As he’s driving around, looking for a quiet spot, his hand slides up your thigh, pulls your knickers to one side and he gently starts stroking your lips. You’re already moist at the mere thought of a little outdoor action. You don’t get to see him often and, luckily, it’s a beautiful summer day so he’s helped you prepare a picnic and you’re off into the country to find a nice, secluded spot. You run your own hand up HIS thigh to find that he’s just as excited about it as you. You stroke the solid, pulsing bulge that’s running from his crotch down his upper thigh. It twitches as you reach the tip and you run your finger nail around it for a little while to marvel at the effect it's having. He counters by sliding his middle finger deep inside you and giggling noticeably as your head jerks back and you moan, very loudly. He pulls out swiftly and drops a couple of gears. He seems to have found a likely spot. As you pass an open gate and head down a dirt track, there’s a glint of water through the trees. As you get closer, the trees open up to a bushy path, leading to a grassy bank, beyond which lies the river. “Well this looks good to me!” he decides.

He retrieves the basket and blanket from the back of the car, comes round, opens your door and offers a hand to help you out. Oh, he’s a proper gentleman but only you know what he’s REALLY capable of.

He leads you, by the hand, up the bank and under a young but shady tree and lays the blanket out. You’re right next to the river and there are a few pleasure boats and yachts, tacking their way towards the channel. There’s an old tree stump nearby that looks like it was cut down recently. Maybe you could make a table out of it?

“Do you want to eat? Or should I?” He asks, smiling. You know exactly what he means and he pulls you to him and slowly guides you backwards, by your shoulders, until you’re against the tree. He gently pulls your hair away from your face and, with a sharp tug, gathers it behind your head and pulls down, forcing your head back. You’re partly surprised, partly turned on as his lips meet yours with some force. His tongue eases your lips apart and he’s kissing you with a passion you haven’t felt in a long time. Your boyfriend doesn’t give you this level of attention and your heart doesn’t usually beat this fast just from a kiss. But it’s not just any old kiss. You know where this kiss is going…you’ve tasted it before. Still holding your hair, his other hand caresses your face and eases slowly down your body, your neck, over your breasts, hugging the contours of your waist and hip and sliding down your thigh to find the hem of your dress. Once under it, his hand starts back up your inner thigh, slowly. The roughness of his working man’s hand accentuates the feeling as he reaches your crotch. You moan as he slides his finger back and forth between your legs, teasing your lips through your panties. He pulls back from your face, staring intently at you with those piercing blue eyes. He releases his grasp on your hair, his hand moves round your face, over your cheek with a gentle touch, down your neck and clamps round your throat. He pushes you against the tree again, still staring you hard in the eyes but a knowing smile partly fills his eyes and his lips. You feel his fingers curl around inside your panties and with a sharp tug, he’s pulled them apart at the gusset and your wet cunt feels totally exposed. His hand re-emerges and he slips two fingers into his mouth, all the while still staring intently into your eyes with that smile. He parts your lips with those same two fingers…”the wetter they are, the easier it’ll be on you “. You suck and slobber on those fingers with all the saliva you can muster. He slides the fingers from your mouth again and his hand heads south. With an almost sniper-like accuracy, they slide into you, barely touching the sides. He pushes you down by the throat, forcing you to arch your back forward and thrust your crotch out. He grins with accomplishment as you wince with a mixture of pain and pleasure. His fingers are circling your cervix and gliding up and down your inner clit, probing for your g-spot. He’s so deep inside you, your feet are hardly touching the ground. You’re almost fully suspended by the hand on your throat and the fingers, deep inside you. Your body jerks and shudders as his fingers move about inside you. He pulls you to him again and kisses you, manoeuvring you forward. He pulls you along by your throat and pussy. He pushes you back and you sit, clumsily on the tree stump that you noticed earlier. Looks like this IS going to be a dining table after all. You’re the main course.

Pulling your dress over your head, he’s released you. You didn’t feel the need for a bra and your panties are already in tatters. You’re completely naked, completely exposed, a vision of beauty and pure sex-appeal for the day cruisers sailing and motoring past. He sees you looking towards them. He smiles with a sinister glint in his eyes and turns to the river and waves, encouragingly. Forcing you to lie down, your legs and head hanging over either side of the stump, he runs his hands from your shoulders, all the way down your body. Over your breasts, your stomach, over your hips and then down your outer thighs as he lowers himself to his knees, between yours. He opens your legs wide and takes a minute to admire the view, marvelling at how wet you are from the solid fingering you’ve just received. Removing his t-shirt, you finally get to admire his manly, modestly hairy chest. His pecs move as he turns to discard his top to the side. Focus is back on you now. His gaze returns to your eyes as he smiles and lowers his mouth to your stomach, your left breast, the nipple, your right breast, the nipple. He sucks it and reaches up to take the other between thumb and forefinger. In unison, he bites and pinches simultaneously. A wave of intense pain and pleasure surges across your chest and down into your crotch. Not once has his gaze left yours. He’s relishing your reaction, it’s how he gets his thrill…knowing that he can control how much or how little pain and pleasure you receive. The balance is totally at his discretion now and you’re helpless to resist. He licks and kisses each nipple, almost as if he’s apologising to them. Working his way down, kissing and licking all the way, his massive hands all over you, grabbing at your breasts and running down your sides, sending a shudder of anticipation through you. He reaches your crotch and stops…breathing gently on your pussy. You feel the warmth and he can see the anticipation on your face. You want his tongue on you so badly. On you, in you…. Making you squirm. Without warning, he grabs your ankles, lifts your legs in the air and pushes them towards your head. His hands slide down so he’s holding the back of your knees and your cunt is so exposed. He sees the shock in your face at the sudden expectation of gymnastic prowess and he nods, approvingly, before plunging his wet, hot tongue as deep between your lips as it’ll go. Your head falls back over the edge of the stump that you’re perched upon, totally naked, totally exposed and being totally eaten alive. His tongue is moving around inside you and his lips are tightly clamped around yours. The force of him pushing inside you is literally pushing you backwards and feel the knots and rough edges digging into your back. He eases off, noticing you wince from something other than pleasure. “You ok, baby?” he gently enquires and rises from his knees.

Standing you up, he lays the quilted picnic blanket over the stump and then just looks at you…grinning. “On your front, this time!” You climb onto the stump on all fours and ease yourself down until you’re laying across it in a star position. Only now, do you see them. There are 3 solid steel rings, hammered into the base of the stump at intervals. You turn to look at him just as he drops the rope by your feet. “Yeh, you know what’s coming now…right?” he gruffly whispers. You make a motion to push yourself up again but a heavy, big hand between your shoulders stops you and pins you. “No…. Not yet…I’m…I’m not ready…..” You try and reason, but he’s not interested. He’s manoeuvred round to your front and he’s running the rope through the rings with one deft hand while the other presses on your shoulders. Easing off the pressure on your back, his big, rough hand moved down your arm and grabs your wrist, feeding a loop of rope over it. He does the same with the other wrist and then pulls two lengths of rope tightly, pulling your arms down, with it. He ties them off and saunters round behind you. You feel your legs being spread and ropes being looped behind your knees. You’re now completely helpless as he ties these ropes off in front of you again. Your legs have been spread wide, tied by the knees and round the stump, your ass hanging over the edge, totally exposed and your head unsupported at the front.

As he stands in front of you, admiring his handiwork and unzipping his trousers, he enquires…” are you hungry, baby?!” Pulling your head back by your hair, he places the head of his cock precisely between your lips..”say aaaaah, baby “. You open and he drives it straight in, no warning. You instantly choke as the end of his cock literally fills your throat…deep. You can’t breathe and your gag reflex is trying to make you cough but there’s nothing. As he eases back out, the coughing commences and is accompanied by a long string of saliva from the entire length of his cock to your mouth. As you catch your breath, he gently strokes your hair and runs a hand across your cheek before gripping both, tightly, forcing his pulsing erection back into your mouth and fucking your face like a dirty little slut. You’re gagging, choking, coughing…your head being pulled onto him, hard, by your hair and chin and, strangely, you’re so turned on that you can feel your pulse racing and your pussy tingle. You manage to open your eyes briefly and notice how much he’s enjoying using your mouth. He’s also eyeing up your arse. You imagine it must look quite shapely and you can feel it bouncing so you know what he must be thinking. He was……

Letting your head go, he kicks his trousers off and makes his way to the other side of the stump, running his fingers down your back as he goes. They stop at your bottom and slide between your cheeks, parting them. You feel his warm breath at your opening, once again, followed by a large, flat-tongued lick from your clit up to your anus and back again. “Mmmmmmmm!!” He moans as you feel him rise to his feet, place both his thumbs on your lips, pulling them apart, and then driving his slimy, rock hard cock as deep inside your soaking wet cunt as he can. You consciously hear yourself part yelp, part scream and instantly turn your head to see how many boats currently fill the river. Quite a few now seem to be barely moving down river.

“Let them enjoy the view. Maybe we’ll find videos of ourselves online!” he muses, with a hopeful tone as he drives himself deep inside again…. And again…and again. He’s fucking you now, pure and simple. Tied as you are, the penetration is so very deep and you feel it in your cervix with every thrust. He slides an arm under your belly to lift you a little so he can massage your clit with the other hand. He’s now hunched over you like a rabid, over-horny Great Dane. His massive hands controlling your lower half, his big cock impaling you and his sheer body weight, pinning you. The thrusts come harder and faster and the finger on your clit picks up pace to match. Your breath starts to quicken and your eyes start to fill with stars as you feel an orgasm starting to build. Your backside and chest warm and you start to cry out, uncontrollably. You know it’s going to happen and there’s no let-up. He knows it’s building. He makes no attempt to ruin the pace and keeps pumping away, rhythmically. When he’s sure you’re literally about to explode, he slides his arm from beneath, pulls your hair hard and starts talking into your ear with that gentle, low, forceful tone….”Cum for me, baby. Let me hear you…daddy wants to hear what a good girl you are…!” That’s about all you can manage and the explosion goes off inside you. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure overcome your entire body as he persists in slamming himself into you. You feel your legs getting warm and wet and you’re virtually screaming at the top of your lungs…unaware that jets of your own juices are soaking the ground behind you. “PLEEEEAAAASSE STOP!!…..PLEE…EE…EEEE” you try and beg but he keeps pummelling you, not letting up. Just as you’re on the verge of passing out, he slows slightly. His pumping turns to jerking and bucking and you know that he’s unloading inside you. DEEP inside you. The breeding kink is strong and you’re sure you can feel every pump of his hot cum, shooting into you. He grunts with every jerk before finally collapsing on top of you.

The ringing in your ears slowly subsides and you’re suddenly aware of distant clapping and cheering. You turn your head to see the gathering of very slow-moving yachts and motor boats. People on deck pointing cameras and fingers and cheering your performance.

“Let me just get some shots of you myself. Then we’ll start again!” He exclaims.