This is a work of fantasy. It is n
ot about real people,
and if it is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know
them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in
trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?
In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on!
Have fun! Let me know what you like!
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That’s right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask-
we’ll talk.
Emma shook her head. She didn’t care; she was too excited
to care. She was finally going to do it. She drove down to meet him,
her backpack on the seat next to her.
It was a clear, bright morning with no haze in the sky, just the
right kind of day for a hike. Her car crunched over the gravel of the
state sanctuary’s parking lot, the dust flying up before resettling itself.
She saw him there, checking his camera equipment, leaning against the gate
that separated the lot from the trail. She locked up, grabbed her bag
and stepped out.
He saw her, but stayed where he was. When she reached him,
he swept an arm around her, embracing her warmly. “Emma, Glad you could make
it.” She smiled uncertainly. He put his camera back in the bag
at his hip and they took the trail side by side.
They were near the coast. The scent of salt and decaying marsh
were heavy in the air. On one side of the trail was a fairly steep
hill, with deep tree growth. The other side was meadows of salt grass,
bays and inlets that eventually led out to sea. They both knew the place
well, he to photograph, her to hike on the rare occasions she could escape
her life. They hiked quietly for a while, mellow silence in the way that
only good friends can hold. Their silence was suddenly broken when
a fawn leapt across the trail, heading from the salt marsh to the relative
safety of the forest on the other side. James’ finger flicked on the
shutter quickly, catching the fawn’s dappled side as it retreated into the
forest gloom. They smiled at each other, walking side by side. He reached
for her hand softly. She felt the grasp of his fingers, the smoothness
of his skin. She felt rather than saw him watch her; watch the color creep
up her chest to flower in her face. She smiled slightly, knowing what
was to come, knowing her blush only made him want her more.
They continued on, murmuring hello’s to the passing hiker or biker.
It was a fairly popular hike, with many side trails. About three quarters
down the trail, they hit a fork in the road. The trail they were on
was still wide, and neatly kept. The trail off of it was obviously
old, and more of a challenge. It veered away from the shore, back inland.
She tended to choose this path, for not too far ahead was a large field,
where even now, many foundations of Victorian vacation homes could be seen.
The buzz of grasshoppers and cicadas welcomed them to the isolated
field. Off in the distance, you could hear the crashing surf on the
rocky shore, but could not see it between the trees. Emma dropped the
bag off her back, looking around with a sigh.
“It really is lovely up here.” She took a swig out of her water
bottle. “What do you think?”
“There are some great shot ops here. I can see why you like
it. Thanks for bringing me. I’ve never been to this part of the sanctuary
before.” He smiled at her. They wandered around the ruins, finding
a likely place to eat under a spreading ancient apple tree. She pulled a
light blanket out of her backpack, as well as some fruit, and a bit of cheese.
Simple fare. He flopped down beside her, pulling her down next to him.
He sat roman style, on his side, as he munched the grapes and strawberries
she had packed. He reached into his own bag, and pulled out a deep
red wine. He handed it to her after uncorking it and she took a swallow
from the bottle. It was warm, but full flavored as she felt it travel
down her throat. She smiled at him, as they continued eating.
They ate slowly, and spoke quickly, jumping from topic to topic. It
was evident Emma was in a nervous, excited state. Finally, James slowed
her down, pulling her to him. They laid on the blanket, and watched
the clouds above.
“What does that look like?” He asked, pointing to a large cloud
formation.
“Hmmm… a dragon.” She smiled.
“A dragon, where?” he squinted his eyes.
“Look,” She pointed, “there is the wing, the tail…its even breathing
out fire…there…see?” She said with a smirk. “My turn. What do you see in
that cloud?” pointing to a cloud farther to the right.
“A cloud?” his answer earned him a jab in the ribs. “okay okay.
Ummm… a train. The smoke, its wheels…” He pointed up in the air.
She nodded, smiling, relaxed.
Emma was tucked in close to James’ side where she could feel his
body react to her closeness against her skirt. His hand strayed to
her thigh, stroking it in soft circles, before slapping her ass. Her
body jerked, but she cuddled up close again.
“You were going to show me something, weren’t you?” James whispered
in her ear. She reached for her bag quietly, pulling out her favorite
dildo. He murmured in her ear, “Do it, do yourself for me. Let me see
your pussy come.” Her blush crept up her chest as she flipped her skirt
up. It was then he noticed she was sans underwear. She locked
eyes with him, flicked her tongue around the head of her brightly colored
toy, then inserted it in. She moaned softly.
“You like that don’t you? Like me watching you.” He didn’t touch
her, just stared. “Yeah, fuck yourself…” he smiled evilly as she moaned.
He pulled his cock out of his pants as he laid next to her. She stared
at it, wanting it, as she flicked the vibrator on, a harsh groan escaping
her lips. He smirked.
“You want this don’t you? You fucking slut, all you want is a
hard cock, don’t you? Well, maybe if you give me a good show, I’ll
let you suck it off.”
She moved the dildo more quickly, flicking her clit with her other
hand, and holding her outer lips open, so he could watch how her inner lips
clung to the thick shaft.
“Yeah, show me how you fuck your cunt. Get it nice and wet. Fuck
it good.” Her hips undulated, then bucked as she got closer, her breath
coming out in gasps and moans.
“Please let me…” was all she managed to get out.
He knelt at her head, as she turned toward it, and sucked the
head into her mouth, laving it with saliva, before pulling it deeper into
her mouth. But he had other ideas, placing his hands on either side
of her face. “You wanted, it, you’re going to get it, you cock-sucking whore.”
He thrust his cock deep into her throat, making her momentarily gag before
getting control of it. Her finger flicked faster, jerking in near explosion.
He thrust into her mouth hard, fast while she attempted to suck. “Fuck you
suck cock good. You want my cum, don’t you? Can’t get enough of it?
I know what you want.” His pace quickened as her body jerked in a violent
orgasm, her moan surrounding his rod. She felt him swell in her mouth,
and began to reflexively swallow, catching the load of hot cum in her mouth
and throat, nearly coming again herself. She sucked him clean before
he pulled out.
“You’re such a cum slut. I know what you need. Get on your
knees, bitch.” She quickly did so, her back against the trunk of the
tree. He pulled off her shirt, then shucked her skirt off. Pulling her arms
behind her, he tied them. “You want cum, you’ll get cum.” He pulled
a bandana out of his camera bag. He twisted it up, and wrapped it around
her eyes. No longer seeing, she kneeled quietly, trying to hear what
he was doing. What she heard was the buzzing of her toy getting closer.
“You like cock?” she could hear the attitude in his voice. “Fine, you’ll
get it. We’ll see how much you can handle. But in the meantime…” with
that, she felt her toy roughly shoved up her cunt. “I’ll be back.
With company. And you better behave yourself.” She heard
his footsteps through the field, wondering what he was up to. Would
he be back? Would he send someone for her? Her body relaxed as much
as her bindings would allow, yet every time she relaxed, the vibrator in
her dildo would hit her clit, getting her closer to yet another orgasm.
In the meantime, James was making his way back down to the main
trail. He smirked at the situation, at his friend. It was interesting
to him to meet someone who could easily change gears like that, as he did.
Amazed at what she wanted. He got down to the main trail, and looked around.
He could see an elderly couple moving back down to the lot, obviously not
likely. A family going up the trail. A single runner, quite the possibility,
but he ran right past James. Over the hill, he could hear a group of bikers;
2 of them by the sounds. He stood up as they approached.
“Hey guys!” He hollered over the click and whirl of their gears.
The closest one pulled to a stop next to James.
“Something wrong, man?” James inwardly smirked.
“Depends on what you call wrong. Might just be your guys
lucky day.” Then he did smirk.
The biker called his friend over, who had been taking a liquid
break. “What is it?”
“Well, I’m helping out a friend. We could use your help.”
The bikers were clean cut, in their twenties, and willing to help.
“Just follow me.” Like the pied piper he snorted to himself.
Emma moaned, lost in the throes of yet another orgasm as she heard
noise of people. She quickly stifled her voice, hoping that no one’s little
kid had just run off catching her this way. She heard the click and
whirl of bike gears, shivering in fear, anticipation, and embarrassment.
She could hear the murmur of voices, but was too far away to hear the words.
“What the fuck man! How twisted are you?” the first biker said,
staring at the barely visible form of the naked woman tied to the tree across
the field.
“Honestly, guys. When I said I could use your help, I was
serious. My friend had a fantasy. I’m just helping out.
Feel free to ask her if this is her idea, I have nothing to hide. But
she wants this.”
“What exactly is ‘this’?” The other biker spoke up.
“She wanted to suck off a bunch of strangers, be treated like
a slut. And I will vouch, she really knows how to suck cock.” He shifted
a bit at the thought. “But I gotta tell you, she’s a smart woman. Don’t
think I don’t respect her, cuz I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t help her out on
this. I’m here to keep her safe, even if it seems a bit wild.”
The bikers looked at each other. “Give us a second, okay?”
James nodded, “I’ll be over with her.” The men huddled together
talking quickly as
He turned away toward Emma.
He stalked up to her, leaning then whispering in her ear. “They’re
here. They’re looking at you right now, deciding if they want a piece
of slut. Nice looking boys, mountain bikers…now, you’re gonna
be good to them, aren’t you slut? Show them how you suck?” he hissed in her
ear. She nodded slowly.
She felt the shadow of someone near, before she heard their approach.
“Hey lady, my friend and I gotta ask. You want this? This guy
isn’t some lunatic bent on raping you?”
Emma gulped and nodded, then whispered, “Its what I want.”
The second one, quieter than the first, answered. “We’ll
stick around then. At your service, Ma’am.” She blushed, embarrassed at how
sweet this boy was being, feeling a bit warm at the slight accent in his
voice.
James broke in, “don’t waste your manners on her, guys.
She’s just a cum slut. Feed her, and that’s all she needs, isn’t it?”
When she didn’t answer, he roughly twisted her nipples. “I asked a
question bitch, isn’t it?”
She bowed her head, “Yes, I’m a cum slut, fuck my mouth and feed
me…” she moaned.
Emma smiled inwardly at the sound of clothes being shucked
off quickly. She felt the hot silken touch of cock against her cheek.
Her mouth chased it, searching blindly for the head. The guy laughed,
and she noted by the deep baritone, that it was the first one. She
flicked her tongue out, finding his head, and sucked the fleshy tip to pull
it into her mouth. She heard him moan, and say to his friend, “Shit
can she suck! Man just wait to feel it.” He pressed his hips forward and
her tongue churned against the underside of his swelling cock.
Her cheeks hollowed, as she sucked him full pressure, smiling slightly as
she felt his knees buckle and his hands reach out to rest on the trunk of
the tree above her head.
The power was heady, and she began to move slowly up and down
her dildo. She heard the men gasp, and someone murmured, “fuck she
is a slut!” She heard more clothing being removed, and felt his hands come
down to her face. He held her head and began a rhythm. Pressing his hardness
deep into her throat, she moaned, knowing the vibration would excite him
further. His tempo increased, and he began yelling at her.
“Suck my cock, you horny bitch! You fucking cum slut!” She felt
the deep excitement bubble up in her, as though someone had turned on a forgotten
switch inside her. She sucked more forcefully, barely allowing him
to pull his cock out. He gasped as she felt his cock swell, knowing
he was about to spew into her mouth. “You like it hard, don’t you, cocksucker?”
He gasped as he exploded in her mouth.
She drank deeply, swallowing gulp after gulp of cum, straining
to keep him in her mouth as he pulled away. She groaned at the loss, but
didn’t have to wait long when he was replaced. This one was much slower,
much more gentle. Without hearing his voice, she thought this might
be Number Two, as she’d named them in her mind. He pressed his cock
into her mouth slowly, as though he were savoring the experience. She
blew out of her mouth, pressing his cock out, giving him the feeling of resistance.
He moved slowly, pressing deeply on each thrust, his fingers tangled
through her hair. His cock continued to swell, until she was unsure
it would fit in her mouth. Part of her brain not already engaged was
lusting after it, wondering how it would feel in her cunt. He was whispering
under his breath, something she couldn’t hear, but the moaning was getting
her wetter and wetter.
Suddenly, the dildo that had been imbedded in her pussy was yanked
out. She moaned in protest, only to have the feeling of a tongue replace
it. The tongue traced the outside edges of her lips, licking up her moisture.
She wailed into the cock in her mouth, causing him to buck against her.
Her arms tied back, she just let go to the feelings each were stirring in
her.
No longer were they talking to her, but talking to each other.
“Man, this pussy is sweet!” one garbled between licks.
“Her mouth is so soft and tight!”
James, however, was right there, leaning into her ear. “ This
is what you wanted, isn’t it? These guys are all hot for you. The hot
slut, nothing you can’t or won’t do. Yeah, suck his cock til he spews
in your mouth. Come into the guy’s mouth, let his tongue fuck your wet slit.”
She squirmed at the sound of his voice, his words—his tone, making her hotter
and hotter. Then suddenly, the tongue down below her flicked her clit,
and fluttered there. She shrieked into the cock in her mouth, as her
orgasm hit.
The shriek must’ve done it, because suddenly, his tempo increased,
and he was pounding his cock into her mouth. So hard in fact, her head
was hitting the trunk of the tree. She pressed back against it, trying
to save herself from a concussion. Her teeth grazed his thick cock,
as her mouth wouldn’t open any wider. His dick swelled as he pulled
out, spraying her face with his prodigious cum. She flicked out her
tongue, savoring the salty flavor. She felt them both take a step back
as she caught her breath.
“Wow! Thank you. Really. You are one hot lady.” Number One
said.
“Are you sure we can’t do anything for you?” Number Two added.
“No, thanks guys. James will take care of me. You
were both really sweet to do this for me.” Emma smiled from behind the blindfold,
still unaware of the men’s looks.
“Ummm, I guess that means we’ll be going. Come up here often?”
Number Two asked hopefully.
“Dunno, this was the first time. Just have to watch I guess.”
Emma smiled.
She heard the men move their bikes, heard the gears, and the swish
of the grass as they left.
James untied her blindfold. She blinked from the light.
Carefully he untied her arms, and carried her to the blanket, laying her
down on her stomach. “Well? Is it what you expected?” He asked as he
massaged her stiff arms and back.
“I couldn’t really say.” She moaned as he hit a tense spot.
“It was different, I guess, but not in a bad way, not in a better way; just
different. I wouldn’t mind doing something like that again though.
I’ve never cum so hard before or been quite so excited!” She rolled her head
to see him. “Thank you.” She said it softly, sincerely.
He smiled at her. “I’ll admit, I thought it was a bit weird when
you first asked for my help. I’m glad you asked me though; trusted
me enough. And you were right, it was really hot seeing those guys on you
like that. He reached over and pulled out her water bottle, which she accepted
gratefully. She rolled off her stomach, and onto her back, resting
her head in his lap.
“You spend too much time reading online smut, James. I’ve
never heard you use language like that.” Emma smiled.
James snickered. “Well, you said you wanted to be treated like
a slut.” He shrugged. “I had to do some research you know!” He stroked
her hair. “I’m just glad I could be here for you.”
“You’ve always been there for me, James. Odd, isn’t it,
that we never hooked up?” They sat there, staring at each other for
a moment, unsure of what should be said next. The moment dragged,
then passed.
“We should probably clean you up!” James looked at her cum
covered body. “Lets see if we can’t sneak you down to the shore, and
get some of it off.”
With that, they quickly packed up, and scurried through the trees,
to the seldom used beach.