Out in the woods the other day, I met my dream man. I am a 45 year old sub slut who loves to do as they are told. Especially if doing as I am told means getting a long thick cock in my mouth.
Any way, the other day, the weather was fine and I was out driving in shorts and T shirt. I saw this patch of woodland I had never seen before. It was over Bracknell way and was off a major road, but it had a large deep lay by off to one side. There was a fence leading into common land, but it had been broken down in the middle. It led onto some land that had lots of laurels and rhododendrons growing there.
I like Rhodies. In the summer they have cool caves you can get into and have sex with other men. They also have overhanging branches that you can get tied to… but that’s later!
My dream man is a man older than me, preferably about 55 years old, bigger than me (in height and build) with large cock that would choke me, but not too large that he would hurt my little botty. He would be strict and punish me and make me beg for his cum. Lots of other things come into this as well, but suffice to say I had never met this man. Until this day that is.
As I pulled up, I noticed a BMW parked in the lay by just before the break in the fence. Someone was sitting in the driver’s seat. I pulled up behind him and got out. I slowly walked past the car, glancing in as I did. I saw it was a big series seven with all the trimmings – ooh maybe the driver had all the trimmings too!
I looked in and my heart started to thud and my cock started to rise in my tight white pants I wore underneath my shorts. I have not got a bad body for my age – it is fairly slim and although I am bald, I keep it shaved all the time. The guy was a dream – mid fifties with a reasonable body going a little to fat, but not much. He looked taller than me. He had grey hair and was wearing cotton slacks and a loose shirt. His hand was placed on his cock.
“Steady” I thought as I walked on past. “It’s probably nothing” But there was something about the way he had looked at me, the way he had stared at me, with a hunger in his face. I was starting to really turn myself on. Hurriedly I stepped through the fence and into the woodland.
There was path leading away and I followed it for a short distance, before stopping and looking back. What I saw made me massage my excited cock. He was getting out of the car and coming round to the path to follow me. Quickly, I took my shorts off and walked on with only my T shirt, pants and white trainers on. I looked back again and there he was following me. I bent over, as if I was picking something up and let him get a good look at my bottom. I have been told I have a nice arse, so I made the most of it. I have been told I have a good mouth as well and I was hoping I could make the most of that!
I saw a turning off to the right into some laurel bushes. I could see I would have to push my way through, so I waited to make sure he could see where I was going. As son as I was sure, I pushed through into a quiet cave under a laurel roof. Overhanging branches made it look very sexy.
I immediately saw that this place was regularly used as there were used condoms about. My heart jumped a bit when I saw that someone (probably a health worker) had left lube and durex in the fork of a branch. I looked back and saw him come to the entrance and look through at me.
I smiled and looked around again at this place. Hanging from one of the branches, about six and a half feet from the ground was a belt. It was obviously waiting to tie someone to the branch. I decided to make up his mind for him and took off my T shirt and put my hands up over the branch just by the belt. I looked back at him and saw he was watching me. I turned so that he could see the outline of my erection in my tight white pants. It was almost popping out of my shorts.
He looked at me in a cool, calculating way, appraising me, trying to calculate if I was worth his effort.
“Please, please, please” I thought. “I’ll do just about anything for you, if only you knew”
Just at that moment he moved into the area and walked to wards me. I turned my back and bowed my head in submission. Stood there waiting for his verdict.
I felt his hand touch my bottom and I started. I felt his hand slowly caress me, running across each cheek in turn, squeezing each buttock, testing them out. I could not keep my self quiet. I was letting go little whimpers of pleasure.
“uuhhuhh” I said and “ooohahh” His hands were still roaming over my hot little bot, caressing and cajoling. I tried to push my bottom into his hands but every time he pulled them away just enough so that he had control. I whimpered and tried again and he slapped my right cheek, hard. Hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to really hurt.
He came close up behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. Could feel it warm and so exciting. Could smell his aftershave, some Italian concoction, expensive and cool. I could feel his hand tracing my spine and my bottom. He had strong hands and smooth, not rough, working man’s hands.
His right hand moved around the front of my body, but he stayed behind me. He caressed my nipples, slowly one at a time and I let out a little moan. I was so turned on I would have done anything for him at that time. And I hardly even knew him!
His hand slipped down to my waist and then settled itself over my cock and gave a firm squeeze. I thought I would cum there and then, but he took his hand away and it came back up to my nipples.
Then he pushed against me from behind and I felt his cock for the first time. I could feel it was hard and if my experience was anything to go by, about 8” long. I remember thinking “Oh my god!”
He pushed it against my bottom and I pushed back, but he took it away. I got the message. It was his show and I was only to willing to let him take the lead.
He came round to the front of me and looked me in the eye. I dropped my eyes so that I did not have eye contact, but he lifted them up again. I was completely under his control. He could have done what he liked with me (and I could think of lots of things) and I think he knew it.
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I responded, I could not do otherwise, but I let him dictate the power and length of the kiss. His mouth tasted of mint chewing gum. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I let it in and let him explore.
My whole body was quivering with this experience and he could obviously feel it. He held the kiss, making it long and passionate and then broke away, leaving me gasping for breath. And wanting more.
His arms reached up and took the belt. It was long and he tied my hands to it and then it to the branch. I was securely tied now, but he could release it from the branch and tie it somewhere else. I had vision of it being tied to a low branch and being fucked by him slowly and for a long time.
He walked around me, looking at me and studying me.
“I’ve been looking for someone. Someone like you. Younger, obedient, passionate. Willing to do as they are told. Are you that sort of person?”
I thought quickly about the words I would use. I had thought a thousand times about the words I would use in this situation. But in the end the ones that came out were quite simple.
