Arriving at the dog park late one spring evening, you bring your pup through the double gates and unhook her lead. As soon as the clip is released, she scampers off like a shot, kicking up dust in her path as she weaves through the trees, barking her introduction to the other dog sniffing around in the grass at the far end. You gather the leash in your hand, taking a seat on the slatted bench across from the entrance.
I toss a tennis ball to my dog and let her return it, scratching her head when she drops it and then launching it back into the grass, watching the dogs chase and tumble through the gravel. Your dog pounces on it as it bounces and guards it, growling when mine comes near. I leave the dogs to play and rinse my hands by the spigot for the large metal bowls filled with water for the animals. I stride over to you with a smile and take a seat on the bench next to you.
Making small talk, I am mesmerized by your deep eyes and beautiful face. I casually lean back, flicking my hair at my temple, my thick fingers pushing up the auburn strands, and I catch you mirroring my movements, giggling and casting your eyes down when you aren’t checking up on your dog, bounding back and forth over the bridges and tunnels of the park.
As your attention is drawn to the dogs, I lean over and tap your shoulder to catch your attention, causing you to turn with a start, your lips catching mine. There is a pause, then you press your face closer, our breath mixing in the twilight. I brush your cheek with the tops of my fingers, letting them extend as I draw my hand down your neck. I catch the zipper on your vest, slowly lowering it as our foreheads touch, your look dripping with desire.
The clacking of the zipper teeth as they separate ends with a tug, your top falling open, exposing the thin cami underneath, your breasts stretching the thin fabric, held motionless by the breath caught in your throat. I slide my finger up your stomach, catching the silky garment and lifting it until it pulled taut, snapping back down, barely saving your modesty.
I push the leash from your hand, pulling you closer to me as you straddle my lap, one hand leading yours across my body as the other scoops your bottom. My firm grasp presses your body to mine, your hair dropping around my face as I crane forward, kissing and nibbling your neck to your ear, a whispered growl penetrating your mind, “I want you.”
I slip the vest from your shoulders, pinning your arms behind you, bound by the garment. I lick down your chest from your collarbone to the neckline of the undershirt, then across your cleavage and back up the other side, playfully nipping your flesh. Removing the vest, I yank and twist my fingers, folding it on the bench beside us. You quickly glance around, ensuring we are still alone before crossing your arms behind my neck, kissing me passionately. My jeans tighten and bulge underneath you, pressing against your slit through your thin yoga pants. I can feel your heat and wetness seeping through the fabric. I lift the cami over your head, wrapping it around my fist, stroking up your spine and looping it around your neck, arching your back as I bite down on your stiff nipples.
Your nails dig into my arms as the sensation jolts your body, the hair tickling your fingertips as it stands alight, every nerve prickles with anticipation. I pull down on the bind around your neck, causing your body to slide back off the bench and into a bend. Your mouth mere inches from my straining cock, barely contained by the denim. I slip my hand into your waistband, my finger tracing your slit and easily pushing inside your wetness.
I circle your bud with my fingers, lifting your chin to bring your gaze to mine as I brush your lips with my thumb. I stroke slowly, teasingly as my rough skin is coated with your slick juices. I feel your thighs quiver against my hand as your knees nearly buckle, closing your lips to muffle your scream. I grab the twisted cami, spinning your body around to sit on your vest. Standing up, I nudge you to the center of the bench, taking the leash and passing the end through the loop over your one wrist, then knotting it over the other at the far end, your elbows pinned to the top slat, pushing your chest out towards me as I caress your bare skin with my eyes.
Unzipping my fly, I stand over you on the bench, pulling my cock free of my pants. I rest my knees against the top of the bench, sternly staring into yours as I move the throbbing head closer to your lips. You eagerly take as much as you can, sputtering as the thick shaft fills your mouth to the back of your throat. Grasping your hair, I use your mouth, slowly rocking my hips back and forth as I groan in delight. I feel your confidence grow as you take my shaft between your lips, your tongue sliding left and right under my cock. The bracing taste of precum floods your tongue as I withdraw, your breath hot on my flesh.
Hopping back off the bench, I kneel on the grass as I slip your leggings down, then pushing your feet into the air, exposing your soaking wet cunt before I begin lapping at your wetness, my tongue seeking your clit and your pleasured moans indicating I have found it. I lick slowly, up and down over your swollen bud, the wide flatness of my tongue parting your lips. You’re barely aware of our dogs coming over to sniff near us, then bounding off again as the waves of ecstasy fill your body.
I wrap my arm around both legs before I slide my finger into your dripping cunt, curling them against my chin as the tips press and stroke your spot, in alternate tempo to my licks on your clit. I gently suck on your firm flesh, sending pleasurable sensations straight to your core. I lose my grip on your leg as they start to shake, thrusting your hips against my mouth as you cum and flood my tongue with your sweet juices.
As the sun sets I yank your pants from your ankles, draping them over the back of the bench, leaving you naked except for your sneakers. Releasing your wrists, I lift you to stand, raising your arm over your head as I press my now shirtless body against your nude figure. My cock slides between your damp thighs. I clutch the leash hanging from your wrist, now draped between your breasts in my fist at your waist, as my other hand strokes your clit to another release, your quivering body squeezing my shaft between your legs.
I push you forward against the chain link fence, my body behind you in an instant, keeping your hand in a hole as I bind you in place. I reach between your legs, pushing the head of my cock into your pussy, stretching you around the firm thickness. I hold onto the fence as my other hand moves from your clit to your breasts, stroking, squeezing, pinching and tugging. The force of my thrusts shakes the fence, a light clinking turning to loud metallic clanking as I drive my cock into you over and over.
I pin your body to the fence, the cool metal pressing into the flesh of your chest and thighs. I pound your cunt again and again, my bulging cock pushing against your spot as my fingers rub your clit, every thrust met with a downstroke of my hand. My teeth sink into your shoulder as my grunting growls get louder, my breaths steaming on your skin. The rhythmic clanking of the fence echoes in your ears, your squeals of pleasure punctuating my moans of ecstasy. I feel your body tense, shake, and go limp as you cum once more, sliding down my shaft as it throbs inside you. I barely slip out and slide my cock between your cheeks before you feel my hot sticky cum pumping out, landing on your ass. I pull you from the fence, my hand at your throat, guiding your lips to mine, kissing you passionately between gulping, sated breaths.
I lay you onto the bench, and as you regain motion in your limbs, I dress, and after leashing my dog, press her tag with my number into your palm. I kiss your forehead and whisper, “Call me, sometime.” As your head drops back, you look up at me walking out of the park. Your dog obediently stays at your side until you gather your clothes and drive home, spent and fulfilled.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7vauxl/down_in_the_park_mf_exhib_bd_oral_piv