This is a work of fantasy. It is not 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! 
Oh, and I work hard on my writingso guess what? Its mine. That's right boys and 
girlsits copyrightedso if you want it? Just ask- we'll talk. 
 
Dryad  
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Sanctuary (M+F, group, bdsm (mild),hum, oral, exhib, toys)

What was she doing?

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 tailits even breathing out 
firetheresee?" 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  
bikersnow, 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 wordshis 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.


Fin

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