Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction inspired by a real fantasy of a woman I know. It has a CNC component, but the main character doesn’t remember in the moment.

It is a full moon and the autumn air is cool and crisp. You’ve had a long and stressful day and a walk in Baxter Woods is exactly what will clear your mind. You usually don’t go alone, but tonight you just couldn’t muster the social energy to talk to anyone. You’re sure it will be safe enough, I mean the biggest danger is bears this time of year, you tell yourself. Your husband knows where you are, what could happen.

You start up the trail that you know so well. Being outside in the hour just after sunset always feels soothing, and now on this trail it feels cozy. Big deep breaths start to clear the weight from your soul.

There is a snap of a twig in the woods to your left. You figure it is just some woodland creature settling in for the night. You continue up the trail.

As you approach the bench where you wanted to sit and meditate , you hear another snap. This time it is bigger and made by something big.

“Hello,” you call out. “Anyone there?”

“Run” a raspy growl answers back.

You don’t think. You just run, as fast as you can. You hear heavy footsteps behind you. Your heart is racing.

“I’m going to catch you. Might as well give up now,” the voice says.

You think “Maybe if I go into the woods he can’t find me,” as you swing around a smaller tree trunk. You look behind you and don’t see whoever it was. You stand quietly for a second.

“Nice try,” the voice snarls. “You’re mine now.”

You feel a hand on your shoulder and take off running through the woods. You are scared as you realize that your phone won’t work out here. You make a sudden right after a tree. Then you scramble over some rocks. The moon light is just enough for you to see the terrain, but it is enough for whoever it is to see you.

You look behind you again and don’t see anyone. You cut into some short bushes and crouch down. You listen but can’t hear anything over the pounding of your heart.

“I told you to give up,” he says. “But I’m glad you ran, my prey.”

He is on you in a split second. You look up and see a man in a mask. Tall and sturdy, he towers over you. He bends down to grab you. One hand coils around your throat. The other begins hungrily groping your tits.

“Just be quiet and don’t fight, Kat,” he says. “And this will all be over quickly.”

“He knows me. He planned this,” you think. He sees the realization wash over your face and he chuckles.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. Tonight you made it too easy not to take what is mine.”

His hand is in your leggings. She shoves two fingers deep inside you. Your body can’t help react. You feel yourself getting turned on.

He senses it and pushes a third finger in stretching you out. A slight moan escapes your lips as he does.

“I think you like this,” he says. “I should have taken you years ago.”

He cuts your leggings off. You are now naked from the waist down. He pulls your sweatshirt up over your face, tangling you in it.

He positions himself between your legs. With one hard thrust he bottoms out in your pussy. His cock splitting you open.

He pumps hard and fast. You feel an orgasm building in you. Its like your body is betraying you.

He grunts and fills your pussy with cum. That pushes you over the edge and you cum. A low guttural groan escapes your lips as your body shutters with pleasure.

“I knew you were a slut that was going to like this,” he says. “From the first time you told me about this fantasy. I knew if I actually did it you would cum so hard. I was right.”

The rasp is gone from his voice. You start to fit the pieces together as you untangle your sweatshirt.

“I’ve only told one person about wanting to be stalked,” you think. “It can’t be.”

As you get the sweatshirt down you see him take the mask off. Your husband!

“I thought you were working late!”

“I am, I am working on making my wife’s fantasies come true,” he says. “Now start walking back to the car before the bears get us.”

“But I’m naked,” you protest.

“Then you should have run faster,” he says with a laugh.

You walk naked back to the car hand in hand, with his cum dripping down your legs. You realize that you picked the perfect man and squeeze his arm tight.