When Toby arrived at the entrance of the woods, her car parked on the road, the first thing she did was kick off her slippers and wrench down her pink sweats. She shuddered as the morning breeze tickled her bare legs, its cool whispers soothing her lubed-up asshole and teasing her drenched pussy. It was finally the day of the great game; the wildest match of hide and go seek in human history.
Her shirt came off next, falling to the asphalt without a sound. Her heartbeat raced as she knelt forward, feeling her cheeks part to greet the dark sky as she picked up her clothes and threw them into her car. The road was barren. The trees whispered to each other, but the birds were still asleep. It had stormed all night, but she could see the stars and the crescent moon now, bright as ever. The world smelled of the enchanting aftermath: lush and alive. Toby wondered if her men had come, if they were watching from the shadows.
The sun wouldn’t be up for at least another hour, so everything was still awash in darkness and blue and quiet. She grabbed her little pouch, locked her car, then dashed into the woods before she chickened out and drove all the way back home. But she’d driven two hours to get here, touching herself and moaning. There was no turning back.
She’d been planning this for weeks. The messages had gone out online, and so many people had volunteered to share this special day with her. Toby would be roaming these woods today. If someone was lucky (or skilled) enough to hunt her down, they would get to mount and stuff her. She would be their feral little goddess. The very thought made her stop and lean against a thick tree trunk. The soil felt mushy between her toes. Everything smelled of green and life. She figured this would be a good place to set up, so she opened her pouch and grabbed the fake fox ears. The wind teased her hair as she fastened them on.
Then Toby squatted down, shut her eyes, and pressed the tip of the stainless-steel butt plug between her cheeks. It had a faux fox tail attached, and she moaned to the quiet morning as it gently made its way inside. It was cold and hard and perfect and already she felt like one of the wild things. She’d lubed up with coconut oil the entire morning, fingering and teasing herself in preparation for the hunt.
She wondered if anyone would actually show. Surely no one was as strange as she was? But surely someone was as horny as she felt?
When the piece was completely inside her, the puffy tail dangling between her legs, Toby knelt forward on all fours and howled like she’d practiced in her bedroom. This was her mating call, the signal that would begin the hunt. She waited for a moment, keeping low and near to the ground, her heart beat so loud she wondered if she’d hear anything at all.
Then Toby heard the crackle between the trees. Shouts sounded all around her. And she grinned, a wide fierce grin, feeling happier and wilder than ever before. If they caught her, they would fuck her. She was drooling in anticipation.
Without glancing back, she darted into the woods. A part of her wanted to shriek and let every single creature know how badly she wanted to get fucked, but she didn’t want to be found so quickly. She wanted to be chased first. Then she wanted someone strong to catch her. To pet her hair as she licked them all wild like. She wanted to be spanked silly. She wanted to be fucked into the soil while someone pulled on her hair and her tail. Toby ran faster and faster as wicked thoughts coursed through her mind, propelling her forward. The further away she got, the more she wanted to be captured by the countless shadows that were in pursuit.
The woods were lush; the leaves and trunks she touched were still wet. Last night, she worried that the downpour would never end, but now she found herself in the perfect environment. The aroma of lust clung to the air: the thick velvety love affair of earth and sky felt heavy in her lungs. Every breath made her want to drop to the ground and wag her ass till someone discovered her. But these were her woods. She’d grown up running between the roots and chasing rabbits and camping with her friends and family. There were no paths or signs, just nature. If anyone was going to be doing the hunting today, it would be her.
Toby ran around thick trees, leaped over fallen branches, and darted around deeper into the woods. She could hear everyone behind her, around her, struggling to catch up. They all wanted her. They all wanted to fuck her. And out here in the wild, there would be no laws, no need to be quiet.
She headed for her favorite place: a tiny cove hidden by a thicket of oak trees beside a creek. One of the trees, the oldest and largest, was her favorite. A few times a month, she’d come up here to get away from the city. She spent hours here reading, writing down naughty thoughts, and fingering herself. When she arrived, she rolled between the roots and leaned against the tree, panting, but trying to keep sound to a minimum.
Toby bit her bottom lip to stifle a squeal when she heard rapid footfalls pass by her hideout. They were so close. The sun peaked from the corner of the sky. The darkness was giving away to a purple haze, and she wanted to be found before it was light.
“I’m in here,” she whispered, sliding a hand down her belly to find her soaking trembling pussy.
More men passed by with hungry looks in their eyes and determination in their steps, at least that’s what she imagined. She couldn’t see them in the dark. But she was naked and pale, and she had no doubt that her pheromones would give her away. So many adoring fans, all out in the woods, chasing their prize. Next time she would have to invite women to play. To be huntresses. To be hunted. Her mind raced with ideas on improving her little game, and that was why she never saw the hand that slipped out of the shadows from behind and clamped itself over her mouth.
Her eyes went wide, and she screamed as she was jerked backward off her feet, straight into her hiding place. A man had found her; she knew when she felt his raging hard cock against her ass. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, but he didn’t make a sound. This was another rule: no words, just capture and fuck. Yet, it had still taken her completely by surprise. Her heart was pounding, her pussy more than ready, but his fingers had covered her scream. No one else had heard. His hand went to her throat then to her breasts as he rubbed up against her. She swayed her hips and felt his other hand slide across her belly.
Then the man pulled her down, kissing her shoulder blades, the ridges of her spine. He tugged gently on her tail before he licked both of her cheeks. Toby knelt forward till her face was near the base of the tree and wagged her ass. She’d forbidden foreplay as well; this was all about embracing her wilder side.
He spread her legs with a rough hand, and she moaned when his finger brushed her soaked lips. He paused for a moment, holding his hand against her as if he were reconsidering her rule, but Toby clenched her butt and made the tail swish. His attention returned.
Grunting, he released her. She heard the buckle of his belt but didn’t turn back and look. She wanted to be surprised. When she felt him against her, she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her sounds. They could still hear footfalls of the rummaging going on around them, others eager to find her. But here in her secret little cove, they could fuck undisturbed if they weren’t too loud. She thought maybe she should suck on her buttplug to keep her sounds to a minimum, but that was when he seized her by the hips and thrust with all his might.
Toby gasped and clutched the wrinkled roots, squeezing them and trying to internalize the moans she wanted to let out. But a whimper slipped.
The man clapped his hand over her face again, covering her mouth and whispering for her to shut the fuck up. She moaned into his fingers, swaying her hips. His cock was sizeable and thick; it spread her lips and filled her completely. With every shuddering inhale through her nose, she felt him throbbing inside her, reaching deep into her soul.
He gave her a moment to adjust, kissing the top of her head, his chest on her back, but then he took control. With smooth rapid strokes, he slammed into her so hard that the fleshy smacks of her ass against him filled her head like the rhythm of a war drum. Her tail flapped back and forth, and she sucked his fingers into her mouth. They tasted salty, but she didn’t care. His grip on her hips promised to leave marks; her mind was slipping into the how good it felt to finally get fucked so hard by a complete stranger.
In the darkness between the roots, her hands and legs covered in grass stains and soil, Toby shut her eyes and focused on the movements of their bodies. She felt the ripples of her buttcheeks as the man grunted and thrust without a shred of mercy. She sucked on his fingers, her mouth wide around his entire hand, making her choke and gag. He pulled on her tail. He pulled on her hair. He called her his bitch, his whore, his little forest slut. And she was saying yes, yes, yes to every single name.
Something feral stirred within her. Toby felt like one of the wild creatures, feeling his massive cock smash into her, hitting the depths of her core, pushing out every single drop of innocence. Next time she would make it even more out of control. She would use leashes and collars and set up hidden cameras. Her heart skipped a frantic beat, and she felt a massive uprising within her: like a tidal wave just about to smash into an unsuspecting beach.
She lunged forward, spitting out his fingers to collapse. She gulped down sweet luscious helpings of air. She had to let it out. She couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The man’s grip on her tail forced the buttplug out from her tight asshole. His cock slipped from her pussy, and that was the final straw.
Toby buried her face in the soil and squirted as an untamable wail filled her lips. Her ass remained in the air, shaking and trembling as she splattered the rich earth with her juices.
Gasping for breath, she moaned and panted, her body unwilling to respond as she bit grass and felt the results of her orgasm run down her legs in hot ribbons. She felt as if she were dissolving, the summer morning breeze flowing gentle and pleasant. She felt bliss in every lungful, every gasping, shuddering breath that shot pleasure out of her spirit and straight into her veins.
It was a transformation, a reversion to something primal. A being without thought, devoted to sweetness. And when the cascading pleasures slowed to a gentle humming, she lay between the roots, purring and not yet ready to stand. She wanted to bask in the warmth of her orgasm for as long as she could.
But serious movement had begun all around their secret cove. Countless footfalls and snapping twigs. They’d heard her. Every single one of them had come, tearing through the forest to find her covered in soil and drenched in her own juices. The chase was over. The hunt had ended.
Still, between the roots of her favorite tree with her ass presented for all to see, Toby smiled as she wagged it back and forth. The buttplug lay forgotten beside her, but there wouldn’t be any more need for it. The sun was rising; light danced shyly between the branches.
“Come and get me,” she whispered, preparing to wake up the entire woods with her lust.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8grm3a/i_want_you_to_hunt_me_and_stuff_me_mf_outdoors
Story taken from r/yeseniafaye