“I love being your little fuckhole,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the older couple finally drifted out of view.
“My. Little. Cum. Dumpster.” Each word came with a vicious thrust that stole her breath.
Tera’s pulse fluttered as her husband tugged her into the park. The sunlight broke through the oak leaves in shifting patterns, dappling the trail as if even the trees were watching. She had confessed, breathless one night, that the thought of public sex made her ache with a mix of terror and excitement. Today, Max was determined to test just how badly she wanted it.
The park was busier than she thought safe. Joggers and couples passed, the air alive with sneakers slapping dirt, dogs barking, children laughing in the distance. Her stomach tightened when a couple in running shorts came by. Max’s eyes trailed after the woman’s bouncing ass until Tera caught him, her smirk sharp.
“Like that view, huh?” she teased under her breath. He flushed, but she only giggled. “Go ahead, baby. You can look all you want. I know where you’re putting it later.”
He grinned and, without a word, pulled her off the main path. A few steps through the grass, and they were swallowed by bushes, hidden in a pocket of shadow and damp earth. The sudden seclusion made her pulse roar in her ears. Max pressed her back against a tree and kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth before she could even gasp. She melted until the crunch of footsteps nearby jolted her. Through a gap in the branches, a man strolled past on the trail. Her whole body tightened.
Max’s fingers were already unbuttoning her shirt. He shoved it open, baring her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples puckered instantly, the illicit exposure making her thighs tremble.
“You’re really gonna let me do this here?” he whispered, sucking one stiff nipple into his mouth.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered, biting her lip. “I’m such a slut for you. Anyone could see me.”
“Fuck, you are.” He shoved up her skirt. She was bare underneath, her shaved pussy glistening in the filtered sunlight. He rubbed her clit slowly, grinning as she gasped. “Walking around like a whore, no panties… You wanted this, didn’t you?”
“Wanted it so bad,” she breathed, fumbling with his belt. She freed his cock and stroked him fast, her voice rising. “God, you’re already hard. You love knowing I’m your dirty little slut.”
His fingers slid inside her, pumping until she moaned. “You want me to finger your pussy?” he teased.
She clung to him, shivering. The friction of his fingers on her G-spot sends jolts of electricity through her.
“No… fuck me. I want your cock inside me.”
“You want this dick?” He rubbed his length against her soaked folds, smearing her arousal. “Say it louder.”
“Yes! Give me your cock,” she begged, grinding on him shamelessly. “Fuck my needy little pussy before I scream for you to.”
“You’re a bad girl,” he growled, pushing her legs open wider.
“I’m your bad girl,” she shot back, giggling breathlessly. “Punish me. Fill me. Use me like the park slut I am.”
He shoved into her hard, burying himself to the hilt. He stretched her wide and hit her back wall. Her moan tore out too loud, echoing faintly through the trees. She clapped a hand over her mouth, laughing against his lips.
“Shhh,” he teased, thrusting again, deeper. “Careful, baby. That jogger might hear me fucking your tight little cunt.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, body shuddering. “Then let him. Let the whole damn park hear. I don’t care. I’m your cock-hungry whore.”
Her back pressed hard against the tree as Max braced himself, his hips rolling slowly and deliberately at first, his cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. Every thrust dragged a moan up her throat, the friction sending delicious shivers through her body. Her breath hitched when she spotted movement through the branches. An older couple strolling down the path, arm in arm, chatting leisurely.
They couldn’t see clearly through the leaves, but if either of them looked too long, they’d know. The risk sent lightning through her veins. She bit her lip, trying to smother the sound of her pleasure, but Max noticed them too. His eyes flicked between her face and the couple as he bent to suck her nipples, driving his cock relentlessly into her.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he whispered against her skin, his breath hot. “They could see you any second.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders. She leaned close, her whisper broken and desperate. “Fucking harder.”
That was all he needed. His hips snapped forward with new force, pounding her in the brutal rhythm she always begged for when she wanted to be taken like a porn star. She kissed him hard. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the little thicket. She moaned into his mouth, thrilled and terrified at the same time, the danger of discovery coiling her pleasure tighter. Usually, he made love to her with patience, savoring every inch. But when she begged, when she needed it, he gave her this, hard, relentless, filthy.
“I love being your little fuckhole,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the older couple finally drifted out of view.
“My. Little. Cum. Dumpster.” Each word came with a vicious thrust that stole her breath.
Her legs trembled, the tree bark rough against her back as her orgasm began to build, sharp and urgent. Then another couple came into view, a pair closer to their own age, laughing and teasing each other as they strolled down the path. Tera bit down on Max’s shoulder to muffle her moans, her body shuddering as her climax pushed closer. Max adjusted his angle just enough to dull the slapping sound of their bodies, but his pace never faltered. He always knew when she was on the edge, always pushed her that little bit further.
“I’m not stopping for a naughty little slut like you,” he grunted softly, lips at her ear. “I know you want them to see you cum. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Moan for me. Show them what my cock does to you.”
His words stripped her control. She whimpered into his shoulder, thighs quivering as the couple nearby stopped to kiss against a tree. She tried to hold back, tried to fight the orgasm, but the pressure wound so tight inside her it was agony. Max’s cock throbbed inside her, buried to the hilt. His lips closed around her breasts as both of them watched. The man was sliding his hand under his girlfriend’s shirt, teasing her nipples until she let them spill free. Tera was shaking violently, her body screaming for release.
The man sucked on the girl's nipples as Max teased hers with his tongue. The girl on the path laughed, blushing, before tugging her shirt back down. The couple drifted onward, unaware. Max groaned and slammed deep into her, holding himself there as he spilled hot cum inside her. The pulse of it set her off. Tera shattered, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her. The world blurred and collapsed into two truths. The cock that was buried in her pussy, and the violent, consuming ecstasy that tore her apart from the inside.
She clung to him, her scream caught in her throat, muffled against his shoulder. Max held her tight, whispering filth into her ear. His little whore, his cum-drunk slut, his perfect toy. Her body convulsed in wave after wave of blinding pleasure. Nothing else mattered. Not the risk, not the park, not the people walking by. Only his cock and the raw, unbearable bliss he’d given her.
Max held her pinned to the tree a moment longer, both of them breathing hard. Her body trembled from aftershocks, and she bit her lip, proud of herself for keeping most of her moans quiet. The rush still buzzed in her chest. A man pedaled by on a bike, tires crunching softly on gravel, oblivious to the mess hidden behind the bushes.
Max finally eased out of her, and she shuddered at the slow slide of his cock leaving her, his cum still warm inside. She hurried to zip his pants while he straightened his shirt, then buttoned her own. Only to feel his hand still hers at the second button above her breasts. He gave her that sly grin she knew too well. She blushed, but understood. He wanted her on display, flushed from orgasm and filled with him. With only two buttons in use, the shirt sat open enough for the breeze to tug at it. Occasionally lifting just enough to flash the undercurve of her breasts. Her cleavage spilled provocatively, each step threatening to show more.
They staggered back onto the trail, laughing under their breath. The younger couple from before walked past, cheeks red, whispering and giggling. Tera smirked; their expressions made it unmistakable that they were rushing off to their own bed. Max slipped an arm around her waist. She kissed him softly, resting her head against his shoulder.
“Thank you for this,” she whispered, her voice sweet but still shaky with afterglow.
He kissed the top of her hair. “Do you want to get caught next time?” His tone was teasing, sly.
Her eyes went wide, but she giggled. “No jail, please. But… being watched sounds fun.”
“Thought you might like that idea.” He squeezed her hip. “I did a little planning.”
She pulled back a step, fingers sliding down his hand until only their fingertips brushed. “Planning?” she repeated, suspicious but curious.
“I got us an audience, if that’s what you really want.” His smirk widened.
Her eyebrows shot up. “Who?”
“Andrew, Mark, Lena and Terry, Zach and Becky, Amanda, and Sandra and Leslie,” he rattled off casually.
She blinked at him. “All our friends?”
He chuckled. “Seems the guys and the lesbians think you’re hot and want to see you naked.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And Becky and Lena?”
“They want to see how big my cock is,” he teased, watching her face spark with jealousy. Then he laughed. “Kidding. They want to support your kink and maybe try it themselves.”
Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “So when’s the orgy?” she blurted a little too loudly. An older woman walking past shot her a sharp glare, muttering under her breath. Max, however, was far too busy eyeing the way her shirt gaped, her breasts nearly spilling free.
“Saturday,” he answered smoothly, as if they were planning a casual dinner. Tera’s grin widened. She sped up, deliberately letting her breasts bounce, each step threatening to burst a button.
“Why the hurry?” he laughed.
“Still horny. Beach sex. Hurry,” she said, her voice firm like she was ordering takeout.
His grin split wide as he unlocked the car. They slid inside, slamming the doors. He cranked the ignition and shot her a look that promised more trouble.
“Beach it is,” he said, steering toward the nearest lake.