'Come on babe will you puhleasee?' I ask as you flash me your dark eyes while pulling your shoes on as the dog dances with no ryhthm at all at the front door. 'Ok ok godsake' you mutter loud enough to be heard around Dexters almost painful singing.
It's a glorious day, sunday midday and the dog is ready to rock. You'd been nagging me for days about taking Dexter to the lakes again and today was perfect for it. Almost too hot for me, you look, well, alive. Just sparkling, with a hint of smoulder underneath, helped no doubt by the short summer dress you are wearing combined with my earlier persuasion to dispense with the unneccessery bra. Needless to say your freshly waxed pussy isn't hindered by underwear despite the shortness of the dress.
I shoulder the bag and we depart the house for the car. It's a short drive and you spend most of it pouting and flirting. The damn heat gets you every time.
Fifteen minutes later and the dog is off and away chasing his reflection in the water as you and I wander through the field. Time is getting closer now I can feel it, not just from the passing minutes but from my own internal clock.
'Francesca it's time we had some of those nude outdoor pictures I've been hankering after.' You flash a look at me, it wasn't a question...'oooohh kay, what you got in mind?' Excellent. I knew you'd be happy for that. I lead you over to the copse closeby, a place I'd scouted out only the day before unbeknownst to you and I take a camera out of the shoulder bag. I pose you against a tree clothed, semi-clothed, showing your bottom, pressing breasts in the treebark. Pretty pictures. Pictures and exposure that is getting you hotter and hotter. I remove the dress. Now you are naked. It was nice before with the dress still on, but now it seems very much more exposed. That small strip of cotton makes such a difference now you are without it. It's a little more scary now. Not scary proper, but there's an edge now.
'Can we go home soon and fuck me please?' Sparky. I love that. 'Babe, I'd like some better ones, some with a little rope....ooops I found some in the bag, how lucky' I say with no humour in my voice.
'Shouldn't we check Dexter hasn't got lost?'
'No'
'I really think we should. He could be in danger and what sort of..'
'Be quiet.' I'm engaged in rope untwining as you pout.
'Turn around sweetheart.' You do as asked with a final huffy sigh which I idly wonder if you copy from your 6 year old and loop rope around your upper arms, your biceps, and bind them pulling your arms backwards towards the centre of your back. Pushing your proud fat titties with the air aroused nipples outwards and removing your use of those limbs. Finishing off by tying the wrists together. A further double loop of seemingly redundant rope is placed around your chest, underneath your breasts and by this I lead you some 5 yards to my arranged spot. It's here that I found the woodcutters work, god bless these country copse keepers and their woodland husbandry. It yieilded me with a beautifully secluded spot AND a chainsawed trunk of tree lying sideways. About 4 feet in length and 3 feet off the floor it makes a great horse. I guide you astride it and take a few more pictures. Not that I have turned the camera on as yet...the better shots I figure are yet to come, but the distraction of you watching me as I 'take your picture', makes you unaware of the 3 shadowy figures directly behind you in the foliage.
I put the camera down and wander over to you...pinching a nipple and murmering how lovely you look. And you do. You are dripping and I can smell you. I tell you this and you flush a little. 'It's time for a spanking babe.'
'No. David. Not here.' I chuckle and pull you across my lap as I seat myself on the large log. I proceed to spend 10 minutes spanking your arse, not viciously but hard and very repetetively, turning your freckled bottom a deep blush of crimson. A hand into the shoulder bag while you are still astride my lap, squirming a little, gets the lubricant and I quickly have your cheeks spread and pouring cold lube onto your rosebud anus. You squeal as it hits and moan a little as I work it in. I dip inbetween your ass and cunt and you squirm in earnest but I stop regardless of your best protest moan.
Standing you upright, despite the heat of the day you are aware of your burning bottom in the still air. I move you astride the log again. Legs at the very start of the length I lie you over it. Your bottom is presented perfectly. Your tits just fall free of the other edge and I take the redundant rope and secure it to the log itself thus pinning you to the log by your torso. I take two other ropes from the magic bag and quickly secure your legs apart.
'Babe I need to go and find Dexter.'
'NO!'
'I'm sorry?'
'David don't leave me like this' You have that look thats tells me midsmaster wouldn't do such a thing.
I get a nice stick about an inch and a half thick and prise your mouth open. I force the stick inbetween your teeth and tie it on either end around your head. A good stick gag. Then I go to your bottom end and thrust three fingers into your sopping cunt and work that slut-spot for a minute until your hips begin to hump against the wood and my hand. I stop and spank your arse two vicious slaps as you yelp behind the bark of the gag and look mad as hell. I wander out of the clearing and reverse back upon myself to the foliage to your rear where the guys are waiting.
I light up a freshly prepared joint and watch as the three men quietly make their way towards you and lean against a tree which gives me a great view. From their rear approach and your bondage you are unable to see them even if you knew they were there. I see you flinch as a hand touches your bottom gently. You relax though. It's me after all. You'd been very careful to look out for surprises. The hand is withdrawn and you gasp as a blindfold is put over your head but you make no complaint as the binds tying your gag are loosened. You spit out bits of bark and gasp your air back as you settle into your predicament.
You feel a hand grab at your hair and lift your head and then feel the familiar heat of a cockhead around your cheek and lip and you instinctively open your lips and capture the meat. That safe, warm, hot feeling begins to envelope you as you draw deeply on the cock in your mouth and run your tongue around the thick head. Something isn't right. It is Dave. Isn't it? It feels almost the same, but not quite, the ring isn't there ok....but perhaps he took it out before we came out? he often does? oh my god..you realise..it's a thicker cockhead than dave..I'm sure.
'D..' You begin to say as you pull your head back...at that instant you feel other hands gripping your stinging buttocks. The shock stops you for a second giving the unknown receiver of your oral expertise the opportuinity to thrust his cock much farther down your throat, causing you to gag a little but with no respite, the cock is lodged in your mouth and he has control of your hair and head movements. Then you feel the entry from behind of another penis. Thin but long it works into you easily and with no foreplay just begins to fuck you hard and fast. The shock is overwhelming. The sensation is sooo good. Panic!. Suck. Slap. It's all happening so fast now. Oh god you love it so. Where is dave???
