A Girl's Porn Desires Pt. 02

Author's Note:

This is the continuation of the short and sweet first part of this story. The early reviews of the first installment prompted me to write this one. I don't know how much more will come, so I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first.

You don't have to read the first part, but it may make this part make more sense.

Thank you for reading and rating.

All characters are 18 years or older.

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"I think cuffs will make a great addition for next time."

That is what Darren texted in reply after I reached out to him upon returning home and thanking him for a thrilling and memorable outing in which I was left stranded and naked. He had provided me with the exact experience I was after, and from his reply, he seemed eager to provide his services again. I would be lying if I said I wasn't also thinking along those same lines, at least, in terms of when I could have another adventure like our last.

"Cuffs? I think I have unleashed an evil genius," was my cute response to his suggestion, and we soon began laying out a basic plan for when we could next meet. During our chat, I remembered the GoPro he had in the van, and I simultaneously got scared and aroused. In the heat of the moment, the idea of Darren recording our interaction seemed normal, but now, after the fact, I wasn't entirely keen on the idea of a relative stranger having an erotic recording of me in his possession. So I brought the topic up to him as casually as I could.

"Were you actually recording in the van?"

His reply was short and quick.

"Yeah."

Not quite as reassuring as I hoped for, and I decided to come clean with my reservations.

"Okay, but you can't show it to anyone. That would be so humiliating."

Again, his response was less than comforting.

"I thought that was your thing; humiliation."

He can really get to the core of what I want; his words fueled my desires, and I couldn't deny that I enjoy the humiliation aspect of my porn-driven fantasies. However, I wasn't sure I could fully admit that I wanted the humiliation of that video being openly shared and thus responded accordingly.

"Yeah, but it is more the thought than that actual occurrence. I really enjoyed what we did, but I don't know if I am cool with others seeing it freely."

Thankfully, he replied with a level of understanding I wasn't expecting but appreciated.

"I get that. Don't worry, I'll keep the video to myself until you decide otherwise. Do you want a copy, though?"

With a blush on my face, I eagerly typed back my reply, "Yes, please."

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It is now a week later, and I am parking my car in the lot of a nature park on the edge of town. Darren and I have set up our next meeting, and while I have some idea of what to expect based on our conversations and what I have revealed to him I fantasize about, he has kept what his exact plans are a secret. The not knowing only adds to my arousal for this meet-up.

I exit my car and walk over to where I see Darren standing next to the same minivan he picked me up in the last time. A big grin forms on his face as he watches me come towards him. I am not sure if it is the thought of what he has planned for us, or what I am wearing. Wanting to make things easy for myself, as I figured I would be getting naked at some point, I chose to wear a mini fit and flare skater dress, this time without a bra or panties.

Of course, it could probably be because of both, but I wasn't to find out as he had a surprise in store for me. I had assumed that we would be doing another "Bang Bus" inspired encounter, but as I neared him, Darren pulled open the side van door and retrieved a duffel bag from within. He then closed the door and told me to follow him.

Intrigued, I followed behind him as he led the way along a walking path that went into the park. We walked in relative silence except for his occasional comment on my dress or to ask how I was feeling about everything. I thanked him for his compliment and explained that I was a mix of anxious and excited for whatever he had planned.

Eventually, after about ten minutes of walking, he guided us off the trail and towards what looked like a pocket within the trees lining the path. It wasn't far off the trail, but we were remarkably invisible from it. Darren seemed happy and set about unpacking his bag. The first thing I saw him pull out was the GroPro from our first meeting and a tripod for it.

After setting up the tripod and camera, he secured a pair of metal handcuffs from the bag along with a small piece of black fabric. I stood still as he turned and looked at me. My heartbeat became somewhat more erratic as I awaited what was to happen.

"I think it's about time you get naked, Tiffany," Darren said matter-of-factly.

Feeling my heart begin to race in my chest from a combination of excitement and fear, I said nothing. Instead, I reach down with my hands and began to peel the hem of my dress up and over my body until I was standing before him naked except for my sandals. The way Darren's eyes widened at the revealing of my naked form, I smirked because it was obvious that he wasn't expecting me not to be wearing underwear.

His surprise soon passed, and he stepped closer to me. Reaching up, he slipped the blindfold over my eyes. My vision black, causing my breathing to hitch. He then took hold of my wrist and guided me a few steps from where I was standing. I felt the cool metal of one cuff secured to my left wrist, and then he tugged my right wrist out in front of me and secured the other cuff to it. Testing my restrained arms, I quickly realize that he has cuffed me so that my arms encircle the trunk of a small tree.

Darren doesn't say anything, and for a while, I can't even sense his presence. I begin to fear that he has left me. Left me naked and cuffed in a semi-public place. My pulse quickens, and my breathing becomes erratic. Then suddenly, he is there. He is behind me. With a smack on my ass, my fears fade away, and my desire returns.

He doesn't waste much time before his fingers find my wet slit, sliding through my lips, and dipping into my eager sex. Two fingers begin to plunge in and out of me as I gasp and moan from the invasion of them. Darren's other hand comes up and paws at my bare breast, squeezing with a firm delicacy as he whispers into my ear, "Tell me what you want, Tiffany."

I groan as he pushes his fingers all the way into me, and then, in a desperate gasp, I say, "I want you to fuck me."

Suddenly, his fingers pull out of me, and he backs away. Left in a frantic state, I begin to beg.

"Please. Please, come back. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me, please."

I hear him chuckle at my frenzy. At the same time, his hands grip onto my hips and pull me back. I have to shuffle my feet backwards, and because I'm cuffed to the tree, I automatically bend at the waist. He gives my ass another slap, and then I feel his cock head nudge at my pussy. I can't help myself, and I groan out a guttural, "Yeeeesssss."

One shift push, and he is buried balls deep inside of me. I gasp at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. Within seconds, Darren builds a steady rhythm, and I am quickly panting as an orgasm begins to build inside of me. His hands remain on my hips through it all, except for the few times he provides my butt a good smack. Everything else, where we are, and the potential of being caught, goes out of my head. All I focus on is the intense pleasure I am being provided and the thrill of it being done publicly.

However, though I hoped the experience could last longer, Darren began to grunt, and his rhythm became erratic. I know instantly what is happening, and try to compel him to hold on.

"No, not yet. Keep going, please," I plead, but to no avail. He grunts and huffs out his breath as he pushes himself fully into my pulsing vagina. His cock twitches as he shoots his load into me, and it is in that moment that I feel used and cheap. I love it.

A few seconds later, after he has come down from his climax, I feel him pull away and slip his softening cock out of my sex. His seed slowly begins to follow, but it doesn't immediately leak out. He had deposited it deep inside of me, and I can keep it inside like a present. I hear the sound of him pulling up and refastening his pants. Then the sound of his duffel bag being packed. I expect him to soon come over and unlock me, but when he approaches, it is from behind.

He leans over me and says in my ear, "That was fun, but I should get going." I wiggle my wrists to indicate to him that I am still restrained, and he chuckles. "Don't worry. The cuffs are on a timer lock. I set them to thirty minutes, so they should open in about twenty."

I then feel him move away and can hear his footsteps receding, and before he is fully gone, he shouts back, "Text me when you wanna do this again." That's it, I'm all alone, naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to a tree in a very public nature park. I should be afraid, but the only thing I wished for at that moment was that one of my hands was free so I could rub myself off to what would truly be a huge orgasm.

Eventually, after cycling through waves of emotions and fears, the cuffs finally detached with a click, and with shaky arms, I lifted my hands to remove the blindfold. As my eyes adjusted and I surveyed my situation, it was apparent that not only had Darren left, but he had also left me with one last surprise and humiliation.

Looking to where my dress should have been, I did not find it. Instead, on the ground was a yellow document envelope with a note taped to it. Bending down to retrieve the item, I read the note, and my heart fluttered with trepidation.

Tiffany,

I thought you would like to add a bit more fun to our outing. So, as you are reading this note, you know I have your clothes. But I'm not such an evil genius to leave you stranded naked. Inside is a replacement outfit. I think it will make your trek back to your car all the more exciting. Have fun!

Darren

Opening the envelope, I find a very minimal string bikini. It's bright red and consists of a few simple fabric triangles to cover my private bits and not much else. It is the perfect thing to make walking back to my car more humiliating. A smile as I tie the tiny suit on.

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End of the Story

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