Caught masturbating outdoors

I laid back and slid my shorts down, a little at a time. My hands where trembling with fear and excitement when I pulled them off. My cock was standing at attention, the shaft red and shiny in the fractured sunlight that broke through the trees. The head looked rubbery and had a little drop of white on the tip. I rubbed my nuts gently and got up on my knees to show of my naked cock. While I looked out over the meadow I caressed my hips and thighs softly, imagining I was being watched. Wrapping my hand firmly around the shaft of my cock I began to slowly stroke up and down, only brushing against the swelling head that was becoming more sensitive with each stroke. With my other hand I was gently squeezing my balls and rubbing a ring around my ass-hole. I was so hot I thought I would blow my load right then! I pinched the base of the shaft tightly and decided I’d better slow down if I wanted this to last. I took off my shirt to be completely naked and relaxed back on the towel. It was a wonderful feeling to be lying naked and exposed. The though of being caught sent a shiver through me and made my cock quiver. My rod was still firm and stood out against my white skin. Relaxing there I saw a jet passing overhead. I wondered if anyone wanted to watch as I stroked and writhed sensuously for them. It was only a minute before they passed out of sight and out of mind.I stood up to get a better view of my arena, spreading my legs just enough to let my balls feel the light breeze that rose from the meadow. I could see all the way across from where I was. The tree danced with the music of the wind. They had a strange rhythm to their movements, capricious yet steady. Their movements bent their shadows into various patterns. My own body swayed with their rhythm, the light danced with the shadows across my naked flesh. I scanned the area around me, no one around.”To bad,” I thought. I was ready to put on a show. The breeze felt warm on my skin and helped to relax me. The warm feeling of my hands caressing my belly caused me to close my eyes and dream. I dreamed about small bed with only one sheet over it. I’m laying there naked, looking around the room. There are five women watching me, staring at my cock in my hand. “Let’s see you stroke it for us Georgie,” they say. I feel embarrassed at first, but their words of encouragement make me relax. As they get closer to the bed I recognize their faces. All the sophisticated women I know were gathered around my writhing body secretly touching themselves as they watched me strock my throbing member. “Make it cum for us, Georgie,” one of them say. I look each one of them deeply in the eyes as I roll around on the bed stroking firmly on my cock with slow long strokes. They all have that look of passion in their eyes that makes my head spin. I could feel my nuts tighten to explode when I opened my eyes and looked out over the meadow again. The trees still danced, but to a quicker pace. Still no one was around to watch the show and my cock was ready to explode. I laid back on the towel and spread my legs. My cock longed for attention as I wet my index finger. My breath was heavy and my cock was throbbing. I took the wet finger and rubbed some of the lubricant on the tip of the glands where the shaft and glands come together. My other hand grabbed the shaft firmly and held it still while my finger made little circles over the hot spot. I continued the slow circles and the feeling in my balls grew stronger. My whole body was bathed in the grip of desire, quivering on the brink of orgasm. I wanted to go faster and faster but I knew the release would come too quickly, shortening the agonizing ecstasy. I was writhing on the ground, moaning out loud. The tightening of my balls was growing as my body shivered on the edge, ready to go over but clinging tightly to the point where the ecstasy is at its greatest. My breath was coming in gasps as the tension in my body grew. I rubbed even slower…. almost not moving at all…… until I couldn’t take it anymore! I looked down the hill and dreamed of being caught right then, load moans were coming from my mouth but I don’t remember making them. I arched my hips, lifting my ass off the ground, and a stream of cum gushed from my cock. I gasped loudly as the orgasm grabbed my balls and squeezed them over and over again. The sticky fluid sprayed over my belly in globs, splashing against my skin and running down the sides. It seemed like five minutes before I stopped cumming! The pleasure I felt was great when my throbbing cock finished spewing its load. The warm glow of the orgasm filled my head while I milked my shrinking cock dry. The cum was warm and I rubbed it into my skin, the smell all over my body was a reminder of a great orgasm. Looking around the clearing I felt reborn in Nature, naked, and spent. Masturbating in the wild is a great way to rekindle the spirit. After I cleaned up and dressed I made my way back to civilization. When I got to my car I found a note on the windshield. It commented on my “performance” in detail, describing almost every move. They must have really watched me to know this much detail, but I saw no one around. This was a pretty desolate place and the first thing that ran through my mind was that I could have been killed! I quickly unlocked my car, vowing to never do this again when I noticed an envelope on the seat. the window was open a little when I left and they must have slipped it through the crack. I was frantic as I opened the envelope and found several pictures inside. They were clearly pictures of my show on the hill. One picture of me showed me standing up with a shaft of sunlight causing my cock to glisten. A shot of me kneeling and cupping my balls with both hands really turned me on. Shot after shot of my little party was a hit to somebody. The last picture I didn’t recognize. She was beautiful! Her long black hair framed her face and flowed over the black leather vest that struggled to hold back her full breasts. Her blue eyes seemed to hold a power over me. There was another note in the envelope that showed the directions to a cabin near by. On the bottom it said I could have the negatives if I came for them. I was both frightened and enthralled. I sat there awhile, trying to decide if I should go. It seemed too dangerous but I had to find out who took the pictures. That and my cock was hard again.

  Chap. 2

It was a short ways to the cabin. It was actually a large house  secluded on the side of a hill, overlooking a meadow that seemed  familiar. The oak trees that surrounded it protected from the sun, and  sight. “No wonder I never saw this place.” I said out loud. I realized  they may have seen every time I went up to the clearing. I shivered  realizing that all those shows may not have gone unnoticed! I  approached the door when it opened wide. “Took you long enough to get here!”Her voice was stern and sharp  as her breasts heaved with her barked commands. She was 5’9” with long  black hair flowing over her shoulders. A black leather vest wrapped her  ample breasts in its smoothness, her nipples trying to burst free  through the tightly stretched skin. Tight black boots climbed up her  long, shapely legs all the way up to her thighs. Nothing else was  hidden and her neatly trimmed bush was pulling my eyes out of my head. “Get in here now!” As I hurried by her she slapped my ass hard, causing me to yelp.  The house was nice inside, real plush. She was right behind me, nudging  me on. “Get over on that couch and sit down!” She slapped my ass again,  but this time it wasn’t her hand. A flat, leather paddle was in her  hand, making it sting more. I hurried to the couch and sat down facing her. She stood in  right in front of me and gently stroked my hair while pulling my face  to her belly. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her sex mixing with  the warm leather.   “You have such beautiful hair,” she seemed to purr. My hands went unconsciously to the back of her legs, wanting to  pull her closer to me. As I touched the smooth leather of her boots she  pushed me back hard on the couch and stepped back. “I didn’t say you could touch!” She turned and went to a chair  facing me and sat down. She reached under the coffee table that  separated us and pulled out a shoe box stuffed with pictures. “You  want these don’t you. Well go ahead, look. They’re all of you romping  in the buff.” To my utter delight they were all of me. There must have been  fifty or sixty photos of me. Several of them with a finger in my ass  and a thick white stream gushing from my cock. Those really caught my  attention. “Those are my favorites, too. You are such a nasty boy when  you’re alone.” She stood up again and walked around the coffee table,  sitting on it directly in front of me. She lifted one leg and slide her  boot between my legs, I squeezed my thighs tighter but she pushed her  way to my cock. The hard sole of her boot crushed my throbbing cock  against me. Don’t think that thing is going to see any action for a while,”  she said as she ground her toe into the head of my cock. I almost  screamed but held it back, not wanting to give her the pleasure. The  pain was intense and the hard buttons from my fly really dug in, but  the erotic sensation was so intense. She eased up on my crotch and said, “lets try again.” She lifted  her boot off my crotch and leaned forward. She took my head and pulled  it toward her leg. “Lick!” She held my head firmly against her thigh. The leather  was smooth and tasted sour. The smell mingled with the aroma of her  moist sex, which I could clearly see was getting wetter. She watched me  intently as I licked every portion of her boot, then directed me to do  the same on the other side. Her sex was dripping and the scent  overpowered the leather. She pushed my away sharply when I finished my  job. Her inner thighs were wet with her juices. “You’re very good.” her voice was passionate. She stood up and  barked,”follow me!” I followed her like a scared child through the hall to a room in  the back of the house. It was incredible. I had never seen a dungeon  before and this was a masterpiece. The room was quite large and filled  with things I’d never seen before. She closed the door behind us and  picked up a paddle. “Strip!” she commanded. I pulled my shirt over my and felt the  paddle sting my bare side. I couldn’t see it coming so I flinched with  the sting. “Hurry up, slave!” I pulled the buttons of my pants open and slide them down my legs  with my underwear. When I bent over to pull them off my legs she hit  right across my bare ass. The paddle stung and shocked me. I lost my  balance and crashed to the floor. I quickly finished stripping and  tried to get up. “No you don’t,” She said pushing me back down. Her foot was  firmly on my chest. “Let me get a good look at you, slave.” She looked  over me with a stare that shot right through my heart. My cock was hard  and standing up, craving her attention. “You look bigger in the  pictures.” She took her foot off my chest and walked to a table in the  middle of the room. She slapped the leather surface and said, ” Up  here, Slave.” When I laid back on the table she began to tie my arms and legs  to the corners. I could move a little in my bonds, but not much. My rod  was longing to be stroked, driving me crazy with desire. Standing at  the foot of the table She slowly unbuttoned her vest. Each one  revealing a little more of the luscious curves to my hungry eyes. Her  blue eyes were burning into mine as I watched her slowly free her ample  breasts. Their round fullness were capped with deep brown nipples,  standing out like erasers. Seeing her so close made my cock ache with  desire. She massaged each of her nipples firmly, twisting them between  her fingers. Cupping her breast she licked her finger and slowly rubbed  around her nipple, then down her flat stomach to the top of her exposed  bush. She walked to the side of the table and grabbed something. The  table slide slowly and inverted me so I was upright but not hanging.  She walked to a large cabinet directly in front of me and opened up  both doors. Inside was a large T.V. screen. “I want you to watch a little movie I made. I hope you like it.”  She turned on the T.V. and started a tape. I was shocked as I watched  myself walking across the meadow. It was the first time I came up here.  I remembered it well, I really got off that time. It had been a while  and I was really horny. Watching myself was getting my hotter, my cock  begging for attention. I squirmed against my bonds but could not  satisfy the burning desire of my cock. She was watching my squirm and smiled. Walking over to the chest  by the door she grabbed a dildo and a vibrator from within. She sat  down right in front of me with her back to me. She rubbed the vibrator  over her breasts and around her nipples. Her breath was getting deeper  and little moans were coming from deep in her throat. Her hands went  down to her belly and I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could  hear it. My first show was a almost done when the moans became louder,  blending in with the hum of the vibrator . The sounds of her wet sex  being parted by the dildo made my head spin with desire and my cock  throbbed. I struggled against my bonds, wanting to touch my tortured  cock against her smooth flesh. The humming stopped and she stood up. The dildo in her hand was  slick with her warm juices. She walked close to me and allowed my cock  to brush against her belly. Holding the dildo close to my face the  scent of her sex was making my head spin. “Lick it!” She pushed it to my lips. Her juices tasted salty  sweet as she rubbed the toy around my mouth. She forced it in my mouth  and almost gaged me, laughing when I struggled away. The smell of her  sex was all over my face. My head was exploding, wanting to stroke my  hard cock and cum all over her lovely tits. The video continued and I watched again as I walked across the  meadow. I couldn’t believe she watched each time. Watching myself was a  turn-on. I liked to see the look on my face when I squirm on the edge,  then release my hot load. The second show was a kinky one. I also  brought a small vibrator. I was on my knees with my shoulders to the  ground, rubbing the vibrator around my tight asshole. I watched  intently as I slowly slipped in into the tight passage. I turned to my  side and slowly slide it in deeper while I rubbed my hot spot. That  orgasm was one of the best I ever had, and it was saved for me to  savor. She let me down from the bed and grabbed my hard cock and pulling  me across the room. She pushed me down on the ground and straddled my  head, her pussy only inches above my face. Spreading her lips with the  fingers of one hand she rubbed her large clit with the other. Her box  was so wet, running down her thighs and on to my face. I tried to touch  my aching cock and she slapped my hand away, then went back to her  clit. Her hips swayed at first, then rocked back and forth. Her moans  were getting me drunk with lust when her movements became frantic. She  stiffened up and her tits shivered. Then my face was drenched with her  juices. She did it twice as I hungrily licked the dripping honey. She  caught her breath after a few minutes and sat back above my head.  “Don’t move,” she said. She slide along side me and took my cock in her hand. It was warm  and wet, silky with her own cum. Slowly she stroked its firm shaft,  sliding all the way off then back on again. I moaned loudly and begged  her to let me cum. Slowly and firmly her stokes continued. I was close  to the edge when she stopped and changed her grip. With her thumb she  began to slowly rub my hot spot. I writhed on the floor and moaned  loudly as she tortured me. She held me on the edge for what seemed like  an hour. I continued to beg her let me cum, until she finally said yes.  She watched my face intently while I exploded in her hand. She smiled  as my cum dripped over her hand. She stroked it for a while then kissed  me hard, pushing her tongue deep in my mouth. I got dressed and followed her out to the couch. “You are to be at the clearing next Friday at 2pm, understand?”  She said with gentle tone, then slapped me across the face.  “Understand!” “Yes, Mam,” I whimpered. “Good boy, now run along.”

Chap.3

The week seemed to go by in a haze. I was confused about what  happened at the cabin, or more like confused about my feelings. She was  so beautiful, yet I was still afraid of where this was going. As I  drove up the narrow road to the trail head I thought about going back  home. The anxiety tugged at my gut while the erotic excitement warmed  my groin. Having no idea what to expect that day, my mind went wild  with the fantasies. When I started up the trail my cock was already hard and rubbed  the inside of my shorts. Tension was building in my crotch all the way  up the trail as I wondered what was going to happen. When I reached the  meadow I almost broke out into a run, but slowed down instead, knowing  she could see me at this point and not wanting to give any hint of my  growing excitement. The meadow was alive with flowers of various shapes  and colors dancing in the light winds that swirled across their  blossoms. Slowly crossing this sea of color and movement I inhaled  deeply the abundance of scents. Their fullness overwhelmed me, drowned  me in their pungent grasp. I lost touch with civilization at that  point, only feeling the pureness of the open blossoms as I swam across  the vastness. They were naked and free to share their delicate beauty  with me while they danced with the wind. The clearing was well lit at this time of day and the warm sun  felt good as the breeze caressed my skin. There was a small black bag  under on of the surrounding trees so I went to see what it was. Pinned  to the top was a note instructing me to put on a show and leave the bag  alone. It was signed “Daphne.” “So that’s your name,” I said quietly. I laid my towel out in its usual spot and started to undress.  Slowly at first, taking my time and swaying with the soft breeze that  played with my hair. I opened my shirt and started to rub my chest with  both hands, feeling exposed and open. It made me really hot to think  she was probable watching, maybe even playing with herself as I slide  it off my shoulders. As I undid my pants and turned around I leaned  over slightly, giving her a good view of my tight ass, making sure to  rub each cheek. I turned around again, my cock stretching out hard and  shiny in the warm sunlight. They air around me stirred, caressing my  naked body with its gentle touch. With both hands I rubbed my ass,  thrusting my cock forward and letting the breeze tickle my balls. With  one hand I rubbed my hard cock, kneading my ass with the other. The  sensation was great! I was so turned on I forgot about my audience as I  looked out over the meadow toward the stand of trees that hid the  cabin. The meadow was hypnotic, its various shades of reds and blues  were floating above a sea of green and light brown. Gentle winds danced  across the flowers, swirling their colors together like reflections on  a small lake. The scene was magical and filled my soul with warmth.  Standing naked and erect overlooking that swirling kaleidoscope I felt  at one with the wind, rising and falling over the meadow, dragging my  fingers through the liquid colors. I got down on my knees and gently stroked the shaft of my  hardness, my hips rocking with each movement, while my other hand  lightly squeezed my balls. The slow, soft strokes made my groin hot and  my head dizzy. I wanted to stroke it madly and explode right then, but  I knew I had to put on a good show for Miss Daphne. My release would  have to wait. Slowly the fires in my groin burned hotter. Each stroke  stoking the flames. I laid back on the towel and caressed my thighs and though about  what I was doing. I was naked and fully erect, being watched from a  distance as I brought myself to orgasm. It was a dream come true for  me, but why was I so scared by it? What could be so bad about it? It  felt so good, but it left me with a weird feeling. My cock was still  longing for attention so I stroked it again, this time harder. I closed  my eyes and imagined what she was doing then. My balls swelled with  lust as I pictured her pinching her hard nipples. I decided it was time  to really show off. I wet a finger and drew slow circles around the sensitive tip of  my cock. The tension grew in my body and I could feel my balls  tightening up. I was breathing hard and soft moans came from my throat.  My body writhed on the ground as the sensations grew more agonizing,  the cum swelling my balls and crying to be released. Slower and slower  the circles became, building the tension to an incredible peak. The  moans were louder and my breath was faster. My balls quivered and I  teetered on the edge, drunk with the ecstasy and excitement. Suddenly I  heard, “Oh my God!” I opened my eyes to see a young girl standing no more then 5 feet  from my naked flesh. Her hand covered her mouth as she giggled  slightly, looking at my prostrate form. She couldn’t have been more  then 19 and had a tight, shapely form. Her abundant black hair framed  her innocent face. Tight cut off jeans cling to her flowing hips and  held tight to the mound of her flesh. I must have turned 10 shades of  red staring into her eyes, but the excitement of being caught was over  whelming me and my hips arched upward. My cock spewed forth it’s  boiling load of cum higher then I’d ever seen before. The clinching of  my muscle was so intense my whole body jerked with each spurt and gasps  escaped my clinched teeth. Her eyes never left my throbbing member,  watching it explode over and over again until there was nothing left. I  milked the warm juices out of my softening cock and watched a smile  come across her face. I was out of breath when I tried to apologize to her. She laughed  again and left without a word, leaving me alone. The sticky fluid was  all over my legs and belly and it took me ten minutes to get cleaned  up. I wondered if she was sent by Daphne, or if she was a true innocent  participant in my self enjoyment. The breeze on my skin helped to cool  the ebbing fires in my groin as I pondered about what happened. It was  then that I remembered about the bag. As I dressed, I wondered what was  in it, but I knew I shouldn’t look. Crossing back I kept my eyes open for the young girl. I had no  idea what was going on as I made may way back to the car. Was I going  to find a note, or a bunch of pictures? Was I going to find anything?  Leaving the trail, I could see nothing on my car and didn’t find  anything inside, either. I drove home confused, satisfied with the  strange encounter, but unsure of the consequences. The long drive was a  quiet opportunity to think about it all. When I arrived, I found a message on my machine. It was only a  second before I realized it was she. Her passionate laugh on the tape  took me back to my restraints, struggling to reach my throbbing member  while she laughed at my suffering, greedily satisfying her own desire  and denying mine completely. “The look on your face when she caught you was unbelievable!” She  went on and seemed to enjoy describing the whole show. Her voice was  low and seductive and had me alive with passion. “You must call me  now!” I played the message a few times and found myself charged each  time I heard her voice. She answered on the first ring. “Hello Little Boy,” she said. “Miss Daphne?” I asked, knowing it was. “That was quite a performance today, but you left me dripping her  all alone with no one to lap up my messy juices.” “I’m sorry, Daphne I didn’t . . . ” “Shut up!” Her voice was powerful, forcing me to cringe. “Your  pathetic whining will only serve to inflame my anger! Take off your  pants and spank your ass, hard. RIGHT NOW! I want to hear it!” I undid my pants quickly and grabbed a hairbrush I used to comb  the cats fur with. It was long and had a flat back to it. I held the  phone out so she could hear and slapped the brush across my exposed  ass. The slap was sharp and loud and I did it again. The stinging  grabbed me and little grunts came out with each blow. “Good boy, now be at my house tomorrow, eight a.m. sharp.” With  that she hung up the phone. I lay on the bed for a while and rubbed my  cock on the soft blanket. The stinging in my ass subsided and I must  have fallen asleep. When I woke up it was almost dawn. I showered and slipped into  sweats. As the sun rose I went on a short bike ride to loosen up. It  could be a big day and I wanted to by ready. The air was cool and  fresh, it bit a little on my exposed skin but felt stimulating. I was  daydreaming as I rode that morning, not paying attention to what I was  doing. Lost in my expectations of the day, the many variations playing  over and over in my mind. It was a quiet out and the road was mine! I  flew around my usual route and decided to make a quick lap around the  quarry. The trail was rough there with some sand and a couple of hills  to ride over. I rode through the first few hills without any problem  but when I started the last, long hill I didn’t have the wind to ride  the whole way. I stopped and pushed my bike to the top. Standing on  this tall, flat hill I had a good view of the river basin around me. The Sun was just off the horizon and cast long shadows  across the cold earth. The basin was awash with light, blue and cold,  touching the tops of the many hills that dotted the open expanse. From my hilltop perch I could see the bike path that wound it’s  way through the basin, leading close by to the hill then turning away.  A long black ribbon winding its way through the low hills that  disappeared in both directions. The few shrubs that grew on the hill  were enough to provide a good cover from the path. Standing there  exhausted and filled with the sexual tension of my fantasizing I felt a  tingling in the tip of my cock. I stared out over the quiet, empty  starkness and felt the warmth in my crotch grow, the quiet serenity  broken only but the stirring of birds. Firmly I rubbed the bulge in my  crotch and sat down. The passion stirring up inside of me sent my mind  into overdrive. The possibilities for what were going to happen at the  cabin were endless and nothing was forbidden. I slide one leg under  the other and supported my torso with one hand. The scrub around me  kept me mostly out of view of the trail except where it led away from  the hill off toward the dam. There it was clear viewing for a good 200  yards until the trail turned behind another hill. Lying there on my  side the ground was cold and hard, drawing the warmth from my body. It  wasn’t long before I caught my breath and felt a pang of excitement. I  untied the drawstring of my sweats and pulled the elastic down to  expose my hardness. The cold air made it tingle. I didn’t want to slide  the sweats down off my hips because it was still too cold so I hooked  the waistband under my balls. Not only did this keep it out of the way,  it pushed my cock up into a better position to stroke it.  I had never exposed myself this close to home before and the  excitement was greater then in the meadow. The chance of being caught  was even more likely as a lot of people rode or ran the path below. The  thrill warmed me but I didn’t want to waste any time here, just a quick  one and back home to get ready. I wrapped my hand around the base,  feeling the warmth of my palm on the shaft and stroked it firmly and  with a casual pace, squeezing tighter with each stroke. The tension  built in my loins and the excitement of being so exposed in a public  place sent shivers down my spine. I was stopped cold by the sound of  shuffling feet. I slowly turned and could see a little through the bushes. Up the  trail were two joggers, women, I assumed from their long ponytails that  flopped around behind them. The older one had long, bare legs that  flowed with her strides. Her shorts clung tightly to her thighs and  belly. Her form was lean and tall, with thick brown hair bouncing in  rhythm to her movements. I was gripped by the thought that they would  soon be a few feet away from me, but then their backs would be to me  and I’d have a full view of them. My hand stroked harder, trying to get  to the edge before the came into view. As they got closer, I couldn’t  see them clearly through the scrub that hid me from their approaching  eyes. I was pumping hard when they came back into view. Just as I  thought, they never saw me lying there. I rose to my knees and savored  the view of their bodies in motion. I felt my balls tighten and  increased my pace. The excitement and tension twisted inside me until I  jerked slightly and spewed forth a few globs of cum, splattering on the  rocky soil below me. I felt the release throughout my body as I watched  the two joggers disappear behind the hill. I was thrilled by that  exposure, but I had felt a strange fear mixing with the pleasure. I  didn’t take me long to get home. It was 6:45 a.m..  When I arrived home, the first thing I noticed was a message on  my machine. “Wake up, Little Boy. It’s time to come and play.” Her  voice was low and sensuous. I quickly showered and dressed, grabbing a  bite to eat as I left.

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