“You want more?”
“Yes. Please, Master.”
“Are you going to behave yourself if I give you more? You are already very lucky to have been allowed to suck your Master’s big cock like that. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” He played along, knowing full well what he was entitled to during the session.
“Okay then, you must promise to be on your very best behavior. Bring me a condom, boy.” I wanted to continue as much as he did and was pleased that he returned quickly with the basket of condoms and a bottle of lube. I pretended to eye the bottle he had handed me quizzically. “Oh, you were expecting me to go easy on you, were you?” I toyed with him, for both of us. He lowered his head in response, looking like a child about to break out in giggles. I imagined him being a strong butch lover of mine as I snapped on a glove and prepared to ready his waiting ass. I had him face the whipping post on the other side of the room and undress from the waist down. Off came the work pants and a pair of gray-specked boxer briefs. I noticed he kept his body pressed tight against the post. “Are you nervous?”
“No, Master.” I didn’t push it, as it was ideal positioning for my own fantasy. I instructed him to step back and make sure he kept his forehead touching the post. He complied with my demands easily, and I threw in a threat about the disciplinary actions I would be forced to take if he squirmed out of position.
I entered him at first cautiously, with one finger, then two.
I realized very soon that he had more experience than he had let on. I ran my other hand through what I assumed to be sweat on his inner thigh. He was moving his body accordingly, so I knew he wanted to be fucked. I thought about what he had said when he came in about not having done “exactly” this before, and wondered what specifically he had meant by that. Was he a fag experimenting with women? A “straight man” who frequented cruise parks, having anonymous lovers nightly? Maybe he had played out similar scenes with a woman lover before, who had since left him or become ill. I speculated for a moment too long and then snapped back to reality. Or as close to reality as I chose to make it: he was my handsome boy-dyke slave, a fine butch bottom, helplessly awaiting my hot femme dick to enter and take him over.
Caught up in my own imagination, but not so much that I wasn’t paying attention, I spread the soft asscheeks before me and circled the tip of the silicone dick between them. I had, at some point in this fluster of daydream, work, and sweat, remembered to put on the condom. One last time I pushed my lubed fingers in and out firmly, and then pushed myself into him. He let out something between a squeal and a sigh, sounding like a young boy. I liked the power I felt hearing his surprisingly high-pitched sounds and continued to press myself into him and pull back. As this motion quickened and we fell into each other’s rhythm, I began to grind my dripping cunt against his ass, playing with his insides. I pretended that the increasing sweat pouring down his legs was sweet girl cum and held the inside of his thigh against the palm of my hand.
I noticed that as he got more turned-on and as the fucking became rougher, he pulled away from me more, and pushed his weight against the post. I brought my arm around to the front of his neck. It was soft and tight. I ran my knuckles against his jaw, finding that his teeth were clenched. I ran my hand along his jawline, also soft and unusually free of stubble. His face was trembling with what seemed like fear.
Leaving one hand on his face, I slowly moved the other hand around to the front of his thigh. It was sticky wet and also trembled to my touch. I tried to stay strong and stern, but was both confused and excited. As I inched my hand upward he jerked away from me. I pulled her close to my body. The hand I had rested on her face came down and pressed against her collarbone. I felt the tiny recognizable ripples of a tensor-bandaged chest.
She heaved the heavy sigh of someone exposing a skeleton.
I moved my hand between her legs, revealing for certain the truth to my fantasy and this boy’s well-hidden identity.
I sighed a sigh of relief, of pleasure, of the unknown future. I sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the wooden post. I pulled her down and continued to hold her against me. My hand ran through her sweaty hair. We had not yet made eye contact. When she finally looked at me her eyes were intense and concerned. Are you mad? they asked. I flashed her the same sexually charged and wanting smile she had given me after sucking me off.
Are you? my eyes asked back.
TAG!
D. Alexandria
“I hate getting older.”
“Who doesn’t?”
Keisha turned onto her side and propped herself on her elbow, looking at me. “We used to want to though, remember? I couldn’t wait to get to eighteen, twenty-one, twenty-five.”
“’Cause those ages mean somethin’. You ain’t really legal until you can rent a car without the ‘under twenty-five’ surcharge.” I remained lying on my back, staring up at the night sky. It was Keisha’s twenty-ninth birthday and, understandably, she was upset. I had surprised her with a late-night picnic at one of our favorite camping spots, about an hour outside of the city. We were surrounded by dense forest and complete silence, save for crickets and numerous woodland animals going about their business. I’ll be completely honest and say that camping really isn’t my style. I’m a hundred percent modern butch who likes my TV time, my PlayStation 2, and if I wasn’t smoking a blunt right now I’d be seriously missing my tunes. But Keisha loves the quiet seclusion of camping and getting back to nature, so I deal ’cause I love her and making her happy is my contentment.
She sighed.
I looked over and took in the unbelievably cute pout on her cherubic face and instantly fell in love all over again. Keisha is one beautiful sista, and no one can tell me different. Standing at nearly five feet eleven, with a perfect brick-house body, she is the sexiest female to ever grace my bed. I could spend hours just looking at her whether she’s curled up in a chair reading a book or languidly lying in bed after a break-your-back fuckfest. With her supple body, covered in the softest skin known to man, I can only hope I get to spend several blissful lifetimes enjoying this true model of what is Woman.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw her tremble. I immediately put out the blunt and headed for the stack of fallen twigs and branches we had collected to feed the fire.
“You don’t care that you’re turning thirty in a couple of months?”
I shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not crazy about it, nah, but I don’t intend to lose sleep over it either. It’s not like I can stop it, know what I mean?”
“I miss being a kid.”
Oh, here we go. I rolled my eyes before looking at her. “Now, Keisha Everton, you know damn well you wouldn’t want to be a kid again.”
She looked at me with slight annoyance. “And what makes you so sure?”
I moved to where she sat, straddling her legs. My voice dipped low as I whispered in her ear, “’Cause if you weren’t grown, you wouldn’t be able to take my dick deep in that thick pussy of yours, that’s why.”
I swear I felt her body temperature rise as she took in a sharp breath.
“You’re so bad,” she whispered, giggling.
I gave her a soft kiss, barely touching her lips, just teasing her. She remained still, eyes closed and face turned upward, allowing me to touch her in any way I pleased. I love that about her. I prefer a woman who just gives in to whatever her lover wants. I’m not saying that Keisha doesn’t get hers, ’cause believe me that body holds a very powerful sexual creature, and she can come at you like a pit bull to get what she wants. However, she has this perfect sense of when to just let me do my thing and that makes my head spin with countless ideas of how to make her sing those cums I feel to my core.
When I met Keisha, one of the first things she told me was that she wasn’t a fan of kissing. I, for one, feel that kissing is one of the finer points of fucking. Kissing is an intimate act, I ain’t about to front on that, but a single kiss, if done righ
t, can make a female part those thighs for you. And right now, Keisha’s breaths were becoming shallow as I gently sucked on her lips, letting the tip of my tongue quickly glide across them. I started to lightly nip them, careful not to bite down too hard, and I felt her thighs press together, my signal that she was getting wet and ready.
Despite wanting to just push her down and spread her open, I also wanted to draw this out as long as I could, and just as I was about to settle in for a little torture, she pulled back. “You wanna play tag?”
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t have heard right.
“Let’s play tag.”
I sat back on my heels, needing to look at her face to make sure she was serious. She was. “Keisha, baby, seriously…”
“Angel, c’mon, it’ll be fun.” She was already wiggling out from underneath me to get to her feet. “How often can we do silly things like this?”
“Uh, we don’t, ’cause we grown,” I said.
She made a face, but winked. “C’mon, baby, play with me.”
Okay, now she really was losing it. “Keisha, it’s almost midnight and we’re in the middle of the woods. Who, in their right mind, would play tag right now?”
She reached for her K-Swiss, an old beat-up pair that she wouldn’t be caught dead in back in the ’hood, and slipped them on. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I was about to show you before you moved.”
She smiled. “Please, baby? Just indulge me.”
I was already out here complaint free, wasn’t I? That, right there, was some serious indulgence. I hadn’t answered her and she gave a dramatic sigh, hands on her hips. “Okay, what if I make it interesting for you?”
Hmm. “How?”
She thought for a moment, before a wicked glint came into her eyes. “I’ll strip.”
I chuckled. “Get the fuck outta here.”
“I’m serious.” She was now grinning. “I’ll strip naked right here and then take off. All you gotta do is catch me. That ain’t hard, is it? And if you want, we’ll even play back and forth.”
“You chasin’ me?” I smirked.
“What? You afraid I’ll be better than you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Whateva.”
“Well, what then? Scared? Too dark for ya?”
“Oh, please!” I said sarcastically.
Keisha reached for the hem of her sweater and lifted it slightly, baring her soft stomach. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna punk out on me, Angel. What would your boys say if I told them you were too afraid to chase me in the dark? And naked, at that?”
I stared at her. Well, actually I was staring at the bottom curves of her bare breasts, which she teasingly revealed as she continued to slowly lift her top. I felt my clit twitch at the thought of touching them, getting my hands and mouth on them. Damn, I was aching for her in a serious way.
Her hips swayed provocatively as she pulled the sweater off, dropping it on the blanket. She stood before me, slowly writhing to a melody only she could hear, yet I could see her full hips bumping out the beat in the air. Her large breasts hung freely, moving with her, both nipples tight and hard. I caught myself biting my lip as I watched, and before I knew it I was wondering how long it would take before I could catch her—if I gave in, of course. When I said it was dark, I meant it. In fact, if the slightest bit of cloud cover had hit the moon, I wouldn’t have been able to see my hand in front of my face. But thankfully, I could probably see about a good ten feet problem free, and even if I gave her a slight head start, I could catch her before we got in too far.
“C’mon, Angel baby.” Keisha’s hands found her dark nipples and she gently tugged on them. “You can catch me, right? I mean, your ass hasn’t gotten that old yet.”
And she knew that shit would work. My pride was too high. I grumbled as I got to my feet, pulling off my jersey. (I’d play along, but I wasn’t about to ruin a perfectly good Patriots jersey while up in the mix.)
Keisha’s face lit up at my acceptance and she began tugging down her jeans.
“Leave on your panties,” I said suddenly, eyeing the pale pink cotton thong hugging her most intimate curves. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t want her completely naked…yet.
She gave me a sly look as she left them alone, pulling the jeans off her long legs and tossing them on top of the sweater. She stood before me in just her panties and sneakers, looking as fine as she wanted to be, and god help me if she didn’t look as if she were in her element; her ebony skin glowing from the campfire, long limbs ready and taut; even her hair, which was pulled in a tight ponytail earlier, now had strands that had fallen loose, kissing her cheeks. All she needed was some animal skin and a spear and I’d be at her feet in worship.
I silently appreciated my having had the foresight to wear my battered pair of Tims, before I crouched low, feeling my strap press against my left inner thigh, and shuddering in anticipation. “Ten! Nine! Eight!”
Keisha took off. I watched her slip into the darkness, the last sight of her the jiggling of her ass as she ran away. I took a deep breath to calm myself and finished counting, stretching out the last numbers to give her more time.
“Three! Two! One!” I called before I followed. It was dark as hell. I was rushing through the trees, my eyes darting from side to side to catch sight of her as I maneuvered around rocks and brush, batting branches out of the way. I had assumed I’d be able to find her right off the bat, but as I moved, I realized that my first instincts were right and it was going to be a helluva task to see anything. The night air was still, the darkness threatening to envelope me indefinitely. We might as well have been playing hide-and-seek. I was trying to think like Keisha, wondering how she’d try to move, when a branch snapped loudly under my boot. I silently cursed and slowed my pace.
As I moved, taking measured breaths, my heart was pounding and I could hear every pulsing thud in my ears. I was stepping gingerly, trying not to make a sound as I listened out for her, knowing that if she was smart, she would be trying to remain low ’cause of her height. I paused by a slim tree with low-hanging branches and squatted, my eyes now adjusting to the darkness. I was hoping to see the moonlight against her skin, but was having no such luck as I peered all around me. I figured I had been moving for almost ten minutes in one direction, and wondered if I should double back, just in case Keisha was purposely staying close to the campsite.
I was about to turn around when something in the air caught my attention. I stopped and inhaled deeply, my lips spreading in a wide grin as I recognized a scent almost as familiar as my own.
“You’re wet, baby girl, I can smell it,” I called out, my clit throbbing behind my dick as I surveyed the area. She was close, I knew it; unless she was so aroused her scent was just lingering in the air. I took a few steps toward the right and heard rustling to my left. I turned my head in time to see a quick blur of pink rush past a couple of trees.
I chuckled as I quickly followed, barely seeing her move ahead of me, but able to hear her quick, excited breaths. No doubt, she was completely worked up. I was right on her tail and able to smell her arousal even more, knowing at this very moment she wanted it just as much as I did. She suddenly made a right turn, and I did the same, knowing exactly where she was headed. I increased my pace, my breaths short as I pumped my arms, willing myself to pull ahead. In a few minutes I broke through the trees and stepped onto one of the hiking trails we often took, this one leading down to a small pond about a mile away. I stepped back into the trees, and quietly counted until I heard her footsteps.
Just as she was about to pass me, I lunged out, my arms looping around her waist, and pulled her close to me.
“Gotcha!” I roared as she struggled in my arms.
“Dammit!” She gasped heavily before accepting a deep kiss from me. I was feeling drunk on the adrenaline that was coursing through me. Keisha fell into me, her arms lacing around my neck as she hungrily returned my kisses while still trying to catch her breath. I relished t
he feel of her naked body as my hands glided over her now slightly sweaty skin. I cupped her ass with some force and pulled her tighter against me so she could feel my dick through my jeans.
I pulled my lips away. “You want it?”
“Yes,” she hissed, as her lips reached for mine.
I ducked my head, giving her earlobe a soft flick with my tongue. “How bad do you want it, baby girl?”
“Fuck, I want it bad.”
“What do you want, Keisha?”
She gave a half groan, half whine. “Angel, I want your dick! Please! Now!”
I gave her ass a tight squeeze with both hands before pulling away. Just as she tried reaching for me again, my hand swung out, connecting with an asscheek, the smack echoing around us.
“You’re it!” I smirked before I turned and ran.
“Asshole!” she screamed, but I heard her footsteps behind me.
I stayed on the trail, moving quickly until I was about a quarter of a mile away from camp, before turning left. This part of the woods had trees that grew closer together, and obviously, since there wasn’t a defined path, I had to make my own, holding on to tree after tree for balance as I moved. I forced myself to move faster, as the sound of Keisha’s footsteps started to fade. When I could still see a glimpse of camp far to the right, I darted to the left and crouched low behind a couple of bushes and waited.
After a few minutes of not seeing her, I began to worry, wondering if maybe the path I had taken wasn’t as forgiving to Keisha in her sneakers. But before I could rise to investigate, I heard a branch break to my left. I had to grin. The girl had taken another route, hoping to cut me off as I had done to her earlier. But, of course, she hadn’t anticipated my beating her and hiding out. I watched as she stood still, trying to listen out for me as she searched. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her body glistened with sweat in the moonlight, her hair a complete and captivating mess, and every breath she took forced her breasts to slightly lift. Damn, I needed to have her pussy wrapped around my dick. She caught sight of camp and gave another hopeless look around before taking a step toward the glow of the campfire.
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