Yours Ch. 06

"We're going to play a little game now, sweetheart." I breathed into her ear, "And it involves your slutty little pussy."

I reached behind her and grabbed her ass, digging my fingers in hard.

"I'm going to run my hand up the inside of your thigh... all the way up to your pretty cunt." I whispered, "And if you're dry... if you're really not having a good time... then we'll go back to the bathroom and get you dressed. Then we can have a nice, normal walk around the park. Like a lovely date."

I massaged her firm ass with my fingers as I paused, letting her think about what I'd said.

"But..." I hissed suddenly, making her jump, "If your little pussy happens to be wet... if you're leaking all over your legs... basically, if you are having a good time... then I'm going to bring you into those trees behind me... and fuck you."

She gasped and whimpered, clinging tightly to my body.

This had always been part of the plan. I was torturing her with this game. I knew this was still a part of her that craved normality, and a date in the park would perfectly satisfy that need; make us feel like a nice, normal couple. But that wouldn't happen, and I'd made it her fault. Her own arousal would be the reason we were about to go into those trees. And I already knew this was all going to happen just as I planned... because I could already smell her arousing feminine scent.

Just as I'd told her I would, I brought one hand down to her knee. She was trembling, and whimpered when I started to move my hand up, cupping it around her lower thigh. She sighed as I caressed her, moving closer to her bare pussy.

I stopped for a second and grinned like a maniac, looking down so she couldn't see. I was only half way up her thigh, and I could already feel the wetness on her legs. I hadn't seen her this wet in a while.

Still, I continued my journey up the inside her smooth, creamy thigh, all the way up until the edge of my finger was just about to touch her small, pink pussy lips. I could feel the heat of her arousal from here.

Slowly, deliberately, I reached up and slid the tip of my index finger from the bottom of her drenched, hot, lower lips to the top, resting for a second on her clitoral hood. Without a word I slid my finger slowly inside her, enjoying the heat and tightness.

"I don't know..." I sighed, twisting my finger inside her, and making her knees buckle slightly, "That feels pretty wet to me..."

I twisted my finger again, expertly seeking her out her most sensitive spots, as well as thrusting in and out. She moaned sensuously into my ear.

I was about to speak, tease her or insult her about her sexual appetite, but she suddenly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away from her, only to force her lips to mine. She kissed me ferociously and wrapped one leg around mine, as if trying to mount me right there on the path. I returned her passion, and my cock throbbed in my jeans.

She was incredible. As scared as she obviously was, her lust had clouded her entire mind.

I growled and pushed her away.

"Slow down, sweetheart." I panted.

I looked quickly around. This was the place I'd staked out the last two nights. Right behind me was a fairly clear patch between two bushes, where we could walk into quite a densely wooded area. There were no big rocks to trip over, and no poisonous leaves of any kind.

I grabbed her by the hand and led her into the darkness.

I found the spot I'd picked out, close to the center of the wooded enclosure, a decent space between us and the path. I found the tree I'd chosen and put my back to it, knowing the space in front of us was relatively clear and flat.

I pushed her to her knees, then lifted her chin. I reached into my bag and pulled out my camera.

"Take it out." I ordered calmly.

She practically ripped my belt off trying to get it undone, and yanked my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My cock sprang free, and she immediately reached up to caress the shaft and balls.

"Stop." I grunted.

She whined and let go. I pointed the camera down at her face and flicked on the night vision. In expectation of this moment, I'd set the camera up to display on the screen in night vision, but swap to the high intensity flash for the actual picture. The washed out, slightly creepy green and black of the night vision just wouldn't do for this.

Still, I took her by the chin and led her mouth to the very tip of my cock, just holding it there. She leaned forward to lick the tip and I instinctively, but lightly, slapped her for taking the liberty. She moaned with frustration, but didn't speak.

"Look at the light, sweetheart." I said lightly, turning her face towards me.

On the screen I could see her look up and find the small red dot above the lens. I took my hand away.

"Don't move."

I gently squeezed the button, and the flash went off.

I smiled and looked at the image I'd taken. It was... amazing. The flash had brought out so much color, revealing the blush of emotion on her face, and her full, heavy breasts her clearly visible, right down to her hard nipples. What was also amazing was... well, my own cock. Maybe it was the sense of detachment that came from seeing it in a picture, but my cock actually looked a lot bigger than it normally did. It seemed to jut out terrifyingly, taking up a huge amount of the image.

The picture blinked from existence, and I was left with the night-vision screen again, ready for another picture to be taken. I blinked and felt myself blush, embarrassed that I'd basically been fascinated by the sight of my own cock for the past few seconds.

I shook my head and turned back to Jessica.

I grabbed the back of her head and led her eager lips to the tip of my cock. She waited until I started to pull her closer to open her mouth and take me inside. What a good girl, I thought.

I let her pleasure me with her tongue for a while, savoring the incredible thrill of a blow job in the great outdoors. I pointed the camera down and watched her through the lens. Being outside wasn't slowing her down at all; she still seemed just as determined to suck my brains out through the end of my cock as always, using everything she could to pleasure me.

She couldn't really see, but her eyes were closed anyway. Did she always look like this? So eager? So worshiping? Again, maybe it was just the fact that it was happening on a screen, or maybe it was the strange green-gray tone the night vision gave her skin, but she looked completely different.

I pulled her closer, letting her know what I wanted. She looked up at the camera and took one deep breath before inhaling my entire cock, her lips firmly sealed around the base. I sighed with pleasure as she stared up at the camera, waiting.

I snapped another picture, and waited for the image to show up.

I smiled, even gently laughed when it came into view. My entire thick shaft from the previous image had completely disappeared, leaving a beautiful slut with wide green eyes staring up at me.

I laughed again and pulled her back, letting her breath again. She started to lick my head, but I kept pulling her until my cock was free of her incredible mouth. I took a final picture, a perfect ending to the little blow job trilogy.

She was staring up at me with a look of frustration, her full red lips pouting in disappointment at being denied my cock. There were a few strands of saliva connecting her lips and my shaft, which was now glistening from base to tip.

"Jesus, Jessica..." I said lightly, "Don't let anyone ever tell you don't take a good picture."

She giggled in the darkness and kissed my cock. Despite her laugh I could hear the tension in her voice. She was literally sitting bare-ass naked in the middle of a park at night. Who wouldn't be nervous?

I grabbed my cock by the base and pressed it to her lips.

"Back to work." I said, tucking my camera away.

In seconds I was back inside her hot mouth. She pressed her tongue hard against the underside of my cock head, and forcefully bobbed her head over and over. I jerked my hips forward and grunted with pleasure.

I held her head as she worked. Sometimes when she sucked me she took her time, seeming to enjoy the experience, but now she seemed determined to get me off as quickly as possible.

It wasn't going to take long. This whole situation was getting to me, weakening my self control, and faced with her enthusiastic, and ever inventive technique, it felt I had no choice but to cum.

But just as I was on the brink, she slipped me out of her mouth and suddenly attacked my balls with her tongue. She sucked them into her mouth while my cocked bobbed freely in the cool air.

I grunted with frustration and tightened my grip on her hair. I pulled her back, and shoved my cock back into her waiting mouth. She angled her head to allow me right into her throat, and I almost came straight away.

I fucked her throat hard, barely remembering to keep quiet as I pumped into her.

After less than a minute the pleasure overwhelmed me, and I came. She swallowed every drop, and as I released my grip on her head and relaxed against the tree I was standing against, she softly licked the head of my cock, cleaning the last of my sperm.

As usual, her gentle licking preventing me from going soft, and I was soon as hard as ever in her soft mouth.

I pushed her off me.

"Stand up." I grunted.

She reached out to grab on to my legs, and tried to stand. She failed, barely managing to stay on her feet.

I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, holding her steady.

"Careful..." she whispered, holding on to me, "I just... I came, Sir."

My cock throbbed at her words, and I handled her even harder. I span around and slammed her back against the tree.

Of course she came; a rough throat fucking was enough to get her off in my bedroom, so why would her being naked in public do anything but make it better?

The thought made me insane with lust. I grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up. She wrapped it around my waist, and I quickly pushed my thick cock against her hot pussy. I held it there for just a second, and felt her juices sliding down my cock.

I pushed myself into her, gasping at her tightness. Even this wet I had to push hard with my hips to stretch her.

She whimpered and wrapped her arms around me, suddenly making me take some of her weight. I lost my balance, and for a second I was sure I was going to fall, but I held myself against the tree behind her pushed my hips up even harder.

We found an steady position, holding each other up and both of us mindlessly pumping our hips. She kissed me hard, nipping my lower lip with her teeth. I kissed her back, then pulled away to lick and bite along her jaw and neck.

When I lightly bit her throat she let out a squeal of passion, and a few seconds later she came hard around my cock.

I wasn't going to last long. It was rough, frantic sex, no hint of teasing or patience. I growled as I pounded her, drunk on the sensation of taking her out here and making her do this.

She came when I did, our bodies freezing at the same time, pausing for one incredible pleasure-filled moment, before we released our breath.

She dropped her leg and leaned back against the tree, her arms becoming looser around my neck. I pressed my forehead to hers, not able to see her in the darkness, and we slowly kissed.

I didn't want to linger, but couldn't help but steal a few more kisses.

"Time to go." I said eventually.

In response, she just kissed my cheek, and dropped her arms.

After I made sure the jacket was tightly secure, which was hard to do in the dark, I picked up the bag and took her arm.

We walked slowly back down the path, no real hint of fear or nervousness from either of us. She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked, seeming perfectly content, despite only having one thin layer protecting her naked body from the elements.

The park was still totally deserted, and we didn't see a sign of our two friends from earlier on the way back.

We got to the bathroom with no problems, but I still breathed a sigh of relief when we made it inside.

After entering, I turned to see Jessica locking the door. She faced me, and walked passed me over to the sinks.

"Aren't you going to take this off?" she said, resting back against the counter.

I smiled, and stepped close to her.

I undid my hastily fastened knot, and again worked my way down the buttons. I pulled it open, and she gracefully let it slide off her shoulders.

"I hope we didn't make a mess." she said, her voice calm and breathy.

She turned and held the jacket out, running her fingers along the inside lining.

"Nope... dry as a bone. Good." she said.

She turned around and raised herself up on to the bay of sinks.

She sighed and gently ran her fingers over her nipples, then put them on her lap, before awkwardly running them through her hair.

She bit her lip and looked at me expectantly. I'd assumed by this point she'd be desperate to get changed and go home, possibly even angry with me for fucking her against a tree.

I was so happy to be wrong.

I walked towards her and she sat up, wrapping her sexy calves around my waist.

"Sir... I wanted to ask you something." she said quietly.

She leaned forward and pressed her body against mine, leaving our face inches apart.

"You have all these sexy names for me... slut... whore... and of course... sweetheart." she said with a smile, "But all I get to call you is Sir."

I gently took her cheek and pulled her close to me. She pursed her lips for a moment, thinking I was going to kiss her. I stopped just as I felt her breath against her lips, and she pouted.

"Do you have a suggestion?" I asked, my voice low and quiet.

"Well I was thinking..." she said, "Seeing as how you own me... that there is a certain term that might be fitting."

"And what would that be?" I asked.

Her playful smile faltered for just a second, and I could see her nervousness at bringing this up. But it was just a moment, and she found her confidence again.

"I'd like to call you... Master." she breathed, looking in to my eyes.

I reached up and grabbed her hair tightly, pulling her close to me. I pressed my lips to her ear and said;

"I didn't hear you sweetheart. Say it again."

"Master." she squeaked, barely above a whisper.

I tightened my grip and yanked her head to the side, away from me.

"Again." I ordered.

"Master!" she shouted, her voice filling the small room.

I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her hard, still clinging tightly to her hair. . She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately.

I let go of her to undo my belt, and she slid away from me, trying her best to lie comfortably along the bay of sinks, even with an arm resting inside one.

With my cock freed, I followed her on to the sinks and leaned over her. It was an awkward position, and she giggled as we moved to try and line up, making me laugh. She lay one of her sexy black heels on my shoulder, and I moved forward to press my cock against her pussy.

"Fuck me Master... please fuck me!" she squealed.

I thrust into her, making her yelp with pleasure. I panicked for a second, realizing we still weren't really safe, and clamped my hand over her mouth.

She didn't seem to notice, just moaned and tried to move her hips despite how awkwardly we were joined.

I slipped out of her for a moment to better line us up, then thrust my full length in to her. Again she squealed, this time muffled by my hand.

I fucked her hard, like I had outside. I wasn't giving any thought to the movement of my hips, or the rhythm of my movements, I just wanted to fuck.

With one hand over her mouth, I'd grabbed her shoulder with the other to steady myself. I gripped it tightly in frustration, realizing that despite how fucking horny she made me, it was going to be a while before I could come.

The word kept echoing in my head, 'Master.'

She called me Master, wanted me to be her Master. Just when I thought I'd pushed her as far as she was ready to go, she was finding knew ways to degrade herself to me, to be even more submissive.

She was mine. My beautiful slave, my gorgeous little whore.

I owned her, and I felt it with every thrust, every time I filled her tight little pussy with my hard cock, every time her body shook with pleasure. She belonged to me.

When I finally came, it hit me hard, and fast. A few lightning bolts of pleasure, and suddenly the energy drained from me.

I felt my cock rapidly soften inside of her, exhausted for the night. I looked down and noticed I was still holding her tight with my hands. Her eyes were closed.

I loosened my grip on her shoulder, and released her mouth. She opened her lips wide to pant heavily, her breath warm against my palm. I gently cupped her cheek, and she kissed my hand as it moved closer.

She finally opened her eyes to me, but didn't speak. She was smiling.

I leaned down to kiss her, but my knee slipped out from under me and I fell. My head bumped into her collar, and she slid her leg off my shoulder.

She laughed at my fall, and I could feel her whole body moving under me. I laughed too, the sex leaving my head feeling light.

Our giggles died down, and I pushed myself up with my arms to look at her. She took my head with her hands and leaned up to kiss me slowly and sensually.

"I love you, Master." she said quietly when we parted.

I kissed her again, lightly on the cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart." I said.

She laughed at that, and so did I. I lay together, her naked and me with my jeans around my knees, and just laughed at the situation we were in.

Before too long I managed to untangle myself from her and get to the floor without hurting anybody.

I dressed myself, then held my hand out to her. I helped her sit up, but she didn't stand right away. She looked incredible, and I suddenly got the urge to take a picture. But it wouldn't have worked if I had, the moment would be ruined if there was a lens between us right now.

She looked so happy, so relaxed. So full of love. So understanding of the bizarre situation she was in, and completely accepting of it. I looked in to her eyes, knowing I'd probably remember this little walk in the park for the rest of my life.

I blinked and the feeling vanished. I smiled.

"Let's get you dressed, sweetheart." I said.

The first step was to deal with the mess we'd made of her inner thighs, the mixture of our sexual juices, some of which had already started to dry.

I ran some toilet paper under the cold water and gently wiped her clean, even lightly running it over her swollen pussy, making her gasp and giggle.

We didn't speak as I helped her step into her panties, or her skirt. I slipped her bra on and again used the mirror to help me work out how the strap fastened, which I hope she didn't notice.

I leaned back to check if the bra was on properly, which it seemed to be, and I noticed something on her skin. A dark bruise had started to form where I'd been grabbing on to her.

I ran my finger along it, and she looked down. She saw it, and stroked it with her fingers. I put my hand over it, fascinated with how it almost perfectly fit the shape of my hand.

For a second I was worried, but she just smiled at me.

She raised her arms as I pulled her t-shirt out of the bag, and I slid it on to her.

She stood for this, and faced the mirrors. I put it on the same way I'd taken it off, standing behind her and gently kissing her neck.