She walked into the park. She stopped and slowly searched the area before walking with graceful strides toward the stone wall. He had left a note stating simply to meet here and to wear a skirt. She shivered slightly as the weather had been cooling off lately and it drew goose bumps over her bare arms and legs. She smirked slightly to herself as she thought this is why he has me out here shivering my butt off, so he can see goose bumps and nipples poking through my shirt. Of course not all that nipple poking was from the chilly night air. Part of it was the excitement and anticipation of waiting here wondering what on earth he has planned. She glanced once at the stone bench and decided to stand, waiting here for him by the corner of the wall.

He felt like a prowler, a stalker standing in the darkest area of the park he could find. Keeping quiet as he waited and mumbled to himself if this had been the best of ideas, but well it was quiet and mostly private on the backside of the wall. Mostly, he grinned. He watched her arrive, stop and glance about before walking purposefully towards the stone wall. Not quite dark yet, the lighted lamps reflecting off of her as she moved. Wondering if she can feel his eyes growing hungry as he watches her. Then again the note was simple leaving plenty to wonder about and she had an active imagination. Sure she is much too busy wondering why here, why this time of night. He snuck out from his hiding spot, walking as quietly as he could until he was sliding between the wall and her. Reaching out, his arms encircling her, one hand clamping over her mouth and dragging her back into the darkness. Muffled cry echoing into the park...only the crickets seemed to notice.

His firm grip tuggin' her backward, his head leaning toward her hear letting out a low growl...”It's...." Not soon enough as her elbow slams into his ribs...”.......me" he groans. Sucking in a breath as his arms hold her tightly, feeling her breath rushing over his hand still held over her mouth. His fingers wrapped around a soft heavy breast, fingers squeezing roughly...feeling her heart racing beneath his fingers...that was what he intended. Her blood up, racing throughout her...warming the chilled night air...and the excitement flooding her too knowing it is him now. Painful ribs were well worth it, he grins. His hand dropping down gripping her body firmly, he spins her around...pushing her into the stone wall, the chill sure to run through her body and push her back into him. Her eyes wild...in fear, passion, excitement, anger...at least a few that he sees before he lunges forward, his mouth claiming hers in a hot kiss...his tongue forcing its way past her lips...tasting his sluts mouth..and drinking up the moan that slips out of her throat.

Their kiss flaming quickly, one trying to devour and the other wanting to be devoured...his hand sliding down her body as he felt her pressing back into him. The stone wall is not smooth, uneven stone edges pressed into her on one side, and his body on the other...feeling the chill air swirl along her leg..feeling his fingers tugging her skirt up higher into the cold night air. He feels her shiver but from the air or the kiss...his fingers finding her panties, gliding a couple fingers along the edge of them from her hip down between her thighs, fingers pushing beneath, drawing over her as his fingertips find the other side...fingers curled through her panties as he pulls towards his body, digging them into her flesh...the kiss breaking, lips bruised and swollen just like a really fucking good kiss should make them.

She is barely able to see his eyes in the shadows back here but can see them aglow as he starts to pull her panties down her body, snaking down her thighs until he has to start to bend his knees..her panties coming out stretched past her skirt before his hand yanks them below her knees, letting go of them as they fall to her ankles. He stands back up to his full height as her eyes follow him up, watching him as she is wiggles an ankle out of her panties, glow in his eyes fading out in the darkness, she sucks in a breath as his hand grasps her throat holding her tightly to the wall, his voice loud in her ears even though he only whispers in a low growl, "Do not open that sweet fucking mouth except to breath. Do understand Me."

His fingers wrapped around her neck, palm pressed to her throat as he waits a moment, letting it sink into her head...waiting...able to catch the quiver in her lips, listening as she sucks in a breath, he grins pulling an object up with his other hand, his eyes see her gaze move towards it..into the little bit of light back here, and the click as a small blade pops out...his fingers tightening against her throat..sliding the edge along the collar of her shirt, the metal sliding against her skin as it slips beneath it, tilting his hand to catch the tip against the cloth of her shirt..pushing it across her body, towards his shoulder, her shirt lifting away from her..the blade tip sinking into the material and he pushes it through.. giving a small tear in it..his hand slowly drawing the blade away, the glint of it catching the spot of light..before the click is heard again..a soft thump as it is dropped.

His body hovering over her smaller frame, his hand still wrapped about her neck as he leans in closer, half of his face completely in the dark, the other catching the stain of light back here, just enough so she can see the half smirk over his lips and his mocking voice cracks the air again, "Do remember to breath, slut" Letting the last word hang in the air until it is joined by a new sound. His other hand reaching up and grasping her collar, tugging it away from her body as the one on her throat holds her back...his hand yanking down fiercely, tearing her shirt apart, her heavy breasts shaking into the chill of the night. His hand letting go of the tattered rag that use to be her shirt. Letting it just hang from her body as he grasps a breast firmly, squeezing the soft heavy flesh, lifting it upward so they both can see how excited her nipple is. How it strains out waiting to be twisted or tugged or...his hand letting go, her breast bouncing against her chest..the night air chilling her flesh until his hand cracks against her breast. The quick flick of his wrist as his hand marks her flesh, slap, smack..and her breathing gasps the only sounds floating out of the dark. The heat of them flashing into her body, drawing the blood to her tits, making the skin flush with color...the jiggle of her chest between each slap..his voice echoing into the sounds.. "Do you think the sound will draw an audience? I bet you would like that. To have a crowd gather so you can show them what a good dirty whore you really are." Listening to her suck in another deep breath before the sounds of his hand connecting with her body are the only sounds heard.

His hand stops slapping, fingers caressing around the stinging flesh, heated..but a different heat then the one inside, the one that is dripping down her legs..palm encircling, squeezing the soft tender flesh, feeling that nipple still erect with her excitement poking into the palm of his hand. His fingers loosen from her neck, caressing down her body, reaching out to trail down her arm, tracing lightly down until he reaches her elbow, fingers wrapping about her and pulling her towards him, away from the frigid rough wall, into his body...well, for the moment, before spinning her around, his fingers bending her arm behind her back and pushing the front of her body back into the wall. The cold wall pressing into her slapped heated flesh..nipple and breasts scrapped against the roughness of it, pressed tightly there, his hand holding her arm behind her back, his other snaking up grabbing a hold of her hair and tugging her head back. His face half hidden in the shadows as he growls out low to her.."Do not move. you won't be moving from this wall until I am done with you."

His fingers let go of her hair, watching as she slowly slumps her head back into the wall, listening to a sharp intake of breath, feeling her body shiver against the cold wall. He leans down grasping his bag and pulling out the leather cuffs. His hand holding her arm as he slips the leather around her wrist, wrapping it around and latching it shut, his fingers slide along her arm, feeling the soft warm flesh even in the cold night air. The other wrist restraint dangling, already locked in place.."Give Me your other arm." She hesitates, pressing her palm against the wall, seeking the comfort of the coldness of it..He waits a moment longer, letting her change her mind...

But she doesn't, her fingers curl against the wall as if she thinks that she can hold on tightly to it and he won't have it. His body so warm behind her suddenly is pressed in tighter, her breasts being crushed into the stone wall, the rough edges digging into her body..her voice crying out for a split second, crashing out into the silent night air. His hand already on her arm, dragging it down from the wall when she cried out, the heat of his hand over her forearm burning into her as she realizes she cried out..her body goes a bit limp thinking about if it will draw an audience..as he bends her arm behind her, leaning back and wrapping the leather around the wrist, latching both of them together...his lips curl into a grin as she awakens to the thought, her arms tug to pull apart yet they remain locked together...the purr that slips out of her throat now is...ironic and yet altogether delightful.

His voice right in her ear, "I believe that cry woke the neighbors. I bet you want to draw them out here, don't you, slut? Would you like to show them what they don't know? How much of a dirty whore you really are. How you need them to see how I use you? Is that it..you need them to see don't you..not just show up at the end as you lick your sweet cunt off My cock?" ..........

He steps back gazing over what is His. Watching her silently, letting his words sink in, letting them rattle around in her head, her own imagination just as much of a torture as the words themselves if they become true. The rustle of his bag drawing her attention even as the words linger. He watches her body shiver, press into the wall..he grins softly to himself wondering if she is heating the wall or the wall is cooling her...chuckles lightly as he flips her skirt up..his hands sliding over the smooth soft flesh, fingers digging into her with a firm squeeze...listening to her soft sighs...his voice breaking into it again.."Wwe shall see how many more times I make you cry out tonight...sure someone will come to see." His hands withdrawing from her, but they are soon back...a heated palm slaps against her, and then a wet finger...pressing, teasing around the entrance to her ass...

The scent of her excitement mixing with the cold night air. As he kneels there behind her, stroking the lubed finger along her tight ass..his words echo up to her..."I brought your beads." His finger pressing as her body shudders at his words...the tip sliding into her ass...the scent of her stronger now...quite eager it seems to have those beads...his finger sliding within a little more before stroking slowly back and forth..letting her enjoy the slow teasing...his finger slipping out of her...replaced with the lubed bead...and the bottle...the tip of the nozzle slipping into her, his fingers squeezing, the cold lube squirting into her....replacing it quickly with the first bead...easing it inside of her..feeling her body shudder as the cold lube inside..much different then the cold night air...listening to her breathing..not seeing it but can imagine her biting her lower lip as he slowly starts easing in one bead after the other..trying to not make a sound...looking up to see her back arched, pressing, scraping herself into the wall with each gentle push of a bead...the quivering of her body as she fights not to let a sound escape this time...as the final bead is slowly pushed inside her..

He wipes his hands on a towel before standing, he presses his frame against her without adding to much weight this time. His hand sliding up, curling into her hair and easing her cheek from the coarse wall. Gazing into her eyes..seeing the bit of saliva from her bite lip...his fingers wrapped into the soft strands of her hair, feeling her bound hands along his chest...the click of his belt coming undone, the zipper sliding down into the silence...his head turns from looking at her..easing closer until they are cheek to cheek..staring out into the darkness...his voice low once more..quiet.."Do you think someone is out there watching right now, waiting to see you put on a show...they will never forget watching you..I am sure they will be pleasuring themselves for years thinking about seeing this naughty dirty whore being fucked right here..."...he grins softly as he listens to her soft moan..his hand loosens in her hair, slipping through the strands and pressing into the back of her neck, holding her to the wall..holding her gaze into the spot in the darkness.

He drops his other hand down, easing her thighs apart a little bit more..the long fingers caressing up along her flesh..so warm now even in the night air..the trickle of her excitement on her thighs coating those long fingers of his. His fingers finding the source...his body leaning back from hers, fingers pressing into the flesh around her neck, as the others slide over the lips of her cunt...feeling her coating his fingers..grins as he pulls them away..loudly sucking on one just so she can hear him tasting her. Feeling her try to turn her head to watch it..his grip holding her there..she feels him then, the thick head of him pressing against her...feeling him as he pushes just that inside of her...he groans loudly, not caring if he draws a crowd..wouldn't mind in the least to see what a remarkable minx he has here...feeling the heat coming from within her, he no longer waits...his hips meeting her ass and the string dangling out of her tight ass.

Listening to her gasp as he fills her full of him, his hips grinding into her as she whimpers as quietly as she can...knowing that he is fully inside of her, she squeezes to fight off her urge to make a noise. He just softly chuckles behind her, his hand holding her tightly as he starts fucking her...the long deep strokes nearly making her empty before he is back deep inside, claiming every bit of her, stretching her open the way she is needing it. His thrusts growing harder, making her breasts shake against the wall...her turgid nipples being scratched against it..his hand touching her leather restraints..feeling the delicious slap of his body meeting her ass, the feel of her as he splits her open, feeling her dribbling down his shaft and her thighs.

His need as apparent as hers as he pounds into her, his fingers clutching her...feeling her body pressing into the wall even more even as she thrusts back to meet him. Eager to accept him deeper within, to put on the show for an imagined audience..and to please him. Listening to him as he groans behind her, the voice slipping again, the low growl rushing out with the words.."Are you ready, slut.." Her mind races for a moment, said not to open her mouth, but it is a question...her lips opening to speak, to say Yes for whatever it is...as she feels his hand touch her ass..the slowing of his thrust..and the pull of the string..the first bead being pulled from within.. her yes turning into a groaning cry, flooding the park...

Her body shudders hard, feeling the string pulled tight still but not enough to slip the next bead free. He listens to her suck in a breath as he thrusts back into her, shoving the breath back out of her lungs as he buries himself, his hips grinding letting her feel how deep he touches her, how he fills and touches within. Feeling him leaning over her body, his voice cracking in her ear.."you may cum at any time now..." His hand lifting away from the back of her neck, gathering in her hair into his fisted palm..the sound of their thrusting echoing into the park, holding her tightly as he takes what is his.

He watches her as he takes her..claiming her.. the way her muscles are starting to ache from being held in tightly, from the pull of that first bead..the lean of her body as it tries to clutch the wall even as he sends her flying into it with his thrusts, and hers pushing back away from the wall..he grins deciding to take it as an affront, only to send her battering back into the coarse wall harder...knowing she can take it, knowing she wants to. His fingers tugging another bead from inside her..he grins listening to her struggling to be silent..the next bead is enough though...he feels her cunt quivering around his throbbing cock, he growls loudly sending her spiraling over the edge...her body shaking as he doesn't stop thrusting into her, slamming her body into the wall..her juices leaking down her body and his...he waits to feel her slow just a little, and then pulls the next bead.....her body convulsing again...

His groans and growls from behind her echoing her own as she tries to cling to not crying out, but he won't let her...he won't let her stop cumming as every time she starts to slow he tugs the next bead from her tender tight ass..heated from his hips banging into it, shoving her body as it turns into a quivering puddle along this stone wall..intending to leave a puddle of her right here, to mark this part of the wall as theirs.....his hand tugging her hair, turning her head back to look at him..the glazed look coming from her eyes as her mouth hangs open, moaning for all to hear just like the dirty whore she is for Him...he tugs the final bead out of her...watching her as it meddles into the last...shaking her as much to her core as he can possibly do...

He holds her as the final waves pass through her body, his hand easing her slowly back to the wall...the stone wall a nice cool comfort now from her overheated body...she shivers, he smiles watching the goose bumps race over her, mixed with the flushing of her skin...he leans back, taking a small step to slide the beads back into the towel, wrapping them up and stuffing them in the bag. His body stepping back close, leaning against her, kissing the back of her shoulder before his fingers slowly work the latched leather cuffs, letting her out of them...his arm wrapping around her, helping to support her as she flexes her arms...standing on her shaking legs...before he slides her down to her knees...holding the cuffs as he stands back up.."Before We go, lick Me clean. I'll treat you when we get home." Her eyes shine up..her aching shoulders start to move her hands but she whimpers a little..he smiles down at her as he grasps the base of him and holds it by her mouth, watching her lick slowly along the length...that soft tongue tickling the throbbing veins, cleaning her sweet cunt off of him...

He sighs softly, enjoying the soft smooth strokes of her tongue...watching her give a teasing swipe..he chuckles lightly..watching her slip down towards the base of him..lapping at his fingers until he slips them into her mouth, feeling her suckle them clean as well. He smiles down at her, stepping back and towards the bag..the shadow nearly engulfing him from her sight...hearing him packing the cuffs away and then stepping close again...kneeling down over her, he slips his long coat over her body, her tattered shirt still hanging there..he kisses her lips tenderly, greedily eating up her soft moan. He slips his arms beneath hers and helps her to her feet, his fingers working the top two large buttons closed on his long coat, hiding the exposed flesh, he grips the bag with one hand and slips his arm around her waist with the other. Squeezing her tightly into him, feeling her slowly walk with him, gathering up her energy...she seems to stumble for a moment..he stops gazing at her..seeing her looking down, he watches as she bends down, her soiled panties still around that one ankle as she slips it free, stuffing it in the pocket of his coat before looking up at him. He squeezes her close once more as they walk slowly toward home..listening to the crickets and the sounds of the night.