Freak Show

by Richards, J

  My back arches with the powerful pleasure you are causing me. I want to come so badly, the pressure of my orgasm burns in the base of my spine but you stop touching me every time I get too close to slipping over the edge. Over and over you bring me to the peak with the tip of your talented tongue or the gentle strokes of your fingers between my drooling pussy lips but it’s never enough.

  My nipples are as hard as the rocks in the river’s bed and my moans of pleasure are echoing against the trees, but still you tease me. My clit feels so swollen I know at this point it must look like a teeny tiny penis. Hard and aching for someone to fuck it into orgasm.

  Tears leak from my eyes at my desperate need but it doesn't make you change your actions. It feels like hours have passed that you’ve been between my thighs, nipping and kneading at my over sensitive skin without allowing me release.

  I feel water being splashed against my legs and look down the length of my body to see you picking up a smooth rounded river rock. Every muscle in my body tightens as I watch you bring the cold rock to my too hot skin. Your skilled fingers roll it against my inner thigh. Up one side and down the other until the rock is no longer wet but dried by my feverish flesh.

  Again you dunk it back into the gurgling water and lower the hard bump to my swollen, deprived clit. My eyes squeeze shut as I scream out with the pleasure the pressure brings my throbbing body. My orgasm floods from me, wrecking my body in convulsing shivers I can’t even think to stop. My body is no longer under my control but bucking against your hand with a mind of its own. Soon the pleasure becomes too much and I beg for you to stop but you keep rolling the rock in unknown patterns, keeping my orgasm going until I’m sure I’ll pass out.

  I scream and beg for mercy but it falls on deaf ears as you continue. Your mouth meets my thighs in sweet soft kisses but your fingers keep moving the rock against my weeping cunt. Soon you are forcing me into another orgasm. You keep going until the aftershocks of this last orgasm slow and my body slumps against the rock under me.

  Finally, thankfully, you drop the rock back into the water and cup river water into your hands. You pour it over my belly and I squeal against the sensation. It’s so cold compared to the temperature of my burning flesh and chill bumps awaken all along my frame.

  Sweetly, you lean down to kiss my jaw and I relax into the touch of your lips. Foolishly, really for I should have known better. Your hand then grabs my soaked, slippery cunt and you squeeze like a vice.

  More tears fall from my eyes as you hold me tight. "Whose fucking pussy is this?" Your voice is in complete contrast to your hands strength. It’s soft and sweet as if you were cooing to a baby.

  "Yours!" I cry out my answer, the only answer I can think of and my hips jerk up into your hold. The Duct Tape keeps my legs in place no matter how much I thrash against it and your hand on my pussy.

  "Cum again" You bark and my entire body jumps at the command. Two of your knowing fingers pound into my soft swollen pussy and I yell out, my strained voice bouncing off the water and the trees lining the river. You chuckle as I break for you, shattering into your palm. "That’s a pleasing sound, bitch" You growl before kissing my lips delicately.

  You look down at me, deep into my blurry eyes and grin. Roughly, you yank at my ankles, ripping the tape holding me to the rock, which causes a burning sting to cover each ankle. Without giving me time to adjust to the freedom, you fold my body. My ankles now against your shoulders and your hand rubs my exposed lower lips and down to my ass hole. I use my ankles to pull your body closer and my ass fills your hands.

  "I know, little girl.” Your deep voice sooths my frazzled nerves. “Daddy knows what you need."

  My eyes roll back into my head at your words and I feel your hands leave my ass in order for you set your cock free. The smooth flesh of your cock head touches lightly against my tight asshole and I force myself to exhale to allow you to press inside my body. I groan as you fill me, but you’re moving too slow. Only half an inch of your cock has breached the tight ring of muscles that makes up my anus and I want you deeper.

  I want you to fuck me hard but your pace is gentle, tormenting me like always. Your cock pops free from my asshole as you tilt to the side to dig into the river for another pebble. I shake my head fiercely, my clit still too sensitive from earlier. The other hand palms your cock and /drags it through my slippery pussy lips, lubing your dick with my body’s own pleasure. Now that your cock is soaked in my juice’s you fit the bulbous head against my back entrance again and your hips move a bit harder as you grind it inside of me but your pace is still painfully slow.

  With your cock filling my ass and my ankles locked around your neck I forget almost everything around me. Nothing matters but the pumping of your hips and the groans that rumble in your chest. I pull at my arms but the tape still traps them above my head. I want so badly to touch you and show you how much I love you fucking my ass but I’m unable to do anything but accept what you give me.

  One of your hands lowers to my throat. The pressure is tight but not enough to scare me. My breathing slows and my head gets light and dizzy. The lack of air makes your cock feel bigger, stronger, better and you work it in and out of my body.

  The chilled pebble in your other hand finds my clit and you press it hard, I begin to cum and you grunt, fucking me harder now. My body contracts, choking your cock in my anus and my pleasure leaks out from my empty pussy to drip down my ass crack and coat your shaft each time you withdraw it from my ass. Which only makes it easier for you to beat me into the flat rock as you take my ass.

  “Little girl,” You growl and bring focus to my scattered brain. I flutter my eyes until I can focus of your face which appears strained and in need of something.

  “Daddy,” I pant as my body shivers under you.

  “Your ass is squeezing this dick good girl.” My body reacts by twitching in pleasure and fresh cum is milked from my contracting cunt to lube your cock. A few more powerful strokes deep into my ass make your face flush but not nearly as deep a color as I am. Without notice you pull your dick from my ass and slam it home into my hot pussy.

  I scream a wail of shock and pleasure as you pummel into me, chasing your own orgasm now. Your eyes close and you grip my legs to pull them from your neck down to your waist. Again, I lock myself around you and hump against your thrust. I want to please you, to feel your cock swell and twitch as it empties for me.

  “Please,” I gasp. I’m begging for your cum but you don’t seem to hear me. My back aches and stings from being fucked against the flat river rock but the added pain only makes me feel everything more.

  Your body jerks and locks deep within me and seconds after I feel your cock spewing into my depths. Hot and wet, my body throbs around your cock trying to drain every drop from your balls.

  “Th-thank you.” I purr as you drop your weight on top of me. Moments pass where you rest above me. The sounds of our labored breathing and the river are calming after such a work out. Birds sing their songs in the trees above us and the wind picks up from a gentle breeze to a strong gust.

  “It’s time for us to go, sweet girl.” You moan into my ear as you pull your now soft cock from my body. I feel empty without you but nod. The sun has changed positions in the sky and I know soon the trail will become filled with families and people walking their dogs. It takes very little time for you to remove the rest of the tape from my wrists and help me into the water.

  We sit for a little while, my limbs resting in the cool water as my back is pressed to your chest. You whisper sweet words into my ear. Words expressing your pleasure in me and how proud you are of my actions and reactions during today’s play.

  My belly growls which makes you chuckle. “Time to feed you, I see.” You pick me up and carry me to the shore all while I kiss at your neck and throat. When we reach the riverbank you order me to dry off with a towel from the back pack and to dress again. Of course I obey and soon we are making the trek back down the mountain’s side and to you
r car. We pass no fellow hikers on our way back down and I’m grateful, for my mind is still full of the sights and sounds from our river play.

  Back at the car you reveal a picnic basket and hold your elbow out for me to take. I slip my arm around yours and let you lead me to the opposite side of the parking area than our trail was. Here there is a small spread of picnic tables and a few little grills for campers or swimmers to use while visiting the park.

  I sit at the table while you unload our basket and my mind swirls with how thoughtful you are and how much I enjoy being with you even when we aren’t playing sex games. Our gazes meet and you lean close enough to kiss my lips.

  “I’ve had a really great day with you Daddy.” I smile at you as you open the top to a beer and hand it to me.

  “Oh, but we’ve only just begun, little girl.”

  The End.

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  Author Bio

  I'm J. Richards, a twenty-seven-year-old mother and wife. I like to joke that I am a Yankee born, southern raised, Cali Girl.

  One of the pleasures of being a military spouse is being able to travel and live around this great country of ours.

  I was born in a small town in New Hampshire and moved to Georgia when I was eighteen to marry the man of my dreams.

  Against all odds and the doubts of many we have been happily married for eight years and are raising a wild child.

  I have always loved reading and I write the stories I want to read. In 2015, with encouragement from a friend, I submitted a short story to a publisher and was beyond surprised when they wished to publish it.

  More than anything, I love each and every one of my readers and greatly appreciate the time people take to leave me reviews and offer feedback on my work. I know everyone says "without you, I wouldn't be who I am," but it’s more than true. If the feedback I've received wasn't as great as it is, or the support I'm blessed with wasn't there, I'm not sure I would have kept pushing.

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  “My Best Friend’s Soldier”

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  An Agitated Gentleman

  Sinners

  Drenched in Dominance

  Soaked in Pleasure

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