Under the Old Tree

I had less than an hour left to finish my preparations, I wanted everything to be perfect for our special day out. I knew he liked it when I paid close attention to the little details of dressing up for him. I wanted his beautiful cock to be hard when he laid eyes on me, I wanted to see that hunger as his dark pupils took me in.

I stood in front of the mirror and assessed what I was working with. The weather was ideal for a flirty summer dress, which was almost too short as it skated across my thighs and felt very revealing across the shoulders in all of its strappy glory. After great deliberation, I pulled on a sweet and innocent pair of silky white panties with many depraved thoughts running through my mind. It was a hard choice, the traditional idea of going sans panties, completely bare underneath the fluttering skirt of my dress, was almost too appealing. Particularly so that I could feel the slickness of my pussy as it coated my thighs, and more so that he could have easy access to my hungry hole as we drove to our destination. Though, the deviant in me couldn't shake the visuals of having my slick horniness soaking into the soft material, creating an obscene patch of wetness evident to anyone who caught a glimpse. I loved the thought of his fingers roughly forcing the material to the side before they plunged deep inside of me, making me squeal and moan in that expert way that he does.

I checked my make-up in the mirror and nervously toyed with my hair, waiting patiently for him to arrive as I moved around the bathroom, happy and wiggly. I didn't have to wait too long before hearing the confident knock on the door that had me skipping eagerly to open it. Seeing him framed in my doorway made my heart do a small backflip as my eyes were able to admire his features once again. The way he stood so tall and proud accentuated the broadness of his chest and shoulders. He had donned jeans and a shirt in a deep, dark green, which I desperately wanted to snuggle into so that I could absorb all his fresh scent. He shined with the clean, groomed look of someone who had carefully tended to themselves in the mirror. His beard and hair were neat and styled to accentuate his gorgeous high cheekbones, strong nose, and excited eyes. I felt like a person who had been travelling for months finally seeing their home, feeling the flood of relief and contentment, knowing that very soon they will be in exactly the right place. This was the man who I loved and adored with all of my heart, and I was so happy to be in his presence once again.

"Good afternoon, Kitten," he said, his voice sounding like honey to my starving ears, as his hand reached up to cup the back of my head, pulling me towards him for a kiss. His kisses never ceased to create an explosive display of light and energy behind my eyes, in my brain, and across my whole body. It was impossible not to sink deeply into the rush of bliss flooding through me as his lips and tongue found mine. Impossible not to wrap my hands into his hair to hold him closer, to greedily, silently, beg for more.

"Good afternoon, Daddy," I replied breathlessly, already losing myself in the heady rush of his presence.

"You look very nice, Kitten," he said proudly. I couldn't help but grin and bounce slightly with his praise, "like a sweet, little whore that just wants to get fucked." The emphasis at the end of the sentence and the direct filthiness of his words made me gasp slightly and blush, knowing full well that he was exactly right.

"Thank you, Daddy," was all I could manage as a reply, ever the creative wordsmith.

He placed his hand under my chin. With warm, appreciative eyes he studied the make-up I had painstakingly applied earlier, taking his time to notice all the details as my eyes shifted down, nervous under his close gaze. "Beautiful," he said, leaning in to kiss my lips again. My chest fluttered happily as his words filled me with warm feelings equivalent to more than a thousand tight cuddles.

"There's just one thing we need to do before we leave," he said, a teasing tone in his voice, "wait here." There was no arguing with the command in his tone as he disappeared into my bedroom, leaving me to wait as my horniness and anticipation grew larger within me. I didn't know what to do while I waited, unsure whether to continue standing awkwardly or to sensuously place myself onto a chair to wait like a confident lioness.

I was relieved that I didn't have to make any decisions about how or where to stand as his return was swift. He had something hidden behind his back as he grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen table, placing both of my palms flat on the table so that I was bent at the waist. He stood behind me and flipped my skirt up to expose my already soaking panties, which was the exact view my depraved mind had contemplated earlier. He made a sound of appreciation and rubbed his hand on the fabric covering my pussy, teasing me in a way that made me wish I was bare, wish that his fingers or, even better, his cock, were inside me. He eased my underwear down, bringing them pervertedly down to the middle of my thighs and presenting me to his intimate stare. His fingers again touched my wetness, stroking up and down my slit with a touch that felt like lightning. It always amazed me that his touch could feel so intense, just a simple light attention felt far beyond anything I had ever produced in my solo, late-night explorations.

As I started to moan and wiggle in heightening pleasure, his fingers moved up to my shy, little asshole. Stroking and teasing me in a way that was almost too much to bear. He always knew exactly how to turn me into his panting, little bitch, barely touching me and yet making me urgently grind my hips, seeking more.

I felt something cold and hard pressed against my asshole and realised the reason he had gone to my room was to fetch my plug. The cold steel now threatened to be thrust deep inside me as it pushed insistently against my tight hole. He placed a steadying, comforting hand on my lower back, whispering words of encouragement for his brave, horny girl. I breathed, trying to quiet the instinctual need to pull away from the assault, burying my fears and the prudish thoughts that he shouldn't be doing such a naughty thing to my backdoor.

"Such a greedy little hole," his words hummed from behind me, and with those simple words, my body confirmed his assessment, gobbling up the hard metal and leaving me with a cute, sparkling gem shining above my slick cunt. My body shuddered with the sensation of feeling so full, so quickly, rippling with an odd, heightened type of pleasure. I moaned deeply, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding, taking a moment to adjust to the presence of the plug within me.

"Good girl," his praise was so genuine and loving that I couldn't help but beam proudly as he gifted me another of his intoxicating kisses.

"Are you ready, my horny, little slut?" he asked me, sincerely checking that I had all of my things in order. I glanced at my bag and my shoes near the door. "Yes, Daddy," I happily replied.

"Good," he nodded, with a cheeky grin, "then let's go."

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He bundled me into his passenger seat, whorish panties firmly back in place and my plug strongly reminding me of it's presence as I buckled myself in. I loved when he drove, it always gave me opportunities to stare at his side profile and admire his features without being caught in his piercing gaze. The side angle also highlighted the charming way his eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled. He didn't mind the way I watched him, he didn't make me feel like a weird stalker, in fact, I knew he appreciated my eyes shining at him with such worship.

"So, where are we going, Daddy?" I asked cheerfully.

"It's a surprise, don't you worry about a thing," he replied calmly.

I hadn't expected him to tell me. It had been a surprise in the making after he had asked me to ensure I had the evening free for Valentine's Day. I had never really celebrated the day before, except for receiving the odd bunch of flowers from various exes, and so I was stunned by the novelty of us spending time together on a day that was meant for supreme and hedonistic indulgence in love. All week my mind had been filled with wonderings of what he had planned and even now I had no idea what he was thinking.

As we drove, I was acutely aware of the fact that my horniness hadn't decreased in the slightest, in fact, every time I felt my ass squeeze around my plug I couldn't help but grind and sigh a little. The distance between us seemed like forever and I silently cursed the centre console for existing. My hands reached over to his side of the car. Needing to touch as much of him as I could, stroking his arm, squeezing his thigh, rubbing the back of his neck. I particularly liked how this last action caused him to lean into my hand, evidently enjoying the pressure on his tight muscles.

His hand came to my thigh, teasing the bare flesh as he drove. He gripped it firmly and spread my legs apart, pulling my knee towards him to allow him access to my damp panties. I shamelessly spread my other leg wide, desperate to feel his whole touch between my thighs. The stroking pressure of his fingers on the soaked material drove me wild, it was a heavenly sensation and yet I was craving that sliding feeling of his skin on mine. I moaned in a needy, frustrated way, spreading my thighs wider and moving my hips against his hand.

"You're such a fucking whore," he growled at me in such a seductive tone that I couldn't help but throw my head back against the head rest and moan even louder. "Take them off." Again, his tone of command had me instinctually reaching my hands to my hips to slide my underwear down and off. I held them in my hands, shocked by the amount of horny nectar that seemed to be trapped in the fibres. It was almost tempting to wring the material between my hands to see how much would drip onto my thighs.

He cast his eyes towards my confused face, glancing back to the road as we went. The scenery outside was becoming lush and green as we ascended into the forested hills. The road was more twisted, with sharp bends and climbs. When he presented his open palm to me I gratefully placed the no longer innocent knickers into his hand. He chuckled, "open your mouth," wide-eyed, I complied, staring at him with my mouth open and tongue out, like a scene from a hentai clip. I felt the part, I was hungry and horny enough to be a panting, hentai slut. My pussy throbbed at the thought.

Continuing the delicate balance of navigating the road, he reached over and began shoving the panties in, stuffing them all the way in until my mouth was full. I felt slightly embarrassed, it felt naughty to hold them there and to not spit them out in humiliation.

"A good little slut like you loves the taste of pussy on her tongue, don't you?" he was right, I could taste the sweetness of my own juices soaking my taste buds, "whether it's your own or someone else's, you would be happy with either, wouldn't you." I couldn't help but blush at the vision his words implied, of a girl straddling my face and grinding her silky, slippery pussy over my tongue. My breathing increased as I nodded urgently at him, spreading my thighs again slightly in a subtle invitation for his attentions.

He always knew what I wanted, what was best for me, which was one of the many reasons I was infatuated with this incredible man. He didn't miss the tiny movements of my body responding to his words and barely hesitated before his hand plunged back between my thighs and found my sensitive, swollen clit. He worked it with such skill that I was very quickly bucking my hips against him and grabbing hold of anything solid to keep me from tumbling from the Earth. Gripping onto the handle above the window didn't help me much as a muffled cry escaped my lips and I crashed into an intense orgasm that rippled across my entire body. My asshole pulsed gratefully against the hard steel as my pussy clenched on itself, hungry to be filled.

He didn't stop, taking my orgasm as his cue to easily sink two fingers inside of my yearning fuckhole, working them in and out in the most perfect way, stroking those deep sweet spots inside of me in a way that had me calling out and moaning around my improvised gag. I had barely finished my last orgasm and the next was singing my name. I needed it so badly, my body tensing and fucking onto his hand in a way that was beyond my control. My every instinctual need was driven towards the gift of my next chance to cum all over his magical fingers. My awareness of anything outside of the sensation of being filled and toyed with was non-existent, the road, the car, gone. It was just me and him and the sweet heaven of the way he touched me. Nobody in the world could do what he did. I felt the heat and swell of the edge that I was about to tumble over again, moaning and crying as I happily gave myself over to the feeling, but then his hand disappeared.

"Fuck!" was all I heard as I whined in desperation, my frenzied eyes seeking him to see where he had gone, why he was tormenting me on the edge of such perfection. I pulled my sopping panties from my mouth and began to summon words to beg him to continue, but noticed his eyes were fixed on his rear vision mirror, a furrow on his brow as he studied something behind us. It took me a moment to realise that the air in the car had changed, his attention had been drawn elsewhere.

"What happened?" My legs were still spread wide, one arm holding the back of his seat and the other behind my own headrest. I was confused, I looked outside the window at the twilight darkened trees wondering when the sun had started to go down, curious about what was so important that he had to stop such a beautiful moment.

"A stick, I'm pretty sure, or a branch, on the road. It clipped the tyre," he tested the steering a little, swerving slightly left to right. "Not the best time for you, hey, my desperate, little whore," he ran his finger back along the swollen flesh of my pussy, lightly tickling my clit in an agonising way.

"Terrible timing," I moaned softly, resting my head back against my chair, trying to spread my legs wider even though there was limited room. "Please, Daddy, keep going, please?" the last word came out as a desperate whine as his fingers were again inside of me. I giggled happily, ecstatic as the orgasmic feelings came back in a rush. Though, this time, he was slow, tantalising, his moves were precise and careful, making sure that I could feel each and every single stroke or point of pressure within me. He brought me closer and closer to that lost orgasm, but each time that I started panting and moving in that tell-tale way, he would slow or change his movements, balancing me along a knife's edge as only someone who had an intricate knowledge of my body could do. My skin glistened with sweat, a thought crossed my mind that surely I was ruining his car seat with how wet my pussy must be.

He muttered something under his breath that I didn't hear, my awareness once again heavily focussed on the electrical feeling flowing through every part of my body. I heard a click, his fingers were again removed, but before I could muster the air in my lungs to complain, they returned angled and thrusting perfectly against my g-spot as I felt his lips crushing mine. It was impossible not to cum in that moment, the heady torrent of such intense stimulation in my cunt and the perfect rush of passion that filled me with his kisses. I screamed against his mouth as his tongue invaded me, I writhed and submitted to the overwhelming feeling of all the edged, trapped pleasure finally being released. It wasn't over quickly, I felt as if I was caught in a storm, wave upon wave crashing against me as he continued to fuck me with his hand, his lips moving to my neck to allow me to gasp for air in between howling squeals of satisfaction.

It took me a while to come back to the present moment, he offered me his pussy-soaked fingers to languidly lick and suck as I tried to catch my breath. It took me even longer to realise that the car had stopped. We were pulled over on the side of the road.

"Where are we?" I asked, trying to take in details of our surroundings.

"Not there yet, unfortunately," he said with a slight hint of frustration, "I think that one of the tyres may be flat."

"Oh no! Really?" I squeaked out.

"Mmmhmmm, you wait here and have a rest while I go check," he cocked a grin at me, "you will need it."

With those promising words, he exited the car, leaving me to adjust myself in my seat and peek out the side mirrors as he moved around to check the vehicle. I heard a muffled, "fuck's sake!" then he was opening my door, unfastening his belt at his waist.

"It is a flat, I'll have to change the tyre," he said, undoing the fly of his pants and releasing his gorgeous cock right in front of me. The position where he was standing meant that his cock was very much my main view, proud, perfect and very, very hard.

"But before I do that, on your back, whore," he reached in and grabbed my hair, pulling and twisting to guide me so that I was flat on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the seat facing out of the door. "Spread your legs," I was glad for the slightly darkening sky upon that instruction, knowing full well that if anyone were to look in through the window they would see my bare, glistening pussy on full show. He moved down towards me and I opened my mouth eagerly, knowing exactly what he wanted. When I tasted his cock on my tongue I felt a rush of joy flood through me, the intoxicating flavour and scent sending me happily back into that place of oblivious bliss. The fact that we were momentarily stranded had left my mind completely.

It seemed that he was just as horny as I was. He went straight to thrusting his cock deep into my mouth and then down further, forcing his way into my throat. He moaned as he felt me open to him, stretching around his thickness and allowing his length to slide so deep that his balls smothered my nose, restricting my breathing as he held me in place. He started slow, repeating that same movement, sliding deep and holding for so long that I started to struggle against him in an attempt to escape and breathe. When it all seemed too much for me, he went faster, holding me in place as he brutally fucked my throat, causing me to gag and choke as I tried to gasp tiny sips of air between thrusts. My hands came up to push against his thighs, desperate to pull away for a break from the relentless pressure against my tonsils.

Finally, he released me, pulling away from me while simultaneously dragging me unceremoniously out the car by my hair. I loved it when he treated me so roughly, like his horny captive. He pulled me down and I squatted at his feet, trying desperately not to have my knees pressed into the rough ground beneath me. His hands wrapped in my hair and I opened my mouth hungrily for him, needing to feel the brutal way that he used my mouth for his pleasure.

This moment wasn't for worship and long languid licks, this was a time to be claimed in one of my favourite ways - being forcefully throat-fucked... on the side of the road! The sound of an approaching car and the flash of headlights brought me back to reality with a flash of panic. They could see us! Again, I pushed frantically against his thighs, this time desperate to escape the humiliation of being caught being so deviant in public. He ignored me, continuing to use my mouth as his personal fuckhole, his fists gripping tight in my hair.

I noticed with horror that the car seemed to be slowing. As they came closer, I heard the tell-tale squeak of brakes as they stopped moving completely. The back of my head pressed hard against the closed car door as his cock buried down my throat, right to the hilt, squashing my nose against his pelvis and preventing any hope I had of breathing. I felt that familiar gagging feeling rise within me and tried desperately to calm myself, to accept the intrusion even as the panic of being caught raced through me.