First off, I love this sub and I love revisiting these memories. I hope to share many more.
It was my final summer in the place I had called home for the past five years. That August I was turning the page on this chapter by leaving behind my friends and comfortable familiarity for the all-consuming hell that is graduate school. There was much revelry and recollection to be had, made all the sweeter by an unexpected intensely physical relationship with my coworker – we’ll call her Emi.
Emi and I worked together at a local coffee shop for about a year before getting together, she was a slender 5’7″ redhead with larger b-cup tits and an ass that was unexpectedly plump for her build. Her beauty was model-esque, but she carried herself with an air of modesty. At work she was often demure, with a surface-level moodiness that once you broke through revealed an intelligent and interesting soul with great taste in music, films, and books. Her smile was mischievous, her sense of humor confrontational and self-deprecating, her almond-shaped eyes the color of jade emeralds. She rarely wore a bra and I could often see her nipples through her shirts, the one pierced nipple particularly catching my interest. Later she would tell me that she could often feel my intense gaze on her tits and ass as we worked together, she would also confess how much it turned her on. Eventually, she and her boyfriend were on the rocks and I encouraged their split, not only because he was a raging piece of shit but because I wanted her as well. Though, I was conflicted, because Emi was 19 and I was 28. To that point, I had only been with women my own age or older, never that much younger. But I could not resist such a specimen of beauty and sex appeal.
Once she and her boyfriend split I made my move. We quickly began an intense physical relationship for my remaining two months. Nearly every day we would get together and fuck multiple times, laying around naked eating, drinking, listening to music, and talking. It was pure hedonism and absolute bliss. Over that summer I taught her the beauty of multiple orgasms and being valued by a partner, she shared with me her vulnerabilities and pushed me further into my role as a dom. I’d always had a dominant streak but it was Emi who really helped me embrace it. She liked it rough – to be hit, choked, spit on, degraded, thrown around, and spanked with both hand and belt. In retrospect she also had a bit of bratty streak, pushing back in hopes that I would punish her more intensely. That summer I was her Daddy, outside of sex she would frequently bust my balls calling me a perverted old man for seducing a teenage girl. Especially when I fondled her in public. During sex I would bust her ass, reminding her whose whore she was and who her pussy belonged to – “to you Daddy” – she would always remind me.
Emi had a favorite spot along the river right outside of a park where she would go to think, read, and write by herself. She wanted to share this space with me and I was honored that she would invite me in for something so personal to her. That day she was wearing a short black summer dress and on our short walk to her spot, I kept lifting it up to grab her ass with my arm around her. With her mischievous little smile, she would call me a dirty old man and tell me someone might see, despite the area not being very well-traveled.
Her area of reflection was a small riverbank beach with a short drop off towards the water and made up of sand and rocks. The spot was humble, right outside the city and affording serene views of wooded hillsides across the river. We sat talking on a blanket, taking in the views while having a beer when I began to caress Emi’s leg. Rubbing her inner thigh and moving closer up towards her beautiful pussy. She gave me that look, the curious one that said she knew I was working towards something and wasn’t fooling anyone. I thanked her for bringing me here but let her know that something was missing. If she were to suck my dick it would make the situation perfect. In an exaggerated fashion, she rolled her eyes, but I knew this game and we both knew she would do whatever Daddy wanted.
Scanning the river Emi pointed out some boats idling out on the river as well as the occasional passing boats. While she was nervous about people seeing, I have a fondness for exhibitionism, but told her we could wait until they passed. To pass the time we made out, I teased her by kissing her neck and ears, also denying her my lips by pulling her hair when she would move towards me, this particular denial drove her wild. My hand moved up her skirt as I played with her clit through her panties. Soon she was spread on the beach as my hand played with her more and more, her worries of anyone seeing slowly becoming a distant memory.
The idling boat took off and it was time. With no boats in sight, she took my dick out to say hello. She greeted me slowly at first, licking up and down my shaft as she savored every inch of me. I held her hair back as I alternated between watching her devour my cock and leaning back to take in the natural beauty of the landscape, listening to the sounds of the river pushing against the banks mixed with those of her gags as my dick pushed into the back of her throat. As a new boat came I gave her a warning that someone was coming. She bolted upright and wiped her mouth, looking out to observe the intruders. “Fuck ’em,” she said with a mischievous smirk as she went back to worshipping Daddy’s dick.
As my hands explored her tits and ass I told her I wanted to fuck her. Without any consideration of who might see she climbed on top of me. Her trepidation had dissolved and the cock hungry little whore I knew in the bedroom had been unleashed out here in the wild for all to see. I easily slid inside of her tight teen pussy which was gushing with arousal and anticipation. She began to rock on me, working my dick back and forth slowly, but with the rocks underneath she couldn’t get the leverage she wanted and complained that they were digging into her knees causing immense pain. I told her to bend over, looking out towards the water and the rolling river valley across the way. I folded up a shirt and put it under my own knees to alleviate some of the discomfort from the rocks while also affording myself some leverage. Flipping her skirt up I slid into her again, by this point I was so hard I could have cut through steel.
She let out a low moan as I entered into her. Slowly I thrust in and out, her whimpers of excitement interspersed with the sounds of rhythmic water and the songs of the birds. I accelerated my speed, watching her ass bounce against me before grabbing her hair and yanking her head back.
“Who does your pussy belong to?” I asked her. “You Daddy, it’s your fucking pussy,” she responded obediently.
I asked her how it felt to get fucked at her special contemplative spot, to which she responded “fucking great.” With her responses becoming filled with more heightened animalistic arousal. In response I made a demand, “I want you to think of me fucking your tight little pussy and making you mine every time you come out here from now on.”
In the distance, I saw a boat coming down the river. I pulled Emi up off of her hands so that our bodies were parallel as I continued fucking her from behind. The shift in position made her moan louder and longer, her cries of ‘oh fuck’ and praise for my dick became more frequent. As the boat passed by I grabbed her throat and while choking her asked “how does it feel knowing that strangers can see what a dirty slut you are?” With passionate vigor she yelled, “amazing, I’m a dirty fucking slut, I’m your dirty fucking slut, fuck me harder.” I obliged.
Since she had been a good girl I let go of her and fucked her harder, pounding her pussy while telling her what a good girl she’d been. Her moans finally drowned out the birds and the river, it was only Emi, my riverbank whore, screaming out in carnal bliss that could be heard. Shortly thereafter I came inside of her and we collapsed into a tight hug, breathing heavily.
We gathered ourselves and began walking back to the car, talking about how fun that was. Emi, slightly embarrassed that someone might have seen or heard her. Along the walk, she complained of what the rocks had done to her knees, how much they hurt. In the car, she hopped into the driver’s seat and we took off. On the drive back into the city, she mentioned her knees again. While I had previously given my sympathies this time I put my hand on her thigh. Looked up at her and said “Well, you better hope they start feeling better. Because when we get home you’re getting on them again, I’m not done with you.”
With her eyes fixed on the road, I saw color rising in her cheeks and a little wiry smile curl at the side of her mouth. My little brat protested, “They fucking hurt, I can’t!”
I moved my hand to her pussy and started rubbing her clit again while she was driving. She let out a heavy breath and her cheeks were fully flushed. “You’re a fucking dirty old man and I’m not doing shit. My knees hurt!” I smiled, because I knew what this was, we both knew her game, and as soon as we got home she was on her knees again for Daddy.
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Great story 👍🏽