The day was gorgeous. It wasn't supposed to rain and it was the first break in the heat of the summer we'd had in what seemed like ages. I took the opportunity to call in from work and get some things taken care of around the house.
Sometime in the afternoon I figured I should probably take the dog out for a walk. I put the leash on my Beagle and we walked down to Greenham Park. Greenham was just far enough away that you had to almost go there on purpose, but just beautiful enough that it was worth the walk. It was designed over a century ago by some famous rose garden designer; and he went all out with Greenham.
The entire park is carved up into 5 sections; the largest of which is the maze built around a grotto in the center. Every so often the maze will be shut down while they move some of the sturdy plants into different configurations and wait for it to grow back together; it keeps us guessing and is a source of constant enjoyment for the park visitors. It had been re-opened for a week now, and I hadn't been there for the new maze yet, so I figured now would be the perfect time.
Being the middle of the afternoon and most people were at work, there wasn't much for scenery on the way to Greenham, and most of what was there wouldn't be legal for another few years. It seemed the older I got, the sluttier the girls dressed, and I didn't know if it's a sign of changing minds or changing times. There were quite a few good lookers in my age category, however, and a few that turned every head they walked by. It was shaping up to be a good day.
The park was almost empty. Not even the local children were around playing on the grounds, and it had a pleasantly eerie feeling in the calmness. I tied the dog in the pet area and made my way through the maze. I was almost to the center (I thought) when I heard a noise that got me running; the moan of a woman, and she sounded like she was in trouble.
I broke out of the maze into the clearing that surrounded the grotto. My eyes hit the beautiful splendor of the fountain in the middle, the rock encrusted walls of the grotto, and finally settled upon the picnic tables in the area before seeing the source of the distress.
Tied to one of the small, square picnic tables was a woman, her age impossible to tell, but she was definitely in her twenties or older. She was spread eagle and naked on the bench, and she was actually physically tied to the bench, her knees to the edge of the small table, her elbows tied to the edge, and her hands and feet were cuffed together under it. I immediately pulled out my pocketknife and walked toward her.
The clicking of the blade drew her attention my way. Before I could say anything, she looked at the knife and shook her head. I paused in my step and saw, scrawled in block letters with vivid red lipstick across her belly between her round tits and her trimmed black bush "Use Me." The raven-haired captive motioned toward something over my shoulder. I turned and looked and there was a hand camera tied to a tree branch with its little red light flashing. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
No sooner had that thought rattled through my brain than my cock rose and I lost all ability to think about the situation beyond the fact that a brunette with long hair was tied naked to a table in front of me. My dick started to try to rip a hole through my pants and I folded the knife back up and slid it in my pocket. I walked the last few steps to the strumpet bound before me and I walked around her, soaking in the vision lewdly displayed before my eyes.
Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and fell off the edge of the table under her head. The small square table held her perfectly and the benches around it had been moved, providing perfect access to her mouth, her cunt, or her ass. She couldn't have protested if she had wanted to, and she sure as hell couldn't have moved.
Her body was in excellent condition; for whatever age she was in, her skin was creamy and felt soft under my fingertips. Her pussy was small but wet, and her beaver was almost clean except a small patch of fur directly over her slit. Her ass had been thoroughly washed; the little pucker was almost the same color of pink as her pussy. Her brown eyes looked up with wanton desire and her angelic voice croaked out "Please?" I could do nothing other than comply.
My dick was out in a flash and I maneuvered it in front of her pussy. I pushed her lips apart with my fingers and found her already hot and wet. I wasted no other time in pushing my engorged dick into her, making her moan loudly. I still had no idea what the fuck was going on, but I knew I was going to blow my load up this wild twat, no matter what the consequences.
I began a steady rhythm, more for me than for her, though her moans signaled her approval almost as loudly to my senses as her watering pussy did. It took two strokes for me to stretch her pussy around my cock, her wetness splashing on my balls as I bottomed out in her. I grabbed her hips and used her tied body for leverage as I slowly pulled back out of her snatch and then slammed back into her, fucking her as hard as I could without bruising myself. She started moaning almost continuously and letting out a sharp little yelp every time I pounded her pussy. I could feel her clit rubbing against the root of my dick, and I reached down and fiddled it with my thumbs as I started fucking her pussy harder and faster.
The grotto made her moans and screams echo, and it made the wet slap of our crotches louder. The harder I slammed into her, the tighter and wetter she got, the more I wanted of this soaking velvet snatch. She clamped down hard on my cock and I started to blow my load while buried hilt-deep in her quivering cunt. My eyes clamped shut and I felt my knees weaken with each surge and I heard her moans grow louder, but they seemed muffled. My eyes opened and I saw another bloke standing on the other side of her, his thick cock sliding slowly in and out of her throat, his balls resting on her nose at the end of his deep strokes.
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I heard the moans and it sounded like some chick was getting the shit banged out of her in the grotto. I tried to get through the damn maze faster, but I just couldn't manage. Fuckin' grounds crew had just rebuilt the damn thing and they changed it good this time.
Who ever was banging that chick was fucking her stupid; I could hear the wet slaps every time he pounded that pussy. I finally broke into the clearing and I saw some chick tied to a table, and tied damn good, too. He looked like some loser accountant and she was fucking hot; brown-almost black-hair, creamy white skin, good looking body. I got closer and whipped my dick out; I knew whipping this guy's ass wouldn't be a problem if something wasn't right here. I got closer and read "Use Me" written in red on her belly and I figured what the fuck. The other guy seemed to be in mid-cum and I could see his dick twitch as he filled her cunny full of his load. I stepped around her, her eyes locked on my rod and I walked right up to her. The little bitch's mouth opened and I slid my prick right down her throat, and she started swallowing like a pro.
Her tongue worked my meat like an opera singer delivering her performance. I stroked in and out, my balls hitting her nose each stroke, and I could see her throat stretch around my dick as I impaled her. My hips started rocking, her lips kept locked onto my rod. Every once in a while she did break connection to my cock, the wet popping sound echoing loudly around the grotto.
