No, Thank You

“Not right now, Joseph, but thanks anyway,” Scott replied. “I think I will take a walk down the slope to see what James is up to.”

When Scott arrived in the area where James set up in the morning, he saw the man slouching in a lawn chair and drinking a beer. The skinny young woman with the “butch” haircut was still tied-up, but in a slightly different location. No longer was she secured in front of a tall stake driven into the soft ground of the forest floor. She was now behind two towering saplings that were growing about two feet apart.

“I see you shifted her position,” Scott remarked as he slowly circled the kneeling, naked woman and the pair of trees. “Although you kept her on her knees.”

“Yeah, I moved her right after I got my first nut,” James answered. “And on her knees is where a fellatrix like her belongs. She might as well have ‘Hoover’ tattooed on her forehead, the way she sucks cock.”

“Does Hoover still make vacuum cleaners?” Scott remarked as he stopped circling the young woman to stand directly in front of her. He started unzipping his pants wile looking back over his shoulder to ask, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not,” James answered with a wave of his hand. “I just got my last nut about fifteen minutes before you got here, so I’m good.”

“How many times did you cum?” Scott reached into his fly and hauled out his half-erect member. The captive female did not have to be told what to do. She lowered her jaw and stared straight ahead, her gaze fixed on Scott’s belt buckle as she offered her mouth to him.

“I’m not sure… Three or four. I’ve lost count,” James replied.

“Ah, the wonders of youth.” Scott stuck his dick in between the skinny woman’s lips and she started to suckle on it like a baby at a breast. In mere seconds, the older man’s cock was hard, and he was shoving his prick in and out of her mouth while holding the back of her head.

The woman was “hog-tied”, with hemp rope binding her wrists close together and her ankles tied about a foot apart. The restraints were then coupled together with another length of rope. Several turns of a second piece of rope was wrapped around her neck and tied, with long ends remaining. Each end of the rope encircled the trunk of a sapling and was also tied.

“This is really quite ingenious,” Scott said in approval. “You have immobilized her with minimum effort. And these young trees…”

Scott released the naked captive’s head to grab hold of the trees, his hands a little above shoulder height. “They give you leverage and balance.”

No further words were exchanged and the only sounds were birds chirping overhead, the wind rustling the leaves, and the woman making loud slurping noises and an occasional gagging sound.

After several long minutes of face-fucking the skinny woman, Scott told James, “I see what you mean by her oral skills… Mmmm… she is one talented cock-sucker.”

The younger man nodded with almost possessive pride as the older one experienced the magic of her mouth first hand. A few minutes later, Scott added, “Though she still isn’t much to look at. You say she might be a fashion model; I say she has the body of a meth whore.”

“Except her complexion is clear, no acne,” James countered. Then added, “You’re just put off by that G.I. Joe hairstyle of hers.”

“Perhaps,” Scott conceded and returned his full attention to that warm, wet, sucking mouth he was fucking. If James was to be believed, he had been face-fucking his captive for four hours and she was still going strong. Sucking hard, her lips clamped tightly around Scott’s shaft. With a mouth like that, he could probably get used to her flat-top.

*****

Twenty-five minutes later, Scott found himself starting to lose it. And no wonder. They had been at it for nearly an hour.

“Oh, babe,” he groaned, no longer calling her insulting names but using a term of endearment. “I… I am about ready to cum.”

For the first time, the female prisoner lifted her eyes, looking into Scott’s face. Staring into his eyes.

That did it. Those sad, dark eyes peering into his own lust-filled orbs pushed him over the edge. In a reflex action, his hips started bucking, and he felt the sperm churning up inside him. Almost there. And then a long, guttural moan. He could feel his spunk rocketing through the length of his shaft, and when it exploded from the tip, he cried out.

Overhead in the branches, birds took to flight at the loud noise and Scott was gripping the slender trunks of the young trees so tightly, his knuckles were white. Jet after jet of his thick cum shot into her mouth. Plastering her tonsils. Coating the insides of her cheeks. Splattering against her palate.

It seemed like his orgasm was never going to end as he emptied his load inside her.

She kept her eyes fixed on his through the whole transfer.

Finally, his hands fell away from the sapling, and he staggered back a step or two. A long, thin strand of fluid, part semen, part saliva drooped from the tip of his cock to her lower lip before breaking.

The woman breathed heavily, trying to recover from the past few moments of the older man’s ejaculation. She swallowed several times and ran her tongue over her lips.

“Thank you,” she silently mouthed the words.