The Hike

*ding* a text notification on my phone and I think "right on time". I know his shift just ended.

"I been hard thinking about you all day baby. You ready fr me?"

"Absolutely."

The benefit of living in a small town is it takes him almost no time to get across it to pick me up. The first thing I notice when I get into his car are his hands. He grips the steering wheel with an ease of someone used to driving and I recognize the callouses I felt when he took my hand as he led me to the car. Hes comfortable here and that kind of ease is one of the many things I found hot about him when we first started talking. I like a man who knows how to get things done, to roll with the punches, and his hands confirm it.

I watch as he flips the blinker, turns the wheel, his rings flashing in the midafternoon sun. I dont know where we're going and I dont really much care, so long as it ends with him putting those hands on me. Im squirming in the seat as he gives me the rundown of his day-- whatever errands he was running on his shift in the build up to our time together. Something about the post office and the grocery store.

Im distracted. And who could blame me. I have the hottest Daddy in town and a free afternoon. I look at him in profile and he looks like if Bruce Springsteen had grown up baby faced in Oklahoma. Still got that taste of asphalt but with a honey bbq kick that only comes from being born below the Mason Dixon line.

"Honeybee, you recognize this road?" He says as he makes a turn onto a dust and gravel situation I do not in fact recognize.

I swallow. "No Daddy."

"Good, means I ain't taken you here yet"

The road winds and curves through these beautiful hills we love so much together. I take in the trees and the way the light shines through them. I think about how they block out any evidence of the spattering of small towns around these parts. I ponder the many meanings of the word "taken".

We make one turn, then another, and finally pull off into a niche off the side of the road, carved into the woods. A weathered sign notes an old hiking trail. The club that claims to maintain the trail is one I recognize as not surviving COVID. Whelp.

Daddy unbuckles, leans over, and gives me a kiss so sweet and hot I nearly moan. But its a little too early for that. Im being very good today. He pulls back and I look at him again, this time from the front. He gives me a wink and breaks into a grin.

"I got something to show you, but first," he reaches for me and grabs my groin. This time I do moan, damn it.

"Daddyyyy," I whimper a little protest and try not to writhe against his hand. "You didn't bring me all this way to do this in the car did you?" The day was nice, warm but breezy enough to keep from being hot.

"Oh Honeybee, you know me better than that," Daddy growls low as he takes his hand away and gets out of the car to open my door for me. "I got much better things planned."

The hike is beautiful-- trees on all sides and undergrowth full of moss and ferns. Looking deeper into the woods, I can see breaks in the canopy where the sun shines down into patches of wildflowers and the dip in the landscape hiding what sounds like a happily-gurgling creek. Daddy pulls me by the hand down the path, walking at a pace just different enough from my own that I have to think about it. I admire him from the back-- black glossy curls lick at the broad shoulders filling out his light flannel. The most amazing ass in three counties fills out his jeans. I notice he's got his baby blue hanky today, on the left. I glance at his boots-- a pair of black Chippewa loggers we found on thrift a few years back; an amazing score if ever we found one. I sigh a little as I see how much they need a wash and shine and make a mental note to save time for it this weekend.

He pulls me down a fork in the path. "First stop," Daddy says. "I want you to see this." We've wandered down the path to the creek and he pulls me forward onto a large flat rock that sits right in the middle. I feel Daddy's hands on my shoulders as he turns me to face upstream and see the beautiful waterfall that feeds the creek. I feel him move behind me, his hands moving from my shoulders to my chest. "Ain't it beautiful, sweet one? I hope you like it."

"Oh Daddy, it's so pretty," I gasp as his fingers find my nipples under my light shirt. They knead gently and I lean back into him. I move softly side to side, rubbing my ass against him in time to his fingers working. I can feel the heat coming off his groin and his cock start to wake.

"We've got other stops though," Daddy says, stepping back from me and taking the lead once more as we cross the creek. This path leads deeper into the forest, the light growing shadier and the path more crowded. After a little while, he turns and begins to head off the path, directly into the woods, pulling me behind him.

"Daddy?" I ask inquiringly and a little nervous.

He looks over his shoulder at me, "Don't worry baby. I'll make sure there ain't no spiders," and winks before turning back to the trees ahead. He leads me winding through the forest until we enter a small clearing-- not quite big enough to fully break the canopy, but enough to provide some room for maneuvering. And in the middle is a felled tree.

"Second stop," Daddy says, walking over to it. He sits on it and I realize it's the perfect height for him, his feet flat on the ground.

"How'd you find this place Daddy?" I ask, moving to him.

He motions me onto his lap. "You know me, honeybee. Took the path to clear my head and when I found this here I knew I had to bring you," Daddy cups my cheek in his hand, stroking lightly. "You're so pretty in this light. Ive missed you baby. We've been so busy."

I can feel his erection against my thigh. "We have been, Daddy. I haven't been able to take care of you properly." My hand drifts to rub his cock through his jeans and his breath catches.

"That's just it baby," he says with a moan in the back of his throat, "I needed to take you somewhere where we ain't gonna be interrupted," Daddy moves my hand to his belt, "no emails can find you here," he ends with a chuckle.

I laugh softly as I undo his belt and unbuckle his jeans. I move between his legs, kneeling. Daddy obligingly pulls out his cock. I take it in one hand and I can feel the warmth of it. I consider what it would be like to do this in the early morning and I imagine the steam rising off it like morning mist. I bring my lips down to kiss the head softly, then lick up one side of the shaft and down the other. I move my other hand to his balls and he groans a little. I can feel how tight up he is.

"We ain't got no public hookup parks out this way," Daddy says, a little sadly, "so this is the closest we got to a faggot park tryst."

I smile up at him and take his cock fully in my mouth. I hum as I get to the base and he moans. I back off with a moan of my own. "You're so big, Daddy."

"All the better to fuck that pretty mouth of yours," he growls, and brings a hand to the back of my head. I pant as he fists my hair and draws my mouth back onto his dick.

I work my tongue around the head as I take him in, making sure to feel all the edges. I massage his balls gently, and work his shaft with the other hand. I relish the throb of his cock when I lick across his slit. I can feel his grip on my hair loosen and tighten as he relaxes into the sensation and tries to control his arousal in turn.

Daddy groans, "A sweet faggot like you needs taken out into public and fucked proper now and again."

I moan into his cock and feel it twitch in response.

"And what do sweet faggots get?"

I pant around his dick. When I pull back, theres a string of drool and precum that stretches from the tip of his throbbing cock to my swollen lips.

"Filled with cum, Daddy."

"That's right." The growl is low and fierce as he shoves me back onto his cock and I know exactly what he wants.

I let the fluids run down his cock as I work his shaft tight and fast. I use every muscle of my mouth, every surface, and every sound I know turns him on until finally he's panting and rocking and I hear the low groan.

"I can't hold back no more, babydoll"

He slams into the back of my throat and I gag as he cums, HARD, sending thick jets of seed down my throat. I swallow as quickly as I can to keep myself from coughing and he finally looses my hair from his grasp. The release is almost as painful as the hold and my scalp aches at the sudden change in pressure. I can feel his cum running down my chin as I pull back. Daddy draws his hanky from his back pocket, cleans himself off, then hands it to me.

"Thank you Daddy," I say as I wipe my face. The hanky is well used, and folded so there always seems to be a clean square somewhere. All the better for me right now, I think, handing it back to him.

"You're so good to me sweetheart" he purrs at me as he pulls me to my feet. "That's why I'm taking you on this pretty hike. We got one more stop. You alright for it?"

"Yeah Daddy," I say as I brush off my knees, "where to?"

"Its just a little ways off in this direction." And with that, he leads me off along a deer path.

While we're still in warm weather, the afternoon has begun to fade, and especially so as we move deeper into the woods again. Around me, I marvel at the many shades of green that the Pacific Northwest has to offer. I brush my fingertips against mossy trees as Daddy leads me by the hand through the fern-strewn undergrowth. Then I notice that we're gaining elevation. My calves always hate this part and I groan, audibly with the realization.

"You doing okay Princess?" Daddy says looking back at me. "It's just a little further. And I think you're gonna consider yourself well rewarded," he punctuates with a wink.

"I'll make it," I say, putting on a pout, "but you could've warned me first."

"Aw baby, you cant expect me to ruin the surprise. Besides, we're almost there!"

He turns back and I promise myself that if the view isn't as good as my view from back here, he's definitely going to owe me. Thankfully, it isn't long before we emerge in to a clearing along the edge of the ridge. I gasp when I see the landscape rolling out below us. In the slanting light, we can see the whole valley below and it glistens like sea glass.

Daddy comes to stand behind me, and then directs my attention to an area of the clearing off to the side from where we emerged. Here he has laid out our camping blanket.

"I thought we'd sit and I could rub your legs after the surprise hike. I know they give you trouble sometimes," he says looking at me through his lashes, all sweet and easy.

"Hard to say no to that Daddy," I laugh, moving to the blanket, "but I'll have to take my pants off. These are too tight for any of that."

Daddy looks around, eyes full of mock suspicion before turning back to me. "I think it's safe."

I raise my eyebrow at him and begin undoing my belt. As soon as my hands touch it, I can feel his eyes on me, taking in every movement. So I slow down. The clasp comes undone easily and begin to undo my fly. I pull the zipper at a glacial pace and the intensity of Daddy's gaze prickles my skin. I shift from side to side to ease my jeans over my ass, then slide them slow slow slow down my legs, bending over just enough to hear Daddy sigh. I can feel myself dripping and I know he's gonna smell it on me as soon as he gets close enough. I sit down so I can watch the landscape and stick my legs straight out. "Ahem" I say, "Daddy."

He chuckles as he sits down. "Yeah baby, of course." He pulls out his massage oil from his bag and sets to work. I always treasure these moments; his hands on me, working the tension out of my body one way or another. I admire the valley and the changing light. I look at him, backlit by the fading sun and I cannot think of anything but how extremely blessed I am. I sigh at him and he looks up at me, his hair shining like a halo. "Thank you for coming with me today, Honeybee. Do you like it? Ain't it pretty?"

"Absolutely Daddy," and I lean forward towards him.

We meet in the middle for a kiss but one is never enough. I find myself scooping my legs underneath myself to reach him and suddenly my hands are unbuttoning his flannel. His hands are tracing up my ribs to draw my own shirt over my head. I duck through and feel it being cast aside while I lean into his chest and dislodge his flannel. Then he's up on his knees, taking off his undershirt while I tug at his jeans.

Daddy looks down at me then, stilling my hands. He holds my gaze while we both listen to the slide of his belt out of the loops. "I got an ache inside me baby. I need to beat that gorgeous ass as pink as the sky tonight."

"Oh Daddy. I thought you'd never ask." I say with a smirk. He raises an eyebrow at me and the next thing I know, Im bowled over on my back and his mouth is at my throat. He knows I can't wear his marks there but he likes to remind me that he would if he could. Instead he moves one hand to fist up my hair while his lips and other hand travel. Collarbone, shoulder, chest. Daddy leaves a trail of red and purple kisses everywhere that can be covered easily-- and a few places that can't. My cunt aches to feel him so close but to not have him inside me. I squirm under him and press my body into his as much as possible.

"Roll over Princess. Your gonna wear Daddys kisses on your beautiful ass." He releases my hair and grabs at my hips, turning me over easily and positioning me on his lap, straddling his knee as he sits crosslegged. Ever the gentleman, he's been nice enough to let me keep my view. I presume because he has one of his own now too. He grabs my ass, taking handfuls to squeeze and jostle. I can feel my cunt spilling over with the movement.

"We gotta lose these though," Daddy says, sliding off my undies, "but oh honeybee, you ruined these so good for us." He traces a finger around my swollen exposed cunt. "And you been so patient."

I let out a whimper as he palms my ass. It isnt long before he's hitting me, sending my ass jiggling, and with increasing intensity. He pulls back and I can feel the heat rising from me. I hear the sound of his belt buckle and recognize that he must've picked it up. This realization arrives a split second before I feel the soft leather smack across both my asscheeks. The sound echoes in the relative quiet of our remote location, and I wince, moreso from the sound than the sting. Daddy rains blow after blow on my ass until Im definitely wincing from the sting and crying out softly with each strike. Its not until Im gasping that he slows to a stop, and I hear the belt buckle hit the ground.

His hands caress my back, my ass, as he coos softly at me. "Oh Princess, you done so good. Im so proud of you. Thank you so much." He rolls me over and scoops me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. My ass is hot against the wet spot I left on the knee of his jeans and I bury my face into his chest. "That wasn't so bad was it honeybee? You're so good for me."

I breathe deep, safe in the warmth of his embrace. And then I find his nipple. Its right there next to my face so I take it quickly into my mouth, tease it between my tongue and teeth ever so softly. I hear the intake of breath from Daddy when I do. I know how much he enjoys this and I savor the feeling of his soft flesh in my mouth. I work up my pace and change direction, using more pressure and I can feel him rocking beneath me. It's not until I hear him begin to moan that I stop, suddenly, and breathe in cool air around his erect nipple.

He gasps and I pull away smiling. He dumps me off his lap unceremoniously, tumbling me onto my stomach, and he gives my ass a firm slap. I wince again before rolling back over to watch him take off his jeans. He's wearing the buffalo plaid undies I bought him last winter and I grin, seeing his hard dick pressing against the soft fabric.

I reach for him from my knees, stroking him slow. I can feel the gentle push of him against my palm as he rocks into me softly. I grab his waistband and let his cock pop over the top as I draw down his undies. I give it a quick kiss on the head as Daddy steps out of them and I can feel him shiver.

"Cmere Daddy," I hum low in my throat. I can feel myself slicking up as I settle back down on the blanket. Daddy breathes in slow, deep. His eyes on me. He reaches to cup my chin, thumb resting on the swell of my lower lip. "You sweet thing. You gonna show Daddy just how you good been training up. Ain't nobody to hear you carry on out here" As he speaks, he draws his thumb along my lip, pressing in just slightly. I squirm at the hot clench building inside of me. It doesn't escape his attention. He cocks his head and leans back. "That's it baby. That's Daddy's dirty slut." his voice is a low growl. He tweaks my nipple again and I can feel the flush spreading across my cheeks. "You're gonna spread real pretty for your Daddy, ain't that right?"

I do as I'm told, but slowly-- slow enough to see him shifting his weight as I lay back. I recognize the flare in his nostrils as impatience. I know he wants to split me open and devour me cunt-first like the first peach of summer. I know he can smell how ripe I am to be picked too, how juicy I'm going to be when he finally plunges inside. And I know I'm right because in an instant, he's on me, catching my wrists in his left hand and nudging my thighs apart with his knee until I'm spread obscenely. I can feel myself dripping down my cunt to my asshole. He kisses my hip and then licks up to my armpit, nuzzling in before sucking deep on the rarely-exposed muscle there.

"I can smell how much you need your Daddy, sweet one," he groans. I bite my lip and look up at him on his knees. I'm doe-eyed and squriming at the cool breeze on my bare slit. I gasp as Daddy's hand finds it and my mouth at the same time, and plunges two fingers into each in one smooth motion. I feel him glide past both pairs of lips, and I suck and clench like the good slut I am. I can feel him breathe in slow and deep. I feel his abs tighten and I tip my hips to take him deeper, the muscles of my pussy milking his thick fingers. "I love stretching you open, honeybee. You know I need to put my seed so deep in your belly, fill you till you're spilling over. I'm gonna paint your thighs with my desire, sweetheart."

He slips his fingers out of my mouth to pin me, palm spread on my sternum, getting me sticky with my own spit. Something in his gaze sharpens and he leans closer, his weight a comforting restriction. "I'm going to make you cum with my name in your mouth and you're gonna suck every syllable just as pretty as you sucked my cock today." I can feel my cunt flood as he presses deeper. I look at the valley and feel myself opening for him. "That's it. You can do it baby," he murmurs. And I'm gone, swept under in the hot rush of no thoughts, no words, just Daddy's hands on me, filling me.

But I need more. I look up at Daddy and nod, and he grins. "That's right; that's Daddy's dirty fucktoy. I sure do love how sweet you listen to me. I can tell you've been practicing good." He groans in the same moment he impalese me. I feel his knuckles stretching me open further as his fingertips reach my depths. He rests there a moment, still, my pussy clenching around him. I hear a distant log truck and can make out the shapes of cows moving homeward along the far ridge. Daddy gives three hot deep thrusts and then pulls out with slow deliberate care. I immediately long for him to fill me again-- a hot throb spreading from my cock to my asshole, and a whimper escapes me.

Daddy leans in to lick my throat and runs his fingers around my slit. "I'm gonna take my time with you. We gonna get you good and ready, ain't that right baby?" I moan as he plays slow and firm with my cock. "You know sometimes Daddy needs you so much, he's just gotta throw you down wherever you are and take you. Gets me hot to fill that messy pussy out where anybody can see. Sure, out here there ain't nobody to look. But times'll come when Daddy's gonna need you to snuggle your pretty ass down on his dick in a movie theater, in the park, anywhere I damn well please." 



I'm so hard I feel like I'm about to burst. All my blood is in my cunt and cock. Daddy continues to tease me as he growls, "You're Daddy's sweet little faggot princess and I know it gets you hot when Daddy helps you be the slutty cumdump you always dreamed of being. Ain't that right, cutie?" He punctuates the last with four sharp smacks to my cunt and I writhe, feeling the hot trickle down my thighs. 

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"Yes Daddy. That's just it. I wanna do right by you. I wanna show you how good I've been training up." I plead with my eyes. There's a push and suddenly, I'm stretched over Daddy's hand again. Is it three fingers? Four? I can't tell but I'm so full that I'm having to breathe deep. Then there's Daddy's hot breath on my ear. "You're so pretty stuffed so full for your Daddy, baby. You need Daddy to fill that tight little cunt up, ain't that right? Fuck you out here in the grass like a common slut." His swallow is audible as he shifts behind me. He holds me against him, his hips kissing my ass, his cock nestled between my cheeks, his hand deep in my cunt. I face the vally and wonder just how full I could be.