her tight heat enveloping him despite the drugged haze. He pounded into her relentlessly, hips slamming against her curves, tits jiggling wildly with each impact. The sensation was intoxicating—her walls clenching around him, milking his shaft as he ravaged her. He mauled her breasts, pinching the large areolas, biting down on a nipple hard enough to draw a whimper from her unconscious lips.

Sweat dripped from his brow as he flipped her onto her stomach, ass up, her round cheeks parting to reveal her puckered hole. He spat on it, rubbing his cockhead before pushing in, the tight ring resisting then yielding to his girth. Lisa’s body jerked slightly, but she remained out, allowing him to fuck her ass raw, the friction building his climax. He alternated holes, slamming into her pussy then back to her rear, using her like a rag doll.

Finally, with a guttural roar, he pulled out and straddled her chest, jerking his cock over those massive tits. Hot ropes of cum splattered across her skin, pooling in the valley between them, dripping onto her large areolas. He smeared it in, marking her as his conquest.

Panting, Jack cleaned up just enough to cover his tracks, redressing her loosely before slipping out. By morning, the sedative would wear off; leaving her confused and sore, but he’d play the concerned host. Her car would be ‘fixed,’ and she’d drive away none the wiser—or so he’d let her think. For now, he savored the memory of breaking the sexy lawyer, her body forever etched in his twisted desires.

- Lisa stirred awake as sunlight filtered through the grimy cabin window, her body humming with an odd mix of vitality and ache. She stretched languidly, sheets tangling around her legs, but a sharp twinge shot through her core, making her wince. Her pussy throbbed, swollen and tender, the kind of raw burn she remembered from her wild college days—nights blurred by endless pounding, lovers grinding into her until dawn. Lower still, her ass clenched involuntarily, a deep, invasive soreness radiating from within, like something thick and unyielding had stretched her wide open. And her tits ... god, they felt mauled, heavy globes aching from rough handling, nipples chafed and sensitive even to the brush of fabric.

She sat up slowly, black hair tousled across her shoulders, brown eyes blinking away the fog. The room spun faintly, remnants of last night’s drowsiness clinging like a bad hangover. Jack’s coffee—had it been that strong? Her mind replayed fragments: his easy smile the warmth of the mug, then nothing but black. Did he ... no, that was ridiculous. She was a married woman, a professional. But the evidence pulsed between her thighs. Slipping a hand under the skirt she’d slept in, her fingers came away slick, coated in a thick, sticky residue that smelled musky, foreign. Her folds were drenched, not just her own juices but something warmer, creamier, leaking from deep inside. Was it wet dream? The thought sent a flush through her, her body betraying her with a reluctant spark of heat. She felt oddly relaxed; satisfied in a way she hadn’t in years, despite the bruises blooming across her pale skin.

Shaking it off, Lisa freshened up, splashing cold water on her face, trying to ignore how her huge DD tits jiggled freely, large areolas darkened from whatever phantom touches haunted her sleep. Dressed in her rumpled blouse and skirt—no time to rummage for her bra and panties, still tucked away in the car—she stepped into the main room. Jack was at the stove, flipping eggs, his broad back to her ‘Morning, sleepyhead. Sleep alright?’

‘Yeah, just ... out like a light.’ She forced a smile, easing into a chair, thighs pressing together to soothe the ache. He slid a plate her way, casual as ever, but his eyes flicked over her curves, lingering on the way her blouse strained against her unbound chest.

As they ate, he dropped the bomb ‘Bad news on the car Supplier’s delayed—parts won’t be in till tomorrow evening at earliest. Another full day, I’m afraid.’ Lisa’s stomach knotted. She had a week for this trip, buffer time before the big meeting that could seal her promotion, but every hour here chipped away at her edge still, no alternatives in this godforsaken stretch of woods.