Camping With His Brat p11 Brat Seri

Eve

"Do you have everything, once we are hours away from home and civilisation there's no turning back," Scott said to me. We were standing behind the car in our driveway. I had just shoved one last extra blanket inside just in case what we already packed wasn't enough. I went through the mental checklist of what we needed for the trip and what I had packed. I was more than certain we had everything.

"I'm sure I have everything," I said.

"Alright, let's get going then."

We locked up the house and made sure everything was good inside before going back to the car and heading off. It was early Friday morning and we would be gone until Monday afternoon at least. Scott was expected back at work on Wednesday. He said he needed a buffer day in case anything happened or he just needed to rest.

***

After a long drive filled with music and laughter we came to the camp grounds. We found a flat spot with some trees and set up camp. We weren't completely in the middle of nowhere but we had enough privacy. It took us at least another hour to set up camp, but I wasn't looking too carefully at the clock. Our camp site consisted of a big tent with an air mattress inside it as well as a few other essentials. We had a small foldout table and a few chairs near the campfire.

There were no other people set up near us that we could see so we basically had the place to ourselves.

It was the middle of the day but the sun was being covered by a few clouds, leaving us semi shaded below. We had just finished setting up camp a few hours ago and now we were taking a moment to sit and try the first of our camp stove coffee. Scott was taking care of it while I sat in my seat and watched him.

Soon the coffee was being poured. My senses perked to the comforting smell and I watched Scott with wide eyes as he brought it to me. He passed me my mug and sat in his chair.

"We needed this," Scott said.

"Yeah... I think I was going stir crazy in the house."

"I think so too, sweetheart. Maybe you should think about picking up an active hobby or joining a club or something," Scott suggested. I turned to face him in my camping chair, pulling my feet out of my shoes so I could rest my knees up against my chest. He looked so sexy and rugged sitting there like that. Not many men could pull off shorts, but Scott had naturally muscular legs. It made him look like he was meant to be in shorts.

"What kind of outdoor hobby or club?" I pressed him. He wasn't looking at me but I know he could feel my presence with the way his eyes continued flickering over in my direction.

"I don't know, love," Scott sighed. He sounded apologetic. Did he expect to have all the answers? Perhaps he did feel obligated since he was the one that landed us here in the first place. I could start looking for a job again but the trouble was, I wasn't even sure if I wanted another job. At least not in my field. Maybe a less intense office job that allowed me to make friends with women my age, go out for drinks, have a semblance of a social life. Instead of running around in circles in my own house like a dog trying to eat their own tail.

"You know they have, like, community gardens not far from us. Or you could go online and find a local exercise club or something, surely there's at least one walking or running group," Scott then suggested.

"Maybe I could do a garden in our yard. I don't know how I feel about sharing," I replied.

Scott laughed. His head tipped back a little and then when he was facing me.

"What do you think will make you feel more normal on a day to day basis?" Scott then asked. "I can come up with a million suggestions, love. But, at the end of the day you can only determine your own happiness," he said.

The softness of his words made my heart flutter. Scott never failed to make me feel loved. He reached out and took my hand in his. Our chairs were mere inches apart from one anothers. I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand and sighed, nodding. He was right, I could only determine my own destiny.

"You're saying I am free to get a job if I want one?"

"I mean, I never could have stopped you in the first place. I just, I wanted you to have a break. I didn't realise you'd take so well to my telling you what to do, but I'm glad you did. It's been a while now and if you need to work to be happy I won't stop you," Scott said to me.

My heart thumped again. He was melting me from the inside out.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't want to go back into law. I have been enjoying my blog writing. I just think if I got something more relaxed, not such a high pressure industry, but still in an office. Maybe something like that would be suitable," I said.

"If you hadn't taken the break do you think you would have come to this conclusion?" Scott pressed.

"No... I would never have known this is something I could do," I replied.

"How's the blog going anyway? I have been trying not to be all over you about it, let you have your own thing."

Scott's eyes danced with mine.

"I have a hundred followers, it's not much but it's... I'm proud of myself," I admitted.

Scott smiled at me and reached across the camp chairs. He grabbed the edge of my chair and dragged it across the forest floor until they were touching. Scott took hold of my cheeks in his hands and I was a goner. His lips found mine in a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into him. My body fluttered like when we first started dating. Every single time. He held me so tenderly, his thumb rubbing over my cheek as he dominated my mouth with his. Scott had soft plump lips that I would never get over. My mouth parted for him and his tongue shot inside, invading me and my senses. I half moaned against him. Eventually we pulled apart. My eyes danced between his and his lips, they were red and swollen. I darted toward him again, kissing him and biting his bottom lip until he groaned before pulling back.

"Oh you want to be a little brat now?" Scott chuckled, rubbing his bottom lip.

"I didn't make the conscious decision to be a brat, if that is what you are implying."

Scott chuckled.

"I'm going to have a lot of fun punishing you this weekend. You can't be too loud out here though. If you are I'll gag you," Scott told me.

"Gag me?"

"Yeah, I'll shove your own used panties into your mouth, so I can beat you in peace," he replied. His deep sultry voice had my legs quivering. Arousal swirled through my core.

"I believe you."

"Good. Because I'm not making threats, I'm making a promise, sweetheart."

The way he was so soft and rough all at once had me in a spin. I didn't even know what to say to that. My eyes glanced up and down the length of Scott's body when I noticed his cock was rock solid in his loose shorts. It was standing up right, struggling against the material. Scott looked composed as always.

"Want me to do something about that? Or perhaps we should go for a dip in the stream so you can calm down," I teased.

"You want to play games, don't ya sweetheart?"

"I have no idea what games you might be referring to." I batted my lashes, playing the innocent. Scott stood up from his seat. Oh shit. He was right in front of me in a flash, grabbing me by braid I had down the middle of my head, especially for this trip. He tugged it like a leash.

"Get up," he commanded.

I scrambled to my feet as he continued holding my braid and then he began to pull me along. We came to a wide smooth tree at the outskirts of our small clearing.

"Hold on," he told me.

I grabbed onto the tree, facing it.

"Lower," Scott then said.

I lowered myself so I was almost half bent at the waist, bracing myself on the tree. Next thing I knew my shorts and panties were being shoved down around my knees. A fresh breeze hit my pussy. The feeling was oddly erotic. Probably because it was a rare sensation. I held the tree tight, trying to figure out what Scott was about to do. I had a pretty good idea but a small part of me thought that maybe instead of fucking me he would beat me for being a little brat.

"What're you doing?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm admiring the view... and you know what film camera?" Scott asked.

"The disposables we brought with us?" I replied.

"Yes, I'm taking a picture of you like this, so I can never forget it. When we're old, I'll be able to look back at this fondly."

Embarrassment shot through me like an arrow.

"Scott," I whined.

"I'll develop them myself, relax," he said.

My nerves calmed. It was so dirty and I had never thought of Scott taking such intimate photos of me before.

"Oh... I guess that is fine then," I replied.

Scott pushed my tank top up until it was bunched up around my shoulders. He ran a smooth hand up my back, running it over the curves of my ribs, before he groped one of my breasts.

"I would never let another person see what is mine and mine alone," he growled from behind. His breath tickled my back. The possessive tone of his voice had arousal pooling in my core. I was dripping for him and I needed to be fucked.

"That's good... Sir," I sighed.

Scott put a hand against my pussy from behind. His thumb pressed into my asshole whilst his two fingers massaged my sensitive entrance. I couldn't help but moan.

Scott kissed a line down my back before he removed his hand and took me by the hips. I couldn't even blink before he thrust himself deep inside my wanton cunt. I squelched around him. I was so fucking wet and ready for him. After the initial thrust Scott began to fuck me without mercy. He didn't pace himself for even a moment. He fucked me like it would be the last time. He thrust into me so hard our skin was making a slapping sound.

"Fuck, you've been waiting for this all day haven't you, brat?" Scott groaned. His fingers dug into my hips as he continued to fuck me.

"I'm always waiting for you, Sir," I replied.

An animalistic groan ripped through Scott, as if he couldn't control himself. He grabbed my braid in one hand, held my hip in the other, then slammed harder into me if that were even possible. My eyes were open and I was glancing at the tree above me as pleasure overtook my body. The way Scott fucked me was other worldly.

My pleasure was building higher and higher with each thrust. I was nearing my edge sooner than later.

"I'm going to come," I warned Scott.

"Of course you are. Such a little fucking brat, you always come so quickly for me, don't you?"

He wasn't making it any easier to hold it together. His dirty, goading words were tipping me over the edge.

"No, no, Sir. I can't hold it. Not when you're fucking me," I cried, gasping for breath between words.

"Come then, come for me, brat," he commanded.

I came undone in his arms. I screamed out my pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I gripped the tree harder, feeling like I was going to collapse on my shaking legs. I was struggling to hold it together, my body jerking, my back arching. Scott held me up by the hips continuing to fuck me through my orgasm and when I was finished coming he spanked my left asscheek so hard I shrieked.

That would surely be leaving a red hand print in its wake.

I whimpered against the tree, bracing myself as Scott now fucked my overly sensitive pussy.

"Shut up before I gag you. Someone might hear us," Scott commanded. His voice grew deeper, more strained, as he was coming up to his own orgasm.

I did my best to clamp my lips shut. Instead, I made small moaning whimpers as he continued ploughing me. He let go of my hair and just held my hips again. His strokes grew faster, more shallow, and I knew Scott was coming to his end.

He came deep inside me with a groan and a curse. As he finished, he reached under me and pinched my sensitive clit as if testing to see if I would scream out. I gave him a little yelp but nothing more.

"Good girl," Scott said. He grabbed me by the braid and pulled me up right. He turned me around, but I could barely walk with my shorts around my knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

"What do you want to do now?" Scott asked. He brushed a piece of stray hair from my face. I was practically holding my breath as I looked up at him.

"Maybe get cleaned up and go for a hike or something?" I suggested. Scott nodded and dipped his head down, giving me a kiss.

Soon we were back in the tent and I was getting cleaned up. I decided back when we were planning for this trip that I would use this trip as an opportunity to try new hobbies. Scott had an old rangefinder camera he was given as a gift for his 30th birthday by an old friend. He dabbled in photography during his college days but with his job he had lost interest in the hobby. At first he used the camera but these days it barely came out of the drawer, so I took it for myself. Scott was more than happy for me to use it.

Once I had my plan in place I went online and looked up the model and type of camera this was. I didn't even realise there was such a variation between types of cameras. This particular camera came with two lenses. One was better for portraits, taking pictures at parties, events, things like that. The other was better for landscapes, nature photography, street photography... things like that. I brought both with me and Scott had the idea that we should go buy some disposables. I didn't realise he was going to use those for such purposes though.

Soon, we were in our hiking boots, my camera around my neck, and walking through the predetermined path of the forest. It was clear people camped around here a lot.

Being out in nature was calming.

We walked and walked talking about this and that but sometimes in silence. I stopped Scott every few minutes so I could take a picture of a bird or a small animal, of a tree, or an interesting rock.

***

We came back from our hike and had camp showers before changing into some clean clothes. We were sweaty from the hike and needed a refresh. The sky was dark and the stars were sparkling in a way they never did in the city. I sat in my chair by the fire while Scott tended to it. He poked at it with a stick while I sat with my knees up to my chest. He came and sat back next to me, pulling his chair up close to mine.

"Are you feeling better, now that we are out here?" Scott asked me.

I thought on it for a moment, turning to face him. I nodded. It was as if my nervous system was shifting back to normal. I didn't feel this sense that I was trapped anymore. Even though this was a far more isolated place than my living room, it felt right.

"I do, I feel a lot better after today. Like a break from routine."

Scott smiled at that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I groaned. I almost toppled over the side of my chair trying to make out with him. Finally we pulled back and I stood up and came in front of Scott. Standing in front of him he pulled me down onto his lap, his fingers tangled through my hair. I leaned in, biting Scott's lower lip. He groaned, slipping his large hand up the length of my thigh. He found my clit through my thin linen shorts and started rubbing it in rough circles.

"You want to be a good girl for me?" His deep voice has me spinning. I am unable to say no to him like this. My eyes search his as I chew on my lip.

"I always want to be a good girl," I replied.

Scott grabbed the blow up cushion he was laying against and placed it down in front of us.

"On your knees little brat," Scott told me.

"Maybe you should get on your knees for once," I teased. I was about to get down a moment later but Scott took me off guard. He leant forward and pecked my lips before standing up. He took hold of me so I wouldn't topple off, he grabbed me by the hips then tossed me over his shoulder. Next thing I knew he was carrying me back into the tent. Scott laid me down on the blow up mattress and pushed my legs apart. I pulled my head up, trying to look at him. Shock was still filling my entire body at this point. I couldn't believe he followed through with what I said.

Scott pulled my shoes and socks off, throwing them into the corner of the tent.

"I hope you don't think I have been neglecting your pleasure sweetheart, I want to spoil you in every single way I can," Scott told me as he pulled my shorts down my legs. My panties were next to go.

I was propping myself up on my forearms watching him. I sucked in a tentative breath, waiting for him to continue. I could barely think straight to reply so I just gave him a small nod.

Once I was naked from the waist down Scott looked at my shirt like it was offending him. I grabbed it and pulled it off my body. I wasn't wearing a bra so my tits were already on display for him. My nipples hardened to stiff peaks, my breathing grew ragged. Scott hovered over my wet sensitive cunt.

"Are you going to answer me?" he breathed right over my clit.

"I didn't know you needed an answer..." I sighed, staring right at him. I couldn't move my eyes off him, I was encapsulated.

Scott dipped his head down and sucked my clit into his mouth. His eyes locked with mine. I'd never felt so dominated while being given oral before. He pushed my legs wide apart, sucking on my clit harder as he did so. A moan ripped through me without warning.

"Do you think I have been neglecting your pleasure sweetheart?" he growled, pulling his head up for a moment. With one of his hands he grazed over my sensitive entrance. Where all the nerves were bundled and desperately begging him to slip inside. But instead he caressed me right there. How was I meant to reply under duress.

"I don't think so... I mean it has been a while since we did, well, this," I finally managed to spit out. Scott pulled my clit into his mouth again, his expert tongue was sending me into a fit of never ending moans. Pleasure sparked through my body. Shooting up from my core into the rest of me. I was filled to the brim with pleasure from what Scott was doing to me.

Finally he lifted his head up again giving me a reprieve. But, instead he pushed his two fingers deep inside me, pressing into my g-spot.

"You're right, I'll make sure to focus on you a little bit more. In fact, you'll be begging me not to come anymore," Scott then told me.

"Oh," I just said.

Scott gave me a wicked smile before dipping down again, his head buried into my cunt. He licked the length of me. Swirling his tongue around my clit then licking down my slit before coming back up again. He pulled my clit into his mouth once again, using his expert tongue on me. I couldn't hold myself up any longer. I collapsed back down on the pillow, trying not to writhe in his arms. Scott held me down as he pleasured me. I clutched the sheets on either side of me, whimpering beneath his hot touch.

"Sir please," I moaned. "I'm going to come."

"Do it," he growled.

I came to my mountain's peak of pleasure, it ripped me to shreds from the inside out. I was like ribbons of pleasure exploding out from a ball of tightly wound yarn. Everything turned to white as I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back. Scott continued his assault of pleasure on my body. I rode my orgasm out and pushed myself up onto my forearms looking at Scott as he continued.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my slick cunt as he worked his mouth on me. I could barely keep it together.

"I don't know if I can take much more," I said to him.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" he asked.

"Maybe just one more orgasm..." I admitted. I was halfway to my next peak and if we stopped now I knew it would be throbbing.

"You don't know what you want, do you sweetheart?" he teased me.

"I just want to feel good," I replied.

Scott hummed and pushed his face down. This time he was bringing me up to my peak of pleasure faster than before. I laid back down as my second orgasm ripped through me. This time I cried out. A wild whimpering cry escaped me, my mouth tipping wide open as I lost complete control of my faculties. While I rode out my pleasure Scott continued to lap me up until I went completely limp. He pulled his hand and mouth off me and then stripped to nothing before coming up and laying next to me. He pulled my hot body into his. I laid my cheek against his bare chest. Being with him and against him made my entire nervous system settle. I sighed in contentment as he pulled the blankets over our bodies.

"You should focus on my pleasure more often," I said, half asleep.

Scott pressed a kiss to my head. "Of course my love."