1. Lake_Whore


    Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: edintx99, Source: xHamster

    Lake_Whore by edintx99 The lake—water crystal clear and sparkling in the sun—was on one side of the narrow sandy trail. Small boulders and rocks, bleeding out to a desert landscape were on the other. A jagged mountain range rose starkly in the distance. I’d been hiking since sunrise, the cool morning air now turned furnace-hot by the mid-day sun. I had chosen this isolated trail to clear my mind of the week’s burdens. I hadn’t seen a soul the entire time. I shed my T-shirt, rung it out, and adjusted the straw cowboy hat on my head. I laid shirt flat on a waist-high, flat boulder to dry and then decided to sit down on it. I took a sip from my canteen and looked out over the lake. I heard a scuffle of dirt and gravel, out of sight, down the trail. When I looked up I saw her: short cutoff jean-shorts, long legs, full breasts tied up in a red plaid cotton shirt. She stopped. I stared. She stared and licked her lips. She shuffled her hiking boots on the dusty trail. “Water?” “Sure.” I handed her the canteen. I watched her lips as she took a small sip, then her slim neck as she swallowed a larger gulp. She brushed a hand through her long brown hair and handed back the canteen. “Thanks, Mine was empty.” She stood, hands on hips, and looked out over the lake. She was the perfect age. The muscles in her bare stomach and legs suggested she was in her twenties. But the thinning in her face and her jaw line suggested thirties and a very successful workout schedule that kept her hyper ...
    fit. Her caramel- brown tan complexion offset a startling pair of clear blue eyes. I didn’t say anything. I waited for her to speak. I’d seen her at the bar last night. She had at first been bubbly and flirtatious. Since I had a date with me, I had been direct. I had pointed across the room at an approaching woman. “That woman is mine.” She had paused, examining first my date and then me. “Yours?” “Yes. She belongs to me.” Her manner had changed. In a truly apologetic tone, she had said “My apologies… sir.” Then she had averted her gaze and moved over two seats. She must have overhead us talking about this hike. She had to know what I was--and what she would receive--or she would not have come to this isolated spot. She broke the long silence. “My name’s Jenny.” I nodded my head and raised a questioning eyebrow. She looked me up and down once, pausing at my muscular chest and thighs. I stared back, hard. She dropped her head and looked at ground. Head still bowed, she gazed up at me through the veil of her shining hair. I gave her a small smile. Sometimes a woman new to my life required encouragement or supplemental training. I pointed at the ground. “Kneel.” She did. “Crawl to me.” She shuffled her knees through the sandy trail dirt, head down, until she was in front of my spread knees. “What do you want?” “You, master.” “What do you I owe you?” She paused and said quietly, “Nothing, master.” I nodded and tugged lightly at her shirt. “Strip.” She didn’t hesitate. She untied the ...
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