A slow, steady rain cascaded through the forest canopy overhead. Emma looked back over her shoulder at Harry and smirked, reaching back a hand to help him regain his footing after a near-stumble down a muddy slope.
“Keep up, old man,” she smirked, pulling him close for a kiss before darting off ahead, laughing and splashing through puddles.
Harry tried to grab for her wrist, but she was too quick, and he was forced to sprint after her. He knew he should feel foolish, skipping down the trail at his age, but there was something about her presence that soothed such thoughts, so he smiled in spite of himself and dashed after her. Catching her by the wrist, he twisted her arm up behind her shoulders, finally slowing her progress, before giving her ass a hearty slap that echoed through the empty woods.
Emma bit her lip and turned into him, dropping her free hand to his crotch, her eyes locked onto his with her best come hither gaze. Her fingers were gentle, nails lightly tracing the length of his shaft through his pants, before she gave the head a squeeze, giggled, and then twisted free to run away again.
Harry watched her go, planning his revenge. Her legs were athletic, her stride as graceful as any dancer, and the tight fabric of her leggings amplified the appeal of what was already a truly fantastic ass. He could hear the sound of Emma’s zipper as she was apparently undoing her raincoat while making her escape.
“You’re in trouble when I catch you,” he growled, the menace tinged with a laugh at the end, as he lumbered down the trail. All around them the woods were silent, save for the slow dripping of rain, and the rushing water in a nearby stream. Emma squealed as she stepped into a particularly deep puddle, forced to backtrack unexpectedly which led her right into his arms. Harry squeezed his arms around her, hugging her and lifting her free from the muddy water, when he suddenly noticed that his hands didn’t feel the slippery fabric of her raincoat, but something much softer and more yielding. Looking down he realized that he was cupping her breasts, staring for a moment in dumbfounded amazement, then looking up at her with an impish grin.
“You’ve got such perfect tits princess.”
Emma only smirked in reply, “I know,” before reaching once more for his manhood. This time he was faster, catching her wrist and twisting it back up with one hand, while the other cupped one breast, his thumb rolling her nipple from side to side. She moaned softly, collapsing against him, and he could feel his cock stirring against the gentle pressure of her ass. He held her like this for a moment, watching her smile fade, the glazed look of lust taking over, then he released his hold from her wrist and slid his hand down the front of her leggings.
Emma reached one hand back, wrapping around his neck for support, bracing herself against his body as his fingers parted her lips. Her body responded to his touch immediately, need soaking her thin panties, as his middle finger began to circle her clit in a parallel rhythm to his hand working over her nipples. Emma moaned, louder now, grinding her ass against his stiffening cock.
“But Sir,” she whispered, with a devilish smile, “Anyone could see us here.”
“Then I guess they’ll just know what an obedient little slut you are, won’t they?” He punctuated this sentence by pinching her nipple and giving a fierce twist, the pain causing her body to shift which sent two of his fingers sliding easily into her pussy. Pumping his fingers back and forth, he whispered into her ear, “What kind of a needy, desperate little fucktoy lets themself get used so publicly? Tsk, tsk princess.”
In an instant, he pulled her around, both hands on her shoulders, forcing Emma to kneel before him. Her hands were deft, freeing his cock quickly, and as soon as it swung free from Harry’s zipper, Emma had pushed forward, taking every inch into her throat. It was Harry’s turn to groan, pure pleasure emanating from him, as he watched her pull strands of auburn hair back and bob her head forward once more, fucking her face on his cock. She was hungry for his cock, her tongue swirling over the tip as she traced the length of his shaft before quickly deepthroating him again, fucking her own face with abandon, bobbing wildly on his shaft. Grabbing her by the hair he forced her all the way down, holding his cock in her throat until her hands started to come up. She caught herself, but he could tell she had enough, pulling himself free with an audible pop, then lifting her back to her feet.
Spinning her around, Harry grabbed Emma’s leggings and pulled them down to her knees. Without waiting further, he put one hand on her shoulder, forcing her to lean forward slightly, and the other on her hip, pulling her back to him. Easily, he slid deep into her eager cunt, and the two began to moan in unison as he fucked her in the middle of the trail. A light mist blew in from the water, but the stillness of the wild was broken only by the wet slap of his cock filling her, and the moans of the trysting lovers. He grabbed both wrists, twisting them behind Emma’s back, forcing her forward so that her weight was suspended from his hands as he used her body like a fuck doll.
He watched as her pussy clung to his shaft each time he pulled back, and smiled at the quivering impact his hips had on her ass.
“You’re such a sexy little slave, aren’t you princess?” he growled, pulling her face back so that his mouth was right next to my ear.
“Only for you, Sir,” Emma replied, her voice blissfully slurring, as he fucked away any worries or stress.
It was cathartic for each in their own way. Emma gave into the sensation of being helpless, whatever he bade happen would happen, and it was not her place to question it, only obey. She loved the sounds of his groans and grunts, knowing that her body brought him pleasure, and longed for the warmth of his cum on her skin. For Harry, it was a peaceful moment of respite in which he need not worry about meeting any expectations. His will was ironclad law, and seeing how she whimpered and mewled while serving his cock only brought greater pleasure. He could feel the pressure building within him, and quickened his pace.
Each thrust was a little faster, a little harder, than the one preceding it. He slid a hand around to her clit, gently rubbing it while he fucked her senseless. His cock kept building a faster rhythm, while his hand on her clit kept a steadier pace. Timing was such a tricky thing, but after all their time together he had developed a certain familiarity with her body. Suddenly, she squealed, her legs stiffening, the first signs of climax hitting her. As she did so he slid his cock free, forcing her to her knees, and quickly pivoted around in front of her.
Emma’s legs spasmed beneath her, but his hand in her hair kept her in place, as his cock twitched suddenly, sending a spray of cum across her tits and off over her shoulder, coating the leaves of a nearby blackberry bush. With one hand Emma reached up to stroke his cock, milking out the last of his orgasm, while the other rubbed the hot cum into her tits and down across her smooth, flat stomach. Then, giggling, she reached a finger up to a strand dangling from the nearby foliage. Hopping spryly to her feet, Emma zipped up her raincoat, grabbed Harry’s hand, and before he could even fully get his cock back into his pants the two of them were off again, sprinting through puddles, and giggling like fools.
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