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 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.  (not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copyrighted...so if you want
it?  Just ask- we'll talk.

   Dryad
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*** Sanctuary (M+F, group, bdsm (mild),hum, oral, exhib, toys)

   What was she doing?

   Emma shook her head.  She didn't care; she was too excited to care.  She
was finally going to do it.  She drove down to meet him, her backpack on
the seat next to her.

   It was a clear, bright morning with no haze in the sky, just the right
kind of day for a hike.  Her car crunched over the gravel of the state
sanctuary's parking lot, the dust flying up before resettling itself.  She
saw him there, checking his camera equipment, leaning against the gate that
separated the lot from the trail.  She locked up, grabbed her bag and
stepped out.

   He saw her, but stayed where he was.  When she reached him, he swept an
arm around her, embracing her warmly.  "Emma, Glad you could make it." She
smiled uncertainly.  He put his camera back in the bag at his hip and they
took the trail side by side.

   They were near the coast.  The scent of salt and decaying marsh were
heavy in the air.  On one side of the trail was a fairly steep hill, with
deep tree growth.  The other side was meadows of salt grass, bays and
inlets that eventually led out to sea.  They both knew the place well, he
to photograph, her to hike on the rare occasions she could escape her life.
They hiked quietly for a while, mellow silence in the way that only good
friends can hold.  Their silence was suddenly broken when a fawn leapt
across the trail, heading from the salt marsh to the relative safety of the
forest on the other side.  James' finger flicked on the shutter quickly,
catching the fawn's dappled side as it retreated into the forest gloom. 
They smiled at each other, walking side by side.  He reached for her hand
softly.  She felt the grasp of his fingers, the smoothness of his skin. 
She felt rather than saw him watch her; watch the color creep up her chest
to flower in her face.  She smiled slightly, knowing what was to come,
knowing her blush only made him want her more.

   They continued on, murmuring hello's to the passing hiker or biker.  It
was a fairly popular hike, with many side trails.  About three quarters
down the trail, they hit a fork in the road.  The trail they were on was
still wide, and neatly kept.  The trail off of it was obviously old, and
more of a challenge.  It veered away from the shore, back inland.  She
tended to choose this path, for not too far ahead was a large field, where
even now, many foundations of Victorian vacation homes could be seen.

   The buzz of grasshoppers and cicadas welcomed them to the isolated
field. Off in the distance, you could hear the crashing surf on the rocky
shore, but could not see it between the trees.  Emma dropped the bag off
her back, looking around with a sigh.

   "It really is lovely up here." She took a swig out of her water bottle.
"What do you think?"

   "There are some great shot ops here.  I can see why you like it.  Thanks
for bringing me.  I've never been to this part of the sanctuary before." He
smiled at her.  They wandered around the ruins, finding a likely place to
eat under a spreading ancient apple tree.  She pulled a light blanket out
of her backpack, as well as some fruit, and a bit of cheese.  Simple fare.
He flopped down beside her, pulling her down next to him.  He sat roman
style, on his side, as he munched the grapes and strawberries she had
packed.  He reached into his own bag, and pulled out a deep red wine.  He
handed it to her after uncorking it and she took a swallow from the bottle.
It was warm, but full flavored as she felt it travel down her throat.  She
smiled at him, as they continued eating.  They ate slowly, and spoke
quickly, jumping from topic to topic.  It was evident Emma was in a
nervous, excited state.  Finally, James slowed her down, pulling her to
him. They laid on the blanket, and watched the clouds above.

   "What does that look like?" He asked, pointing to a large cloud
formation.

   "Hmmm... a dragon." She smiled.

   "A dragon, where?" he squinted his eyes.

   "Look," She pointed, "there is the wing, the tail...its even breathing
out fire...there...see?" She said with a smirk.  "My turn.  What do you see
in that cloud?" pointing to a cloud farther to the right.

   "A cloud?" his answer earned him a jab in the ribs.  "okay okay. 
Ummm... a train.  The smoke, its wheels..." He pointed up in the air.  She
nodded, smiling, relaxed.

   Emma was tucked in close to James' side where she could feel his body
react to her closeness against her skirt.  His hand strayed to her thigh,
stroking it in soft circles, before slapping her ass.  Her body jerked, but
she cuddled up close again.

   "You were going to show me something, weren't you?" James whispered in
her ear.  She reached for her bag quietly, pulling out her favorite dildo.
He murmured in her ear, "Do it, do yourself for me.  Let me see your pussy
come." Her blush crept up her chest as she flipped her skirt up.  It was
then he noticed she was sans underwear.  She locked eyes with him, flicked
her tongue around the head of her brightly colored toy, then inserted it
in. She moaned softly.

   "You like that don't you?  Like me watching you." He didn't touch her,
just stared.  "Yeah, fuck yourself..." he smiled evilly as she moaned.  He
pulled his cock out of his pants as he laid next to her.  She stared at it,
wanting it, as she flicked the vibrator on, a harsh groan escaping her
lips. He smirked.

   "You want this don't you?  You fucking slut, all you want is a hard
cock, don't you?  Well, maybe if you give me a good show, I'll let you suck
it off."

   She moved the dildo more quickly, flicking her clit with her other hand,
and holding her outer lips open, so he could watch how her inner lips clung
to the thick shaft.

   "Yeah, show me how you fuck your cunt.  Get it nice and wet.  Fuck it
good." Her hips undulated, then bucked as she got closer, her breath coming
out in gasps and moans.

   "Please let me..." was all she managed to get out.

   He knelt at her head, as she turned toward it, and sucked the head into
her mouth, laving it with saliva, before pulling it deeper into her mouth.
But he had other ideas, placing his hands on either side of her face.  "You
wanted, it, you're going to get it, you cock-sucking whore." He thrust his
cock deep into her throat, making her momentarily gag before getting
control of it.  Her finger flicked faster, jerking in near explosion.  He
thrust into her mouth hard, fast while she attempted to suck.  "Fuck you
suck cock good.  You want my cum, don't you?  Can't get enough of it?  I
know what you want." His pace quickened as her body jerked in a violent
orgasm, her moan surrounding his rod.  She felt him swell in her mouth, and
began to reflexively swallow, catching the load of hot cum in her mouth and
throat, nearly coming again herself.  She sucked him clean before he pulled
out.

   "You're such a cum slut.  I know what you need.  Get on your knees,
bitch." She quickly did so, her back against the trunk of the tree.  He
pulled off her shirt, then shucked her skirt off.  Pulling her arms behind
her, he tied them.  "You want cum, you'll get cum." He pulled a bandana out
of his camera bag.  He twisted it up, and wrapped it around her eyes.  No
longer seeing, she kneeled quietly, trying to hear what he was doing.  What
she heard was the buzzing of her toy getting closer.  "You like cock?" she
could hear the attitude in his voice.  "Fine, you'll get it.  We'll see how
much you can handle.  But in the meantime..." with that, she felt her toy
roughly shoved up her cunt.  "I'll be back.  With company.  And you better
behave yourself." She heard his footsteps through the field, wondering what
he was up to.  Would he be back?  Would he send someone for her?  Her body
relaxed as much as her bindings would allow, yet every time she relaxed,
the vibrator in her dildo would hit her clit, getting her closer to yet
another orgasm.

   In the meantime, James was making his way back down to the main trail.
He smirked at the situation, at his friend.  It was interesting to him to
meet someone who could easily change gears like that, as he did.  Amazed at
what she wanted.  He got down to the main trail, and looked around.  He
could see an elderly couple moving back down to the lot, obviously not
likely.  A family going up the trail.  A single runner, quite the
possibility, but he ran right past James.  Over the hill, he could hear a
group of bikers; 2 of them by the sounds.  He stood up as they approached.

   "Hey guys!" He hollered over the click and whirl of their gears.  The
closest one pulled to a stop next to James.

   "Something wrong, man?" James inwardly smirked.

   "Depends on what you call wrong.  Might just be your guys lucky day."
Then he did smirk.

   The biker called his friend over, who had been taking a liquid break. 
"What is it?"

   "Well, I'm helping out a friend.  We could use your help."

   The bikers were clean cut, in their twenties, and willing to help.

   "Just follow me." Like the pied piper he snorted to himself.

   Emma moaned, lost in the throes of yet another orgasm as she heard noise
of people.  She quickly stifled her voice, hoping that no one's little kid
had just run off catching her this way.  She heard the click and whirl of
bike gears, shivering in fear, anticipation, and embarrassment.  She could
hear the murmur of voices, but was too far away to hear the words.

   "What the fuck man!  How twisted are you?" the first biker said, staring
at the barely visible form of the naked woman tied to the tree across the
field.

   "Honestly, guys.  When I said I could use your help, I was serious.  My
friend had a fantasy.  I'm just helping out.  Feel free to ask her if this
is her idea, I have nothing to hide.  But she wants this."

   "What exactly is 'this'?" The other biker spoke up.

   "She wanted to suck off a bunch of strangers, be treated like a slut. 
And I will vouch, she really knows how to suck cock." He shifted a bit at
the thought.  "But I gotta tell you, she's a smart woman.  Don't think I
don't respect her, cuz I do.  Otherwise I wouldn't help her out on this. 
I'm here to keep her safe, even if it seems a bit wild."

   The bikers looked at each other.  "Give us a second, okay?"

   James nodded, "I'll be over with her." The men huddled together talking
quickly as He turned away toward Emma.

   He stalked up to her, leaning then whispering in her ear.  "They're
here. They're looking at you right now, deciding if they want a piece of
slut.  Nice looking boys, mountain bikers...now, you're gonna be good to
them, aren't you slut?  Show them how you suck?" he hissed in her ear.  She
nodded slowly.

   She felt the shadow of someone near, before she heard their approach. 
"Hey lady, my friend and I gotta ask.  You want this?  This guy isn't some
lunatic bent on raping you?"

   Emma gulped and nodded, then whispered, "Its what I want."

   The second one, quieter than the first, answered.  "We'll stick around
then.  At your service, Ma'am." She blushed, embarrassed at how sweet this
boy was being, feeling a bit warm at the slight accent in his voice.

   James broke in, "don't waste your manners on her, guys.  She's just a
cum slut.  Feed her, and that's all she needs, isn't it?" When she didn't
answer, he roughly twisted her nipples.  "I asked a question bitch, isn't
it?"

   She bowed her head, "Yes, I'm a cum slut, fuck my mouth and feed me..."
she moaned.

   Emma smiled inwardly at the sound of clothes being shucked off quickly.
She felt the hot silken touch of cock against her cheek.  Her mouth chased
it, searching blindly for the head.  The guy laughed, and she noted by the
deep baritone, that it was the first one.  She flicked her tongue out,
finding his head, and sucked the fleshy tip to pull it into her mouth.  She
heard him moan, and say to his friend, "Shit can she suck!  Man just wait
to feel it." He pressed his hips forward and her tongue churned against the
underside of his swelling cock.  Her cheeks hollowed, as she sucked him
full pressure, smiling slightly as she felt his knees buckle and his hands
reach out to rest on the trunk of the tree above her head.

   The power was heady, and she began to move slowly up and down her dildo.
She heard the men gasp, and someone murmured, "fuck she is a slut!" She
heard more clothing being removed, and felt his hands come down to her
face. He held her head and began a rhythm.  Pressing his hardness deep into
her throat, she moaned, knowing the vibration would excite him further. 
His tempo increased, and he began yelling at her.

   "Suck my cock, you horny bitch!  You fucking cum slut!" She felt the
deep excitement bubble up in her, as though someone had turned on a
forgotten switch inside her.  She sucked more forcefully, barely allowing
him to pull his cock out.  He gasped as she felt his cock swell, knowing he
was about to spew into her mouth.  "You like it hard, don't you,
cocksucker?" He gasped as he exploded in her mouth.

   She drank deeply, swallowing gulp after gulp of cum, straining to keep
him in her mouth as he pulled away.  She groaned at the loss, but didn't
have to wait long when he was replaced.  This one was much slower, much
more gentle.  Without hearing his voice, she thought this might be Number
Two, as she'd named them in her mind.  He pressed his cock into her mouth
slowly, as though he were savoring the experience.  She blew out of her
mouth, pressing his cock out, giving him the feeling of resistance.

   He moved slowly, pressing deeply on each thrust, his fingers tangled
through her hair.  His cock continued to swell, until she was unsure it
would fit in her mouth.  Part of her brain not already engaged was lusting
after it, wondering how it would feel in her cunt.  He was whispering under
his breath, something she couldn't hear, but the moaning was getting her
wetter and wetter.

   Suddenly, the dildo that had been imbedded in her pussy was yanked out.
She moaned in protest, only to have the feeling of a tongue replace it. 
The tongue traced the outside edges of her lips, licking up her moisture.
She wailed into the cock in her mouth, causing him to buck against her. 
Her arms tied back, she just let go to the feelings each were stirring in
her.

   No longer were they talking to her, but talking to each other.

   "Man, this pussy is sweet!" one garbled between licks.

   "Her mouth is so soft and tight!"

   James, however, was right there, leaning into her ear.  " This is what
you wanted, isn't it?  These guys are all hot for you.  The hot slut,
nothing you can't or won't do.  Yeah, suck his cock til he spews in your
mouth.  Come into the guy's mouth, let his tongue fuck your wet slit." She
squirmed at the sound of his voice, his words--his tone, making her hotter
and hotter.  Then suddenly, the tongue down below her flicked her clit, and
fluttered there.  She shrieked into the cock in her mouth, as her orgasm
hit.

   The shriek must've done it, because suddenly, his tempo increased, and
he was pounding his cock into her mouth.  So hard in fact, her head was
hitting the trunk of the tree.  She pressed back against it, trying to save
herself from a concussion.  Her teeth grazed his thick cock, as her mouth
wouldn't open any wider.  His dick swelled as he pulled out, spraying her
face with his prodigious cum.  She flicked out her tongue, savoring the
salty flavor.  She felt them both take a step back as she caught her
breath.

   "Wow!  Thank you.  Really.  You are one hot lady." Number One said.

   "Are you sure we can't do anything for you?" Number Two added.

   "No, thanks guys.  James will take care of me.  You were both really
sweet to do this for me." Emma smiled from behind the blindfold, still
unaware of the men's looks.

   "Ummm, I guess that means we'll be going.  Come up here often?" Number
Two asked hopefully.

   "Dunno, this was the first time.  Just have to watch I guess." Emma
smiled.

   She heard the men move their bikes, heard the gears, and the swish of
the grass as they left.

   James untied her blindfold.  She blinked from the light.  Carefully he
untied her arms, and carried her to the blanket, laying her down on her
stomach.  "Well?  Is it what you expected?" He asked as he massaged her
stiff arms and back.

   "I couldn't really say." She moaned as he hit a tense spot.  "It was
different, I guess, but not in a bad way, not in a better way; just
different.  I wouldn't mind doing something like that again though.  I've
never cum so hard before or been quite so excited!" She rolled her head to
see him.  "Thank you." She said it softly, sincerely.

   He smiled at her.  "I'll admit, I thought it was a bit weird when you
first asked for my help.  I'm glad you asked me though; trusted me enough.
And you were right, it was really hot seeing those guys on you like that.
He reached over and pulled out her water bottle, which she accepted
gratefully.  She rolled off her stomach, and onto her back, resting her
head in his lap.

   "You spend too much time reading online smut, James.  I've never heard
you use language like that." Emma smiled.

   James snickered.  "Well, you said you wanted to be treated like a slut."
He shrugged.  "I had to do some research you know!" He stroked her hair. 
"I'm just glad I could be here for you."

   "You've always been there for me, James.  Odd, isn't it, that we never
hooked up?" They sat there, staring at each other for a moment, unsure of
what should be said next.  The moment dragged, then passed.

   "We should probably clean you up!" James looked at her cum covered body.
"Lets see if we can't sneak you down to the shore, and get some of it off."


   With that, they quickly packed up, and scurried through the trees, to
the seldom used beach.

   Fin
   Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002 Http://www.asstr.org/~Dryad