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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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From the first reading of her fab profile, and looking at Mel's pictures I knew I was attracted to her. We exchanged messages and toyed with fantasies of ropes, BDSM and rough sex. Mel's fantasies seemed to head to darker places than mine, and the taboo made the anticipation more erotic.
Commitments made meeting up difficult, so a few little 'challenges' were set. And, as much as Mel was quick to complete them she 'forgot' to complete them. She said she saw punishment as foreplay, like she was goading me.
Then she mentioned in a message that sex in the rain, with the chance of getting caught was something she wanted to try. The challenge being that Mel had no transport, and living in a rural seaside town no easy way to escape. This coupled with family staying with her meant that her punishment (or reward) was going to have to be well planned.
I sent her the brief details and the time to meet. Initially she resisted, but then agreed.
I drove the ten minutes to her town wondering whether she would have fully complied with my request.
As I rounded the final corner, I saw her in the coat we'd discussed. She had walked through town, on a busy evening, passed the busiest pub, with all the drinkers out on the street. "Good girl" I though to myself.
I made the U-turn in the road and stopped by Mel. As instructed she got into the back seat of my car. Once inside the slightly tinted rear windows offered a bit of protection from prying eyes as Mel removed her coat before putting her seat belt on.
"Evening Mel" I said, looking at her gorgeous eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Good evening, Sir" said Mel with a trembling voice.
I adjusted the mirror to check. Sure enough Mel was sat there in sexy lingerie, her fabulous breast on display, knickerless and with sexy (new) stockings leading down to heels. We drove the short distance to the car park in silence. The only slight noise from the windscreen wipers clearing the drizzle.
At the deserted car park, I got out and let Mel out. "Walk in front of me" I instructed.
As Mel walked to the first kissing gate I admired her naked arse, as the totally inappropriate heels crunched in the broken surface. As she went through the gate, I gently grasped her neck, we'd talked about choking and kissing. I held her lightly, but firmly as I pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. I could feel her tremble with anticipation.
"Walk" I say again, pointing down a path into the trees.
I walk just behind her, letting my hand brush on her arse cheeks.
"You know what's coming don't you Mel?"
"Yes" is the breathed reply.
The first, unexpected, smack makes Mel draw breath and pause in her walk.
"Keep walking" I insist. I return to brushing her arse cheeks.
We arrive at the end of the path in the half light and steady drizzle. The picnic table the focus of the walk.
"Bend over" I demand.
Mel leans forward. I walk round the other side of the table, grasp her wrists and pull them forward.
"Stay still"
"Yes Sir" Mel answer correctly.
I tie her forearms as we discussed, and secure them to the table. Mel's stockinged, now straight legs begging to be stroked. I grab a clump of her hair and firmly arch Mel's neck back. I allow my hand to trace a line down her back, over her naked arse cheeks and down the outside of her leg closest to me. The cool rain making Mel's skin cold to touch. My hand returns up the inside of her thigh. I explore her pussy briefly, and just as Mel had said she would be, she's soaking wet.
"You're already enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yes sir, sorry Sir"
The next open palm lands on the red mark from the last one. Mel moans loudly in reply. I allow the rain to cool her skin before placing another smack in the same location. I repeat this and am pleased to see Mel's legs tremble. I roughly push two fingers into Mel's now sopping cunt and feel her body tighten. I take my fingers out, and release her arms from the table leaving them bound together.
"Kneel" I direct. We'd discussed that Mel thought she had a 'compliant' throat, and this I wanted to experience. I undo my trousers and pull my cock out in front of Mel.
"Spit on my cock"
Mel quickly obliges, before thrusting her head forward. I know she'll need to warm up to this, but I'm impatient. I grab her head and force my cock into her throat. She gags lightly but I can sense she's working hard to relax her throat.
I let her head back off a bit.
"You know your task?"
Mel nods and forces her head back towards me. I feel her throat relax and engulf my helmet. This is unusual for me, not many have successfully managed this before.
I wait. We discussed this next move, Mel unsure in her messages whether she can. She pushes her head toward me, without any help. I feel her lips part as her tongue pushes out and onto my balls.
"Good girl" I moan. Grasping her hair I pull out, Mel grateful of the gasping breath she takes before I force my cock back down her throat. I alternately face fuck her and allow her to breathe.
I pull her off my cock and push her over the table. My saliva covered cock easily entering her dripping cunt.
We both need this. The anticipation has been huge. Again I feel Mel's legs tremble and her body tense. I pull out, landing another smack on her already red cheek. This time her legs tremble more, not less.
"Ask" is my simple rhetoric.
"Make me cum, please Sir" is the response.
With one hand I pin Mel's back to the table. With one solid thrust I force my cock into her deeply, slamming against her buttocks. Mel's moaning become louder. This is the fuck we both need. Mel shudders as her orgasm floods her body. Her legs collapsing her whole body supported by the picnic table. I feel the warmth of her orgasm on my shaft and balls.
As she slumps, I pull out. She knows what to do and greedily pumps my cock in front of her.
I cum hard, growling almost as I shoot my cum over her tits.
"Thank you" she mumbled in the rain and dark.
We walk back to the car in silence, Mel in a daze I help her back into the coat she'd left in the car. I drive her to where I'd collected her less than an hour before. She now had to walk back passed the pub, her chest covered in my jizz before she could get home.
I drive home.
I check my phone after I park.
"Sir, tomorrow evening, please come to mine - I need something rougher".
After tonight I know the messages will be more taboo, but that this is the start of something horny.
Thank you Mel.
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