“I’m going out for a walk!” I said, grabbing my grey knit cardigan, quickly wrapping myself inside its warmth.
Within a few steps, I climbed the stairs from my basement room and headed to the right, to the garage. I closed the door behind me and made my way outside the garage, taking in the crisp, clean morning Canadian air. Down the driveway led to the street. Turning left onto the street, I glanced around nervously, for waiting me was someone my loins yearned for.
After a few short moments of walking, I reached another crossroads and turned left. My cheeks betrayed my anxiety as I felt a giant grin sneak across my face, locating the vehicle I was to meet him in. Within seconds, I was at the door, my fingers trembling as I pulled open the Kia Rio sedan in front of me.
“Hello there!” I squeaked, scooting my way into the front seat.
Sitting in front of me was a rugged young man in his early 30s. His eyes glinted with lust and youth. Though he gripped the steering wheel, I could tell his hands were shaking with nervousness with a quick glance. My smile faded and I found myself staring at him, mesmerized by his very essence.
“Oh,” he breathed, his face changing from nervous to in awe.
“Is everything okay?” I asked quickly, suddenly very self-conscious of the clothes I had worn.
“Yes! You’re just...” he paused. “More beautiful than I expected.”
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, the burning sensation creeping downward as my pussy twitched, aching for him. There was a short silence before he pulled away from the curb, driving off and out of the neighbourhood. Even though inhabited a rural area, the highway was never far. And from the highway, several spots where we could wander off into the forest.
“Take off your panties.” he commanded.
“What?” I replied, shocked.
“Now.”
“Y-yes, daddy,” I nodded, hoisting up my ankle-length black skirt to my thighs.
With a swift motion, I hooked my thumbs on the sides of my pink lace teddy pear panties, slipping them down to my ankles. I kicked off my sneaker and up towards my hand, catching them. I offered my left hand over to him; panties loosely grasped between my fingers. He took them, inhaling my sweet scent as he tried to focus on the road.
“Rub your clit,” came his next order.
Without hesitation this time, I slid my hand up my thigh, poking one finger into the flesh of my exposed sex. Its warmth and slickness made it easy for my finger to find my love button, nestled under its hood. I couldn’t help but let out a quick moan, my eyes closing as I started rubbing in a circular motion, unable to stop a spasm of my wet cunt. I moaned again and again, feeling myself moisten more and more as we drove.
“Now stop,” he instructed next.
A surge of disappointment washed over me and opened my eyes, looking over to him with a frown.
“You heard me.”
I sighed, removing my fingers from my lips, giving him a devilish grin as I moved them from one set of lips to the other. Slowly, I parted them, pushing my finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around my fingertip, enjoying the slick saltiness of my own juices. His smirk was visible from the corner of my eye.
“We’re here!” he exclaimed excitedly, stopping the car.
How much time had passed? I wondered. All my surroundings were unfamiliar, yet I felt at ease in his presence. Yet, I didn’t even know his real name. He left the car and circled around to my side. As I was settling my skirt to my ankles, without my panties, he opened the door, and I stepped out. Around us was all forest, aside from the road we came in on.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Where nowhere can see us,” was his reply as he beckoned me to follow him.
Not long passed before we were surrounded by thick trees, bushes, and shrubs. With him standing, I could finally evaluate his appearance in the masked sunlight. His brown hair was well-kept, combed over in a tidy style. His beard was short and well-maintained. He smelled of sandalwood. Aftershave, no doubt. My height of only five feet paled in comparison to his six feet.
I found a spot that wasn’t heavily covered and cleared it enough for us to stand comfortably. With him, I saw a plain black, fuzzy blanket. Before I could move again, he spread the throw over the brush and pointed to it.
“Kneel,” he directed.
With a nod, I did as he instructed, kneeling before him on the blanket. I watched as he unbuckled his belt. My hands instinctively reached up to help him unbutton and unzip his pants. I breathed him in, taking in the scent of his primal musk. He worked his member out of his boxers, it’s semi-hard flesh inches from my lips. Again, without hesitation, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, bringing his head to my mouth. I licked my lips and opened them, gently placing the head of his cock on my warm tongue. I felt him shiver as I enclosed my lips around him, gently cupping the tip of his shaft with my soft flesh. I began to stroke his lower shaft as I sucked on his head, twirling my tongue around his head several times before thrusting him back into my tonsil-less throat. I felt him stretch the back of my throat and pushed him down further, taking him as deep as I could while still massaging his shaft, occasionally sliding down to gently cup his balls. For a good while, I thrust him down my throat, repeatedly. I felt him tense and heard his moans. His large hand reached around to cup the back of my head, gripping my high ponytail in with his strong grasp. He forced my head onto his member so far that my tongue nearly reached his swollen balls with each motion.
“Not... yet...nnngghh..” he struggled, pulling my head off him with a slurp. “God, your mouth feels amazing. Now. On your knees. Daddy wants to breed his whore,” he snarled, dropping to his knees, forcing me onto all fours.
I felt as he lifted my skirt and pushed forward roughly, the sticks under the blanket digging into my knees. My cunt ached for him, and this was the moment I’d been waiting these long months for. I’d wanted to feel him fill me up with his seed for so long. This was it.
My pussy, soaked with arousal fluids, parted slowly as I felt him press him tip into her folds. I could hear a squelching sound as he rubbed his tip along my slit, gently rubbing it around my clit before sliding it back down to her entrance. I bit onto my lower lip, positioning myself on my elbows with my ass in the air. I braced myself as he slid inside my tight walls, shivering, his entire eight-inch shaft poking into the back of my cervix.
“Oh!” I cried out, pushing my hips back onto him, taking him even further.
Over and over, I felt him ram into me. Since we were in the middle of nowhere, I sucked in my breath and let out a loud scream, my elbows digging into the dirt, knees rubbing harshly against the once soft blanket. Though the blanket now felt like sandpaper against my skin, I continued to thrust myself onto him craving his hot nectar inside me. Once again, I felt his hand on my ponytail. He wrapped my hair around his hand, holding it like the reins of a horse as he rode me, unable to contain my cries while he used me as his own personal toy.
“That’s right, you little slut,” he groaned, ramming even harder than he had been previously. “You take that cock like a good girl.”
I cried out in both pleasure and pain, my hands balled into fists, nails biting into my palms as he wreaked havoc on her insides. His thrusts became more eager and his breath heavier. I felt him getting closer and closer until, finally, he quivered, filling her up with his warm cum. I could feel my pussy throbbing against him, clenching his trembling member. I heard him grunt, thrusting in a couple more times to ensure that I emptied every drop of his seed. He pulled out of me slowly, leaving in the tip for a moment. He procured a plug meant for my ass. It’s mirror coat shone in the sunlight that peeked between the trees. He pulled out and quickly plugged me, the cold metal causing my cunt to twitch and spasm until heat transference warmed the metal inside me. With this in, there was no way is cum could leak out of me.
“Time to get back to your husband,” he sighed, standing and fixing his pants up.
I stood, dusting myself off. The blanket was soaked with a dark spot. Did I cum and not realize it? How interesting! I thought. The man I only knew as R stepped off the blanket, offering me a hand off, as well. He quickly bunched it up and we headed out the way we came, happily stuffed with his cum.
