FabSwingers.com forum: The Grounds of Vieux Château

By *eclanH OP Man
over a year ago

Liphook

There was a mountain to climb. And we were going to climb it.

A short hike through the forest would bring us there, a striking granite cliff face—a little-known climber’s gem in Bourgogne, France.

Mark and I had planned on reaching the summit by noon to enjoy the sight over Vieux Château and the countryside. But plans change.

Mark licked my pussy.

Gagged and restrained, with my knickers and climbers’ rope, there was little I could do to stop him now. Not that I wanted him to desist. God no…

By *eclanH OP Man
over a year ago

Liphook

He had spread my cunt lips wide and slid his tongue repeatedly through my slit. *Mmmm, it felt so fucking good.* I waited—desperate—for him to suck my clit.

My feet were planted on wet earth, mud squeezing through my toes, my legs spread wide, straining, each ankle individually restrained with rope. So too were my arms, raised to my sides, bound taut. I was tied between two trees…naked…vulnerable…his to be used. The thrill of it was intoxicating.

Mark started fingering me. His free hand clutched my arse, nails digging into my skin. And God yes, now he cupped my clit with his mouth and sucked. *Jesus, what was he doing with is tongue?*

My cunt gushed, an orgasm imminent. But shortly before I crested the peak, Mark withdrew. It was a deliberate denial. *You bastard!*