Under the Old Tree

"Hey! Do you need any help?" came a voice from the strange car.

"Nah, it's all good, just a flat," his reply was so casual as he thrust harder against me, crushing my skull into the metal door. I would have marvelled at his ability to switch over from the horny beast he was a moment ago, but my struggles to be free were all that was in my mind as I felt my head starting to buzz from lack of oxygen.

"No worries, mate, we're on a property just up the road so sing out if you need anything," and with that, the car accelerated and was gone.

I heard a chuckle above me and just like that, I was released, his cock pulled dripping from my gasping mouth. I looked up to see him deftly tucking away his erection and fastening his pants. I pouted slightly at seeing his delicious cock disappearing already. I had been loving the feeling of his hardness tearing into me with such selfish need.

"Aw, it's okay, you will have plenty of time for more later," he said in a teasing tone, helping me to my feet. "First, I've got a little game for us to play. I need to change this tyre and I don't want you peeking in the back, so we're going to see who can do their job fastest."

"Their job?" I didn't get it, he was changing the tyre, "but, what's my job?"

"Your job, my juicy slut, is to make yourself squirt, right out here, I want to see you turn this dirt into mud."

I gasped in shock, there was no way I was brave enough to do something like that out in the open, and besides, I didn't even think I could make myself squirt.

"Don't worry, little one," he said, leaning in to kiss me seductively on the lips, "there's a special prize for you if you are the winner, something very, very special."

He reached for my hand and guided it down between my legs, giving me an encouraging smile before walking towards the back of the car. "I want to be able to hear you, girl," he called over his shoulder.

I stood there, dumbfounded. It was hard enough playing with myself in front of him in the bedroom, putting on a show like a little horny diva, but this, this was something very much out of my comfort zone. I was outside, anyone could see me! Although, as I turned my head looking left and right, I realised that it was quite a safe spot to be. There were trees directly in front of me, though they were becoming quite dark and shadowy, I didn't expect there to be any voyeuristic murderers stalking within the leaves. The road was quiet, the only car that we had seen was the one that slowed to check our wellbeing, no others had passed in the whole time we had been parked. I marvelled at the way that he thought, that he was always finding ways to challenge me and push me outside of my comfort zone while also keeping me safe in the process.

Daringly I rubbed my swollen clit, amazing myself at how wet I still was. It really did feel good, it would be all too easy to happily indulge in the sensations if I were alone in my own bed. But here, there was more challenge, as if a block in my mind was stopping me from letting down my timid walls.

"Come on, slut, you know you want it. Don't you want to sing for Daddy?" his voice called out from the other side of the car. I saw his head disappear behind it as he ducked down to do something with the tyre. I really did, I knew exactly how horny it made him to hear my voice and to hear all of the perverted sounds that I made. This was such a unique opportunity that, despite my nervous reservations, I really wanted to grasp and not waste it. I wanted to play for my Daddy.

I closed my eyes, leaning back against the car as I visualised my bedroom in an attempt to steel my nerves. Then I started to play. Stroking and teasing myself in the ways that I loved best, wishing that it was his wicked tongue on my clit, plunging deep into my fuckhole. I moaned loudly as I imagined his head between my thighs devouring me as if I was the only meal he had eaten in a year. I gasped and squealed at the thought of his big hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer to him to better taste every last drop of sweet nectar on his tongue. My fingers furiously working my cunt as I vocalised loudly just how good it felt to pleasure myself for him. I wanted him to hear exactly how it felt, to know just how badly I wanted to be stretched and filled with his perfect dick.

As my breath quickened and my voice went higher and higher in ecstasy I suddenly became aware of a presence near me. My eyes flew open in startlement, my secret daydream forgotten as I stared directly into his eyes, his pupils dark and hungry. "Too slow, little one," he growled deeply, gripping my throat as I squeaked in shock. He pinned me brutally to the side of the car, pressing against my neck to keep me in place, and replaced my fingers with his. Owning my pussy and showing me just what it needs as he thrust first two, then three, then four fingers deep inside of me. I squealed at the invasion but he held me firm, it was intense to be stretched so much but the pain was lessened by just how dripping wet I was. The way he moved inside of me was so amazing that I was soon singing out praises for the way he made me feel and begging for release. I felt the familiar warm flood building within me, in a way that was slightly different to those other orgasms. I realised that he was going to have me squirt one way or the other. Right here, in the middle of nowhere.

"Daddy, please! Please!" was all I could manage when I felt the dam break and the hot gushing feeling as I squirted across his hand and all over my legs. Under my shrieks and squeals I could hear the splashing sound as the dirt beneath me was steadily soaked more and more as he continued to work my stretched hole, not stopping until he was sure he had wrung me dry.

He held me by my throat a moment longer, leaning in to roughly kiss me in a way that made my head spin, and then released me. "Good girl, you put on quite the show." All I could do was pant a weak, "thank you, Daddy," in response.

He walked to my door, opened it, and gestured me inside, "after you, my filthy whore."

~~~

As we continued our drive I couldn't help the awestruck way that I stared at him. I was shameless in the open expression of adoration I felt. How could he have done that, how could he make me feel so fucking good. The way that he played with my body was like a musician with their instrument. He was aware of every tiny move he could make to create a symphony within my skin, reading me as the score to work me into the greatest crescendo at his will. I had never met anyone like him and would never understand how I could ever be so lucky as to be the one who he played, the instrument he had chosen, his masterpiece to create.

He caught me looking, well, he knew I was looking, but his eyes caught mine as I stared lovingly at his profile, clinging like a koala to his free arm. There was a warm look in his gaze, heating the primal hunger that existed just below his tenderness. I knew that this man loved me, purely by the way he looked at me, not just in connected moments like this, but also in those frenzied, animalistic moments of fucking and control. He loved every part of me just as I love every part of him. The sweet, the dark, and the filthy.

The car pulled off onto a narrow side road and started winding up a hill, slowing as we reached the top. Sitting up straighter, I took in the details and realised why he had brought me to this place. It was beautiful. We were pulling into a lookout that gave a clear view of the forested hills beneath us and the brightly sparkling lights of the city beyond them. To the left I could see the darkening ocean with it's waves highlighted and shimmering from the light of the moon. The view was stunning, but what made it even more amazing was the sky above us. From our vantage point the stars in the sky were astonishing. It was impossible to see so many of them scattered across the inky darkness when surrounded by the lights of the city, but out here, in the forest, they shone as if they had been reborn with new energy.

I looked over at him, curious as to what he was planning for such a stunning location. I could tell by the playful smile he flashed me that he could see the surprise and amazement on my face. He leaned towards me and I gratefully seized the opportunity to fall into another of his kisses, sensing his enthusiasm and happiness that his plan was again back on track and meeting his expectations. Exceeding my own.

"Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed for this next part, no peeking, or do I need to blindfold you?" he asked me with a serious intent gleam in his eye. "I won't peek!" I said earnestly, not wanting to ruin his surprise through such a greedy action.

"Good girl," he said smoothly, kissing me again and guiding my hands up to cover my own eyes, "wait there and I will get you when it's ready."

So I did, waiting very patiently like a child playing hide-and-seek, though not so innocently rubbing my thighs together and rocking on the plug in my ass in a horny motion that could not be helped. It seemed impossible to satisfy the never-ending waves of lust and neediness that I felt when I was in his presence. There was just something so perfect about the way he held himself, and especially perfect in the way that he held me, mentally, emotionally and physically. He always made me feel so safe and unsafe at the same time, in the best ways possible.

When he came to collect me from the car, he opened the door, pulled my hands from my face and kissed me again. It seemed that I was not alone in the need to feel our lips touching in that intimate exchange. The way he guided me from the car seemed both timid and excited, like he was watching me for any sign of fleeing his vulnerable expression of romance. As if he was waiting for me to declare, at any moment, that it was all far too much, that nobody could possibly be as in love as we were right in that moment. I didn't declare a single thing. Instead, I held onto his hand and followed him, full of trust, towards the grassed area of the lookout.

I was very impressed by what greeted me. He had clearly spent a great deal of time planning such an idyllic and hedonistic scene beneath the thick trunk of a very old tree. Before me lay a soft-looking picnic blanket scattered with cushions and a big fluffy rug. He had strung some fairy lights from the branches of the tree so that they glimmered and twinkled like glow worms, highlighting the beauty of the sparkling stars above us. Small jars with tealight candles surrounded the perimeter of the rug, creating a ritualistic beauty to the space he had designated purely for us. I noticed a bottle of my favourite wine, with two elegant glasses, and a platter laid out with a variety of our favourite foods, cheese, meats, hard-to-find delicacies, and tiny pickles!

I felt my heart swell up in an instant, I couldn't believe that he had put so much time and effort into this night, that he had done it all for me. I squashed down the fleeting thought that there was no way I was worthy of him, that someone could ever care for me in such a way, and instead I felt tears brimming in my eyes as I realised this man truly did love me. Possibly more than I could ever hope to comprehend. What was more, I loved him back just as much and could not imagine a world without his constant, perfect presence. I couldn't hold back the floodgates with that thought, tears trickled silently down my cheeks as I overflowed with golden joy.

Having a sixth sense for those kinds of things, he drew me into his arms as we reached the picnic space. Caressing the tears away with his thumb, "are these happy tears?" he crooned gently, kissing my cheek and along my neck. "Yes, most definitely!" I sniffed, "this is beautiful." He held me then, in the space, not rushing to show me his decadent feast, instead existing together in that beautiful moment of grand appreciation for the other. I snuggled my face into his chest, deeply inhaling his warm scent and calming with the slow pace of his breath.

It wasn't until my tummy growled in a startlingly obnoxious way that he laughed and pulled away gently, still holding my hand, never letting go as he guided me to a cosy space on the rug. "Come, let's eat!"

It really was a fine feast, I could tell that he had put thought into what kinds of things would be gladly devoured. I noticed that he even included some of his favourites and felt a small glimmer of happiness that he was also satisfying his cravings, that the night wasn't designed purely for my pleasure only. It was important to me that he enjoyed himself. I sat down between his thighs as he rested his back against the tree, enjoying the connection of his broad chest and his words warm in my ear.

We ate, we chatted, he poured me wine as I giggled at his jokes. The moment of deep romance was lightened slightly as we played together and told small stories. He made me blush several times with lewd comments and teasing remarks about the plug in my ass and what he was planning to do with me after we had been fed. Running his hands over my nipples and squeezing my tits, he delighted in reminding me of what a dirty whore I had been previously, sucking his cock in front of those people and then squirting like a horny mutt into the dirt. His cock pressed hard into the small of my back and with each statement I could see his eyes becoming darker and darker. It was only a slight change, his demeanour stayed light and playful, but every time he caught me in his gaze I felt a flood of lust and need. I could sense his hunger and my body couldn't help but respond.

He nuzzled into my neck, making me moan blissfully as ripples of electricity shivered through me as he kissed and sucked my sensitive skin. He continued his expert handling of my body, toying with my breasts and stroking down my curves. Reaching between my thighs as my legs spread instinctively, gladly giving him access to my wet, aching pussy, the food and drink completely forgotten. Again I was reminded of how perfect his touch was, a full front row demonstration of how my own pales in comparison. He stroked my clit lightly, teasing me up so that I was panting and wiggling between his thighs, arching up to try to gain more pressure from his fingers.

I turned my head to catch his lips on mine, loving the sensation of his tongue stroking against mine as our kisses grew hungry and hard. I couldn't help myself but to turn around to face him. Straddling over his lap to gain a better angle on our kiss, but to also feel his solid dick against my bare swollen cunt. I moved against him, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans against my inner thighs and pussy. Hoping with perverted fascination that he would have a wet patch soaked on the front of his pants from my horniness. I moved on him in a way that I knew felt good for both of us, channelling my inner stripper to give him the best lap dance he had ever had. Probably not the best for technique, but judging by the look in his eye, I knew he wouldn't trade that moment for anything, or anyone, else.

The intensity and the friction was overwhelming and I found myself tumbling into another orgasm, simply by humping on his lap like a horny teen. Yet, it felt far more complex than such a bashful encounter, I felt as if the very air was humming around me. I could have had a crowd of spectators in the surrounding trees and I wouldn't have known. I was in my own heavenly space in, the space that was just us together and free.

I cried out, muffled by his mouth on mine. He grabbed me and with some deft skill, swapped our places, suddenly it was I who had their back to the tree with him between my thighs. The rough bark was pleasant against my skin, I enjoyed the way that it pressed unevenly into me and scratched so slightly. It was a beautiful contrast to the sensations I felt as he grabbed my hips in his arms, angled me just right, and began to devour my dripping pussy.

I moaned in ecstasy, gripping his hair, as he licked and sucked every sweet, hungry area with such skill. How I loved the way he treated me so generously in those moments. An act that I had never personally enjoyed with anyone else had become one of my most favourite experiences. I never wanted him to stop. I felt like a Queen being tended by the most talented Master of Love throughout the land. It was just too good! He had me writhing and squealing out in pleasure and questioning the gods as to the existence of someone like him. It was impossible not to cum all over his tongue multiple times. His skill was that he could easily roll me through wave after wave of impossible orgasms, building and flowing to the next until I was sweating and gasping out that I couldn't bear any more. Even then he continued, holding me in place as I struggled away from the never-ending pleasure, fucking my cunt with his fingers as he tortured my clit with his tongue, ensuring that every last drop of pleasure was drawn from my body and given to him.

I flopped with quiet relief when he finally showed mercy upon me, releasing me and studying my exhausted body as my pussy juice dripped from his beard. My relief was short-lived as I felt a pang of longing run through me at the absence of his touch. It had felt too good, too addictive, for me to not instantly want more. But I was tired, so tired, the way that he made me cum made me feel like I had run a marathon or competed in some kind of gruelling triathlon. It felt impossible to catch my breath, my body felt like lead, each limb laying heavy in whatever position they had fallen. The throb in my cunt was persistent as it twitched and spasmed with aftershocks of the pleasure. He always knew how to take me too far, which is always just perfectly far enough. I loved that merciless streak in him, the one that loved to torment me with more than I could handle. Many would be too scared to go so far, for him, it was as easy as breathing. Having such a deep understanding of me that he knew exactly what I could handle, and I trusted him with my life.

I couldn't help my happy tears falling again, there was something so exquisite that it felt a blasphemous sin to not commemorate it with some kind of expression of gratitude. "I love you so much, Daddy," I gushed through trembling lips.

He scooped me up in his arms, placing his back against the tree while cradling me against him, "I love you too, my sweet girl." He squeezed me tight, giving adoring kisses to the top of my head, "you rest for a moment and then I'll have you ride and earn a thick load of my juicy cum." I enthusiastically agreed to this proposal, as enthusiastically as anyone who had their full energy reserves drained from their cunt could agree.

I snuggled into him as he hummed quietly to himself, or to me, I wasn't sure. He rocked me slightly and I couldn't help but doze in his big arms, feeling so content and safe even though we were in the middle of nowhere, alone, I felt as if I was in the best place I could ever be. He would never let anything happen to me, I knew it in my heart. This man was always going to take care of me.

I dozed deeper than I thought, I was woken by his movements behind me. He had one arm still wrapped firmly across my body, holding me in place, while the other was busy at work on the tree. It was quite an impressive feat of balance and flexibility to be able to do that while trying not to jostle me. I looked closely at what he was doing. He had a knife from our platter and was carefully etching our initials into the trunk of the tree, just like a teenager would do with their first love under a bridge. He completed the marking by bordering it with a love heart and sealing it with a cheeky smile to me.

"You're awake," he slowly thrust his hips against my side, reminding me that I had a special treat waiting for me.