It’s our third annual trip up here; turns and landmarks have become recognizable enough that I don’t have to rely on GPS in my role as navigator. The cabin might only be an hour and a half outside the city but the thick wooded drive and hilly terrain make it feel like it’s a world away. This is exactly what I needed, an entire weekend relaxing in front of a fireplace in various states of undress. I swish the dregs of my latte and down them before giving you a sideways glance. You are going to get it the moment we’re through the door, I decide to myself with a smile. An evil little grin spreads ever wider as I mentally run through the list of ways I’m going to bind and tease you, and submit myself for the same treatment at your hands.
You immediately pick up on the changed atmosphere in the vehicle and your eyes dart between my foxlike grin and the dark highway ahead. Ours is the next turnoff, I point out, and you clear your throat.
“What’s that smile for?” you question, but the wry smirk on your face indicates you know exactly what’s on my mind. You just want to make me say it, you ass.
“I was just thinking” I pause to point again at the quickly approaching turning lane. You dutifully swing the car into it and then ease around the turn. Gravel replaces tarmac and sprays up, pinging against the car’s undercarriage as we wind our way through back roads. I have to raise my voice slightly to be heard above the din. “…wondering if we can break any records this year.”
You chuckle, blushing. “Oh really? That might be kind of a tall order depending on which record we’re talking about here.”
“Ah, I’m easy. Quantity, length, creativity… I mean, no pressure. It doesn’t have to be a competition…” I smirk as you shake your head and look out the window, focusing on the poplar trunks flashing past in the dark as the forest presses closer around the private drive. It isn’t more than a few moments before the headlights illuminate the small, one room cabin tucked at the end of a small gravelled clearing. It’s small, it’s simple, and it’s isolated enough that I can loudly enjoy myself with you for the next 2.5 days. Perfect.
The sun is down already, so you leave the highbeams on, aimed at the front door in order for us to see what we’re doing. I get out and stretch, noticing that it’s cool enough outside to see my breath in the beams of light from the car. I can hear your footsteps crunching on the leaves and gravel, presumably heading around to the back of the vehicle to grab our bags. I’m absentmindedly thumbing through the vacation rental app on my phone, and it barely registers that you’ve set yours up on the hood of the car, angled so that the camera and now well-lit steps are in frame.
I’m still buried in my phone looking for the rental’s door code when you come up behind me. Strong hands encircle my waist at the same time as our bags drop to the steps beside my feet. You begin kissing my neck and ear, snagging a thumb on the waistband of my leggings and tugging them down. I finally twig to what’s going on – the highbeams and the phone now recording us on the porch. “Here? Not inside?” I giggle as your breath warms and tickles my ear.
“Here. I can’t wait another second to taste you.” You murmur into my neck, sending goosebumps prickling down my arms. You beat me to it, you bastard. Pouncing on me before I can even figure out the damn lock. Despite myself, I moan and lean back into you, door code and travel app forgotten as I slip my phone back into a jacket pocket. You continue pulling my leggings down with one hand, the other now kneading one of my breasts through the thick wool of my coat. My breath is coming quicker as my excitement builds, and I can feel how hard you are as you press into me. Suddenly, the warmth at my back disappears as you crouch to peel my leggings down slowly.
I’m bent slightly at the waist, one hand resting on the banister for balance. You run your hands over my now bare ass, smacking it gently a few times and making it jiggle. You take a moment, clearly enjoying the view before pulling my cheeks apart and burying your face in my cleft. I barely have time to gasp before that tongue I love so much wriggles against my clit and my knees nearly buckle. You weren’t overstating your eagerness earlier and begin greedily drinking me in. Fingers and tongue work over me from behind until I’m trembling and panting but it’s still not enough, I want more of you. I reach back to grab your hair and hold you in place so I can grind against your chin and mouth. I hiss that I’m so fucking close, but my knees are shaking at this point and I don’t think I can finish standing up.
I get one final, slow lick as you push my leggings all the way down and then pat our bags, indicating the makeshift bed that will clearly be more comfortable than the cold steps. Nothing but the best for me, I quip as I’m helped into shuffling over while hobbled by the leggings around my ankles. Awkward giggles from both of us as you arrange me on my back and navigate my bound feet before giving up and settling for poking your head through the circle created by my legs and tights. Cut that part out of the video, I silently vow.
Splayed open before you, lit up with the headlights of the car, I’m vulnerable and exposed but all I can think of is your beautiful mouth on my pussy. Grabbing another handful of hair, I guide your face back to where I want it and don’t let go until your licking and sucking drives me over the edge and I cry out. Stuffed full of your fingers and with your mouth on my clit, my orgasm radiates outwards in waves of the most delicious heat. Little puffs of breath escape me with each moan and I watch them drift towards the night sky as I come hard with your face buried between my shaking thighs.
“You wanted to break some records, didn’t you?” A muffled voice from below chuckles and I raise my head, still dizzy. “How does coming before you’re through the front door sound?” You lean forward and lick me gently again, eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Suits me just fine.” I purr and run my fingers through your hair as I gather my senses again. “Let’s get inside and start things up in earnest, shall we?”
25-94. I finally locate the door code and punch it into the keypad with shaking fingers. I’m plunged into darkness just as I swing the door open, so I freeze and let my eyes adjust. The car door slams shut and you stride towards me over the gravel, barely pausing to grab our slightly squished bags from the steps.
I’ve just only now pulled my tights up and can already feel them rolling back down my hips as you guide me inside the dark cabin. I knew they’d be coming right back off the moment we were indoors, and I’m proved right when you urge me towards the couch and order me to bend over the back of it. You kick the door closed behind us, already undoing your belt as I shrug out of my wool peacoat, eager to comply.
My behind is still cold despite sitting on our bags earlier, and you note the chill of my skin through the thin leggings. “That just won’t do.” You decide aloud, and my eyes widen when you follow up with “I want your ass to be warmed up, glowing nice and rosy when I fuck it.” I swallow and merely bend further over the back of the couch in assent. That has the intended effect, and you once again draw my tights down, letting out a low whistle. “I will never get tired of this sight” you sigh, and sticking your hand between my legs, draw a finger over my lips teasingly. I groan and stick my ass out farther, begging for more of your attention.
I get slightly more than I bargained for when you begin pulling your belt off further, and I whip my head around at the sound of it being removed entirely . I raise one eyebrow and then the other – where are you going with this exactly? But I needn’t worry, the belt is going around my wrists, and you’ll stick to using your hands on me. Just how I like it. The sting of palm against flesh, fingers digging in and caressing immediately after the strike – harder to time with a belt. Speaking of which, said belt is deftly looped around my forearms which are crossed behind my back. The slack in the impromptu leather strap is taken up by one hand as you let the other swing, spanking me tentatively at first but with increasing force.
You alternate slapping me open-handed with long, slow caresses between each strike. Before long, I’m letting out a soft cry between every spank, two red glowing spots slowly appearing under your ministrations. “Did you enjoy putting yourself on display for the camera?” You don’t spank me again until I utter an embarrassed yes. “And you love bending over to show me how wet you still are?” I hiss a yes and receive another sharp smack as my reward. “What do you want?” You tug on the belt, and I realize how off-balance I am with my hands bound and my weight resting on the couch back. My head spins and I hesitate a moment too long for your liking. A quick, much harder strike to each of my cheeks has me brought right back to the moment and I let out a sharp cry that it’s your cock I want. More caresses and strokes across the warm, rosy spots before those same strong hands are teasing and probing between my legs. I long to wrap my hands around you, feel how hard you are, but my arms are held by their tether.
You mistake my wriggling as an attempt to strain at my bonds, and the leather creaks as you draw the belt tighter. “No, no, you stay put” you order. A shuffle, the zipper on your day bag and then sounds of rummaging while I stay bent over the couch exactly as I was told. I know I’m about to be taken roughly, but I can always count on you going slow and careful to begin with. Warm me up properly and I’m yours to pound as hard and long as you like, as I always say. You growl that you can’t wait to be inside me as you stretch my tight little hole gently with lubed fingers. I’m glad for the couch beneath me when my knees nearly give out. My pussy is literally aching at this point, but it’s my ass you’ll be filling instead. Using me as you like. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Using me. Another shuffle of fabric, creak of the belt as you grip it tighter and suddenly the tip of your cock is pressing urgently at the entrance to my bottom.
I draw a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
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The sun is down already, so you leave the highbeams on, aimed at the front door in order for us to see what we’re doing. I get out and stretch, noticing that it’s cool enough outside to see my breath in the beams of light from the car. I can hear your footsteps crunching on the leaves and gravel, presumably heading around to the back of the vehicle to grab our bags. I’m absentmindedly thumbing through the vacation rental app on my phone, and it barely registers that you’ve set yours up on the hood of the car, angled so that the camera and now well-lit steps are in frame.
I’m still buried in my phone looking for the rental’s door code when you come up behind me. Strong hands encircle my waist at the same time as our bags drop to the steps beside my feet. You begin kissing my neck and ear, snagging a thumb on the waistband of my leggings and tugging them down. I finally twig to what’s going on – the highbeams and the phone now recording us on the porch. “Here? Not inside?” I giggle as your breath warms and tickles my ear.
“Here. I can’t wait another second to taste you.” You murmur into my neck, sending goosebumps prickling down my arms. You beat me to it, you bastard. Pouncing on me before I can even figure out the damn lock. Despite myself, I moan and lean back into you, door code and travel app forgotten as I slip my phone back into a jacket pocket. You continue pulling my leggings down with one hand, the other now kneading one of my breasts through the thick wool of my coat. My breath is coming quicker as my excitement builds, and I can feel how hard you are as you press into me. Suddenly, the warmth at my back disappears as you crouch to peel my leggings down slowly.
I’m bent slightly at the waist, one hand resting on the banister for balance. You run your hands over my now bare ass, smacking it gently a few times and making it jiggle. You take a moment, clearly enjoying the view before pulling my cheeks apart and burying your face in my cleft. I barely have time to gasp before that tongue I love so much wriggles against my clit and my knees nearly buckle. You weren’t overstating your eagerness earlier and begin greedily drinking me in. Fingers and tongue work over me from behind until I’m trembling and panting but it’s still not enough, I want more of you. I reach back to grab your hair and hold you in place so I can grind against your chin and mouth. I hiss that I’m so fucking close, but my knees are shaking at this point and I don’t think I can finish standing up.
I get one final, slow lick as you push my leggings all the way down and then pat our bags, indicating the makeshift bed that will clearly be more comfortable than the cold steps. Nothing but the best for me, I quip as I’m helped into shuffling over while hobbled by the leggings around my ankles. Awkward giggles from both of us as you arrange me on my back and navigate my bound feet before giving up and settling for poking your head through the circle created by my legs and tights. Cut that part out of the video, I silently vow.
Splayed open before you, lit up with the headlights of the car, I’m vulnerable and exposed but all I can think of is your beautiful mouth on my pussy. Grabbing another handful of hair, I guide your face back to where I want it and don’t let go until your licking and sucking drives me over the edge and I cry out. Stuffed full of your fingers and with your mouth on my clit, my orgasm radiates outwards in waves of the most delicious heat. Little puffs of breath escape me with each moan and I watch them drift towards the night sky as I come hard with your face buried between my shaking thighs.
“You wanted to break some records, didn’t you?” A muffled voice from below chuckles and I raise my head, still dizzy. “How does coming before you’re through the front door sound?” You lean forward and lick me gently again, eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Suits me just fine.” I purr and run my fingers through your hair as I gather my senses again. “Let’s get inside and start things up in earnest, shall we?”
25-94. I finally locate the door code and punch it into the keypad with shaking fingers. I’m plunged into darkness just as I swing the door open, so I freeze and let my eyes adjust. The car door slams shut and you stride towards me over the gravel, barely pausing to grab our slightly squished bags from the steps.
I’ve just only now pulled my tights up and can already feel them rolling back down my hips as you guide me inside the dark cabin. I knew they’d be coming right back off the moment we were indoors, and I’m proved right when you urge me towards the couch and order me to bend over the back of it. You kick the door closed behind us, already undoing your belt as I shrug out of my wool peacoat, eager to comply.
My behind is still cold despite sitting on our bags earlier, and you note the chill of my skin through the thin leggings. “That just won’t do.” You decide aloud, and my eyes widen when you follow up with “I want your ass to be warmed up, glowing nice and rosy when I fuck it.” I swallow and merely bend further over the back of the couch in assent. That has the intended effect, and you once again draw my tights down, letting out a low whistle. “I will never get tired of this sight” you sigh, and sticking your hand between my legs, draw a finger over my lips teasingly. I groan and stick my ass out farther, begging for more of your attention.
I get slightly more than I bargained for when you begin pulling your belt off further, and I whip my head around at the sound of it being removed entirely . I raise one eyebrow and then the other – where are you going with this exactly? But I needn’t worry, the belt is going around my wrists, and you’ll stick to using your hands on me. Just how I like it. The sting of palm against flesh, fingers digging in and caressing immediately after the strike – harder to time with a belt. Speaking of which, said belt is deftly looped around my forearms which are crossed behind my back. The slack in the impromptu leather strap is taken up by one hand as you let the other swing, spanking me tentatively at first but with increasing force.
You alternate slapping me open-handed with long, slow caresses between each strike. Before long, I’m letting out a soft cry between every spank, two red glowing spots slowly appearing under your ministrations. “Did you enjoy putting yourself on display for the camera?” You don’t spank me again until I utter an embarrassed yes. “And you love bending over to show me how wet you still are?” I hiss a yes and receive another sharp smack as my reward. “What do you want?” You tug on the belt, and I realize how off-balance I am with my hands bound and my weight resting on the couch back. My head spins and I hesitate a moment too long for your liking. A quick, much harder strike to each of my cheeks has me brought right back to the moment and I let out a sharp cry that it’s your cock I want. More caresses and strokes across the warm, rosy spots before those same strong hands are teasing and probing between my legs. I long to wrap my hands around you, feel how hard you are, but my arms are held by their tether.
You mistake my wriggling as an attempt to strain at my bonds, and the leather creaks as you draw the belt tighter. “No, no, you stay put” you order. A shuffle, the zipper on your day bag and then sounds of rummaging while I stay bent over the couch exactly as I was told. The sound of the lube bottle being opened makes me chuckle. I know I’m about to be taken roughly, but I can always count on you going slow and careful to begin with. Warm me up properly and I’m yours to pound as hard and long as you like, as I always say. Do you remember choking on your coffee the first time I dropped that line on you?
You growl that you can’t wait to be inside me as you gently stretch my tight little hole with lubed fingers. I’m glad for the couch beneath me as my legs threaten to give out again. My pussy is literally aching at this point, but I know it’s my ass you’ll be filling instead. Using me as you like. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Using me. Another shuffle of fabric, creak of the belt as you grip it tighter and suddenly the tip of your cock is pressing urgently at the entrance to my bottom.
I draw a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
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