Slipping on my cropped vest, compression leggings and muddy running trainers, I text him ‘Off for a run’. Immediately a response ‘I’ll find you’ and my breath catches. He knows my routes, but doesn’t know which one I’ll pick today, will I run through the dense forest, the paths or the rolling fields? I choose the former, and set my playlist.
Kilometre one and two pass quickly, I’m looking around every tree and bush. No sign, and I relax and hum along to the music. I take a left turn and make my way up a steep bank, my pulse peaking at 179, at the top I’m breathing heavily and pause momentarily.
It’s at the moment that a strong hand snakes round my sweaty face and another grabs my upper arm and before I know it my face is against the hard scratchy surface of an ancient Oak. My pulse spikes as I twist and try to get away
“Stop struggling fucktoy” he hisses in my ear. “Let’s see how you’ve been training my holes” and he rips down my leggings exposing my white bottom to the forest.
I squirm, knowing that familiar voice but conscious of how exposed we are. I feel his fingers slide into my cunt, and he laughs
“You’re always so wet you little slut” he says and withdraws a finger and wipes it across my mouth and nose. I smell my scent but moan and wriggle at the lose of those talented fingers.
They return, roughly sliding into my dripping cunt and dragging my wetness up and across my asshole. I know where this is going, he only fucks two of my holes and his preference is always my tightest.
He whispers in my ear “beg for it you whore”, knowing I will.
“Fuck, please Sir, please fuck my ass” I moan into the bark of the tree. My eyes screwed shut as the cold air rushes around my exposed skin.
“Again whore, and show me” he says
“Oh god, please fuck my slutty ass, it’s what I deserve” I say as my hands slip down and I pull my cheeks apart inviting him in. Exposing my puckered pink hole to the world.
“That’s more like it” he chuckles and lines up his thick cock with my hole. He slides in, not fast but not slow either. A constant relentless speed until his cock is completely buried in me. He pauses briefly, bites my earlobe and whispers “mine” before sliding out and back in again. I moan and push back like I’ve been conditioned to do, he knows and all restraint is off, and he’s going to take what he wants, what he needs. He fucks me hard and fast, using my hole to get himself off, to release that tension. My empty cunt dribbles down my thigh and my hands remain holding my cheeks open like I know he likes. He moans and I feel his cock pump deep inside me, cum unloading deep inside his whore.
I whisper “thank you” as he withdraws but do not receive a response. I open my eyes and look around to see him striding off into the forest. He’s left me there, cum dribbling out of my ass. Marked as his.
I smile, pull my leggings up, take a deep breath and slowly resume my run. My pulse still high, cum leaking into my leggings, my wetness drying on my lips and indentations from that Oak on my red face. A perfect Sunday.
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