The man senses how the tension is slowly leaving her body and she returns his kiss more and more eagerly. He lets go of her pussy and slides his hand under her t-shirt, cupping one of her breasts, then squeezing her nipple. He deepens the kiss, his own passion growing stronger. His erection is pressing against her belly. And little by little, the last of her fight dissolves. The energy between them finally feels right. She has yearned for this with her entire being and now she can let go. The girl surrenders to him fully and that moment suddenly feels divine. Her legs give out and it is only the man’s body that keeps her from falling.
△△△
At long last the man pulls back from the kiss but he remains pressed tightly to her. He grabs her butt and lifts her up. The girl instinctively locks her legs around his waist while holding onto his broad, strong shoulders for balance. She is positioned just perfectly for him to begin grinding his hard cock against her clit. The pleasure comes so quickly and overwhelmingly that her head drops back against the tree as she closes her eyes and lets out a delicious moan.
“Do you want me to fuck you, little one?” the man teases her in a smug tone.
“Yes, Sir, please!” she manages to whisper between moans without opening her eyes.
He lets one of her legs back on the ground, but keeps the others around his waist. Putting some space between their bodies, he maneuvers his hand between her legs, pushes her undies aside, and slides two fingers inside her welcoming cunt. His large fingers fill her up so wonderfully, she is soon on the edge, but he does not let her cross to the other side.
“No orgasms yet, my insatiable little slut,” he whispers to her, then puts her back down. Her knees are shaking and she needs to lean back against the tree. He has edged her twice today and seeing her so shaken with arousal pleases the man greatly.
“Now she is calm enough and aroused enough to get some proper dick choking,” he thinks to himself smugly.
The man has taken notice of her scraped knees, so he takes off his jacket and places it on the ground in front of her, then pushes her to kneel on it.
He has had the urge to shove his cock down her throat from the first moment he saw her. He entered the café where they were supposed to meet and the girl was already there. She was so engrossed in the book she was reading, she was oblivious to the world around her. The man observed her for a few minutes. Her brows were furrowed in concentration but then, like the sun peeking behind a cloud on a gloomy day, she smiled at something in the book and her entire face lit up. And the way she would absent-mindedly tuck a naughty strand of her long, acorn-colored hair behind her ear or touch her finger to her lower lip was so sweet, he knew in that instant he wanted to make her scream with pain and pleasure. Something about her innocent cuteness awoke his most primal and aggressive side.
Now that she is kneeling in front of him and looking up with those big, green-gray eyes of hers, it takes all of his self-discipline not to brutally fuck her on the spot. He unzips his pants and frees his cock. It brings him utter masculine satisfaction to see her eyes get wider at the size of him.
The girl approaches him delicately, her hands resting palms-up on her slightly open thighs, and gently licks one ball, then the other. She slowly glides the tip of her tongue along the shaft and up toward the head, then stops, takes a testicle in her mouth and sucks on it the way one would suck on candy, then moves to the other and does the same. She returns to licking his shaft and then makes several circles at the base of his head with her tongue.
She looks up to see him observing her with hooded, lustful eyes and maintains eye contact while she slowly opens her mouth and envelops the head. Her lips slide down on his length until the tip of him is as deep in her throat as she can handle. He groans with pleasure. She stays like that for a moment, still keeping her eyes on him. When at last she needs to take a breath, she pulls back a bit and starts blowing him, while cupping his balls and gently massaging them.
The man lets her suck him for a couple of minutes, emitting low sounds of enjoyment, and finally, when he decides it is time to show her who’s boss, he takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head in place, while he shoves his cock as deep as possible. He doesn’t move and observes her with contentment as she begins gagging, her eyes tearing up. The constriction at the back of her throat feels so good! He backs off to let her breathe, then pierces her again, and then again. The girl keeps her mouth open to let him fuck her face, tears mixed with saliva running down her chin and neck. It hurts her and she is choking, but the man is merciless. He pounds her throat until finally he erupts with a roar, lets go of her hair and allows her to attentively suck him dry.
When they are done, he is satisfied to see that her face is a mess but she is smiling at him.
“Good girl!” he encourages her. Then he helps her to her feet and gives further instructions. “Take off your t-shirt, then close your eyes and don’t make any other moves.”
The girl obeys without a word. She hears something being put on the ground, then unzipping. If the man was carrying a pack of some sort, she never noticed it.
She tenses up for a moment, suddenly nervous about what is to come, but then the man caresses her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over her cut.
“We’ll have to take care of your cuts later. I don’t want this beautiful face scarred.
Keep your eyes closed. I’ll give you some water – you’ve barely had anything to drink all afternoon,” the man says with fake reproach in his voice and presses a bottle to her lips. She is parched and takes several big chugs before he takes the bottle away.
“Open your eyes and pull up your hair.”
The girl bunches her hair with both hands and holds it high. The man puts a leather collar around her neck and carefully fastens it. He hooks his index finger through the ring in front and brings her face closer to him. She needs to stand on her tippy-toes.
“You belong to me now,” he states as his gaze penetrates her.
The girl sinks into his magical green eyes. She tries to read any threat there, anything that would make her withdraw her consent, but what she sees is the reassurance that he will call all the shots but will also protect and take care of his possession. She can agree to that.
“Yes, Sir,” she responds finally.
“Good. Now close your eyes again.”
The man blindfolds her with something soft, cuffs her wrists together in front of her and with one hand on her shoulder, guides her a few steps to the side. Her arms are pulled up in such a way that the girl has little room to maneuver, so she stands there, tied and blindfolded, and waits. She doesn’t even know where the man is. The anticipation is making her nervous.
The man takes off her panties and takes his time to inspect her body. He notices all the scratches and cuts that she has gotten today. It brings him satisfaction to know that she will carry these for days and they will serve as a reminder of the hunt.
He glides his strong hands all over her – along her outstretched arms and under her armpits, at which she giggles, over her breasts and stomach, down the insides of her thighs – there is a light bruise on the right one where he slapped her earlier – and the backs of her knees and up to the round hemispheres of her behind. He loves that she has curves yet still feels delicate in his arms.
He also makes sure to read all the stories that her body and her skin have to tell, all the small marks and imperfections that make her unique. After all, he doesn’t want a sex doll who has nothing special to offer him – he is holding a real woman in his hands and he likes that!
Finally he tells her to open her legs and stand on her toes, then with a hand on her back bends her forward as much as the rope permits. He wants to claim the most intimate parts of her then and there, but the moment has not come yet. He spreads her butt cheeks and takes a close look, knowing she is probably blushing, then brushes his fingers over her wet pussy toward her anus. She trembles with longing, but he steps back. There will be time for this later – the girl feels slightly cold to the touch, so he shouldn’t keep her out here in the open much longer.
Oh, but she looks so delicious like this – the wood nymph that he captured and is now his and only his!
At last, he comes close to her from behind and with a fist in her hair he lifts her up and pulls her head back. He growls in her ear in a way that makes her shiver with arousal.
“Whose body is this?” he asks as he presses her close to him.
“Yours, Sir,” the girl responds in a soft voice.
“And whose are these lovely tits?” he squeezes one breast hard. The size of it is a perfect cupful.
“They are yours, Sir,” she exhales.
“And who owns this hungry cunt?” he murmurs as he slides two fingers in her and wiggles them back and forth.
It feels so good that her voice betrays her and she breathes out the words.
“This cunt also belongs to you, Sir. All of me is yours.”
“Yes, little one, you are mine. Mine to do with as I please.”
He lets go of her hair, takes a step back and slaps her ass. Her white skin is like a blank canvas. And he wants to paint. He removes his belt and, holding it folded in two, he aims for the middle of her butt. He hits her with moderate strength, to test where her pain tolerance is.
Leave a Reply