Mia is looking for Danny

Danny’s girlfriend had been searching for him for what felt like hours. She’d told her parents she was going for a walk, intending to meet up with him, but when he ran off so suddenly, she’d lost track of where he went. The woods were quiet now, save for the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird. Her feet crunched softly on the forest floor as she wandered deeper, her mind a mix of worry and curiosity.

Then she heard it—a sound that made her pause mid-step. It was faint but unmistakable: the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, accompanied by a low male groan. Her lips curled into a sly smile. Did Danny get bored waiting for me? she wondered. Is he... taking matters into his own hands?

Heat blossomed in her chest at the thought. She hadn’t put her panties or bra back on when she’d quickly dressed earlier, and now she was glad. Her body reacted immediately to the idea of catching Danny in such an intimate moment. She imagined walking into the clearing and surprising him, mounting him before he even had a chance to speak. Her pace quickened as she followed the sound, each step sending a thrill through her.

The noise grew louder as she approached the source. Her breath hitched, and her grin widened. Oh, Danny... you’re going to love what I have planned.

But when she stepped into the clearing, her smile froze. It wasn’t Danny.

A man sat on a log beside a tent, his shorts around his ankles and his shirt discarded on the ground. He was utterly focused on the phone in his hand, his other hand stroking a cock that was... massive. Twice the size of Danny’s. She blinked, her eyes widening in disbelief. I didn’t even know they came that big, she thought, her breath catching as she watched it spring with each stroke, like a missile searching for a target.

She must have made a sound because the man suddenly looked up. His eyes met hers, and he startled, standing quickly. His hand dropped his cock, which bobbed heavily as he scrambled to cover himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” they both said at the same time, their voices overlapping.

They laughed awkwardly, the tension between them thick and palpable. She made a move to turn away—at least, she thought she did—but her feet stayed rooted to the spot. Her eyes couldn’t leave him, couldn’t leave the sheer size and presence of his body.

The man cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry about that. I’d like to say I’m not always like this, but... truth is, since my girlfriend left, I can’t seem to keep it down for long.”

She nodded slowly, her thoughts a chaotic mix of outrage and fascination. That’s no excuse, one part of her thought. But another part—a warmer, more curious part—felt a pang of sympathy for him. And something else, too.

“You really shouldn’t be doing that out here,” she said finally, her voice trembling slightly.

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver through her. “I know,” he admitted with a wink. “Anyone could come along.”

His hand returned to his cock, stroking it idly. She stared, unable to tear her gaze away. The way his hand moved over the thick, veined length was hypnotic, the sound of his slick movements filling the clearing. She nodded again, her throat dry. “It must be... painful if you don’t finish,” she managed to say.

He looked surprised that she was still there. Truthfully, she was surprised herself. But she couldn’t move, couldn’t stop watching as he continued, his strokes growing bolder under her gaze. “It is,” he said with a faint smile. “Painful, that is. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick.”

She nodded again, her pulse racing as her body reacted to the scene unfolding before her. Her mind screamed at her to leave, but her feet refused to move. The heat between her legs was undeniable, her body betraying her resolve. She swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his. His phone continued to play where he'd abandoned it on the log, and she heard the sounds coming from the porn video—dirty words, the slaps of skin on skin, and squirts of liquid. She was very hot as the video voices asked if she was a bad girl who needed to be punished. Did she need a spanking? Come over here and apologize.

Following the video instructions, she took a step forward and then another. Let me see those titties. Be a good girl, the voice on the phone said. She was hypnotized, and her hands reached for the hem of her shirt. Before she knew it, she was half-naked, staring at this man she didn't know who was now within touching distance, his cock hard and pointed right at her as he stroked himself. She frowned, looking at the cock. “It’s bigger than any I’ve seen before,” she said.

He chuckled. “Well, it’s bigger than average,” he said, then gasped, his hand rubbing over the head of the cock and down the length. “The problem is my balls. I swear they make double the normal amount of cum, and I’m always hard. Even after I’ve come, I’m usually ready to go again.”

She listened like she was at a lecture, studying his movements as she did so.

“I would have thought some men would like that.”

He chuckled again. “Yeah, maybe if you have a woman willing for an all-night fucking.”

She blinked. “All night?”

He shrugged, still stroking. “Sometimes. Depends on how much she can take.”

She nodded, her gaze fixed, her mind spinning. She couldn’t stop studying him—the lines, the ridges, the veins, every mark and every hair. If someone asked her to sketch it, she could have drawn it from memory, so vividly etched was the image in her mind. She bit her lip, unable to look away, and the heat in her body only grew stronger.

"Now you are going to bend over and touch it, only once now, don't be greedy," the disembodied voice instructed, and Mia obeyed, her breath hitching as she leaned forward. Her finger slid across the swollen tip of the man's cock, its slick precum smearing onto her skin like warm syrup.

"Do you want a taste?" the voice asked. She nodded, lifting her finger to her lips and licking it clean. The flavor was salty, thick, and musky, a taste that made her groan as her hands dropped to her exposed nipples. Her fingers brushed against the hardened peaks, so sensitive that even the light breeze seemed to send sparks shooting straight between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively and whimpered.

"Ah ah, did I tell you you could do that?" the voice chided, and she shook her head apologetically, her cheeks flushing with heat. "You've been so naughty. I should spank your pretty little bottom. Let me see your little bottom, you naughty girl."

Her hands rushed to her waistband as she fumbled with the button, groaning and shifting as her eyes stayed glued to his cock. He was stroking it faster now, the head swollen and slick, pointed straight at her like it was searching for her. She pushed her shorts down her legs and turned, presenting herself fully, her naked pussy and round bottom exposed to the man and his cock.

Mia stayed bent over, her heart pounding in her chest as the heat between her legs became unbearable. The man’s cock throbbed as he stroked it, his eyes drinking in her exposed form. The air was heavy with tension, the only sounds the slick movements of his hand and the whispered commands from the video.

"Such a good girl," the voice purred from the phone. "Now spread your legs a little more. Show me everything."

Mia swallowed hard, her breath shallow as she obeyed. Her hands reached behind her, trembling slightly as she pulled her cheeks apart, revealing herself completely. The cool breeze brushed her heated skin, making her shiver as the sensation shot straight to her core. Her body felt alight with fire, responding to every word, every movement of his cock.

The man groaned, his strokes faltering as his hand slowed. "You’re... incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I don’t know why you’re doing this, but... fuck."

Mia’s eyes locked onto his cock, unable to look away. It was engorged, the veins standing out like a roadmap, the head red and glistening as precum dripped steadily. Her lips parted, and she licked them unconsciously, her thoughts racing. She wanted to touch him again, to feel him in her hands, her mouth, everywhere. Her body ached with a need that demanded to be satisfied.

"Does my cock excite you?" he asked, his voice cutting through the haze. She nodded, her throat dry as she stared, her eyes wide and filled with longing. "You want more, don’t you?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but eager. Her fingers brushed against her inner thighs, her body **** for release.

The voice from the phone sharpened. "Such a naughty girl. Get on your knees and beg for it. Show me how much you need it."

Mia dropped to her knees without hesitation, her eyes locked on his cock as she shuffled closer. The scent of him was intoxicating, musky and raw, making her head spin as she leaned in. Her tongue flicked out to catch a bead of precum, the taste richer and saltier this time, and she moaned softly.

"Good girl," the voice praised. "Now take it. Show me how much you want it."

Her lips wrapped around the head, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip as her hands moved to steady him. The man groaned loudly, his hips jerking as she took him deeper. The weight of him filled her mouth completely, the ridges and veins vivid against her tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the sensations, the warmth of him, the taste, the way his cock throbbed in her mouth.

Her hands drifted lower, one sliding between her legs to ease the ache that had become unbearable. Her fingers found her clit, and she gasped around him, the vibrations making him groan louder. The sound of his pleasure, the feel of his hand guiding her, the salty musk filling her senses—it was overwhelming, and she didn’t want it to end.

The voice commanded again. "That’s it, little slut. Take it all. Don’t stop until he’s finished."

The man’s breaths grew ragged, his hips bucking gently as he lost control. "I’m close," he warned, his voice tight with pleasure. "Don’t stop."

Mia took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as she worked to bring him over the edge. His release came suddenly, hot and powerful, flooding her mouth with salty warmth. She swallowed eagerly, her own body trembling as the heat spread through her, pushing her to her own release.

When it was over, she stayed still, her lips wrapped around him as she caught her breath. His hand stroked her hair gently, his voice soft as he murmured, "You’re incredible."

Mia pulled back slowly, her lips glistening as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with heat and pride. The video had gone silent, but the words lingered in her mind: Good girl.

She smiled, licking her lips, and whispered, "Thank you."

The man smiled back, his eyes warm and full of wonder. "No," he said softly. "Thank you."