Interlude: Evelyn Fan

Evelyn steps back, pulling her cock from my lips. A long string of drool connects us still, and she smiles at me. She takes my hand, pulling me to my feet, then leads me down the shore a spell, to where a picnic table sits under a broad tree. She looks at it, then nods, as if satisfied.

"Take your pants off, and lay back here. I want to see your face when I fuck you."

I look around to see if there's anyone, but the park is still deserted. Not that it would matter much anyway, it's not like there are any public indecency laws here. I still worry about being seen of course, but its not like anyone will recognize me anyway. I pull down my pants and boxers, the breeze chill on my bare legs. The wood of the table is cold as well, as I sit and lie back. Evelyn takes my legs in her hands, lifting them to rest on her shoulders. I feel the head of her cock pushing at my crack, and I turn my face away. One of her hands reaches forward, catching my throat, and turning me to face her again.

"Oh no, none of that. I want to look into your eyes. I know you hate this, even as meek as you're being. You know how rare that is, how rarely I get to do something like this with someone who really hates it, rather than just pretending for my benefit? God, I almost miss the bad old days sometimes, just for the chance to do this."

So saying she pushes in, hard. She's leaning forward a bit, bending me in two to get a better angle to fuck me, her dick pushing into my ass. She's not the largest or most forceful dick I've taken, but the dull ache persists the same, her broad smile making clear how much she loves this, even as I work hard to keep my expression neutral, only the slight grunts and ticks of my face showing my discomfort as she uses me.

Her hand wraps over my throat, not tight enough to cut off my air, but another statement of ownership. I'm hers now, for as long as she wants to use me, and there's nothing I can do but take it. I grunt again as her cock hits something inside me, a stab of discomfort tinged with pleasure and she laughs. She changes her angle, hitting that spot again and again, as I try to control my reactions, before finally giving up and giving her what she wants.

My mouth falls open, and I gape and moan, grunting and panting as she abuses me, every thrust and twitch of her cock in my ass drawing forth new vocalizations. No words, no protests, just the reality that I'm getting fucked by her, hard, when really I'd rather she not. She lunges forward then, pressing in for a kiss, her mouth covering mine, her tongue shoving inside, wrestling with mine. At the same time, I feel a warmth in my ass, her moans into my mouth, heard more than felt, confirming it. She's cumming in me, marking me as hers.

She steps back after a spell, leaving me gasping on the table, my legs falling to the ground, her cum dripping down my crack. She fishes out my passport, and her phone, working to update my trip information. While she does, she walks to stand by my head, her half hard cock slick with cum.

"Clean me off then, I don't want any in my pants. I'll update your info while you do."

I lean forward, taking her softening cock into my mouth, doing as she asks. I taste the salt and bitter and sweet of her cum, cleaning up and down the sides of her cock with my mouth, licking her clean. It takes a minute, longer than it takes for her to finish up on my phone, and she stands, hands on her hips, smiling down at me.

"Good boy, now give me a kiss before I go. And hey, if you want to hear what I did to boys like you later in the war, I'm always open to another interview."

I lean forward, as instructed, and gently kiss the head of her cock. She pats my head and laughs again, then tucks it back into her pants. Smiling, she refastens her coat, walking off through the park, leaving me alone with the birds and breeze.