Onlyfriends?

She choked back tears, and gagged. He held her hair out of the way for her and the whole sequence repeated itself, as she nodded as best she could to say thanks.

She glanced over at the camera and made sure she was in shot, then pushed forwards and snaked her tongue out around the thick cock and forced it back into her gullet. She gagged again and felt a swelling in her throat as the head of his cock had a spunk premonition. It was right too, as suddenly his grunts turned to a solid growling, growing moan and he ejaculated down her throat, his hand gripping her neck in just the perfect way to send her arousal off the charts. This cock was getting five minutes to recover then she was going to be back wanting more.

A week earlier.

Rose was in shape. All her clients knew it, and she had long stopped bothering about reacting to the leering looks some of her older clients gave her. She turned up, took their dogs out, giving them as much exercise she could in an hour and then dropped them home. Her job meant she spent a lot of time in white vests, "Lara Croft" shorts and walking boots. She found bras cumbersome and uncomfortable and rarely wore them, her tops thus left with the job of containing her not inconsiderable bust and usually failing.

She was sat in her van, with five minutes before her next call checking her messages. Her Onlyfans messages.

When Covid 19 had broken out, all her clients had had to stay home, and the need for dog walking and sitting had died out almost immediately. 6 months into the pandemic, she ran out of cash, and after a drunken chat with a female friend, she decided to start an Onlyfans account. She wasn't shy about it, and linked it off her other social media pages for a few days before dropping it after word had spread.

She had always intended it to just be her and nature, stripping off while she walked her own dog, or finding a tree stump to prop the camera on before posing in a few racy positions and various states of undress. So far she'd resisted the urge to find a willing cock and "go hardcore" but recently something had impacted her thinking here.

His first message had been innocuous, a simple "Hi you're stunning" run of the mill thing. She'd replied saying thank you - she had 80 followers at that point and needed those that hung around to spend heavily - she asked what he was into.

He admitted he was acquainted with her in real life and had had something of a crush for a long while. She was single, and lived in a rural setting so she began to work through the mental check list of who it could be. She even asked him about a couple of names, one more in hope than expectation. He confirmed he wasn't who she thought and over a period of a few months dropped hints, all the while sending her money and never asking for anything in return. When he eventually admitted it was money he would have paid her to walk his dogs, the list narrowed.

Despite herself, she started to enjoy their interactions. He was flirtatious, border line cheesy at times but always respectful, unless she invited him to be explicit - she sent him an open legged shot directly at one point, and asked whether he'd eat or fuck - he replied that he'd fuck then eat, which worked for her!

She continued to try to work out who it was, without being too attentive, and from time to time his interest seemed to wane for a while, then he'd be back. She asked him about this and he said that as Covid has waned, his job and family life was complicated and that sometimes he had no time to himself. The gifts continued and he subscribed to her amazon wish list and bought her a load of practical stuff she wanted and then out of the blue, a butt plug which despite his gentlemanly protests she sent him a picture of "in situ" the day it arrived.

The previous day, some 12 months into their weekly exchanges, he let slip that he had a problem dog. That narrowed it down massively, and made him either an 80 year old man called Terry, or Paul, the guy who lived in the old police station cottage in her village with his partner and 2 dogs, as far as she could tell. His dogs, who had to be walked separate from others due to one being aggressive.

She found herself scrolling back through their messages, hers generically flirtatious in a way that OF required, and his very specifically about his likes and intentions for her when prompted.

She found she liked the idea of Paul doing what he described to her. In person he was a gentleman, careful to ensure she didn't see his enjoyment of her lack of bra (she always noticed but found his attempt at decency cute), and always helpful in any way he could be. He was also not ancient, being early 40s and in decent shape - she had heard he had had a misspent youth but now he was settled in the country with his partner.

This side to him had come out whenever she invited it. She once shared a picture of her and her friend topless, in her bedroom. She was openly bisexual and Marie and her fooled around a fair bit, often after nights in the pub where neither pulled. His response startled her:

"I'd get her to suck my cum out of your arse then kiss you...."

Clearly not the clean cut business executive that he portrayed on the surface then....

She asked him outright if he was Paul, and his profile went silent for 24 hours. When he eventually surfaced, it was a single sentence:

" Do you want it to be Paul?"

She deliberated her answer for a few minutes. She found that actually she did, as he was engaging and funny, and clearly sexually much more interesting than he first appeared. His partner had always struck Rose as a snooty bitch and largely he dealt with the dog related stuff with Rose. She couldn't say any of that though, and anyway it was all talk, they couldn't do anything about it, could they?

She settled on "Paul, if it's you, you have the edge over my other problem dog owner, he's 80!"

This was met almost immediately with a response:

"Not quite the answer I was looking for"...

"What did you want me to say then? That I hope it is Paul so I can drive round to his house and jump his bones?"

"That was exactly what I was hoping, yes."

She froze when she read that, yanking the dog she had been walking backward quite unexpectedly.

She decided that she needed to do some verification at this point. She asked the name of his dogs, which he answered in moments. Next she asked him where he lived and he answered that instantly. Finally she send a WhatsApp to his number, saying simply "Really?" to which a moment or two later he replied "Yes, really".

The excitement caused her to catch her breath, as she realised that not only was this a year long chat with sexual overtones, it now appeared to have been the prelude to starting something physical. Was she ready for that?

"You certainly play the long game" she wrote.

"Not exactly, more a case of nothing to lose is how I like to think of it. So are you replaying the messages we have shared and applying them to a new face? My face? Is it exciting or is it a disappointment?"

It was like he was reading her mind. She felt like asking him what she was going to do next but before she could do so another message popped up.

" So are you coming over?"

This was what she read as that five minutes between jobs allowed her a moment's catch up. A feeling of sexual tension sprung up inside her. Part of her definitely wanted to play this out, see where it was going. Another part thought "You've never looked at him in this way before, why now?"

She realised he had seduced her mind. Without ever adding a physical dimension to their conversations, he had built in her brain a sexual odyssey that she and this mystery man could go on. A promised pleasure. Now he was asking for her to cross the boundary from pure fantasy into reality, and she really was starting to want to. She couldn't avoid him after all, she was walking his dogs the next day.

She took the rest of the day and most of the evening to summon the courage to reply.

"I don't think so"

"Why not?" came the response. They were both logged in and replying like it was an IM client now.

"I've never thought about you like this, plus you're far from single...."

"That didn't stop you in the past" he said, and she inwardly grimaced at having shared her taste for married, or spoken for men with him.

She was sat with a glass of wine, her second of the evening, when she decided to ask him to balance things.

"You've seen me naked, maybe you should show me something...."

She expected him to either say no, or a dick pic, taken hidden in the toilet, to appear. Instead and hour or so went by when she received a photo, which was a dark shadow cast on a light background. Clearly outlined was an erect cock. She had no frame of reference and said as much, and he replied that she teased at first so why couldn't he?

He asked her to come round again the next day, and she pointed out that she was visiting to collect the dogs anyway, so she was coming round, if not for what he hoped.

When she arrived she sat on the driveway for a long moment, took a deep breath and got out of her van. She walked up the path, avoiding glancing at the windows at the front of the cottage, one of which was his office.

He met her in the kitchen and for all of her nerves she was surprised to find him quiet, composed and slightly amused at this new stage of their acquaintance. He made no attempt to approach her, discussed the dogs behaviour and the weather, what time she'd be back. As she left she glanced at him, and raised her eyebrows, indicating her surprise that their messages were not going to be discussed. He smiled, blew her a kiss, and pointed to the camera sat on the dresser. She realised he didn't want any incriminating conversation on that, and waved her understanding.

While all this was going on she was taking him in, in a way she'd not done before. His hair was short, fair and messy by design, his t shirt showing off toned arms and possibly a few extra pounds around the waist. His jeans, she noted as he turned to pick up a rogue dog toy, showed off a decent arse for a bloke, and a hint of a bulge at the front. Her mind was absolutely starting to wander now so she made her excuses and left.

An hour later she returned with the now worn out dogs, and found the house empty, Paul's Mercedes now missing from the driveway. She retrieved the key from the key safe, wound her way up the side path and round to the kitchen patio window, where she let the dogs in. Happy that the dogs were settled and had water, she turned to leave and saw that on the frame of the door was a post-it with two word on it.

"Log Bench".

All the locals knew what that meant. Around half a mile up a country track near the house was a bench, made of two halves of a log, one mounted vertically and the other below horizontally. It had a fantastic view down the valley but was hard to reach, with very few people venturing up there.

She prised the note from the door with two fingers and locked up, stopping to glance back at the dogs as she left, making sure they were settled. Once back in her van she looked at herself for a long moment in the rear view mirror. Her resolve had waned, she was sorely tempted to go up there, no question.

She shook her head, blocked out the direction her oversexed mind was trying to take her in, and resolved to go up there, where they could speak openly, so she could tell him it wasn't going to happen.

20 minutes later, her legs burning from the incline, she rounded the corner where the bench came into view. At first she thought it was empty and for a moment her anger flashed that he'd played a trick on her, but then she spotted him, not sat on the bench, but lying on the grass alongside it. He was flat on his back staring up at the clouds racing past, and when he saw her he propped himself up on an elbow and beckoned her over.

"You know how to pick a spot don't you" she winced as she sat down on the bench a few feet from him.

"I wanted to see how interested you were Rose - this is a fair walk and not somewhere you'd trek to unless you wanted the same thing as me"

"Oh really, and what's that then?" she asked, trying to look aloof but aware that her nipples were now giving her away. Something about the way he'd said her name had set her pulse racing, her walk up the hill notwithstanding, and now her body was betraying her visibly too.

"To explore our mutual interest in each other" he replied.

He'd stopped short of saying attraction, possibly because this was still a bluff and he didn't know if she was indeed interested, but that was what he meant. There was a longing building in her, which she neither understood nor could explain, and his confidence, lying there on the grass before her, was intoxicating. She leaned forward from her seat on the bench and, knowing she would be giving him an eye full of cleavage, said

"Mutual huh? You're the pervert who subscribed to my Onlyfans... why would I be interested in you?"

"Cos you know it's the only account I follow, and unless I'm mistaken you've known for some time that I was attracted to you, even if you didn't know I was the guy on OF... Onlyfans served two purposes to me, to enjoy seeing more of you, indeed all of you, and to see if I could get your interest without risking my home life in the process."

"So you're not a pervert, you're a cheat?"she snapped? She knew his OF comment to be true, and she believed him when he said it was only to see her - and that got her even hornier.

"Not as yet no, unless you are the thought police?"

He smiled at her and sat up, then moved onto the bench next to her. He sat there sliently for what seemed an age, then offered her his hand.

"If you want me to leave you alone, push this hand away. If you want the same as me, take my hand".

She felt herself trembling gently as she took a silent moment of her own to attempt to fight off her urges one final time. It was no good though, her body now had control of her mind and it wanted to know what he felt like, his weight against her, and how he tasted.

Slowly she reached out and took his hand.

He leaned over close to her, close enough that even in the breeze she could smell his aftershave, and kissed her neck, whispering "I guess I did play the long game...."

He turned her mouth to his and kissed her tenderly, the pressure of the kiss building as after a moment of shock, she leaned in. Quickly the feeling of "I'm kissing Paul!" passed and she started to live in that moment, feeling the heat build, and feeling it reflected back at her.

His hands, which had been absent up to now, found her waist and drew her in - she would later recall that this was the last moment of uncertainty he appeared to have - from that point on he was focused entirely on her and completely in control.

Their bodies pressed together through their clothes as the kiss intensified further. Letting her hands roam, she ran one through his hair as the other pulled him into her - the feeling of his chest pressing against hers felt great and she wanted to shed some layers, to feel his skin against hers.

He broke the kiss briefly to focus on lifting her top, her braless breasts bursting into view, nipples hard and the skin briefly goose-bumped at the change of temperature from being exposed. He stooped to take the right nipple in his mouth and she moaned as his tongue went to work teasing and flicking. She was loving this now, openly and wantonly turned on, yet slightly aware they were outdoors in the open.

"Should we go... so.... somewhere a bit more p-private" she murmured in his ear as he brought his hands up to cup the firm orbs he had now fully exposed. He said something she couldn't make out, lost as he was in exploring her chest for the first time, and she was about to repeat the question when she decided that she didn't care about being caught now, she was just too turned on to care.

She started to trace her hands along his waist line, hooking his t-shirt up and over his head, stealing a march on him in the nudity stakes as her top was still hanging limply around her neck. She tracked her finger nails lightly down his back and watched that action briefly tear his attention away from her tits, only for him to then resume slathering then with spit as his tongue wound frenzied tracks across her ample chest. As the tension built she began to feel like she needed to be naked, but before that she needed him naked in front of her. She reached down and began to undo his belt, but it proved challenging front on. She stood up, dragged him up too and stood behind him, pressing her naked boobs into his back and reaching around to loosen the belt, all the while placing small kisses on his neck.

As she released the belt and button on his jeans, she snaked a hand into his shorts and he gasped as she took hold of his throbbing cock and massaged it roughly in one hand. She freed him from his shorts completely and, still kissing his neck, began to slowly wank him from behind using long strokes. He clearly enjoyed this as she felt his cock swell in her hand, pointing skyward at those same clouds he had been admiring a few minutes earlier.

As quickly as this reach around had begun, he turned the tables, turning to press his erection against her stomach as he kissed her hard and manouvered her so he could sit on the bench, head level with her stomach and resume his assault on her tits. As he was making her moan and mewl at this attention, he had her shorts loose before she realised it and dragged them down her thighs. She never wore underwear and she felt the air cool on her pussy lips as her wetness was exposed for the first time.

He took hold of her, one hand on each arse cheek, and buried his tongue in her snatch, pausing from time to time to tease her clit with his lips and teeth. She leapt involuntarily at this, as sparks of pleasure rattled across her body, and she basked in the pleasure this caused.

She realised with delight that he was very good with his tongue - the only partners who had felt this good previously having been women - and she felt an orgasm starting to build steadily. He thrust a finger into her mouth, getting her to soak it in spit, and then gently slid it past her outer lips and into her sopping wet cunt. This accelerated her arousal and after a minute or two of gradually losing all control and moaning loudly, she came all over his face. He lapped up her juices greedily, only easing back the pace of his onslaught when she grabbed his hair, pulled him up and kissed him aggressively. In a short space of time they had become very familiar with each other, and the next few minutes played out as if planned.

She first pushed him down on the bench, kneeling next to him and grasping his cock at the base, looked him in the eye and dragged her tongue along it's length. He rolled his eyes back in his head and growled quietly at this, as she wasted no time driving his cock to the back of her throat and beyond, before sliding his wet shaft back out her mouth, and repeating the process. She could feel his stomach muscles clenching at the sensations coursing through him, and his hand found her breast and began to kneed and tease it.

She repositioned briefly, so that she was laid down on the bench, and took his cock between her tits, sliding it wetly between them and flicking her tongue over the bulging helmet as it thrust from her cleavage. This made him gasp, and crane his neck to watch this spectacle of his cock being tit fucked and sucked simultaneously. It seems like he might cum round about then, but he caught himself and standing up he scooped her up effortlessly, kissing her as he did then lying her down on the grass next to the bench.

He moved so his face was once more between her legs and teased her clit for a few moments, gauging her reaction and enjoying the flinching jerks this generated. He knelt up, and they shared a glance. This has been fun up to now, but the lust in his eyes told her he wanted to fuck her, to bury his cock up to the hilt in her, and before he did that he wanted to be certain she wanted that too.

She glanced around, momentarily remembering where they were, but then returning his gaze with one of her own, and pulled him down towards her.

He wasted no time in moving so his cock was at the entrance to her pussy, raised up on his elbows so he could look at her while he pressed forwards. She raised up in anticipation, and their skin met, there was a brief resistance and then he kissed her hard as he pushed inside her. She gasped into his mouth, as he stopped and withdrew, and for a second she thought he had changed his mind, only for him to thrust forward again, going deeper and once again kissing her as he did. This continued until finally his pelvis met and ground into her pudendum, his cock swelling as he began long deep strokes, not rushing, but with a steady rhythm which she began to match, pushing up to meet him and trying to get more of him inside her with each thrust.

An urge to ride him took over at that point and she pushed him down on the grass and mounted his glistening cock, sighing as it filled her again, this time providing him with a full view of her glorious tits, which swung in his face as she ground into him. He grappled with her chest, bringing first one then the other breast to his mouth, and just as they seemed to be headed for an explosive orgasm together, Rose spotted someone walking towards them.

Hurriedly bouncing off Paul's spring loaded dick, she grabbed her top and shorts and squatted behind the bench as she frantically dressed, he doing likewise, and smirking at her when his hard on sprung out the front of his open fly. He grimaced a little as he bent his dick into submission, and then zipped up. They were now dressed, but fully flushed in the face and clearly up to something, so he winked at her, and set off down the hill out of sight off the interloper. She took a deep breath and then walked down the path towards the newcomer, pausing to smile and say hello.

As her heart rate began to settle as she ambled down the hill, she realised he hadn't cum - and resolved then and there to finish him just as soon as she could.

She retrieved her phone from her pocket and sent him a pin, which if followed, lead him to the cabin she had at her dog field. She realised she had no signal where she was and increased her pace, seeking to get the message to him as quickly as she could.

As she approached her van, a thumbs up message landed in her inbox, and she took a deep breath before setting off home, such was her desire to race there as fast as she dared.

When she reached her cabin she saw that someone had closed the curtains, and turned on a light. l. she was confused as to how anyone could get in until she realised that keeping a key under the mat was the oldest trick in the book, and he had clearly let himself in.

As she eased in and closed the door quietly, she became aware of noise from her bedroom. Paul was there, she glimpsed him moving as she approached the door.

She decided it was time to go all in and she quickly stripped off, and, hips swaying, strode into the bedroom. He was there, also naked, lying on the bed, cock in hand and at attention, his eyes full of lust. She quickly took in the scene, feeling her arousal growing again as she remembered their unfinished fuck on the hill.

As her attention spread from his erection and his naked form, she realised she was being filmed by not one, but two smart phones. She paused a moment and began to speak, only for him to say "I know what you're going to ask, and it's fine, I figured you might want some footage for Onlyfans...."

After a moment's deliberation she dropped quickly to her knees and crawled on all fours across the floor to him - now in character as the OF model she played for all her subscribers. He'd positioned the cameras in such a way as to not show his face, but his cock was in sharp focus and she took his full length straight down her throat in one movement as he gasped with pleasure.

She decided that deepthroating him was to be their calling card, and resolved to do this every time they filmed, unconsciously committing as she did to as many re-runs of this sexually charged scenario as she could get. She moved to face the closest camera, her tongue snaking out to lick his balls around his engorged cock, and began to slide up and down his shaft in increasingly rapid movements. He must have sensed where this was going, because he took matters into his own hands, withdrawing his erection, gleaming with her spit, and turning her over so she was prone on the bed. His saliva covered shaft slid smoothly into her from behind, and as she gasped he leant forward and said "This may not last long, I'm right on the edge..."

His honesty was not misplaced, because a minute or so later, the pace now so fast his cock was a pistoning blur, he began to flush, and as his helmet swelled inside her he came with a series of moans, each louder than the last until he had filled her with cum.

She rolled onto her back, eyes closed, a moment of frustration at not having cum cloaked from view, when to her surprise she felt a mouth on her thigh, kissing it's way up towards her mound. To her amazement Paul then proceeded to lick and suck on her jizz filled pussy, pausing from time to time to allow droplets of spunk to slide from his open mouth into hers, only stopping after she had a shuddering orgasm and a mouthful of their cum.

Exhausted and a little lost for words, they slumped onto her bed, naked and sated. He took to playing with her nipples as she caressed his hair, and she was surprised to see his cock starting to stir again briefly, only for him to sit up and glance around.

"I like this cabin," he said, " can I come and visit again soon?"

She giggled and replied "Of course, you're my stunt cock now..."