You don’t remember getting to the patch of dark moss in the forest. That has been erased from your head. Erased by the woman sitting open legged on the floor, moss cushioning around her hips. She has a pale blue dress on that reaches her ankles and is damp from the mist surrounding you. You see that she has very full breasts pressing against the fabric. Who is she? She looks at you as if she hears you think it. Her eyes are full of lust. She is hungry.
All of a sudden you fall to your knees, an unknown force buckling your legs and pulling your chest to the moss. She reaches a clawed hand out to your damp hair. Her fingernails scrape your scalp, prickling the skin on your neck.
“Fresh.” She says. “Open.” Her lips are very pale but juicy. You don’t understand her. She means your mouth.
She pulls your entire body with one arm along the forest floor and using the other arm brushes her dress away from her stomach. Reaching her arm back behind her she pushes her cunt into your face. The dark mound of hair brushing your nose. The tangy smell is strong. You feel yourself all at once absolutely submit to this strange woman you have never met. Her skin is soft and squishy and you want her to use you.
“Open it. Or I will open it for you.” You do as she says and she pushes her dripping folds into your open mouth. It is so wet. In the small field of vision you have between her legs you can make out beads of wetness glittering on her pussy. She gets more forceful and is now thrusting her pelvis forward and backwards over your lips. Ruining your face. She is now going so hard she may hurt you. You don’t care. She needs to get what she wants. Your neck hurts.
She slows down and then twitches quickly in small bursts. Her strong forearm is gripping your head in between her legs while she is splayed and grinding across your facial features like you are a marble statue.
She pushes your head into the moss with the ball of her foot and she rubs her swollen clit until her breath becomes a deep moaning. She pulls you up like a ragdoll to see you. Make eye contact. She has big eyes that strip you bare. She slams you into the floor again as her hips buckle and she sprays you with a clear fluid that comes in spurts from the pink hole between her legs. She stands up from the mossy floor and brushes twigs and dirt from her ass before pulling her dress back down to her ankles. Her footsteps leave you cold, wet and alone in the forest.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10g0rdy/the_girl_in_the_foggy_woods_dark_forceful_femdom