1. Lake Dstrict Holiday (part 2)


    Date: 12/2/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: nickitaylor, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    his eyes off me as he walked around the tree. I had no way to stop him, no way to protect my body from his staring. “It’s not everyday I find a gorgeous young thing like you, tied helpless in the woods,” he said. “I’m sure!” I replied. “It’s not every day I wake up tied to a tree.” The man turned on his heel and walked off through the woods. “Hey!” I shouted. “Where are you going?” “Hush.” “Where are you going?” He had only got twenty yards or so before I realised what he was doing. He tied the dog to a tree and turned back towards me. “He’ll be fine there.” When he got close, he reached out as if to untie my hands, but instead he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards him; but since my arms were around the tree, I stumbled forward. My head hit the tree, and I felt my breasts and belly against the rough bark of the trunk. “You’re a fine looking filly,” he growled, then pawed my arse, grabbing a handful and giving me a squeeze. I squealed and tried to wriggle free. “Shit!” “Hush,” he said, and I felt his fingers slip between my legs. I gasped, and tried to close my legs but his fingers were insistent. He felt my resistance, but was stronger than me. He pulled my hands again, and again my head hit the tree. I think I literally saw stars. “Do you want me to untie you?” “Oh God, yes. Please.” His eyes were cold, remorseless. This was not a kind man, no knight in shining armour. This was a man who wanted to get the most out of the situation. What did I want out of the situation? I ...
    wanted to be untied, I wanted something to wear. I wanted to be back at the hotel. Not very much really. “Then get on your knees, you fucking whore.” Through my headache it was hard to speak coherently, but I was going to have to do my best. "That's no way to speak to a lady," I said. I staggered to my knees, hands still tied together. He stood right in front of me and undid his flies. His cock popped out, already hard and shiny-tipped. It was awkward, with my hands still tied around the tree, but he didn’t care. He took my head in his hands, and waved his cock in my face. “Suck my dick,” he growled. "And neither is that! Why on earth would I suck your dick? You're not very used to conversing with ladies are you?" He pulled my head towards his throbbing cock. I tried a different tack. "You're a very trusting man," I said. "Sticking your cock in my mouth, if you're not sure I'm willing. I might just bite down on it." He hesitated. "Yes," I continued, "Worth thinking about." He stood there, looking down at me. He cleared his throat. "Would you? Would you suck my dick?" It was laughable, the way he asked, maybe even a little pathetic I suppose. Though not terribly long, his cock was thick and the base incredibly hairy. "I might be persuaded," I said. "But you'd need to let me go." "If I let you go, you'll run." "Not if I've promised I won't," I explained. "Look, right now sex is not my highest priority – though clearly it's yours. My highest priority is getting untied. You help ...
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