It is not in my mouth
because I am speaking clearly. It is not near my mouth because I am thinking clearly. My mouth now salivates because of thoughts of your cock, clearly. *Dedicated to Meta- thank you for the impromptu cock worshiping session last night. I needed those 100 minutes of worshiping your cock. Happy to have you cum down my throat but sad when your cock leaves. :) *
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Defeated
Deflated I am nothing right now Not even enough To make me feel insecure This should make me feel worse It is right to give your cock thanks and praise- softness of my lips gentleness of my tongue warmth of my mouth buried deeply while I'm nestled between your legs this is my chapel. ~Thank you to my Meta, Primal for co creating; 'undome' Dedicated to Meta I am lucky to have your contribution towards fantasies, my self discovery and introspection. When I think of you, I cum really hard. I like you. I hope to worship again and again and again and again... Tonight a new meeting location not too far from the chapel. He messages me "ETA 15 min". I had time to check the place out. There is a second parking lot, lots of dirt. Yesterday he said to wear something sexy tonight; something that makes me feel sexy. So I drove my Jeep. Happy camper, when I found me some dirt! For grounding this time I didn't need a tree, donuts were fine. Couple of spins and I was good to go, came back out to the first lot and I see his car. He messages me there are a bunch of cops. As we drive back to the second parking lot, I notice lights following us, it's a cop. In my brain I'm trying to quickly scramble through thoughts of other locations where we can take this. Heading out of the park he calls me. "The Chapel is only 9 minutes away." My cunt throbs and my mouth salivates excited knowing I get to have him again; and in the way he likes me saying 'yes', "yhessss" I respond dutifully. Up at the main road looks like he is making a left when the turn to take is on the right. My opportunity to hop in front so I can drive ahead and gun it (I don't often drive my jeep and miss riding her so any opportunity to dirty her up or run her fast I take), however I am to follow HIS lead. His guidance and His direction. Years of having been without, and prior years having to take the lead, this is so fucking amazing being led. I'm more excited now. More wet. More eager to have his cock fill my mouth. And so eager to please, praise and give thanks. Lost in my eagerness, I see he's not going the speed limit, I get antsy and wish I had hopped in front. Checking the rear view, I see headlights up on me and have a feeling it's a cop. Glad I wasn't ahead, I need to settle. Another reason it was good I followed him, my night blindness is bad and the driveway to the chapel right off the highway isn't very wide. My heart races in excitement when I see him slowing down preparing for the turn letting opposite traffic pass. I slow down and pull next to him. Quickly turning back to see the vehicle behind me pass, it was a cop. I call him to let him know, wanting to wait a few minutes to see if the cop comes back around. I brought as instructed equipment needed for a shared audio experience: speaker, wireless earbuds and wireless headphones in case he didn't bring some. Nervous excitement begins to creep up as my shaking hands keep dropping my earbuds. I'm undecided which to use because I wanted him to be able to listen for cars pulling in the lot. Calling him back it's decided for the speaker. The previous night I wanted to explore brainwave audios and decided to find something to stimulate alpha waves which are just above theta; theta is the drifting to sleep and waking up state, very hypnotic. Alpha reaches intuition, meditative and relaxing states. I used an hour long audio for 40 minutes of exploring my pussy, keeping my body still as possible until I came. At which point the orgasm I experienced was unlike any I've had before. I shared this with him and my assignment for this evening's training was to bring this to the worship. My cunt throbs at the sound of his voice. As I am talking to him I grab my speaker, phone, and keys; he has me listen to the sound of his zipper. With each click the slide makes, being pulled down the track unlocking the teeth I begin to float, he asks, "Are you ready to worship my cock?" "yhhhhhessss" I respond nearly buckling over from weakened legs. Right above the bridge of my nose in between my eyebrows, I feel a slight tingly pressure. I hop out of my Jeep. His vehicle is about 5 feet away and the few steps I take I actively press my feet solidly to the ground, striking every part of my foot centering me back to this space and time. The tingles starting in between my eyebrows now spreads down my face and up to the crown of my head back down my neck. My attraction to him from the start has been my reaction to him; I reach subspace so rapidly with little to no effort on his part. I can get high very quickly. Better still is my first training with him, I felt he placed his hands on certain parts of my body to ground me. Becoming grounded before play is over could help ease any drops I may experience later. Walking mindfully towards his car I'm coming down in my body. I reach down for the passenger handle, I catch how shiny the handle is, glimmering, it feels cool to my hot eager hand. I pull open the heavy door feeling I have been delivered, finally. With the blindfold on top of my head, it's time to lower. My equipment in hand, I feel the taut fabric of the back seat as I slide my hand up to find a place to set my things. I flip the speaker on and start the audio. Wanting to get more comfortable this time, I decide to remove my shoes. Sitting on my knees, I lower myself to reach back for the zipper of my brown soft suede ankle boots. Little did I know when I purchased these, with horizontal loose ribbing like Shibari rope draped across the vamp of the boot, they would be worn to cock worshiping. As I sink down to reach back unzipping one boot, I purposely drape most of my hair over my left shoulder. With most of my hair swooped to one side I bring my head low, slowly allowing my hair to fall softly onto him. Brushing against the tops of his thighs, cock and stomach. He moans. His noises excite me. One boot off, I work the other, and I bring my hair back down to caress him again, draping and brushing my hair gently over the tops of his thighs, his stomach and his cock. Hearing him again and knowing his cock is just inches from my eager excited warm wet mouth, I'm high again. Breathing him in I'm floating higher with his scent. However being up in subspace I will have a harder time recalling the vividity of this divine experience. With shoes off, I begin to bring myself back down starting with tucking my feet under my hot eager ass pressing firmly on the seat; unable to get a good grind from the heel of my foot due to my jean's thick crotch seam I quiet my pussy. I become aware of the faint audio: gentle pulsating tones increasing to normal volume as I am returning to my body. I lift my hands from the sides of the seat and breathe in deeply, wanting to lock in this moment before I touch and connect myself physically to his body. I place them on the tops of my thighs; for a few more breaths making sure I'm connected to myself first. I take my hands and lower them down towards his thighs. I feel his body heat increase the closer I am to touching him. Gently starting from the pads of my hands, I begin to lay them on the top of his bare thighs. His approval is a delicious moan that gives me eager to please pleasure. I keep my hands on his thighs. I don't move, instead wait for my excited breath to slow down, taking in the sounds of his breath, the hair on his thighs, the warmth of his legs surrounding me. Once my breath is caught I scoot myself back so I may hover over him, his cock. I have to fight this strong animalistic feeding frenzy urge whenever he's lying back. I noticed it last time too. A natural compulsion to want to charge straight for his cock. Something about this position with him lying back relaxed, vulnerable, really makes me want to hungrily lap him up. It's also a comfortable position for me too would be even better if we were able to sprawl out. I slow my lust filled desire to lunge for his cock and take my hands, I search out for him. I find his cock, he's warm to my soft touch. Lifting him I reverently lower myself, bringing my face down and with the tip of my eager tongue I seek straight for the base. I've wanted this particular moment since the first time I licked him last week. Longing for this spot. A starting point of play. I have this instinctual need to use my tongue to map out his beautiful cock again. A mental map as I can't see, even if I could see I'd prefer to close my eyes to trace every millimeter of flesh on his cock with my tongue. Topographer. Gives me an idea of locations on his cock where I want to visit more frequently and spots where I want my tongue, mouth, fingers or breasts to linger on longer based on his moans and his instructions. Eager to seek I start at his base, dragging the tip of my wet tongue, sliding slowly up his shaft. Feeling out for every bump, line, trying to memorize the texture of this cock. Purposely breathing heavily from my open mouth so he can feel my hot breath while I trace him. I mewl when my tongue reaches the ridge, I can't help but want to place my warm mouth shallowly, loosely over his head. Instead, I use this time to explore his head slowly. My tongue slides over his head, the glans is so smooth and soft compared to the bumps and lines on his shaft from the veins within. I hungrily seek out for the slit, a moan in my throat escapes knowing at some point nectar will come in my mouth; I will get to taste him again. But not soon; and this pleases me immensely his ability to hold back and give me the time I want to worship his dick. I could cum from this thought. I let his head, just his head soak in my wet mouth while I use my tongue, swirling around tracing the ridge. Once my mouth is full of saliva I open and prepare to lube the rest of his cock. I take him in all the way down; cradling him in my mouth completely and completely still. Listening to his breaths quicken and then slow down, I open my mouth enough to gradually drag my lips back up to his head. After my mouth pools again with more saliva, I lean over his head as it pours out. I bring my hand up encircling my fingers to close around the top of his shaft, the neck. My pooled spit rolls off my tongue; I bring my mouth onto his head and begin to glide my index finger. I slide my finger up from behind, over his tip into my mouth and back down the front dragging my saliva down his shaft. I then go back repeating the process. I am heated when he lets out a moan. I repeat the process to be certain he's enjoying my actions. Multiple activities here that I love: my left hand around his shaft is high up enough I can run the side of my index finger up and over the tip, I can feel my wet tongue on my finger gathering saliva to push down his shaft on the underside. While my finger is on his cock and at the same time in my mouth, it gives me a notion of what my mouth feels like on his dick; warm, wet and I can experience the pressure of my tongue. I garble a moan out as his hand slides down my back reaching my bra strap, popping all three hooks off. It's my cue, and I sit up pulling the straps through my sleeves pulling the bra out. The deep v in my shirt is wide enough I can just spread it open exposing my tits. "Good girl.", he murmurs. I tingle from his praise. My mouth is anxious to get back to worship. I lean over brushing my breasts on his thighs and insert him deeply in my warm mouth. I root him and hold him there without moving. Holding still. Just listening to the sounds in the car, the audio, his breathing, his moans, and the noises his digestive system is making; I'm taking it all in. Every sense of mine but sight is awake. He tells me to lift up and drag my tits across his thighs and cock. My nipples bud to his touch and touching him; I do as I'm told. Suddenly, I'm having another animalistic urge but instead of feeling aggressive I just want to nestle. I sit deeply down on my bended legs with feet tucked under me; I curl myself in between his thighs. All the while he's buried in my mouth, my heated left hand is placed between the pubic bone and base of his cock. Sliding my right hand down from his hip crease to under his balls; his cock in my mouth becomes deliciously sandwiched between my hands with my exposed tits resting on either side. Being tucked deeply nestled in between his thighs, his legs surrounding me, his cock deep down my throat and his hands on my head; I felt I was in a safe and very happy place. Not wanting to leave or move, I hold his hardness still inside my warm mouth. This is my chapel. Lost in my safe place, I hear a gentle growl from him commanding and him adjusting, "Sit up. Bring your mouth over to me. Mouth open. Tongue out."I comply sitting back and scooting forward with my tongue out needing to feel him again. He pulls my hair back to prevent my tongue from reaching him. Just makes me more hungry for him. He brushes the tip of his cock lightly on my tongue. Stroking my tongue with his dick; my body on all fours reacts instinctively, air humping, bucking my hips, needing to have a hole filled. He slides his cock all over my face. "Pucker your lips." I feel his cock just touching the tip of my lips, pushing his way in, parting my lips, he sinks himself deep down my throat. I love the airlock pressure I feel when he's hitting the back of my throat; slight panic washes over me wondering how long I can hold my breath. The more I try to inhale, the more lodged I feel his dick becomes in my throat. Suddenly he pulls out. "Say it." I mewl, "I can't, I can't remember it." Repeat after me, "Lord, I am not worthy to receive you...." Panting with lust and an urgency to have him back in my mouth I comply quickly, "Lord, I am not worthy, to receive you." "...but only say the word." Eagerly, I continue knowing he will return to my mouth, "But only say the word." He ends with, "And please allow me to be healed by your cock." Smiling, with purposeful intent knowing soon my mouth will be filled with him again I repeat clearly, "And please allow me to be healed by your cock." I barely finish my prayer when he pile drives unforgivingly directly to the back of my throat. Rooted. Now I gag. Choking, as his hands are on the back of my head with a handful of hair pulling me even more deeply on him. He holds my head still down on him for a while. Time is lost to me. Releasing his hands, my arms holding me up are now trembling with delight as I feel his hands searching sliding down my back towards my ass, gripping the sides of my hips to pull me, buries me on his cock even deeper. I want to stay like this. Pounding me into him. He slowly pulls his dick out my mouth, me not wanting to give it up I groan and try with my tongue to reach for him. He pushes my shoulders back and lays back down on the seat with instructions for me to not use my hands this time. With my arms on either side of his body I lower myself as if bobbing for apples. Can I say Golden Delicious here. I lick up his shaft starting at his base, feeling the familiar veins on my way to the tip. Leaning my head forward down pressing on top of his stomach, (next time I must lick his stomach it's one of my favorite parts) I pool up spit around my lips and place them gently on the very tip pulling him into my mouth. I feel whole when he's back inside my eager little mouth. He instructs me to take him in all the way, to go slowly up, and slide my mouth back all the way down his shaft. I readily oblige. He grabs a handful of my hair pulling roots as he begins to increase his speed fucking my mouth. I want so badly to finger my wet cunt. Slowing his speed, he removes his hands from my hair and places them on the sides of my head. My hair, I'm having to keep brushing back, is wet with saliva. I begrudgingly slip him out my mouth to fix my hair that is now wrapping around my hand and his cock. At which point the audio stopped playing. Excitedly I realized it was an hour of playing, licking, sucking and face fucking his cock; and he wasn’t finished yet. I'm lucky. I get more time. Hopefully maybe another hour? After setting the audio to replay he permits me to proceed and pleasure his cock as I wish. So thrilled to hear this, I instantly know what I want to do. With my 'cocktography' map in mind I scooted myself back to start at the base. Inhaling deeply, taking in his sweet slightly acidic musky smell, I'm pleased to have my way with him. My happy eager tongue starts snaking a path through his hairs to his balls, I lightly purse my lips together to tug gently on his skin. With the widest part of my tongue I press it flat against the base of his shaft; better than any dessert I've wanted to lick. I can't get enough. I drag up, tracing wet circles up towards the "V". Frenulum is my friend. That small vertical ridge I like to stroke with my tongue. With my left hand holding his hard shaft, I begin stroking my tongue up and down on his frenulum; playing with pressure, light tickles, quick strokes up and down. Pushing a bit harder with my tongue licking up, then licking down; licking further each time I go down. This area he's more vocally responsive. I'm glad too because it's my favorite spot. I pull up and drop a mouth full of saliva smearing with my lips all on his tip eager to get just my lips over his head. I love the feeling of my lips popping over and back up the ridge. Making my way to the very tip I purse my lips together and suck gently at an imaginary straw. I moan. Trying to grind for relief. I place my right hand horizontally pressing lightly up against his cock, just enough pressure to hold him still while I use my tongue on the frenulum flicking, licking up and down then pouring out more spit to lube him up. "Fuuuuuucccckkkk", his response every time I run my tongue up and down his shaft. He begins fucking the space between my hand and my tongue more quickly. I'm wet. And my pussy is envious of my hand and tongue. With quicken breaths he directs, "suck me". Joyfully I begin to suck him however at the same time instinctively know this time is coming to an end. I make these moments count. Hover over him, my mouth now over his head, I throat him one more time, sliding back up holding my mouth just at this tip. Left hand at the base of his shaft I gently stroke up towards my mouth that's sliding down. Now with my mouth open slightly more, I keep it still just over the tip as he now takes over fucking my mouth. I can feel him growing harder and pulsating below my fingers as I hold him at the base of his shaft. He's getting ready to come. I can taste a little bit of precum, readying my mouth as my sweaty tits brush around near his cock. My hand lightly strokes his shaft as he more rapidly fucks my shallow mouth. No vocal warning, as none is needed, tonight I want to swallow more of him. He fully exhales as his dick begins pumping cum into my eager mouth. After swallowing him down I gently ease up, with my mouth removed I already feel empty as it could be days until I get another taste. With my smile I grab my things and shoes, still unable to see, bowing my head in reverence, I utter, "Yes. Thank you." And exit his car. Put my boots back on and hop in my jeep. We weren't initially meeting at the chapel again, as it was unfortunate the new meeting place was unavailable; ironically this provided us the relief for more cock worshiping. I've included musical accompaniment using Spotify or locate the song title through the music application of your choosing. Reading speeding of course will play into and I note if something should be read at a slower or faster pace. If you experience frisson you could likely experience it here as well. I haven't done this and would appreciate any feedback if you enjoyed the experience! I used songs from the soundtrack Bram Stoker's Dracula, the playlist. Time slows to an almost non existent pace the instant I made the fateful decision. The slowing of time helped me think quickly. And it's as if the moon also took part in my play, dimming herself to assist. Suddenly, the only sounds present are the sounds of the leaves crackling, echoing as the leash of mine you held in your hand falls loudly to the forest floor. The other sound is that of my pounding heart, beating as if yelling vehemently "Why did you choose this?", dutifully pumping adrenaline and oxygenated blood through my veins desperately providing me with the strength and endurance to outrun you... My knees, which had been prepared to remain in kneeling position, begin to crack as I scoop the fallen leash and leap up. The same leaves that made the noises from my leash are underfoot as I use them for traction hoping they won't slip. As my right foot turns, I push off from my left heading towards the right where the trail is. Too late now; I have no choice. RUN. He had always reminded me while fastening my leash to my collar, pulling me close to his face with one hand and with the other grabbing my jaw turning my head gently to whisper a low growl in my ear: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly A cold chill races through my body as sweat drips down my furrowed brows. The image, a stunned look on his face, is seared into my brain. I know I have given myself a few extra seconds for a head start. He wasn't prepared. This, wasn't part of the plan; his plan. This, is why I was given an extra few seconds; stolen. *Lucy's Party We came here as Dom and dutiful sub. He loves to lead me around in the wild at night. The anticipation of our forest meetings had us both excited and on edge all week. Before getting out of the vehicle I am collared with his favorite collar. He chose for me, therefore has special meaning. I feel the pressure of the leather being tightly wrapped around my neck; a slight panic washes over me until he loosens to the proper notch. I believe he does this on purpose as a psychological reminder he's in control; control of me. Stepping out of the car I know what's required of me; I am to wait quietly until he 's ready. He will calmly and firmly say, "COME". I walk over to him with my head down looking only at my feet. Stopping a few inches in front of him with my feet facing his, I wait. His right hand comes across my right shoulder brushing my hair aside, lifting my chin up to expose the ring in my collar. My eyes averting his until I hear the familiar click. With the leash locked onto my collar I draw my eyes upward to meet his. Even in the moonlight his eyes shine brightly with excitement. I love how excited he is. I adore making him this excited. It is with reverence how much I enjoy this time to make him happy. This, his shining happy eyes, is my reward. He wraps the length of the leash around his hand tugging me closer to him. I love when he uses my leash to pull my head in closer to him. Leaning into my ear he whispers: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly I love the comforted feeling of being led as he gently nudges the leash to make me move and follow him. He leads the way on the trail away from the parking area. I feel especially excited no one is here and there is a feeling of magic in the air. A crisp cool night with the bright moon ducking behind billowy full clouds. As he clutches at my leash, he tells me how he's been wanting all day to be in my wet mouth. His way of missing me and this excites me, as I've missed his amazing cock. We walk the path a few yards heading to our normal area, however my heart skips a beat when he chooses to leave the path heading towards a thick grove of trees. A new spot for his cock worshiping. My palms heat up in excitement, soon he will be in my hands. I've waited all week to have him in my mouth. I see a small clearing as light fog floats around the trees. The fog dampens the noises the leaves crunching under our feet make. Climbing over brush and branches, in this less disturbed area, he leads me to a fallen tree at the small clearing. Tonight he allows me to pick my own switch. I look around while he holds my leash. I find a 3 foot small twig on the ground in some moss, away from the wet leaves. It's dry and less dense than a wet stick therefore should work nicely. Tonight I'm feeling less in need of a sharp crack. He smiles as he's pleased I have found the one I wanted. Makes me smile how the littlest details of my happiness can please him. Moments like this keep me always wanting to suck him dry. I am now even more eager to take him in my mouth, fucking me down my throat and emptying himself. He looks down at me and nods as if he can read my mind of my desirous need to swallow him; this is making him hard. He quickly spins me around, with his hot hand he leans me up against the tree trunk. He brushes the twig down my ass and lightly across both ass cheeks. Pulling back. WACK! I jolt forward feeling the light sting on my right ass cheek. I'm even more wet, as he flicks the spot where he smacked me. Dragging the twig up my back he presses the stick firmly, leaving scratches in my skin. I'm aching for him. Two or three days, leading up to our forest meeting I'm not allowed to touch myself. He gives me a strict no cumming policy. He knows how hard it is for me to not cum daily. Sometimes I can't obey, happily taking my anal punishments. Tonight however, I beam with pride when he asks, "Have you been a good girl for me and stayed away from your easily excitable wet cunt"? In the way he loves me saying 'yes' breathy I respond, "Yes. I have been a good girl and have not touched my easily excitable wet cunt". I notice this gives him extra pleasure as he lets out an excited growl. Gently he kicks the inside of my feet to spread wider; my body responds dutifully. Slowly he drags up the twig from the inside of my left ankle, sliding up lightly tickling my inner thigh stopping in my folds of my pussy. Pushing it deeply against the crotch of my drenched panties, I let out a moan. Horizontally, he lets the pressed stick linger there before sliding back down my inner right thigh, down past my trembling calf and finishing at my ankle. He might fuck me tonight. Whenever he plays with my pussy I usually get a load inside me. He yanks at the leash to get me to turn to face him. Escorting me away from the tree, we walk a few feet to the center of the clearing. My heart races with anticipation as I prepare for the final phase of play. With the thoughts of him in my mouth...my fingers touching his thighs...exploring in between his thighs...cupping his balls...licking him...sucking him deeply... balls deep... down my throat...hearing his vocal expressions; I can feel his excitement too. I can't wait for him to push me down...no longer can I wait and with lustful thoughts of his dick my legs buckle dropping my body to the forest floor on my knees.... ...My lungs hurting, unprepared for the quick dash. I made my way back to the path in the area free of twigs and large branches. Without having to jump I am able to gain some speed. Increasing my distance away from him. I hear him. A noise deeply from his throat, guttural, something unheard of before tonight. My heart is racing frantically, what had I done? I wanted to feed his primal side, but now, but now I'm terrified as we haven't played like this. This in fact wasn't play. I defied him the moment I chose to run; when he accidentally dropped my leash, in excitement I took advantage of him. When had I planned this? I hadn't and now I don't know what to do. Usually our play is "planned spontaneity" but I took his planning away; this is all my doing. My choosing. He's going to be filled with a rage; I left him hungry, hard and bewildered. The plan was to suck him, swallow him and now he has to work. He has to work for his food. My beating heart is thumping thunderously in my ears. With my nostrils flaring to help fill my tightening chest expand with more air, I race for my life down the trail. My calves are burning from the sprinting. I'm praying my feet will carry me further to the next grove of trees just down to the right. Paranoid I will trip and fall, I hope there is nothing large down this partially bare path. Suddenly, I can hear rustling of dry brush coming up quickly behind me. Unsure where he is, I'm too scared to turn for fear turning my head will only slow me down. I can't see that far in the dark without needing time to adjust my vision. There are no other sounds other than twigs cracking. Quickly, I spring from the trail heading to the grove of trees. Swallowing hard, I made it, slightly relieved; now I can just hide. My eyes frantically dart around, uncertain if the objects are moving shadows or safe places I can hide. I hurriedly find a shrub behind a large tree I dive taking cover. We've never done this. We've never even discussed anything like this. I don't know how much would actually enrage him. He really dislikes brats, he has a low tolerance for brats; is this brat like behavior? Have I gone too far? I'm suddenly filled with dread over my decision to run. Should I have run towards the vehicle to hide in or in case I needed to actually get away? I don't know why I did this. My heart told me to run. My gut said run. My instincts said RUN. My throat tightens as I'm gasping to catch my breath. I try to breathe deeply to fix the cramp in my side. Suddenly, I hear fast thumping footsteps coming closer, slowing down to a heavy gait crunching dry brush; he's near. Can he smell me? My heart picks up beats, racing while I'm hiding as he nears. I'm afraid my pounding heart is going to give me away. As the heavy footsteps creep closer, my heart now skips a beat when I hear him just a few yards away: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly I slap my hand over my mouth to hide my frightened gasp. Goose bumps prickle my arms. I feel like I'm going to pee my panties any second for being so terrified. What will happen when he finds me? He's so close. I don't know what I was thinking. How is it possible I can actually feel his raging hunger? Electricity, the air is charged, the hairs on my arms and back of my neck are standing. I'm afraid. Would it be better if I gave up and surrendered? I think he passed me to the right of my hiding spot. I should make a run for the car. I draw in quiet courage readying myself to leave the false safety of the bush and large tree. The dim moon streaming through the barren branches leaves nothing but shadows of the trees. My eyes are trying to adjust towards the direction of the parking lot. With the moon now behind it should easily light the way for me. I'm trembling with fear, knowing if I move there's a good chance he will hear me. I no longer hear his footsteps. Deciding it's now safe, I twist slowly to my left to get up. I hear a growl as he snatches tightly to my right wrist. Pulling me up, flings me around to face him only to grab my leash- why didn't I think to take it off?! He jerks the leash with such force it knocks me down to the ground floor. My shaking hands break my fall. I'm now on my stomach. I understand now why I stopped hearing his footsteps, as I lift my head peering through my disheveled hair, I notice he is now completely nude. His cock steadfast and hard pointing at me in an accusatory stance ready to punish. He knew exactly where I was this entire time, quietly watching me, peeling his clothes off. He catches me looking up at him, I slam my face back down in the dirt clobbering my nose. He growls: If you ever run I will catch you do so at lightning speed If you hide I will find you do so but hide quietly You weren't fast enough, nor were you quiet. With leash in hand he's hovering over me in between my feet, kicking my ankles harder than he did when he used the twitch; I can feel his rage. Wet leaves sticking to my quivering thighs, I slide open my legs. I can't see what he's doing behind me while I'm face down on the ground. His breathing is labored not from running, but catching me; he's beyond excited. I jolt when I feel my panties being violently ripped from my body. His knees now firmly pressing on the backs of my thighs. I feel his hands pressing on me, spreading my ass as he sinks his steel hard cock deep into my wet swollen pussy. A whimper escapes my throat while he pumps mercilessly slamming into me. I press the palms of my hands firmly in the slightly damp ground to keep from sliding forward for fear he'll think I'm trying to get away again. His knees now digging into the backs of my thighs, he drives deeper into me, plunging. Just as my pussy begins to relax around his cock, he instantly pulls out. He springs to his feet tugging on the leash to get me to stand. While trying to catch my breath, he yanks me over to a tree. Slamming my back up against the tree the dry prickly bark digs at the skin of my back. Pushing me harder back, he uses my leash binding my wrists together, raising them above my head and tying them up around the tree. Harshly, this time he kicks at my feet to open my legs. I do as his body wills me. Grabbing the sides of my face he in a brute tone announces, "This is what happens when you run." With two fingers he pulls up my clitoral hood. Probing for my engorged clit he pinches gently. With his wet fingers he flicks my clit sliding further down and his fingers plunge deeply inside of my wet quivering cunt. My vaginal muscles squeezing him tightly will him to enter more of his appendages inside me. With his thumb pressing my clit, and in a breathy whisper, "Tsk tsk tsk you can't out run me. And you certainly can't hide from me. I own you. I own you especially now that I caught you. You're mine as I see fit." Rubbing my clit faster he curls his fingers inside of me as if summoning an orgasm from me. With my weakened legs, my thigh muscles tremble, they are failing to hold me up. Ironically my arms bound to the tree help me stay upright keeping me from falling like a rag doll. Vaginal muscles tighten the closer I am to an orgasm. My labored breathing this time isn't from running, I'm on the verge of cumming. He leans in and grazes my neck, his fingers pumping and curling faster. Grabbing my breast, he draws in my erect nipple in his mouth. Pulling and gently biting down on me sends an electric surge to my pussy. His fingers slowly pull out while he descends to his knees. With his wet fingers spreading apart my labia, the tip of his tongue searches for my clit. After pressing on my clit he flicks it with his tongue sinking his eager fingers deeply back inside me drippy cunt. My thigh muscles clench when he drags his wet tongue to the side he knows will push me over. With arms bound above me I look down and watch him in action while he makes me cum. My legs uncontrollably shake as my body shudders with ripples from my orgasms. Multiplying, continuous waves of pleasure rolling through me. As my breathing and heart beat slows back to a normal rhythm, he licks the insides of my thighs pulling himself up gripping my wide hips. Biting on my neck, he unfastens my arms removing them from the tree. With him pressed against me, I feel how hard he is, his cock pulsating. I need him. His hands on my shoulders guiding me, we switch places. Facing him he's now up against the tree. I smile because now he's in the pleasure spot. It's my turn to take care of him. He widens his stance as I cup him in my hands. His heat feels nice. Naturally, I lower to my knees. Placing my hands on his stomach I gently nudge him back against the tree. I slide my right hand down holding the base of his thick shaft. Slowly dragging the tip of my wet tongue up his balls I meet with my hand. Tilting my head a little, I flatten out my tongue pressing it firmly against the base of his hard throbbing shaft. I glide up slowly, purposely feeling for every bump and tracing every bulging vein. I lift my tongue, and with the tip I lightly flick at the frenulum. Pressing flush against the ridge where the head meets the shaft, I pull my tongue around making my way to one side and then back around. Opening my mouth slightly forming a small "O" shape, I insert his head shallow at first. Having my tongue seek out his precum, I lick over the top of his smooth soft skin on his tip. Closing my hot wet mouth more around his head, I add slight suctioning, pulling to drawing him in. I can feel him throbbing. Giving me praises through his growls and moans. Widening my mouth I position him down while taking more of him in. I relax my throat and take him in further down, pressing my nose towards his stomach. Hitting the back of my throat, I instantly gag causing my throat wanting to close up tightly around his cock. I pull him slowly out of my throat dragging my mouth along with tons of my spit left on him. Leaving him soaked. Dripping. Holding his shaft in my hand I lift him to pull on the skin of his balls gently with my wet lips. Suckling his balls, I tug. My hands now on his thighs, I position my mouth over his head lifting and pressing his head through my lips and back into my wet mouth. His praise is louder, grabbing the sides of my head with my ginger red hair entangling his fingers, he pulls my head down on him to go deeper. Relaxing my throat, his cock slides towards the back of my tongue down my throat gagging me again. With him pressed up against the tree, he forces my head back to give himself room to move while fucking my throat. My gagging and moaning increase as his speed increases. He's getting close, shifting his stance squatting lower. Surprising me, he pulls my leash back, pushing me backwards. Dropping the leash, he slightly knocks me back and hovers over me. Flipping me over up on my knees doggy style, he pile drives his wet throbbing cock deeply into my swollen pussy from behind. Pumping fervently, his moans alternate my groans. Panting as my thighs tremble; I'm cumming again. My body shudders as he holds himself still inside me for a second. My vaginal muscles undulate around his cock with my orgasm. He starts pounding me again. Harder and deeper this time. Moaning out loud he tells me he's cumming, therefore I press back a little into him. I can feel deeply him unloading every bit of his seed inside me. He caught me. I'm his. He marked me. I'm owned. Until the flip~ unleash Dedicated to Meta- before meeting we both had this similar fantasy, then explored it further one night, the 2nd time we spoke, co creating during some absolute fucking amazing phone sex! I appreciate you. |
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