Blindfolded and Bound: My Raw First-Night Fuck Against a Tree

It’s late, day dying. Car rolls to the end of the dirt path. He leans for a kiss. I push him back, grab my bag, hop out. ‘Drive off. Come back in ten.’ Phone buzzes in my pocket—his last chat message, unread. Days of dirty texts, dick pics, my wet pussy pics. No more screens. Real adrenaline now.

He returns. Darker. Headlights catch me—back to him, pressed against the rough tree trunk, legs spread wide. I’ve changed: sheer black stockings with seams, that killer black dress hiked up, red stilettos. Nothing else. Blindfold on. Hands cuffed behind the tree. Heart hammers. Is it him? Footsteps crunch twigs. Silence from him.

The Approach

His hand on my hip. I shiver. Real touch after all that buildup. He lifts the dress, bares my ass. Pulls down the top—tits out, nipple clamps dangling, hard peaks straining. Garter belt only. I arch, wiggle my hips. Offer myself. Headlights gleam on the anal plug between my cheeks. Cord dangles from my dripping pussy—Ben Wa balls stuffed deep, juice slicking my thighs to the stocking tops.

He steps close again. Twig snaps. I turn my head, breathing ragged. One finger on my parted lips. I suck it like cock, hungry. Switches hands, deep-throating fingers, sloppy blowjob mime. He pulls away, shoves my cheek firm against bark. Rough texture bites skin. I stay put. He taps the clamps—tits swing, jingle. I shake my chest to keep ’em going. He tugs hard. Nipples stretch. I gasp, cheek glued to tree. Pain-pleasure blur.

Silence. I grind tits on bark, scraping sensitive buds side to side. Moans escape. Then hips to trunk—pubis hits rough wood. Slow grinds: left-right, up-down, forward-back. Clit shocks electric. I freeze, whimper. Keep going. Lights show my cream trail to stockings, plug winking. Balls push it out. One final cry—I peel off, arch deep, wait. Offered.

Bag nearby, toys laid out: crop, vibe, lube, Rabbit. Twigs crack. Something trails my leg—crop. Flinch, then smack on ass. I spread wider, ankles nudged apart. Pussy exposed. Crop teases, then stings. Soft-hard mix. I crave the bite. He slides under me—tongue laps my swollen clit, soothing fire. Gel from bag—wait, heating gel. Burns sweet.

The Explosion

Vibe to lips—I suck it slick. He teases ass, pushes balls deeper with buzzing tip, uterus quakes. Back to clit—torment bliss. Uncuffs, squats me back to tree, recuffs. I spread thighs, jiggle tits, tongue out. Belt unclicks, zipper. He strokes watching. Cockhead paints my face, neck, tits. Lingers at lips. I tilt, lick shaft, suck head. He groans. Deepthroats me, fucks my mouth. I finger myself.

‘Let’s continue elsewhere.’ I nod.

In car, blind, cuffed, dress bunched. Seat flat. Road blurs—city? Woods? Stops. Lights on. Rabbit on belly. Alone, exposed. Possible watchers spike fear-lust. Feet wide—one on dash, one gearshift. Gynecologist spread. Lips part, balls peek, clit throbs, drip starts. Suck Rabbit pornstar-style, drool chin. Buzz clit—real shudders. Flip doggy, head down, ass to windshield. Yank balls, lick clean. Plug out, tongue it. Fingers: two ass, four pussy. Rabbit in. Climax builds—stop. Back to spread, wait.

Door unlocks. Hand checks irritated pussy—gentle. Out, knees. Cock in mouth—pulls. Cum blasts: face, blindfold, mouth. Swirl, spit on tits. Back in car. He holds me down, uncuffs hands. Semen dries sticky. No questions. Home. ‘Game over.’ I smile at cum stains. Strut in half-naked—torn stockings, red pussy, trails everywhere. Mirror: wrecked, gorgeous.

The Disappearance: Thanks exchanged. I’m anonymous again. Phone silent. Life resets. Until next itch.