Kidnapped in the Woods: Raw Fuck with My Surprise Master

Heart pounding, I sprint through the woods on killer 12cm heels. Bare except for dark stay-up stockings, rosebud plug stuffed in my ass with Master’s cum. Paul and Marc hunt me like prey. Five minutes head start. Game’s rigged, I know. Twigs snap underfoot. Birds chirp too loud. Sweat beads on my skin despite the breeze.

Hide behind a thick oak. Breath ragged. Footsteps? No. Silence mocks me. Then, voice from behind: ‘You’re fucking gorgeous naked in the woods.’ Spin around. It’s him. Max from the restaurant. The guy who fingered me in the bathroom stall. Grin on his face. Cock already bulging.

The Chase and Capture

‘Ninety minutes felt like eternity.’ He grabs me. Strong arms crush me against him. Forehead to forehead. His scent hits—musky cologne mixed with lust. Hard dick presses my belly. Kiss crashes down. Tongues battle. I melt. Fight it? Nah. Pussy throbs.

‘You followed us?’ ‘Dropped my date first. She’s not my wife.’ Jealousy flickers. Stupid. He squeezes my ass. Fingers tease the plug. ‘Keeping Master’s orders?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Good girl. Now I’m taking you.’ Lifts me like nothing. Carries me out. No screams. Just wet anticipation.

His car. Jacket over shoulders. We speed to his place. Cute 70s house, private yard. Drops jacket. Kneels. Cleans my heels with a handkerchief. Kiss on my pubis. Shiver rips through me. Inside. Naked again. Ice tea. He strips too. Ripped body. Cock stands proud.

Couch cuddles turn hot. Kisses deepen. Hands roam. Fingers pinch nipples hard. Dive into my soaked slit. ‘You’re mine now.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ Orgasm builds fast. He twists nipple, rubs clit. Fingers fuck me. I explode, screaming.

Exploding in Ecstasy

Kneel. Worship his cock. Lips glide shaft. Balls in hand. Deepthroat. Gagging bliss. He cums. Thick ropes down my throat. Swallow every drop.

Phone buzzes. Paul’s call. Max answers. Taunts him. ‘Keeping your sub. She’s begging for it.’ I confirm. ‘I’m good, honey.’ Line cuts. More drinks. Four on all fours. He rims my ass. Tongue probes. Slap wakes me from doze.

Pins me. Massages tits. Cock between cheeks. Then, reverse cowgirl anal. Guide his thick head to my hole. Sink slow. Inch by inch. Fills me perfect. Better than Paul. Thrusts up. Hand on clit. Fingers circle. I buck wild.

‘Love your ass destroyed, slut?’ ‘Fuck yes, Master! Pound your whore!’ Build insane. Nipples tweak. Anal slams. Cum crashes. Waves drown me. Scream like animal. Collapse.

Phone vibrates again. Reality creeps. SMS sent earlier. Paul’s sweating. I stir. Slip off his cock. Plug back in? Nah. Dress in his jacket. Kiss goodbye. ‘Until next time.’ Drive away. Back to life. Just a filthy secret.