I walked tentatively through the woodland, I could hear each beat of my heart. The large trees smelt moist and oaky, gentle scents of passing flowers ever changing as I move. The air is warm and wet.
I know he’s out here, somewhere, watching me.
The sun is about to set and small rays of light rush through the undergrowth. It’s alluring. But regardless of it’s beauty, it’s also intensely unnerving. It’s quiet. Each step forward I take, crackling leaves and branches, making my breathing shallow and sharp, putting me on edge.
He’s hunting me.
I don’t know where to go. Hell, I don’t even know where I am! Disorientation is pretty frightening and as the sunlight fades, the woodland looks sinister and atmospheric.
I’m starting to panic. The trees have all started to look the same. Fear setting in, I move a little faster. It’s muddy and my trainers are slow and heavy making my movements clumsy. I fall. Shit! he must have heard that, get up get up, you need to move. I am very glad for my inner monologue. Did he hear? Where is he?
I hear gun fire. He’s close.
I scrabble round the side of a magnificent tree, I hope this tree is enough to hide me. My hearts now beating right out of my chest and I’m trying to muffle my breathing. My camo skinny jeans now covered in mud to my thighs.
Footsteps. He’s here.
I close my eyes just as a hand grabs my ankle and pulls me forward. Sliding easily, it’s started raining.
I don’t have time to think, I kick out hoping he will lose grip. But this is what I wanted, nay, this is what I asked for.
He undoes the top button of my jeans…(skinny jeans are so hard to get off) in obvious frustration he grabs either side and rips them right off.
OMFG!
“GET UP” he yells. I scrabble to my feet, exposed and covered in mud. A vulnerable hunting prise in all her glory.
He walks me backwards into the tree I had been hiding behind. Forcefully pushes me against its hard rough surface, lifting me off the ground so our eyes meet. He enters me with fire as I wrap my legs around him, fear turned to lust. Thrusting hard, his eyes locked on mine, his lips brushing over my skin. He withdraws from my wanting pussy and puts me down.
“TURN AROUND”, his tone has changed , his voice smooth but firm, demanding.
I turn around and he pushes my head to the floor, spreads my legs, very slowly.
One hand on his huge throbbing cock, the other running fingers over my asshole. I hear him spit, he wants my ass! I can hear him jerking behind me, his moans sending shivers over my skin. This feeling electric.
As his hand grabs my waist he whispers “You’re my dirty little slut” and in that moment violently enters me. I feel a huge serge of adrenaline, my body bucks and I scream, pain is pleasure. My legs almost buckling, my body convulsing. My pussy now dripping, a moist trickle down my dirty thighs. I want it so bad. Please fill me with your hot cum.
His hand skims over my clit and i jolt. His progression rapid. I start to moan, louder and louder. He cant hold off for long. I feel my orgasm ascending. I’m about to detonate.
As I climax, he fills my ass. His moan rough and fierce. Pleasure so implausible. As he pulls out, I feel his cum cascading down my pussy, I know he’s watching.
I hear sirens!
I can’t find my jeans. Covered in mud I run…Following him as fast as I can, we reach his truck. I jump into the passenger seat as he turns the engine. A Police car pulls in nearby. He hits the gas and we head down an old dirt track back to the highway……
NOT today officer, not today!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/od4gkr/i_am_the_hunted_the_rough_of_a_redneck_pt_iii