by Dusty Miller
She drank deeply, not quite knowing when she would get another. He searched her eyes. She couldn’t look away from Braden’s face, rough but kindly, powerful and masculine.
“I was kind of hoping you’d say that.” God, this was really happening.
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They had come to some sort of psychological moment.
“Okay, I want you up on your knees.”
Gulping a little at a sudden stab of fear. but determined to get there, Heather rolled over, trying to keep herself up off the ground a bit, and then she was on all fours, but this wasn’t right.
“No, sit up. Put your bum down.”
Braden was taking her at her word. It was like it just went on and on and on…
Heather felt the rough skin of her heels up against her tender buttocks, and remembered with yet another wrench of excitement that her legs were smooth and hairless. He squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples and she wriggled in pleasure, trying to get back at him. If only she could see what was happening to her, and what she looked like. Oh, God, what was Braden seeing, out there in the wan moonlight? One of her fantasies was to do it with people watching. A sharp wrench of madness went through her. She had mentioned that to him…
As if sensing her thoughts, Braden spoke again as he knelt now in front of Heather, wrapping his arms around her, touching her all over with strong fingers and pressing the fronts of their bodies together. His hands went to her ass, filmed now with light, sweet sweat.
“You look fantastic. Tell me what you want.”
“I want everything.”
They kissed some more and then Braden stood up.
“I want to watch.” She wanted to stare into Braden’s pubic hair from as close as she could get.
She wanted to see the cock coming up to her mouth…
She wanted to see his face when she did it. To stare into his eyes and know what was happening to you, to him. Braden was beautiful.
“Not just yet, bitch.” Then, as Heather tried to put her hands around but couldn’t, finally deciding to hold the backs of Braden’s upper legs with both hands, that gorgeous cock sought out Heather’s mouth, but by bending and pulling back, Braden only let her kiss it and lick at the tip of it in frustrated blindness.
“Please, please, master. Let me show you, master…” The tip was so soft and warm against her lips, the slot on the end inviting to the tongue…the taste indescribable.
“Show me what?”
For that Heather had no answer, as finally the big man moved closer and Heather dove on, marveling at the taste and the heat and the weight of the thing. It was huge, meaty in her mouth as she indulged that long-held fantasy. Finally, the fantasy was realized, and it was everything she had thought it would be, and more. It was wonder. Sheer wonder. She was doing it.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…”
“You look so good in the moonlight.” Braden’s hands stroked her soft shoulders and head and neck as Heather came up for air. “Beautiful, beautiful, Heather.”
He rubbed her up and down, squeezing her ass and digging in his fingernails a little.
“Film it. Please, master?”
“What?” Braden was torn.
It would take a minute to set up. But he honestly thought Heather would get scared if he really did it. They’d talked about it, of course. Her long silken tresses hung down in careless disarray. Her long limbs glowed in the firelight. She was a picture he would never forget.
After several deep dives onto his cock, Heather spoke again in a breathy out-gush of sheer lust.
“I have a camera. In my gear, in the tent…” She pulled on Braden’s legs and lovingly sucked some more penis, moaning and sort of purring along in her throat.
She tried to chuckle.
“That way I don’t have to worry…” She meant if they used her camera.
Braden understood that she was a little worried about it getting about, but after all he had a life and a job in the real world too.
“Well, it’s good to see you’ve gotten over your shyness, my lovely little cocksucker.”
Heather pulled off again and turned her face up, mouth set in an impish pout.
“I really am a whore, you know. Oh, God, why did I wait so long! Come on, Braden, the camera only takes a minute. And maybe I really do have to pee after all.”
It seemed Heather was learning how to manipulate.
But Braden was not entirely displeased. This looked like being a fun week in the woods. When Heather got enough moral courage screwed up, she would be game for anything, and Braden had a few more ideas on that score. With a little training, Heather would make a bitch of the first order, eminently suggestible, trusting, available…horny as hell, and as eager as they came. She had every reason to keep a secret, too. She had all the nicest kinks. They had the lake and each other all to themselves.
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As Braden lay propped up by life-jackets, controlling Heather’s pace, taking his time and enjoying the sight of Heather’s back and bum as she lovingly went up and down on her first-ever cock, Braden reached over and rummaged around in his bag. Finding what he sought, he threw two or three condoms onto the corner of the blanket, and then put a rubber glove on his right hand.
“Master?”
“Yes?”
“You promised to tell me what you’re doing.” Heather’s eyes were in dark shadows, back to the fire so Braden could see her breasts bobbing around.
Braden had finally allowed her to see, and the blindfold hung on her neck like a scarf.
“Hmn. First, I’m sending you for a pee. That’s an order, bitch—and when you come back we can finish off the wine.”
Heather looked at her hobbles, but then nodded submissively.
“Hopefully this won’t take too long to go down.” Braden faced a challenge as he had to go too.
Braden managed his pee before Heather, but then this was all so new to her. Finally she hobbled back to the fire, where Braden was in the middle of the blanket and flat on his back. He had a rubber glove on one hand…
Heather dropped down on the left side, and got in close. Braden kissed her and gave a little tug on her bum so she slid right up on top of him. With her knees up a bit, Heather caught sight of the condoms.
“Thank you. I really mean that, Braden.” She was in better control of herself now. “Thank you for the fantasy…thank you so much for this.”
He stroked her hair and said nothing. They clung together, just resting for a moment.
“I could impale myself on you right now. You’re a beautiful man.” She was teasing, but she had her wrists over Braden’s head and so she went in for a kiss.
She was more aggressive now, and their tongues fought inside of Braden’s mouth as they stared at each other eye-ball to eye-ball.
With a wrench, Braden broke free.
“I’m thinking it’s time for that spanking now.” Heather let him up as she spun around and plunged her mouth down on Braden’s penis again.
With a lick of saliva, Braden found that delicious looking bottom and with his left hand on Heather’s lower back, telegraphed his next move as his rubber-clad finger went into Heather’s ass all the way up to the joint.
Heather loved it, her spreading of the behind and guttural sounds of pleasure were unmistakable. Braden thrust in and out, gently at first but then harder and harder and Heather went up and down.
“Thank you master.” Heather had to breathe once in a while. “Oh, God, I love it.”
“Slow down there, slave. And I think you’re right. Definitely time for that spanking.”
Tossing the glove aside, Braden handed Heather her glass and she drank, looking very calm and comfortable with the situation.
“What’s the spanking for?”
“I shouldn’t tell you, or you’ll just do it again.”
Heather nodded seriously at that.
“You may be right.” She managed a shy smile.
“But basically, it’s for being a
good girl.”
Heather blushed, and looked all solemn all of a sudden, her face hanging, but then she looked up with clear eyes and a calm visage.
Braden had one more thing on the program, as the camera’s eye on its remote tripod recorded the whole scene with emotionless rigor. Heather gasped as the sticky fluid came out of the bottle and went all over her back and shoulders.
“Rub that around, and then you can do me. Here, I’ll help.” Braden carefully smeared the oil all over her, lavishing attention to her breasts, lovely and firm, and Heather’s mouth was wide open as she reciprocated.
She still seemed to get all out of breath from time to time.
Braden looked shiny and powerfully masculine in the firelight. Braden was going to fuck her.
Oh, God, Braden was going to fuck her…
Now Braden pulled one last item out of the bag, a tightly-packed rain sheet in clear plastic. He made Heather stand off to one side in the warm amber firelight.
Spreading it on top of the other blanket, he made Heather sit there on all fours like a dog, as he went down and knelt beside her.
He gave Heather two or three fairly hard smacks on the ass, bringing a cry and tears of genuine pain to go along with her passion. He made her wait and then gave her a few more. He stood in front of her, and slapped his cock across her face. She lunged and dove for it, but came up disappointed.
“There.” He went around for a long look at her, marveling at the sight, and then stood in front as Heather came up on her knees and sucked on his cock some more, in a fit or frenzy of lust and pleasure.
Braden’s teasing had to end at some point.
Then the two of them were huddling on the drop-sheet, face to face as Braden hugged Heather, and kissed her some more, reaching around and finger-fucking her while she squirmed and wiggled and giggled, raving in her lust like a lunatic, and then it was time.
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Sitting quietly facing one another, Braden gave Heather a ring, and then brought out a fresh lipstick, something he’d bought on the way on pure impulse.
“Here, let me put that on for you.”
Heather’s eyes showed a hint of tears and she looked at the ring.
“It’s a friendship ring. You don’t have to wear it at work I guess.”
She held up her hand and looked at the foreign, alien thing. This was the kind of emotion she’d never even imagined. Braden liked her. She liked him a lot.
“You look very hot.” Braden picked up a condom and proffered it in Heather’s direction. “Are you still with me?”
“Yes, Braden.” Heather accepted the condom, and looking as shy as a bride on her wedding night, her eyes having to look and focus on the thing, she took it out of the packet.
She stared at his face but said nothing. She took a deep breath.
“One last lick.” She curled down and took her time about making sure Braden’s cock was nice and hard before slipping the rubber on and unrolling it down the shaft.
She took a half second to admire her handiwork, stroking and squeezing his cock in a brief delay of her own.
She came back up and lay there quietly looking into Braden’s eyes. For a moment, they said nothing. Then deliberately, with a wink, Heather acknowledged some unspoken agreement.
“It’s either that or another spanking.”
Braden told her to face away from him, and fingered her some more down there.
His breath was hot in Heather’s ear as he spooned up close and licked all up and around her neck and face. Braden made her turn her head and he kissed Heather’s eyes. Heather wanted lots of romantic cuddling. It felt so wonderful. She never wanted it to stop. His smell enveloped her and she would never forget this moment.
“You know you’re naked, out in the woods with a strange man, and that he’s going to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“You know that this sometimes…it usually hurts the first time or two?”
“Um, yes. I know, Braden, I know.”
Braden wrapped his left arm under and around so he could pinch Heather’s right nipple as his finger probed.
“You look marvelous.” He pulled his finger out, taking up the position again. “Just looking at you—”
Heather could feel the tip of his cock right at her anus now, and she was very still and quiet. Braden’s right hand, freshly lubed up with oil, clutched her pubis, one finger finding her clitoris, and his mouth was right there at her ear.
“Yeah, you love this. Don’t you?”
“I love it, master, and would you please fuck me now…?”
Braden shoved it in a short distance. Her cunt was wonderfully tight.
“Does that hurt?”
“A little.”
“I told you it would. I’m just going to go slow at first.” Heather nodded in agreement and Braden paid extra special attention to kissing her, talking to her, and stroking her, as his new and beautiful bitch, oily and shining to perfection, gasped and moaned and babbled sweet nothings, in pure, torrid, manic passion.
After driving her into a long series of orgasms, shuddering in a kind of sweet madness, a mix of a little pain and a lot of pleasure, he put her on her back and untied her hands and feet. Then, with their mouths and eyes locked, he drove it inside of her with deep, strong thrusts as she thrashed and moaned and ultimately screamed in her tormented joy, staring wide-eyed and calling his name over and over again.
Beside them the fire snapped and popped, but the lovers were oblivious to it and all of the other low sounds of the woods at night around them.
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They had agreed on no last-minute theatrics. Exhausted but also sated and fulfilled, they sat in Braden’s charcoal grey Escalade a week later.
Heather was so tempted to strip off and just go for it, with the windows tinted so dark she doubted if anyone at the boat launch could see them.
“So. What do you think of all this?”
Heather put her hand on Braden’s thigh and spoke in an even tone. She was a lot more relaxed with herself now, and yet there were still doubts.
“Unbelievable?”
Braden patted her hand.
There was a long moment of silence as Heather hung her head.
“I don’t know if I’m much better off than before.” Now she knew what she was missing.
What a desperate thought.
Braden felt a pull on his heartstrings. She really was nice.
“Um. I have a trade show coming up in Burlington in three weeks or so…”
Heather looked up.
“Burlington?” Her heart beat more strongly just at the thought.
Burlington was three or four hundred miles from home…but then, a rental car presented no problems.
She smiled, and leaned in close, whispering in Braden’s ear.
“Why? What did you have in mind?”
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, Braden pulled her in close and gave her a kiss, and the two twined together with Heather awkwardly squirming, one arm around his neck and her right hand rubbing Braden’s crotch through the thin cotton.
“Oh, I don’t know. The usual thing.”
“The usual thing?” Heather pouted so sweetly now that she’d had a little practice and wasn’t hiding it anymore. “Well, I don’t know.”
She pretended to think.
“What do you think of fish-net stockings and maybe something else? I was thinking of some kind of page haircut, real short on the back but with bangs kind of on the front. I could die it jet black for you.”
“Surprise me.”
Braden gave Heather one more kiss. He had a suggestion.
“I’ll tell you what—I’m not shy, I’ll pick out something nice for you. Maybe some sheer crotch-less panties, with a little teddy top and whatever else I can think of.” She knew she wanted to do this. “That way you don’t have to sneak off and go gallivanting all over the place.”
She wanted to get fucked in a car.
Almost any man would do, really
. She wondered how she would look in an outfit like that.
Heather’s heart pounded in her chest as she thought of how terrified she had been just buying condoms and hair remover…
“And if you want to see what I bought you…you’ll just have to show up, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I guess I will.” She had a little money in her purse. “You’re such a nice man.”
His eyes widened when she pulled it out.
“Red patent leather high heel shoes…size nine.” He took the money with a grin and they kissed yet again.
Heather waited with glistening eyes as Braden took a post-it pad out of the console and wrote down details of the time, place, and the proper number to call. Braden didn’t even ask for Heather’s number. Give her a little time to think on things. He pulled off the sheet and gave it to her.
“Okay, Sugar.” Heather opened the door and Braden watched her lithe figure, and that tight, sweet little ass as it wiggled all the way, and then Heather turned back with a big smile and blew him a kiss.
Three weeks was a long time to wait.
With one last wave, she got into her car.
It was time to go home.
End
Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written fiction, non-fiction and worked for newspapers and magazines. She did a brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly. She likes to make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has a strong sense of the dramatic. Out of work and recovering from a life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica which she initially rejected for lack of confidence. But love makes the world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull. Dusty squeezes a little writing time in between raising a daughter and building a home-based business.
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