Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods (2 page)

For now though, he had other plans.

After hefting the toy bag on his shoulder, he grasped her hand. “Come.”

Sam led them deeper into the woods, walking hand in hand. They chatted about regular life stuff, laughing at the stories one another told. When they came upon a stump in the forest floor, he stopped. Releasing her hand, he set the toy bag on the nearly flat surface of the stump then rummaged through it for a condom and travel-sized bottle of lube.

“Perfect,” he mumbled absently to himself before zipping the bag closed and standing back. “Strip,” he ordered, enjoying immensely the way her eyes grew wide as she looked around. Without waiting for her to do as told, he continued. “Over the stump, belly on my bag so you don’t scratch yourself all up.” She looked somewhat relieved he’d evidently thought of her comfort until he spoke again. “I want to be able to mark your body up all on my own, no stump needed.”

The way her hands shook as she reached for the first button on her blouse made his breath hitch. She had absolutely no clue what her nervousness did to him, how it fueled the fire nearly growing out of control deep in the pit of his belly.

With arms folded across his chest, Sam waited. He said not a word to hurry her along, although his demeanor and expression may have warned she only had so long before he intercepted and undressed her himself. That particular experience was something she probably would not get much pleasure from since it more than likely meant she would be walking back to camp nude, her clothes left in tatters from the blade of his knife.

He was a sick fuck and had always known it. Part of the draw for him was in watching the struggle to submit. He’d never asked anything illegal or truly harmful of another person, but he thoroughly enjoyed taking the person serving him out of her comfort zone. It seemed that was the case even more so with innocent little Delilah. She was like a kitten invited to dine with wolves. He could only assume by the way he’d stuffed her pretty little pussy full of his fingers that she was completely aware she was the meal.

When she was positioned as he’d asked, Sam walked around until he stood in front of her. Taking his time, he lowered the zipper on his pants until the throbbing length of his cock sprang free. The cool summer breeze of the forest felt good against his heated skin but did nothing at all to lower his body’s temperature.

Delilah peered up at him, her eyes devouring what she thought he meant to offer for a taste. Later he’d do more than allow her a taste, he’d fuck that beautiful plump mouth of hers, but not now. Not when he was so ready, so full he was about to burst just thinking about it.

When she levered herself up, arm coming forward to reach for him, he shook his head but remained silent. It wasn’t until she lowered her body and had once again settled against the duffel bag that he touched her.

He trailed a hand softly down the length of her hair. “Put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers.” She did so then peered back up at him out the corner of her eye. Sam smiled. She was such a treat. No artifice. There wasn’t a vixenish bone in her body. She was the you-get-what-you-see type of girl. It had been quite some time since he’d run into one of the rare and elusive creatures.

Walking alongside of her, he continued to run his hand first along the length of her hair, down her spine, over her linked fingers, then dipping into the small of her back before climbing the swell of her ass. When he reached the cleft parting her beautiful round bottom, he stopped.

“Stay like that, Trouble.”

Sam opened the foil packet of the condom he still held in his hand. The sound seemed out of place in the quiet woods. He spoke as he donned their protection. “I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours.” He smacked said ass, enjoying the way it jiggled. “If you whimper real nice for me, I might even let you come.”

Without seeing her face, it was hard to tell if she groaned or moaned. Soon enough he’d know either way. Parting the pale, fleshy globes of her ass, he drizzled lube directly over the pink pucker. She flinched, probably due to the slick liquid being cold. Sam made no reassuring sounds. Soon enough she would be warm.

Running a finger through the lube, he pressed until the tip of it entered her. She gasped then hissed a breath, making him smile. Sam could already tell he was going to love the uninhibited way she vocalized every sensation fucking would bring about. Actually, he was going to make sure it happened and then some.

“This is how it is going to happen, Lila. I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass and ask you questions. You’re going to answer them.”

She whimpered.

He knew exactly why and completely understood. It was uncomfortable to be that transparent to anyone, but especially in such an intimate setting and with a virtual stranger to boot. Yep, he completely understood her dilemma. Not that he’d change his mind. Such discomfort had a way of freeing the mind, of showing a person exactly how much they were able to do. Stuff they may have never dreamt of. It wasn’t all about the control even though that was a definite draw for him.

“I know you’ve fantasized about the complete loss of control, and I’ve agreed to help you with that fantasy this weekend.” He slid his finger deeper before retreating slightly and then adding a second finger. “But I think everyone should have choices.” When she stiffened, he chuckled and smacked her ass.

“Listen before you get all worked up. Your choices are to be taken hard and fast, all in one thrust, getting the burn over with quick, or me taking my time, sinking home inch by inch until I’m balls-deep. Either way, once I’ve hit bottom, it’s up to me as to how to proceed.”

Pressing farther, he sank both fingers all the way in, scissoring them until she squirmed beneath the onslaught, groaning before a whimper escaped.

Retreating, he added a third finger and started over. She was tight, very tight. The sight of his fingers lodged between her cheeks, disappearing into the now-stretched hole of her puckered asshole, was a lewd turn-on.

“Nice, baby. I think you’re just about ready. So which will it be?”

“I…I don’t know.” The last was released on a sharp exhalation of breath as he pulled his fingers from her.

“Hmmm, you don’t know.” He smiled while keeping his tone blasé. “Well, I could always keep adding fingers until you’ve made up your mind.” He made a production of squeezing more lube onto her slightly reddened star. “I already had three in you so that leaves only two.” The thought of fisting her ass wasn’t actually in the plan, but she didn’t know that. Sam loved giving a good mind fuck. He’d begun working the same three fingers back into her when she started begging.

Chapter Two

“Oh God. Please, Sir. I don’t know. Really, I don’t know.” Delilah felt thoroughly distraught over the choice. Would slow be better than fast? Would he prefer one over the other? If she didn’t pick correctly, would he not want to be with her anymore, because she really wanted to have a great weekend doing all of the kinky things she’d only ever read about.

“Okay! Okay…slow.” Thinking better of how she sounded and for good measure, Delilah added, “Please, Sir.” Her body was on overdrive with her mind not far behind. Maybe slow wasn’t the right choice though. It had been years since she’d had anal sex, and even though she didn’t consider it a hard limit, it wasn’t something she remembered as being enjoyable.

Maybe it would be better to get it over with. “No. Ummm, I mean, maybe fast would be better.” Then she got totally embarrassed by being so unsure of something as basic as fucking, and groaned. Why the hell did he have to leave it up to her anyway?

“Because watching you struggle with the decision amuses me.” It was then that Delilah realized she’d spoken out loud.

It annoyed her to be such easy amusement for him. With all haste, she tried to ignore the fingers once again in her ass, filling her, stretching her and leaving her nearly mindless with lust. “Fast then.” There that had to have sounded more decisive, she thought mulishly to herself.

Not much thinking happened after that, mulish or otherwise. She’d barely had time to catch her breath after he’d pulled his fingers free from the greedy grip of her ass. He then tried to do as he’d suggested and attempted to sink balls-deep into her ass in one fell swoop.

The burning sensation was so sharp it stole her breath, not even allowing enough air for a scream. He retreated slightly before going in again. Finally she felt the slap of his balls against her pussy. Delilah had no choice but to keep her hands where they were, at the small of her back. He’d grasped her wrists, using her own arms as leverage to power home. He stilled. Delilah couldn’t help but wonder if it was for his own pleasure or to allow her body time to adjust. She was grateful either way.

For a few seconds the stinging sensation overruled any pleasure, but then as swiftly as it had fled, the wonderful feelings returned and she nearly came on the spot. Her body quivered with need, but it was impossible to voice her desires. The only sounds coming from her mouth were gasps of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, Lila. You have got one fine ass, baby.”

She felt Sam’s length slide nearly free of her then. Her body attempted to clutch at him, not liking the retreat. Nearly blind with the need to come and worried he might decide it was time to quit, she fought his hold in an attempt to clutch his legs closer.

The fight was no use. He was bigger and stronger, and had her pinned beneath him so effectively she could do no more than claw her fingers.

“Now for the fun part. I’m going to fuck you while you tell me what it feels like, how it makes you feel, why it turns you on. You stop talking and I stop fucking. If I have to stop fucking too many times, then you don’t get to come tonight.” He levered home again, stealing her breath once more. “Understand?”

“Yes Sir. Oh please, Sir.”

“Please what, Trouble?”

He was going to make her spell everything out. Delilah knew beyond the shadow of a doubt she was going to have hell to pay accomplishing it too. Problem was, she was so hard up to get off and get him off that there was no way she couldn’t do as told. Hell, she probably would have agreed to anything if he would just move or do something. Anything.

“Please. Oh God, please! Fuck me already.”

He chuckled behind her, making Delilah want to kick him, or bite him, or tie him up and nibble, lick and suck a little until he was as mindless with need as she was. The tone of his voice when he replied was silky smooth, caressing her flesh like warm honey.

“Your wish is my command, Lila.”

As good as his word, Sam began to move. With each thrust he pulled her arms, allowing him to sink deeper and deeper until the ache began to spread. She was lost in a world of need, a place where there was no beginning and no end, where even the tiniest of breeze blowing through the trees caressed her skin, upping the ante, adding to the inferno raging within.

“Reach back and spread your ass for me. I want to be able to see you better while I fuck you.”

She hesitated. There was no way around it. Anal sex in broad daylight was one thing, embarrassing in its own right, but even the thought of opening herself in such a way caused an emotion she was unsure of. One so close to humiliation she honestly wasn’t sure she could hurdle over it.

Sam stilled.

“Fuck,” she whispered almost silently. How many times was too many for him to stop? she wondered. He hadn’t given a number and seemed the patient type, but maybe this wasn’t one of the battles she needed to be fighting. Hell, with her luck, she’d either end up sleeping on the floor or worse, packing her bag and heading home.

With shaking hands and probably beet-red cheeks, she reached back and did as asked, spreading her ass wide for him. The new position didn’t only afford him what was more than likely the most God-awful view of her big ass, but it also opened her up more, allowing him to sink even farther into her dark, forbidden depths.

She moaned and then hissed between her teeth when he began to move again. This time his thrusts were slow and steady. In and out, in and out. The rhythm was arousing but not enough to get her off as when he’d hammered home and took her, using Delilah in a way she’d always dreamed of.

“Now tell me what caused your hesitation.”

Holy hell, he really did expect her to talk! Now? While he was fucking her ass? Amazing! But of course he did. Sam didn’t seem as if he was the type of man to talk just to hear himself be heard. Delilah could only guess that if he spoke it was because he expected to be listened to.

“It’s embarrassing.” She was going for complete honesty. No sense in doing otherwise. It would only lessen or possibly even mess up the things she’d hoped to experience over the weekend.

“And yet you managed. Why did you go through with it?” His hands tightened on her arms as he moved a bit faster.

“I didn’t want you to stop.” Oh man, he felt so good inside her! Hard and hot, he pressed forward. When he once again pulled nearly all the way out, she felt his hand at her pussy.

“Seems like your mind and your body might not be in sync with everything that’s going on. You’re so fucking wet,” he added, as if she didn’t already know how she was dripping down her thighs.

“It’s confusing. I’ve,” she panted through the need to come, “never done anything like this before.”

“Does it feel wrong?”

“Oh no!” It felt everything but wrong.

“Then how does it feel?”

“Like up until this point I’d only lived my life in black-and-white.”

He said nothing, at least verbally, but his hold on her changed. His thrusts became more forceful, his hold tight. Evidently the conversation was over and for that she was glad.

Within seconds she was on the verge of a climax, and he had yet to even touch her clit. If she came—scratch that—if he allowed her to come, it would be the first time she’d ever orgasmed without having her clit stimulated.

Her whole body shook. “Please can I come, Sir? Please, please, please.” She didn’t sound like herself, but it didn’t matter. There was no more time to be self-conscious. All that counted at the moment was the need to hear him say she could. Her body’s release and whatever she had to do to get it were the center of her universe.

“Not yet. Tell me how being used in this way makes you feel.”

All she could think of was that she didn’t want him to stop again. “It’s better than I ever even imagined.”

“And why is that?”

She wasn’t going to be able to hold it back. Delilah tried to breathe deep to calm herself, to hold off. “I was worried it might all be a ruse, that there really wasn’t anyone who was rough, who was as worried about his pleasure as mine.” Good God but she hoped he understood what she meant.

“Good girl. Now come for me, Lila. Let me hear you scream.”

The sounds she made as she came, gripping him tight, were completely untried. She hadn’t been practicing how to look cute while being ass-fucked or how to moan perfectly and make sure her hair and makeup stayed untouched. Not Delilah. She was all natural in her responses and it excited Sam more than he’d ever imagined or thought possible.

Evidently somewhere along the way he’d become jaded. It was probably the reason why he didn’t have a steady partner, a submissive to see to his needs, to use as a human piñata for their mutual pleasure. Instead he played with a woman here and a woman there, those who were looking for the experience, but not a relationship.

The no-strings-attached kind. It worked and would continue to work even though he’d worried that Delilah didn’t really fit into the same category as the women who he usually played with.

All thought stopped as her internal walls ripple around his cock. With the flat of his hand, he smacked Delilah’s outer hip, causing her to lurch forward and lose the grip she had on her own flesh.

“Brace your hands on the tree trunk.”

He needed to use, to plunder and fuck as if his very last breath counted on it. When she did as told, curving her fingers over the edge of the wood beneath her palms, Sam held tight and sank into her.

His movements were violent in their intensity, and yet Delilah held her own, arching her back, taking everything he gave and silently insisting on more. With his next thrust, he landed another open-palmed slap to her hip. This time her back bowed and she groaned low.

Her body stiffened, her ass clamped down in a viselike grip around his length. The feeling was absolutely fucking mind blowing. Sam kept slamming home, not allowing her time to come down from the first orgasm before he reached under her, grasping her clit between his fingers and squeezing hard enough to elicit a scream as well as another orgasm.

She was out of breath, her body still convulsing around his as his own climax hit hard and heavy. He didn’t let go of her clit as he bucked against her, wishing for all the world that condoms were not necessary. He’d love nothing more than to watch her walk back to camp with his seed dripping out her ass and down her thighs.

It took a moment for Sam to regain the use of his legs. They felt like jelly, all wobbly and spent. Once he could stand straight, he tied the end of the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and stashed it in one of the plastic pouches he kept in his toy bag, to be disposed of once back at camp.

Delilah was still hunched over the stump, her body limp and seemingly well used. It was a look that fit her perfectly. After tucking the length of his now-flaccid cock back into his pants and zipping up, he patted her on the butt.

“Time to get up. We need to head back.”

It took a minute before her eyes seemed to focus and then she blushed. He liked her pink-cheeked stare but still felt the urge to hurt her, to see tears run down her face even as she cried out his name, begging for more. And he would see that before the night was over.

The walk back to camp was done in quiet except for a detour in which he used a narrow tree branch to put some stripes on the delicate skin of her upper thighs. She gasped, groaned and even whined a bit, which he’d addressed with a few extra swats. Whining wasn’t something he enjoyed or allowed. It was a lesson she’d do well to learn quickly.

She seemed pensive, deep in thought as they bypassed the main areas of camp in order to head back to his cabin. Once there, he stowed the toy bag in the bottom of the closet. Delilah sort of just stood there, appearing unsure of what to do.

“So what’s on your mind?”

For a second Sam thought she was actually going to reply that nothing was on her mind. That could have been painful, for the both of them. She didn’t, although it seemed to take her awhile to work up the nerve to speak.

He had a tendency to push. It was better to learn now if she was going to be able to last through the night or not. Sam had been told, on numerous occasions, that he was too intense. It was one of the reasons he preferred to be a bachelor. It gave him a whole playground of people to spread around such intensity. He’d always figured he could be entirely too much for one person.

“Have you ever bottomed before?”

Ahhh, so that was it. “Not in the true sense of the word, no.”