He looked at me with a smile and began stroking his cock to reenergize his erection before saying quietly, “You still have a little more work to do, don’t you?”
Even though I would have been content to lay on the blanket and close my eyes in the afternoon sunshine, I knew that that was not going to happen just yet. He didn’t say it in so many words, but I knew what he wanted, what he felt he was owed and I felt obliged to comply with his unspoken request. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his dick, licking the head before letting the shaft into my mouth and eventually down my throat. He kept smiling as he proceeded to fuck my mouth, whispering, “That’s my pretty little slut, take it all and let it slide down your throat. So nice to feel your warm, wet mouth around my dick as I fuck you. I can feel that you like it and you want more, don’t you?”
I managed to say, “Yes, please.”
He withdrew his cock and moved to kneel by the top of my head. He fixed my pillow and placed it under my neck so my head hung back allowing a more direct entrance for his stiff erection into my throat. Gently he moved to insert it saying, “Take a deep breath now,” and after I did, he began to push his cock straight down my throat until his testicles rested on my face. He moaned with pleasure and massaged the sides of my head before withdrawing so I could catch my breath again. “Yes, you are a pretty little cunt and I’ll enjoy using you,” he said while working on the rhythm of fucking my mouth, “such a nice hot cunt.”
I could feel his body begin to stiffen as the tempo of his thrusts increased and he began to groan louder until, ultimately, he cried out and began pulsing loads of hot semen into my mouth while holding my head so it did not move. In this position it was difficult to swallow and I found myself choking on his cum, some dripping out the sides of my mouth, a small amount going into my nasal passages, and most, thankfully, finding its way into my stomach.
When the ejaculations finished, we laid together on the blanket for quite a while just enjoying the day. Finally, he sat up and began getting his things together saying simply, “That was nice. You’re a good cocksucker, very accommodating, and I’ll bet men really enjoy fucking you. I know that I did, and I look forward to more in the future.” He said these words matter of factly as he dressed and I began to gather my things. As I reached for my clothes to start dressing, he added, “Not yet. There’s a long walk going back, and you may as well be comfortable until you get closer to the parking area.”
I regarded him strangely as I stood there naked, but finally replied, “If that is what you want, okay.” I put my clothes in my backpack and only put on my socks and hiking shoes for the walk.
“You walk ahead, and I’ll follow so I can watch your ass move. I’ll bet you have a sexy erotic walk and a tight butt so I will enjoy looking at you,” he said. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this arrangement but the thought of it is exciting in a bizarre way. Hiking a trail in the woods, stark naked with a strange man while he fantasizes about my ass after fucking my mouth and filling it with his semen. Yes, it’s exciting, and I was getting aroused at the thought.
We walked for about an hour and it was a pleasant hike. My companion said few words and when he did, they usually concerned sex. I didn’t mind hiking in the nude, but I would prefer it with someone I knew and who was in the same state of undress. At first his choice to wear his tee shirt and shorts puzzled me but then I realized that it wasn’t a decision to remain clothed because of shyness or embarrassment but rather a desire to have me submit to his authority and exert power over me. He told me to remain naked after we had sex and I accepted his demand without question or rebuttal. His instructions during sex prompted me to plead with him to do what he wanted to do anyway; but I begged for it. I was destined to be his bitch from the outset and now I am parading in front of him so that he can ogle my ass and think about doing what? I could guess but that only served to excite me.
“When you get to the large tree on the left, leave the path and walk into the woods for about 50 yards,” he instructed. “You’ll see several large pine trees with a clear space beneath them covered in pine straw and we’ll stop there for a while to rest. Spread your blanket on the ground for us and make yourself comfortable.”
His instructions were clear and simple and when I asked how long he planned to stop, his response was also clear: “Don’t concern yourself about that, just do as I ask.”
I spread the blanket on the ground and sat down, leaning against my pack. He put his backpack on the blanket toward the leading edge and removed his shoes, shirt and shorts. He was now as naked as I was and I smiled and commented, “Better this way, right?”
He returned the smile and responded, “Yes, naked is always better.” He leaned against his pack and stretched his legs in front of him, spreading them wide. “Kneel in front of me with your arms at your side.”
I am not sure why I was so compliant but that’s neither here nor there. I did as requested without a word and knelt before him looking toward this naked man who by now had an extremely proud erection. “Good. Now, lean forward and take my penis into your mouth without using your hands and let it remain still in your hot, wet mouth,” he said quietly. “Savor its feel, its taste and think about what I did to you earlier. Think about how you desired my dick and how you would have done anything to get what you wanted. Think about the hot cum that filled your mouth, your throat, your stomach, and how you liked the feeling of it running down your cheeks, over your chin onto your chest. All that sweet semen just for your pleasure. Remember the taste of your own cum as you licked it from my fingers and from my cock. Wasn’t that special, something that excited you almost as much as you are now by reliving the experience?”
He was right. I had a rock-hard erection simply listening to him talk about what transpired between us earlier. It had only been a few hours since I had a wonderful orgasm, and I could not focus on anything else but having another. His erection was resting in my mouth, but as hard as ever. I gently licked the head while it remained in my mouth, and I could taste the precum that oozed onto my tongue. My breathing was getting heavier, and I could think of nothing but the penis in my mouth and how lovely it felt.
“I want you to place your pack in the center of the blanket and then lay down with it resting under your abdomen. Cross your arms, place your head on your arms and get comfortable,” he instructed. All this I did without a word, assuming that he wasn’t looking for conversation. He rose from his position and took a bottle of suntan lotion from his pack, poured some in his hand and proceeded to apply it to the full length of his stiff dick. When he finished that he took a little more and rubbed it into the crack of my ass, focusing on my anus and rubbing the sphincter before pushing his middle finger into my ass. “I don’t want you to say anything or make a sound, and stay still,” he commanded. “I want you to be quiet and enjoy the experience, and if I say something to you a simple nod or quiet sound in reply will suffice.” I nodded my understanding of his expectations and adjusted my position to be more comfortable, as well as spreading my legs farther apart.