it was a cold winter day and he had instructed me to dress warm. we were going for a hike, so I choose my leggings, jeans, layered shirts, and coat as I despised feeling the bitter wind against my skin. after a bit, we had stopped for a break along the trail. “On your knees,” he instructed, and his tone automatically incited butterflies in my stomach, half from excitement, half from anxiety.
my eyes flickered about the area as I did what I was told, looking for other people in proximity. we were alone on the trail, but that could change at any minute. the weekend visit to the state forest didn’t seem busy, but I’d greeted a few people along the way before we’d come to the current secluded spot. secluded, but public.
at least the spot he stopped us at was soft, albeit cold, against my knees and there weren’t tiny rocks digging into my skin (hard lessons learned from other occasions).
I eye the bulge that has now appeared in his pants, my attention half on it, and half listening for the snapping of twigs that would alert me to anyone else coming. I trusted he had picked a good spot, hidden by the bend of the trail, but anyone turning the corner would get a surprise.
“Better hurry,” he said y in amusement, but the expression on his face makes me think twice about the smart comment about to roll off my lips. I settle for sticking out my tongue, as I pull his cock free and take in the sight for a moment, licking my lips. he let me linger, inches away, as his cock twitches to catch my visual attention.
I lean forward and slide my tongue over its bulging head. his hand finds my hair and he buries his fingers through it softly as I trail my tongue slowly over the tip, then down to the base, then back up again, creating a glistening sheen of salvia over his cock, but never taking him fully in my mouth. I tease him, letting my teeth just barely scrape over the head, causing his already well endowed cock to grow even larger.
he makes a low groan as I pop just his head in my mouth and suck gently. he pushes his hips forward, trying to go deeper, but I put my hands on his hips to brace myself and stop him. using just one hand to cup his balls, I take another few centimeters of him in my mouth. I pull my head back, letting his cock slide out of my mouth, my teeth barely grazing him again. his hand tightens a little in my hair, but he continues, as always, showing perfect restraint.
For now.
right now, he just lets me play.
there is such a wetness between my thighs, but I resist the growing need to touch my throbbing clit, wanting to focus entirely on him. my nipples are hard, despite the layers of clothing; they beg for attention, but I ignore them too as I take one of his balls into my mouth gently, swirling my tongue over it and then giving the other the same treatment.
I freeze when I hear a distant voice, but his hand against my head ensures that I can’t pull away. I make a small sound of panic, but his other hand is reaching down. he begins to lift up my shirt and immediately my response is to assist him. he deftly pinches one of my nipples between his fingers as a warning, making me gasp and jump slightly.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock firmly as I continue using my mouth and tongue on his balls and slide my hand around his impressive girth, twisting my wrist as I do. I moan as he jerks forward into my hand, wanting more friction, more wetness, more warmth. I slip my other hand down to loosen my jeans and my fingers reach into the warmth between my legs. I return to his cock to add my juices around it before tightening my grip around him with each involuntary thrust. his breath is getting heavy and he thrusts forward again. “Mouth, now,” he orders.
I happily oblige, pressing his cock to my lips for a moment before I look up at him. once my eyes meet his, I take the length of him into my mouth, and clamp my lips tightly around him as I suck, rolling my tongue over his cock. I don’t lose my eye contact, while slowly working my way back to the tip of his cock, before taking him back in. I like how his cock jumps in my mouth, the way his precum tastes, and the sounds he makes. I can feel his hands holding my head in place, I want more, to please him, to feel him, and want it now. this time, when I think I hear the sound of passersby, I pay no mind.
his hand tightens in my hair, and he angles my head to make me look directly at him. and I think then, with a little smirk, that play time is over.
“Open.” I open my mouth even wider, but he’s already begun thrusting deep into the recess of my throat. he’s inside my mouth, filling me, his head hitting the back of my throat, pushing past. I make a slight gag reflexively, but swallow to let him slide in.
“Good girl,” he says as he forces my head closer to his belly. I lick whatever part I can as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. he uses my hair to guide me forward and back, meeting him with each thrust. his cock slips past the back of my throat with each thrust, at times he holds it there, forcing me to breathe through my nose and stare up at him… the fullness of his cock taking up every space in my mouth and throat. I can barely close my lips before he’s pulling back and then pushing forward again.
I’m moaning, too. he can feel the vibrations against his cock. I want him to cum in my mouth. I want to taste him and swallow every drop he gives me. I don’t care how messy I look, that spit is dripping from my mouth, or that my eyes are watering. I’m lost in bliss filled enthusiasm as he fucks my face. there is satisfaction in knowing how much pleasure he’s getting from what I can do. his thrusts begin to change in rhythm. the look in his eyes, and the way his hard cock moves in my mouth, against my tongue, tells me he’s getting close. but, he’s not ready yet. there is more to be had.
“Pants down. Turn around.” he demands. “but first, you have to get me something. it’s time to find a switch.”
we’d talked about this before. I know a good switch needs to be as straight as possible, a bit firm, but with some flexibility to it. using it…that was going to be a whole different experience.
“what about that tree?” I asked, pointing to the one to our left. he approached it, looking at some of the branches and after a brief examination, snapped one off. using his knife skillfully, he skinned it, taking off the small bumps then stripping it with his fingers.
“Nervous?” he asked with a wicked grin. I smiled and shook my head no, which was a lie but I was more nervous about baring my ass in the cold, I think. when he was finished he held it up for inspection. he then had me face forward against the tree, hands outstretched on either side above me,, as the bottom half of my clothes were swiftly lowered to my ankles, my legs spread apart.
he stood in front of me and looked me right in the eyes. “the spanking is not done until I am done. you need to count to 10. is that understood?”
I nodded my head nervously, trying not to look at the switch in his hand.
again he repeated, the look in his eyes growing darker, “do you understand?”
“yes Sir,” I quickly whispered.
“Shoulders back, tits out,” he looked at me for a reply.
“yes Sir.”
the next thing I knew was a whistling and a terrible pain in my ass just as I heard the ‘crack’ sound on my skin. I slammed against the tree, my nails gripping as firmly as possible. I really didn’t want to make a noise. I just about managed to keep quiet.
“one. thank you Sir.”
he walked around to the other side of the tree and before I could hardly think I heard that whistle and a little squeal escaped from my mouth before I managed to get myself together and call out: “two.”
again he moved to the other side before giving me the third stroke. as I managed to say the count with a bit of a tremble, I started thinking that my ass must be beginning to turn a hot pink color, and it wasn’t from the bitter cold.. with the fourth crack across my bottom, I screamed loudly and I suddenly thought that I must be leaking fluids down my legs. I was really aroused! my screams weren’t only from pain but from the pleasure this was giving me. I didn’t have to worry about that for long.
five. as soon as I managed to stumble through the count of six, he told me to let go of the tree and step back. I was confused. I knew I had to have ten. I was wondering how I could take it because my ass was throbbing, but surely he wasn’t going to let me off with 4 left to go.
“grab your ankles and hold them as wide apart as you can.”
I was freezing cold by this point, my ass stinging but a bit numb, yet I’m wondering what this new angle might mean. what area is he aiming to hit in a spot that hadn’t already been punished? nothing could have prepared me for what did happen.
I watched as he rose his arm and heard the whistling as the switch came down. he hit me right across the back of my thighs and I yelled out loud, letting go of my ankles.
I saw the stern look in his eyes before I could even respond with the number “7.” I grabbed my ankles as quickly as I could and then sputtered out the count.
“seven. thank you Sir.” I was positive my ass was now a deep red color with even a little purple in some spots. he raised his arm again.
my ass, legs, and pussy were on fire after that last stroke. I let go of my ankles and clasped both hands between my legs, as I awaited the final smacks…nine. ten. my head was spinning; I felt that warm tingly glow of a building orgasm along with the pain.
he told me to stand up, return to the tree, with my hands clasped behind my back. he came up behind me and allowed his fingers to probe the outer parts of my lips, already slick, finding I was not cold from the elements around us, but burning hot. slicking his fingers with the fluid, he slipped them easily inside. my body twitched as he slipped not just one finger, but two, and then a third. my body went rigid before letting out one long groan.
I heard the sound of his jeans unzipping, and began to unconsciously grind against the tree. he took my hips in his hands, as he thrust his already engorged cock deep inside my warm pussy in one fast motion. he started thrusting, faster, faster, until he was really screwing me, fucking me so hard, I was practically pulling the bark off of the tree. I could feel his cock quiver, twitch, and then erupt inside me. a wet warmth spread inside my pussy as his throbbing cock flooded me with ropes of cum. his cock pulsed again and again and AGAIN, and as he came he kept thrusting, driving me to yet another orgasm thanks to his cock and the tree. finally, after what seemed like minutes of me writhing against his firm body, we were still. his grasp on my hair softens, and I saw a gentle smile, “good girl,” he praised.
it was time to get dressed and sort out how I was going to sit for the long ride home.
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