You arrive at the festival grounds and Emma is in heat.

Coachella is already crawling with people the day before the festival. You and Emma exit the taxi with your backpacks and bundled up tent. The sun is shining on a huge grassy field, lined with palm trees and pulsing with people having a good time and showing skin while they do it. Shirtless men sweating it up in the California heat, college girls in bikinis and sunhats, everybody made just the slightest bit anonymous by their omnipresent sunglasses. Emma clutches your hand as she gazes out across the field. She's shivering and your hand feels like it's stuck in an iron vise. You can see her chest heaving up and down as she seems to hyperventilate. It dawns on you that Emma is more desperately horny than she's ever been in her entire life.

You hold tightly to her hand as you push your way through the crowds to the tent encampment. Emma goes along with you, still enough under your control to follow your tugging, but her head cranes every which way to ogle the passersby. She clearly wants to fuck everyone in sight. You can almost hear the gears in her head whirling, trying to think of the best way to seduce each one to someplace secluded and start playing naughty games with them. You've brought a starving lion to an all-you-can-eat buffet, and it's starting to hit you what a powerful **** Emma's lust can be. You give her a firm order not to leave your sight while you set up the tent, a generous sized unit with room to roll around. She obeys, but is clearly struggling all the while. She rubs up against you while you stake the tentpoles and pull the fabric taught. More than once she grabs your hand and forces you to grope her tits or her ass. People pass by the scene and give you nods of approval or even wolf whistles and hoots, which only makes Emma more anxious to get naked. She's already halfway there, with her neon yellow bikini top and tight shorts hugging her ass, showing off her smooth, tasty legs. She paces around in front of you, barefoot, close to nature. The instant you call the job done and throw your backpack inside, she practically tackles you into the tent, pinning you to the tarp floor, leaving the front flap unzipped.

Emma jams her tongue in your mouth, and you can taste the lime soda she was drinking in the cab. She whimpers with relief as you roll her bikini straps down her shoulders, freeing her round breasts and putting them in perfect licking position. As you swing your head up to take a suckle, you see the flap of the tent laying open, showing the legs and feet of people walking by. The angle keeps them from seeing straight in, but if anyone did, they'd have a perfectly lit view of you and Emma snogging. If you can keep things under control here, you could scrape by unnoticed. Then Emma starts to crawl away from you, inching back so her head lines up with your cock, and as she does so, her legs and ass spill out the front of the tent, directly into foot traffic.

Emma starts to slobber all over your dick, drawing her hair back out of her face so you can see. She knows how much you love seeing her be a slut and she's learned well to always give you the best view. You give a quick thanks that she's still wearing her shorts while she worships you and licks your shaft like her life depends on it. And then you get a devilish thought. You're still riding the adrenaline rush from the plane, why not keep it going? After all, Emma has proven that she can fuck her way out of anything so far. You decide it's time to let Emma really start to show herself off. You pick Emma's head up by the hair, watching her gag for a moment as your massive girth recedes from her throat, and take her gently by the chin.

"Emma, baby, do you need something more? You look like you're really bent out of shape." You softly tease her with sarcasm in your voice.

"Oh, John, I'm just so fucking horny. I don't know what to do. I just want to cum over and over on your cock. I need it so bad." She's not even exaggerating, not playing this up just for you. She would fuck absolutely anyone you put in front of her, and now that she has momentum, she'll do anything to keep it going.

"Well, then how about we do something really special? A little warm-up for the rest of the weekend? Would you like that?" Emma hasn't stopped stroking your shaft, looking into your eyes with adoration in hers. She bites her tongue and nods.

"Take off your shorts, Emma, we're going to set up a little booth of our own." Her face lights up as she thinks she knows what you're getting at. Emma pulls herself inside and strips off her shorts while you rummage about in your backpack. You pull out a permanent marker and tell her to roll over for you. You give her plump ass a good smack before getting to work. In big, bold letters you write out "SPANK ME" on Emma's ass. You assume your old position lying in the middle of the tent as Emma slinks back into place to blow you, voluptuous ass still sticking out of the tent. She's on her knees and elbows, bare backside clearly visible for all to see. Just to up the mystery factor for people outside, you zip up the tent flap around Emma's waist, so nobody can see what you are doing inside the tent. Emma goes back to blowing you. Now you're just waiting for somebody to take notice.