I parked near the entrance to the footpath and stepped out into the crisp spring air. The early morning sunlight filtered through the forest.
Normally, I was alone on my dawn runs, but as I popped in my earbuds, I noticed you sitting in a truck at the far corner of the parking lot. You didn’t look over at me; you were too interested in your phone.
I hated running, but the endorphin rush was sometimes better than sex. Sometimes.
To trick myself into enjoying the run, I hit shuffle on my workout playlist and slid my phone into my running belt before I started. Chappell Roan’s Hot to Go set the pace of the run.
It wasn’t long before I was lost to the music. The tightness in my chest faded into the background as I focused on the forest ahead of me.
Some time later, I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw a deer up ahead shoot off into the brush as if startled by something. It was a normal, if not daily occurrence, for me to pass dear on my run. Never before had I seen one run off like that.
My instincts screamed that I wasn’t alone.
I slowed my pace to a calm walk and looked around. I scanned the tree tops and forest floor, thinking no big kitties. The last thing I needed was to find myself being hunted by a cougar. But there were no nefarious cats to be seen.
I peered behind me.
You were there.
You - the man from the truck in the parking lot - were following about ten feet behind me.
You were wearing all black from head to toe, complete with a mask covering up the majority of your face.
Your eyes locked on mine.
My heart hammered in my chest. Danger - Danger - Danger, it seemed to warn with each pounding thump.
I think you sensed that fear, as if guessing my adrenaline response would be to run, because you charged at me.
I took off.
I ran as fast as I could, but you towered over me by at least a foot. Each of your leaping strides was double mine.
I realized with humourless irony that RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose was playing through my earbuds. The lyrics taunted every one of my movements.
Your large hand grabbed me from behind.
Before I could scream, your other hand smothered my mouth.
I could feel your densely packed muscles as you pinned me against the nearest tree. I was completely and utterly under your control.
I was achingly aware of your hard cock pressing into my back like a white hot knife. It made my stomach tighten automatically.
You removed one of my earbuds, using your body to hold me captive. An involuntary shiver ran through me when I felt the heat of your breath on my ear.
“I caught you,” you whispered, biting my earlobe.
I whimpered against your hand, making you chuckle darkly, which sent another tightening sensation to the pit of my stomach.
“Do you know what that means?” You asked into my ear.
I shook my head against your hand.
“It means,” you said, pressing me harder into the tree while forcing my shorts down my legs. “I am going to fuck you like the worthless whore you are.”
I groaned into your hand, taking a ragged breath in through my nose as I tried to twist out of your grip. It was no use. The more I wiggled against you, the harder you held me in place.
You used your legs to push mine farther apart before forcing me to bend over enough so my ass was freely accessible to you.
“If you scream, you’ll regret it. Do you understand?” You growled.
I nodded helplessly against your hand.
You let go of my face.
“Please,” I gasped breathlessly. “Please, I’ll do anything.”
I peered over my shoulder and watched as you slid your thick cock up and down my pussy lips. The feeling made me shiver spontaneously. You had put the mask back on, but I could see the satisfied glint in your eyes.
“You want this.” You groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”
Without warning, you shoved your entire cock into me.
I cried out, gripping the tree.
You were relentless, fucking me so hard your balls slapped my clit with such repetitive force that I knew I would cum. When it finally happened, I nearly lost my balance, and you had to press me into the tree to prevent me from falling.
You continued to destroy my pussy until I felt all the muscles in your body get taught as you slammed into me one final time. The pain of your cock throbbing against my cervix brought tears to my eyes as you unloaded stream after stream of cum into me.
You released me, and I felt your cum drip down my legs. I stood silently, weary of what your next move would be. But then I heard you retreat.
Every instinct I had said to stay put until you were gone before I bent down and pulled up my shorts.
Your cum was still dripping down my legs.
I took a steadying breath before I pulled out my phone.
You had already texted me.
You: That was sexy as fuck.
You: Did I hurt you, baby?
You: I’ve got water for you in the truck.
I smiled down at my phone, biting my lip as I responded.
Me: No, that’s exactly what I wanted.
Me: I came so hard on your cock…
You: I know ;p
Me: I’m coming.
You: Ya, you’ll be cumming for me again when you get back here.
