Hands, knees and boomps a daisy!

Sophie eyed the grassy mound as she glanced around uncertainly. She felt compelled to obey but, at the same time, wondered how a simple dog walk had lead to this.

She looked over to where her dog was tied and had a reality check. Those sad eyes on her; this wasn’t right.

She walked slowly across the clearing to her dog, hearing Jack’s voice behind her.

“Sophie?”

She untied the dog, smiling as it circled around her legs, tail wagging.

“Sophie!”, the tone more insistent now but she set her lips firm and strode toward a path that looked like a way out through the trees.

“I’m sorry”, she whispered, avoiding eye contact as she let her dog lead the way but the path wasn’t what she expected. The ground was boggy and slippery. She glanced down at her fine boots, not wanting to ruin them but also not wanting to retrace her steps to the awkward situation in the clearing.

A log offered a way across and she let go of the lead to find her balance and edge across the soggy ground.

“Sophie?”, closer behind this time.

She ignored him but the voice was a distraction and she wobbled, then slipped. One foot on each side of the log and she groaned as her fine boots sink deep. She tried to extricate them but the mud held tight and she wavered from the exertion before losing her balance and falling face forward to her hands and knees, her palms sinking inches deep in the ooze.

“Here, let me help”. Jack’s voice from behind as she heard him approach. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, couldn’t move backwards or forward, she felt stuck and needed help.

Hands gripped her hips, firmly, and she felt the pressure in the mud ease, hoping her would be able to pull her upright so she could regain her balance.

“This is quite unfortunate, Sophie, isn’t it?”, Jack whispered, as his hands circled her waist before fingers explored along the hem of her top, seeking out the soft warm skin beneath.

“One might say you were quite ****”, he continued as his hands stroked over her little round bottom.

“Please”, she implored, “help me? It’s not what you think”

“Oh, isn’t it?”, he chuckled,”and what do you think I am thinking?”, as his hands moved down the back of her thighs and then up under her short skirt.

Sophie was shocked and just froze as this rude man fumbled, pushing her skirt up and tugging at her woollen tights

“Now what have we here?”, he chuckled as the tights came down to her kneees and the cold air washed over her exposed bottom. Her skimpy underwear snagged in the tights was a tiny scrap of white cotton in the tangle at her knees.

A big hand smoothed itself over her smooth bottom, perched as she was in the mud, as another fumbled between her legs and touched the lips of her sex.

“Please no!”, she appealed and tried to move but the mud and his hands held her firm on her hands and knees. Exposed.

“I think it would be a shame not to. Don’t you”, his voice soft and controlled as she heard a zipper coming down.

Again she struggled but it just made her sink deeper and get muddier, before she felt something between her legs. Her eyes went wide as she realised it was his cock. Again the fingers fumbled with her sex as she felt them guiding the tip of his cock home.

“Please no. This isn’t right.”, she implored as he tried to push his cock inside her dry vulva.

“Oh, its right, Sophie, believe me”, followed by a grunt as he tried to penetrate her, offered up as she was to him.

“It is so right”, as he pushed harder.

“This reminds me of a song my children like to sing”, as he tried, and failed, to enter her properly.

“Hands, knees and”, he stabbed hard with his long penis, making her yelp as he got inside her, “boomps a daisy!”, he laughed, realising he had her now.