Dusty had only been seeing Chad for a couple of weeks.
"Are you high?"
Dusty blew the question out through a slow exhale.
She knew that he was. Dusty was too. It had been a long day. Grounds work: today it had been the trails, the waterfront. They were back in the storage area, sitting up on a tarped woodpile and finishing a joint. Dusty had jerked Chad off into her mouth that afternoon, just before they lit up. Working at the campground near her home this summer was going to be okay, actually. She had hooked up with Chad, a coworker, on her first day, here in the storage area. The sex had been rushed that first time, really rushed - he bent her over the wheel of a lawn tractor and used her pussy for less than a minute, but as they learned the movements and schedules of the other workers at the campground, it became easier to gauge where and for how long they were likely to have privacy. This spot seemed pretty safe.
Chad was talking to Dusty about this short term unit that had pulled in a few days ago. The wife was a bitch, he said, and the husband was leaving the camper to go swimming routinely in the early afternoon. The way he was talking about the guy, it seemed like he was in love with him, Dusty thought; talking about his body, and imagining how hung he was. It hadn't occurred to Dusty that her new boyfriend may be bisexual until now. She didn't care, to be honest, but it was a side of him that was new. Dusty sarcastically asked Chad if he wanted to fuck the guy. Another drag.
"Do you?"
Chad asked her back.
There had been married men in Dusty's life. The tow truck driver that lingered in the lot at the coffee shop where she worked had filled her cunt. She rode him in the truck once after her shift. Her married supervisor at the shop, a man in his late thirties, had licked her twenty year old pussy on the reclining chair in his tiny office. Dusty was sexy, and she enjoyed the attention men paid to her. She understood how and when to leverage this attention. And ultimately, she loved to fuck.
The idea of hooking up with a customer from the park had crossed her mind a few times. Not to the point of actually fantasizing about it, but once in a while a guy would cross her path and look at her and her mind would instinctively go there. It would be pretty easy because there were a few places in the park that were quite secluded. One of them was the path from the area where the couple's RV was parked to the edge of the swimming area.
"Why do you want me to fuck someone else?"
He didn't say anything. He looked down, shifted, and pivoted forward onto his knees. Chad was good at this, she had to admit. Dusty quickly unbuttoned the top button of her work shorts and hooked her thumbs inside the waist, slipping them down to past her knees. She leaned back onto the tarp covered stack of wood, kicked her shorts and panties off the rest of the way and opened her legs for him. Chad used his thumb and first finger to hold her pussy lips closed up near her clit and then leaned to her and pushed his tongue into her centre, before licking up to the little hood and flicking his tongue hard under it, before cupping the tip of his tongue around her button. She liked that he handled her cunt with his hands as well as his mouth - tugging at it and holding it, squeezing and sometimes slapping with his open hand or his cock before penetrating her. He spread his fingers, opening her and sucked hard on her exposed clit, masturbating her for a moment before looking up at her.
"If you love me, you'll do it."
Then Chad was back licking and sucking her, loving her engorged labia with suction and tongue. He shook his head rapidly periodically, agitating her walls and sending her up and up, and then he slowed and penetrated as deeply as he could, filling the inside of her tight fleshy canal. How could she say no? 'Why' didn't matter anymore. Only fucking mattered. Chad had already mentioned Dusty to the customer, anyway. When Dusty reached orgasm, she wasn't thinking about Chad at all.
