[July Special 2024!] Rough sex outside (Arabella)

Around you are littered equipment and camping supplies. Even a fire pit that’s been long ago extinguished. Another firework lights up the world around you but offers no further insight. No matter. You turn to face Arabella, who is still staring at you intently. You grab and pull her in for a kiss that lasts longer than it is. When you break off, you hold her hips. “You know which head master is thinking with.”

Arabella doesn’t answer you; instead, she just kisses you again. It isn’t short, however. She keeps kissing you until she’s darting her textured tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours. You don’t complain; Arabella was always less bashful than either of the twins. So, she’s quick to start pressing herself against you, hastening the rate at which she’s stuffing your pants with her hands and feeling your male body parts. It takes seconds for your slight erection to achieve full mast.

As you’re felt up, Arabella doesn’t pull away but instead intensifies as desire takes control away from her. Her fingers squeeze, rub, and juggle, stimulating your manhood in a condensed, cotton interior. Heats quickly build, warming you as the incredible surroundings envelop you.

Another boom and flash muffle the sloppiness of your kissing. You feel Arabella tense as the seal of your lips suddenly loosens. You grab her, keeping a firm grip on her. Her tension breaks, and she happily resumes her tongue rubbing and cock massaging. Even though all of these joined motions are seductive in every function, you want her to do more than just this foreplay. You voice your concern as soon as the slightest opportunity presents itself.

“Is this all you had in mind?” You whisper, tugging your fingers into the hems of her pants before unbuttoning them.

“You want more already, master?” She says heatedly. “I was just e-enjoying myself,” you feel her squeeze your shaft.

You shove your hands into her pants to grab her ass. You feel the tickle of her tail as you slip inside her pants and squeeze her bare skin. Arabella gasps, letting a particle moan escape as you start becoming forceful with her. “You know what I want, Arabella.”

Her hands retreat from your underwear to fumble with your buckle and zipper. In the silence of the desert, you notice how loud it is.

Your trousers only manage to get down to your mid-thighs before you are forcing Arabella to her knees, becoming eye-level with your hot cock, inches away from her moist lips. She swallows, and the glow of her eyes is vibrant in the darkness. You wonder what you look like to her as all that she is almost a vague outline of a humanoid shape on its knees.

There’s no need to give Arabella a verbal command or move yourself forward. Without using her hands for support or pleasure, she locks onto your tip and starts blowing you- drenching first the head and the rest of the shaft as she works herself further and further down your length.

Your dick grows inside of her cheeks as it’s worked. You grab the back of her head and **** her down, pressing her nose against your pubic curls for a few seconds before she taps your legs. She retreats, the sloppy sound of slurping bursts as loudly as the fireworks inside town.

You grab a handful of Arabella’s hair and hold her place, touching yourself as she sticks out her tongue, which occasionally flicks out to tease your dick’s glands—a flash of light bursts in the sky with another loud boom. All of Arabella’s features are briefly highlighted in the fantastic colors. Bathed in this lighting however, you see that her eyes almost look pink.

You drive the tip forward again, darting your dick head between her lips and letting go of her hair. Arabella works herself into a gentle bob, tasting your cock as it rubs side-to-side with her tongue, pleasuring your meat in every direction as it’s washed with intimate care.

“Good girl,” you murmur. “Good girl…”

Your praise is heard.

Her speed is felt.

It’s not long before the “gah-gah-gah” of the bedroom echoes at night.

And then, she pulls back and spits on your thing. What follows next is an intense jerking motion with her blurring, invisible fist. A hot curse rolls off your tongue while your hips are pushed forward. “Fuck, Arabella. Just like that, baby.”

Her tongue washed over your tip. You can’t see her eyes but feel her gaze fix on you. “Does it feel good, master?”

You swipe back your hair, closing your eyes to envision what she must look like between your legs while on her knees. It’s something else to behold, and you don’t think you could ever get used to her being your plaything and companion. You tell her it does and that you want more. She gladly takes your request and takes you back into her mouth, this time with more vigor!

Arabella can only manage this for a mere second before you make two love handles and start screwing into her mouth. You **** every inch of your cock down her gullet, pounding her throat until she’s almost frozen with shock. She ought to be used to this kind of ****…

The air thumps with a rigid boom in another flash, and the area is briefly flooded with a bright flash. You see Arabella on her knees before you, her mouth full of penis and her eyes crossed as she takes in more than she suspected. Over and over, your hips move so quickly it makes your balls slap against her chin; the sensation overstimulates your mind with sexual bliss before you know it.

You pull her head towards you as you shove your hips forward. She gags, and you hear her wretch as she attempts to pull away- too weak to manage more than a quarter inch as your cock starts to spasm in ecstasy. You bite down on your lip, fighting your gasp as your orgasm rides up your spine and out your cock. The slop makes you shiver as your balls contract in its moment of unclear vacation.

Arabella taps your thighs again, unable to voice the need for you to evacuate your cock from her mouth. You keep her mouth overstuffed for a few blinks before finally granting her airways back to her. She gasps, reaching for your cock to continue jerking your member. You’re sensitive, but it keeps the blood flowing…

“M-master,” she swallows. In the dark, you imagine her licking her lips as she finds her breath. “I wasn’t ex-expecting you to become so…commanding!”

She runs her tongue over your balls, up your shaft, and then washes the tip. Once more, making you quiver. Your mind reels, making you wonder if you just experienced another mini-orgasm as she washed you. “And you’re still rock-fucking-hard!” She gasps.

“I can’t let you leave this cliff edge without having an orgasm, too,” you say. “How do you want it?”

Arabella takes a moment, tasting your sperm as she desperately drains every dropout. You lean your head back and sigh. “Fuck, Arabella… You’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever had the pleasure of having to myself.”

She eagerly licks you clean, purring as you praise her. “Everything I do is for you~!”

“Let me treat you,’ you say, brushing back her hair in the dark. You scratch behind her ears and twist the tops. The sexual tension and naughty actions you’ve done with her since coming here make these typically playful gestures severely lewd. “I wanna fuck you…”

The sounds of Arabella’s blowjob are loud. You almost don’t hear the fizz of the next firework shooting up. There’s a bright flash, and soon you see her face. It’s pink, full of lust, and all her. “Then fuck me,” she giggles, pulling you down to join her on the earth. “Right here in front of the circus and the town. Fuck me right here and make me scream.”

You feverishly undress her, pulling off every shred of her clothes and tossing them aside- no doubt losing them in the darkness. “You want that?” You say, almost growling as you find her sopping wet pussy. Your finger her clit, quickly stuffing three of your fingers into her. Arabella gasps. “You want me to fuck you in the dark?”

Her breath is hot as she gasps. “Yes, master! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please, please fuck me!!”

It’s challenging to manage at first, but you’ve done this enough times with her to know where everything is perfect. Arabella was your plaything, and with your cock this hard and your mind so swamped, you refer to muscle memory to get between her legs as she sprawls out on her back, dodging the rocks, cactus, and nightlife as you mumble immature compliments and savage praises.

Another fireworks shoots out; it’s bright, and the after sparks offer you a rare chance to stare down at her with her legs spread and her eyes looking up. She probably sees you better in the dark than you. This whole time, she’s probably seen your facial expression and searching eyes… You lean down and kiss her as you start screwing your penis into her “other” lips.

She’s so incredibly wet that you slide in as easily as her mouth, but it feels different- better than now that you are ready to revisit this stage of your intimacy. Arabella becomes numb to the world as she feels her favorite dick plunge into her snatch. The world becomes a distant memory as your core heats up. You pull away from the kiss and grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Arabella,” you murmur and curse, working your hips in uneven motions into hers.

“Make me yours,” she sighs. “I’m your slut, master. So make me yours!”

There’s a soft echo in her words, but you aren’t sure if it’s in your mind or in the natural. What you do know is that her pussy is hugging your cock, milking it at every pass…It coils, wraps, and stimulates better than you remember. Her voice is raw with leisure. You keep her wrists above her head with one hand and start rubbing her tits with her other. Each of her nipples is felt, pinched, and then sucked on as she spreads her legs further apart.

“Just like that!” She cries out. “Use me as you want!!”

Your motions weren’t soft initially; now that you’re listening to her more intently, they become more aggressive. The energy you feel shoot into your veins is sexually charged. Multiple rockets shoot out in an aimless direction, probably off course as it sails almost all the way to the ground in the distance, but the light from its flame lets Arabella glow in a spectacular color. You watch her body jiggle as it’s pounded.

Your eyes meet, but you’re so fixated on them that you don’t notice she’s biting down on her lip, fighting the screams that burn inside of her lungs. You move in and out fluidly, making her toes curl, and her fingers ball into her palm. Your panting is ragged, your body sweats and your forehead is damp, but it’s all stowed in your mind, and all you can register is the tunnel enclosed around you.

“Arabella,” you murmur.

“M-master!!” She cries out. “Warren! My master!!”

You let go of her wrists and hold her waist with both hands, ram-rodding back into her pussy. She starts whimpering loudly. “You’re going to make me cum! I’m going to cum all over your cock!!”

“Do it,” you exhale. “Let me feel you cum…!”

There’s a moment of hitched breath and colliding genders before a loud gasp and scream of pleasure that racks along the mountainside that even puts the fireworks to shame. “I’m cumming!!”

Arabella’s outburst fuels your second orgasm, and it joins her as her back straightens and her stimulated cells and nerves snap. You both curse, shiver, and then grope each other mindlessly. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck!” She reaches for your stomach, squeezing, pulling, and gently scratching you.

“Mmmmaster! Master!” She cries beneath as if she’s gone crazy with love. “Don’t stop moving! Keep fffucking meeee!!”

You had briefly slowed down and found it challenging to return to your original fucking at first, but then your mind splits into action, fucking her in the sloppy mess that’s become the ground zero of your lovemaking. Arabella screams, spreading her legs and then around you, pulling you closer. She trembles, having orgasm after orgasm-- only making her more sensitive and sex-crazed than before.

It lasts for a full minute later before you finally pull out and shoot a third load over her stomach, joining the beads of sweat that are formed over the heat of action and weather. This payload is smaller than the previous one but just as satisfying…

In the dark, all that’s heard now is breathing as you lower yourself to the Earth and lay on your back with her… “Good God,” you whisper, wiping your face.