Pixie Prey

"Let's stop for a while," he said.

I hadn't been asleep. Not completely, anyway. The sharp, unexpected braking manoeuvre had stirred me back to life in time to see the sign. Pointing to the left, a picnic site. In the middle of the forest. Robert turned into the narrow lane, the road surface broken and uneven. "If only we'd brought food," I murmured. "We could have had a midnight feast."

We should have been home already, but the meeting had run on. Two long, tedious days of presentations and discussion, that had at least followed the agenda, and a third even longer day of disagreements that had left me exhausted - and grateful that Robert would be driving us back.

He gave a wry smile, only half-seen in the darkness. It wasn't pitch black outside, being midsummer and only about ten o'clock, but the surrounding trees cast deep shadows, that gave way suddenly to the picnic spot. Though overgrown and clearly long untended, there were benches and tables, and a pleasant view across the valley. "I need a break," he said. "To clear my head."

"I could do with stretching my legs," I said agreeably. "I think there's a path."

Not that either of us was dressed for a walk in the wilderness. We were both still in suits, Robert's charcoal, mine navy blue. More to the point (pun intended), both pairs of shoes I'd brought with me had high stiletto heels, the very opposite of sensible footwear for a night-time stroll in the woods.

Robert was on his phone, no doubt trying to phone his wife. He'd phoned her earlier, but that was before road closures had forced us to divert. "It's no good," he muttered. "No signal."

There was no one waiting for me. Just Thor, my cat, and he could take care of himself. I made my way carefully along the path, breathing in the clear, country air. It was warm, with just enough movement to be fresh. Robert caught up with me quickly, and we walked together in comfortable silence.

His wife was a lucky woman. Robert was not only educated and smart enough to run his own company, and fairly well off as a result, he was also handsome and in good condition. Indeed, he often ran marathons for charity. In many ways the perfect man... ten years my senior, and sadly already taken, or I might have had my eye on him myself.

As we circled back towards the car by unspoken agreement, I found myself wondering just how perfect he was. Was he well endowed, the way I liked my men? They say size doesn't matter, and certainly performance matters also, but I needed a man with girth and stamina. And a man unwilling to go down on me was a non-starter. Did Robert bury his handsome face between his wife's parted thighs? Did he devour her like a hungry wolf before burying his thick, hard cock in her?

The abrupt, vivid image of Robert as a wolf, his cock swelling, knotting within me, binding us together in a prolonged orgasmic release... I stumbled, and would have fallen had Robert not steadied me, the sure strength in his grip on my arm doing nothing to cool my sudden, baffling arousal.

I had never felt this way about him before. Sure, there had been some attraction, but never this desire that had me feeling like a weak-kneed schoolgirl instead of an experienced project manager. I leaned against the bonnet of the car, hoping that my embarrassment didn't show. Robert was my boss, and he was married. Happily married. I couldn't let him see that I was lusting after him.

He kissed me. Without warning. I melted into it, kissing him back without thought, too swept up by the passion in that moment of unexpected connection. It was a good kiss too, firm and explorative. Even as I came back to my senses, I was reluctant to give him up. "We shouldn't," I said.

"I know," he agreed, and kissed me again.

"You're married..."

"Yes," he whispered, kissing my neck, one hand cupping my right breast through my shirt, the other lifting me up, sitting me on his car, trying to part my legs.

My skirt was getting in the way, so I unzipped it at the side, and was glad that I was wearing lace knickers rather than shapewear tights. I moaned with delight as his crotch pressed against mine. Even through his trousers and our layers of underwear, I could feel he was hard - and of a good size too. "You really are perfect, aren't you?" I said.

Robert laughed. "I know this is wrong," he said between kisses, "but I can't help it. You're just so fucking hot."

I succeeded in extracting his cock at last, so that it jutted out erect from the fly of his dark suit trousers. Robert shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it across the car behind me, and rather than remove my knickers, he tugged them roughly to one side, exposing me painfully yet effectively. "So much for foreplay," I joked.

Not that I needed it. I didn't need to touch myself to know that I was wet. Had there been any doubt, it was dispelled by Robert's middle finger slipping into me. "I don't have a condom," he said apologetically.

"Just do it."

He needed no further urging. His finger was swiftly replaced by his cock, that was not only satisfyingly thick, but of an extraordinary length too. It had been months since I'd had a man in me. I'd almost forgotten the exquisite joy of being filled by hard, passionate flesh, intimate and brutal. He was gentle at first, wary of hurting me, but as I proved I could take him - indeed, as I urged him on - his thrusts became deeper, harder, the slap of flesh against flesh loud in the quiet night.

I'd never done it outdoors before. Of course, there was no one to see us, but it didn't stop me imagining there were people in the shadows watching us. Watching me fuck my married boss. Unprotected too. What if I ended up pregnant? What if he left his wife for me? Was that what I wanted?

"I've always wanted to do this," he said. "Just stop by the side of the road somewhere, and fuck, knowing someone might drive past at any moment."

None of that mattered to me. Right then I just wanted to feel him in me. "That feels so good," I said. "So fucking good..."

"I'm close," he warned, far too soon for my liking.

"It's okay," I said, masking my disappointment. "It's okay."

His thrusting became increasingly erratic, and suddenly I could feel him thickening, stiffening, and with a cry of release he was there, his cock pulsing within me, tickling my insides with spurting cum. "I needed that," he said, kissing me. "I really needed that."

*

And that was that. A surprising, exciting, much enjoyed interlude that was sure to lead to complications at work, and that had ended far too quickly.

Or so I thought, but his cock did not diminish and disengage as I expected, and the hands that caressed my thighs moved to unbutton my shirt. I didn't mind this at all. It gave me hope that I too would find satisfaction in this unexpected and unwise encounter. Sweet though Robert's kisses were, I needed him to fuck me again - and properly, this time.

He pushed my bra up over my breasts and bent to kiss my nipples, sucking harshly on them and biting gently, the intensity of sensation making me writhe and whimper. His long, thick cock, still buried within me, resumed its thrusting, tentative at first but with increasing vigour. "I can't remember the last time I stayed hard like this," he said, grinning.

"I'm certainly not complaining," I said - although I wanted to as he pulled out suddenly. I used the brief respite to tug off my jacket and shirt, and unclasp my bra. I was now naked apart from my heels and knickers, almost completely exposed to the imagined watchers. The evening air was cool against my skin, but not cold, and it was noticeably darker. The moon was almost full, and a few bright stars shone down as well.

Robert removed his trousers and boxers, giving me a clear view at last of his gorgeous cock, a magnificent member indeed. I parted my legs invitingly, but he shook his head with a smile. "Turn around."

I laughed, but did as ordered, slipping off the car and back onto my feet. Then, turning and bending over, I presented my rear to my horny boss. Immediately his hands were tugging at my knickers, pulling them down until I could kick them off over my heels. Even as I did, I felt his nose pressing between my cheeks, his tongue exploring my pussy. Smelling me. Tasting me. Himself too. I moaned with pleasure and pushed back against his face, but it wasn't what I needed right then.

"Stop teasing me," I pleaded. "I need you in me, Robert."

Ignoring me, he swept his tongue lovingly across my clit until I was dangerously close to finishing, then turned his attention to my ass instead, kissing that tight ring of muscle and even forcing the tip of his tongue through. "Don't," I whispered, though it was surprisingly pleasant.

Moments later he was thrusting into me again, filling my cunt superbly, hammering the length of his cock deep into me. I didn't even need to touch myself. His cock excited me like no other cock ever had. I cried out in wordless encouragement.

This time I was the one who couldn't hold back. "Yes!" I screamed as that wonderful, rhythmic cock propelled me to the precipice and over into blissful release. "Yes!" I cried, my body convulsing, my vagina contracting about his hard shaft that continued ramming into me.

For a long while I just relaxed there, luxuriating in the aftermath of that long, intense orgasm, my body rocking to the motion of Robert's slow, deep thrusts. I was amazed by how thick he seemed. I had never felt so incredibly full, so incredibly stretched by cock.

"You're so tight!" he said. "How are you doing that?"

I peered round at him, confused, just as with one last mighty thrust he buried his impossibly thick shaft to the hilt and roared with orgasmic victory. His great length pulsed inside me, flooding me with his cum. The sensation of being stretched and filled like never before drove me to the threshold again, each jerk of his cock sending a wave of pleasure through me as we convulsed together.

Until at long last he was done, and I was more than done. I rested my weight on his car, as I waited, weary but sated, for him to withdraw. Robert, bent over me, his breath loud in my ear, said, "That was amazing..."

"Your wife's a lucky woman," I murmured.

"It's never like this with her," he said. After a moment, he tried to pull out, but succeeded only in pulling me with him, and we cried out in surprise. "What the hell? You need to relax," he demanded, trying again, and failing. It was as if we were fused together, his huge cock still rigid and swollen within me.

As if, like a wolf, his cock had knotted inside me. As if, absurdly, my earlier fantasy had come true. "Has this never happened to you before?" I asked.

"What? No!" He continued struggling for a while, his efforts sending shivers of excitement through me. I had the best cock ever imprisoned within me and it felt very satisfying. Gradually Robert's struggles turned into caresses, his hands reaching round to cup and massage my breasts, or seeking out my clit. "Wow," he breathed, discovering just how stretched my pussy lips were, "it really is me, isn't it?"

"Oh yes..."

Inevitably his fingers toyed with my ass. "She never lets me touch her here," he said. "She thinks only prostitutes and porn stars have anal sex, and that I'm sick for wanting her like that."

I gasped as a finger penetrated me. I was torn between wanting to agree with his wife, and the seductive thought that this was something I could do that she would not. "I liked when you put your tongue in me," I said uncertainly. "But your cock... won't it hurt?"

He forced a second finger in, making me wriggle with discomfort. "Suddenly I can't think of anything I'd like more than to have you begging for my cock in your ass."

The swollen hardness within me eased abruptly, and Robert pulled free with a sigh of relief. My joints felt stiff as I straightened awkwardly and looked around for my clothes. Despite the increasing darkness, I should have been able to see them.

"Where are my trousers?" Robert asked, clearly alarmed. "And my jacket!" For a moment I thought I heard rustling and faint laughter, but it was probably just a breath of wind through the trees.

The realisation that you are in the middle of nowhere and naked apart from impractical shoes is an uncomfortable one. It makes for a sweet fantasy, one I had often imagined myself in, from the warmth and safety of my bed, but having it play out for real was alarming.

I checked the car doors, but they were locked. "The key's in my trousers," Robert said anxiously. "Phone's in my jacket."

"Robert," I said, "what if something's making our fantasies come true? Stopping for sex... What happened to your cock... Our clothes disappearing..."

"Really? This is your fantasy? To be naked and miles from civilisation?"

I didn't answer. It wasn't my fault he had stopped here and decided he needed to fuck me. I wasn't even sure it was my fault he had a wolf's cock and a sudden loss of clothing, although the coincidence was startling. And this was no fantasy. There was cum running down my legs from my twice-ravished pussy to prove it.

But damn his cock had felt good in me, swollen to such abnormal thickness. I wasn't sure if it was the cool air or not, but my nipples were hard. Or maybe it was the memory of Robert's fingers in my ass and his desire for me to beg for more. The thought of his wolf cock taking me in that unnatural way was enough to make my sphincter clench uneasily.

Perhaps we could break a window; get into the car that way; but I couldn't see Robert agreeing. Besides, without the key, what was the point. My phone was inside, yes, but the battery was dead, so we really were screwed.

Robert sighed. "We'll just have to go to the road," he said, echoing my thoughts. "Hope someone stops to help us." I could almost hear him trying to explain this to his wife.

What choice was there? "Okay," I said.

So we walked, side by side along the track back to the main road, not quite touching. The further we went from the car, the closer the trees crowded in around us, and the more I felt I was living my fantasy. The one where my clothes were stolen and I had to make my way home without being seen, and of course I was always seen, always forced into sexual acts against my will, and if I reached home at all it would be with cum dripping from everywhere.

The sense that we were being watched intensified. The forest's shadows were black, impenetrable. There could be a thousand pairs of eyes trained on us, a thousand tongues salivating over our distress. If anything, my fearful imaginings served only to excite me further, and I was only too aware of Robert beside me, his long cock stirring restlessly.

Enough moonlight penetrated the surrounding trees to outline the lane we followed, and to allow us to see each other, at least by shape. Seeing him fully erect, I elected to break the silence between us. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"What? Oh!" He laughed. "I was just thinking about what we did - and what we almost did."

I knew what he was thinking about. Indeed, the thought of it made my ass clench so tightly it forced a moan of lust from me. Losing balance on my heels, I clutched at his arm for support. He held me as I recovered my breath, and I was only too aware of his hard cock within easy reach of my hands.

"In my fantasy," I dared to whisper, "I am taken against my will."

"In mine," he whispered back fiercely, "you beg for it."

A quandary indeed. "Perhaps," I said, "one leads to the other."

"Perhaps," he said, and we stood in silence, each perhaps waiting for the other.

*

We walked on, not daring to speak, not daring to touch, and came at last to the main road, wide and well surfaced but not a car in sight. Not even a distant headlight. "I guess we wait," I said, rather redundantly.

Robert had other ideas, however. He pulled me down onto the grass verge and knelt behind me. I shrieked with surprise as his hand struck my cheeks, and he ignored my pleas to stop as he spanked me hard, refusing to let me wriggle away from this undeserved punishment. Tears streamed from my eyes as the cool flesh of my bum burned from his cruelty.

"Is this what you wanted?" he demanded.

"No!" I cried, but he wasn't listening. Instead his cock was driving into me again, filling my cunt for a third time, and I must have been wet for there was no hesitancy in his thrust.

"Don't lie to me, slut," he hissed, pulling roughly at my hair as he thrust in again. "Soon you'll be begging for me to fuck your ass."

I looked up, startled to see headlights bearing down on us. "It's a car!" I shouted, trying to stand up.

Robert held me firm, however, and pounded his huge cock into me as deep and as fast as he could, uncaring that we were visible to the driver - who ignored my awkward attempt to wave and instead blared his horn as he drove past.

In truth, I was relieved. Despite my earnest struggles, Robert's cock just felt so good in me, and the burning heat in my cheeks had transformed into a fierce but not unpleasant warmth. I surrendered to this harsh but blissful mistreatment, and focussed on what I was sure would be a spectacular climax.

Only for Robert to pull out abruptly. I waited for him to take my ass, as I knew he wanted, and although I was nervous about the size of him, there was a part of me that was excited by the idea of my ass being stretched obscenely by his swollen wolf-cock.

Instead, he circled round me and guided my mouth to his cock. I've nothing against blowjobs, but his timing sucked. Or, rather, I did, his hands using my hair like reins as he fucked my mouth. I was off balance, forced to hold onto his hips, unable to touch myself at all.

It was deeply frustrating, and exactly what I had always craved. Two cars passed, one in each direction, neither stopping, the first as Robert tried to force himself down my throat, with some success briefly; and the second even as streams of cum painted my face and breasts while I gasped for breath.

How it was possible that he had come three times in such a short interval and produced such a phenomenal quantity of cum I had no idea, but I loved it. I smeared it all over my breasts, swirled it about my aching nipples.

And, astonishingly, he was still hard. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. "Fuck my ass, Robert," I said, spinning to present him with the target. "Fuck my ass with that awesome cock. Fill me with so much cum I'll be leaking for days."

I cried out as he breached my virgin ass, forcing his thick cock inch by inch into me. Anyone within a mile of us must surely have heard me. The pain of it was exquisite, driving me wild with lust. I was so stretched, so full of him, when barely even half his prodigious length was in me. "Is this what you wanted, slut?" he growled.

"Yes!" I cried. "Fuck my ass with your massive cock!"

And he did, driving into me hard. It was literally mind-blowing sex, like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was dirty and savage, and out in the open where we could be seen. A truck roared past us and I barely noticed, caring only about the cock ramming my ass.

It was better than any fantasy. I could feel the unseen inhabitants of the forest devouring us with their eyes, could almost hear them cheering us on. We were but an entertainment for them, two errant humans reduced to rutting beasts for their pleasure. I was on all fours on the grass, my face and breasts wet with cum, my thighs too, and my cunt had been so magnificently stretched that it might never return to normal.

And when at last he swelled to an enormity that defied all movement, that expanded my ass almost beyond endurance, I was incoherent with pain that was exquisite pleasure. I collapsed, my arms giving way, Robert lying heavy atop me, every pulse of his cock making my body convulse ecstatically, his cum flooding my insides.