She
glanced over at him and saw his lip twitch into a smirk. “Where
are we going?” she asked for the millionth time since they had
gotten into the car.
“You'll
find out soon enough,” came his reply as he turned sharply on the
steering wheel, sending the car up a narrow dirt road.
“Whoa!”
Roxanne
was in awe as a large log cabin came into view, the afternoon
sunlight reflecting off the windows, creating a stunning effect of
light.
The
car came to stop. He turned to her. “We're here,” he said,
simply as he got out, expecting her to follow. Roxanne did, climbing
out slowly, taking in her surroundings. The forest was dense, the
tree trunks were huge. A few flickers of light shone through the
leafy canopy, creating stunning beams of golden rays over the mossy
ground. It was simply breathtaking.
When
he had called her early that week to inform her that he was taking
her on a mountain retreat, she had never envisioned this. Upon
hearing the word retreat, she began mentally packing her bag. Warm
clothing, sweaters, jeans, hiking boots. But he surprised her by
telling her not to pack anything. Roxanne had protested, stating
that there was no way he would be able to pack all his things plus
hers into one suitcase. Eventually, to avoid an argument, he agreed
to let her bring a small suitcase which he had promptly thrown into
the trunk of the car the moment he picked her up.
His
silence on the drive to the cabin had bothered Roxanne. She was
getting chills down her spine as the thought of her previous
encounters with him flooded her mind. Now, she was in the middle of
no where with him, miles from anyone else.
When
she turned around, Roxanne noticed he was already standing by the
door of the cabin. A simple black duffel bag was in his hand. “You
forgot my bag,” she told him as she approached the door. He
smiled, his eyes roaming over her body.
“I'll
get it once I get the place opened up,” he said. “Don't want
this place smelling like moth balls.” He chuckled as the key
turned in the lock, opening the door to the cabin.
The
cabin was beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows, a large stone
fireplace and gorgeous views of the lake and surrounding forest.
Roxanne was in awe. She moved into the centre of the room, admiring
the view.
She
turned when she heard the door close. She smiled at him. “This
place is spectacular!” she exclaimed, slipping her hands into the
pockets of her jeans.
He
nodded, not moving from the entry. “It is beautiful,” he agreed.
“Now, strip.”
Roxanne
turned her head. “I'm sorry, what?” she asked, her eyes flashing
in defiance.
“Strip.”
“No.”
He
smiled, taking a step towards her, his black bag still in hand. “I
thought I might have some problems with you,” he said, placing the
bag on a small table. He unzipped it. “Now, you can either strip
yourself, or let me do it.”
Roxanne
folded her arms across her chest. She was not in the mood for one of
his sex games.
He
chuckled again. With one swift motion he had grabbed her wrist in
his hand, pulling it behind her. Roxanne let out a surprised cry,
pulling against his strength. She was no match for him.
He
manoeuvred her other hand behind her back, grasping her wrists
tightly with his left hand as his right rummaged through his duffel
bag until he found what he was looking for.
Roxanne's
eyes widened as he dangled the pair of black leather cuffs in front
of her face. “Do you want me to use these?” he asked, his lips
brushing against her ear.
Roxanne
shook her head violently. He released his grip on her wrists,
letting her go. She stood facing him. Without being told, she
pulled her T-shirt over her head, discarding it. She kicked off her
shoes, removed her socks and unzipped her jeans. She stood before
him in her black lace bra and panties.
“Take
them off,” he commanded, his voice thick with want and desire.
Roxanne obeyed, discarding both bra and panties onto the pile of her
clothes. Automatically, her hands covered her breasts, her legs
crossing at the ankles.
He
reached into the bag, a smirk on his face. “Now, that's better.
If you haven't guessed, this week will be a continuous game. While
we're here, you're not to wear anything except what's in this bag.
You will refer to me as 'Master' the entire time. Do you
understand?”
Roxanne
nodded, her hair falling in front of her eyes. She was surprised by
how his tone of voice had an affect on her body. She could feel her
thighs tremble and a sudden dampness. She felt her cheeks burn as he
approached her with the ominous bag.
She
peaked inside and licked her lips. Staring back at her was her fox
ears, tail and black collar with small bell. The same outfit she had
donned for him a couple of months ago.
When
they had spoken openly about it, she had told him it had been fun
being his little fox and that she would love to do it again. He had
agreed, but that was it. There was no other mention of it and their
sex life hadn't suffered in the slightest. In fact, she had almost
forgotten about that night she had spent as a fox. Almost...
Glancing
up at him, Roxanne saw his eyes soften. “Our safe word will remain
the same,” he told her, stroking her hair. “If at any time you
want to quit this, just say the word and I'll remove the tail and
ears.” She nodded, reaching her hand into the bag, pulling the
ears out and placing them on her head.
He
removed her necklace and replaced it with the collar before pulling
out the tail. Since that initial introduction to it, they had
experienced anal sex. And while it was something that Roxanne wasn't
use to, and at times it did hurt her, it wasn't completely
unpleasant. But still, the thought of anything entering her body
through her ass caused her to tense up.
He
turned her around so her back was to him. She felt his fingers trail
down her spine. The touch was light, sweet. She felt the fur of the
fox tail follow the path left by his fingers. She turned to look at
him, her blue-green eyes wide as she saw him rub some lubricant onto
the plug end of the tail. Then he squirted some onto his hand and
massaged her butt, slipping two fingers into her.
"I
don't know if I want to do this," Roxanne said, looking over her
shoulder.
He
smiled. "Of course you do. The only problem you have is that
you won't admit that it excites you. Sexual satisfaction can be
arrived in many ways, and these are just some of them. You're
naturally submissive, Roxanne. It's about time you accepted that."
With those words, he pressed the tip of the plug against her anus,
pressing hard until it slipped inside her, creating a surprised cry
from her as she felt it filling her.
He
reached into the bag one more time and produced a pair of black
heels. He knelt before her and told her to lift one leg at a time.
As she did he got a good eyeful of her body, the fox tail swishing
over her flesh, causing goosebumps to rise.
Once
he had slipped her feet into the heels, he stood up and looked at
her, his eyes dancing with delight. Her newly blonde hair made her
red ears stand out even further. The blush in her cheeks matched the
fur. He jingled her collar, feeling the coolness of the bell against
his palm.
She
stared at him, quizzical as he circled her, admiring the view of the
gorgeous creature before him. He tapped his chin, his eyes darkening
as he stared at her. “Run,” he commanded.
Roxanne's
eyes grew wide as she shrank back against the wall, the tail pressing
into her body further causing a surprise gasp from her.
He
nodded to the door. “Run,” he told her again.
“B-b-b-but
I can't!” she cried, protesting that she was naked.
He
held up his hand, bringing it down on her ass. She yelped and took
off, pulling open the front door of the cabin and sprinting out into
the woods as best she could in the impossible heels he had her in.
He
followed slowly, keeping her in his sights as she climbed over logs,
rounding bushes and trees before leaping over a small creek. She
stopped to catch her breath, leaning over a fallen tree when he came
up behind her, wrapping his arm around her body, feeling her nipples
harden beneath his hands as he tweaked them, pulling them taut so
they were hard like diamonds.
Roxanne
moaned, grinding her hips against him as he continued to play with
her.
“It
occurred to me that foxes don't have hands,” he whispered in her
ear as she placed her hands atop his, guiding his to squeeze her
breasts the way she liked.
Before
she had time to say anything, he had secured her hands behind her
back and bent her over the log. The bark from the tree rubbed
against her nipples, causing a new sensation to sweep through her.
The roughness felt different and she could feel each individual ridge
in the wood as she squirmed.
His
hand slid in between her legs, rubbing against her moist centre,
feeling her juices seep onto his fingers. She groaned as he traced a
single finger over her clitoris, teasing her, feeling her hips buck
against him, bumping his erection.
He
let out a primal groan, closing his eyes briefly. He could feel her
hips making small circles on his palm, in an attempt to get herself
off. His eyes fluttered open, his lip twitching upwards into a grin.
What a naughty girl she was.
He
spread her sex, sliding in two fingers. He felt the warmth of her
body greet him as he rubbed his fingers deep inside her, causing soft
groans of approval to escape from her. He grinned as he continued
feeling her body quiver beneath his own. To test her, he slid
another finger in. She gasped, eyes opening wide as she felt the
third invader probe deep inside her.
Roxanne
rocked her hips back and forth, lightly tugging on her restraints,
the bark rubbing against her nipples. If he kept this up, she would
come. It was inevitable.
He
could feel her body respond. Her clitoris pulsed against his thumb
as his fingers probed deep inside her. He could feel his hand
growing slicker with her wetness with each thrust of his exploring
digits.
As
he added his forth finger, stretching her, she began to shudder,
convulsing as her orgasm washed over her, consuming her. Roxanne let
out a strangled cry as she fell against the log, scraping herself
against the rough bark.
Her
eyes were closed, her breathing hard, as he unzipped himself, freeing
his pulsing manhood to the world. He picked her up in his arms and
took a seat on the log, impaling Roxanne with his quivering member.
Roxanne's
eyes shot open as she felt his full length disappear inside her. He
held her hips firmly as he waited for her to begin to rock from side
to side. When she didn't move, he took one of her nipples into his
mouth, rolling his tongue around it before nipping at it, sending a
shiver down her spine.
Slowly,
Roxanne began to rock back and forth, her hips making slow figure
eights. She wanted to rest her hands on his chest, to feel his
muscles as she rode him. With them behind her back she felt more
awkward than usual.
She
felt his hips buck, forcing himself deep inside her. Her groans were
becoming more audible as she stopped moving and let him take over.
He placed his mouth over one of her nipples, gripped her hips with
his hands and began lifting her on and off. He teased her by pulling
her right off and only having the tip of his rock hard cock buried
inside her, before plunging her back down on him, his hips rising to
meet hers.
Sweat
dripped from his brow as he stared up at his sexy fox. Her head had
fallen back, her hands still behind her back, pressing her breasts
forward and her tail fell between his legs. He loved the feel of it
as he thrust deeply into her. Releasing one of her hips, he reached
down and grabbed the tail, pulling it slightly, causing Roxanne to
moan louder.
That
familiar feeling stirred in her belly. She could feel another orgasm
approaching. He could feel it too. Her body began to tense. Sweat
slid down her neck, in between her breasts. He dropped her tail and
slid his hand in between their grinding bodies, rubbing her clit
until she let out a monstrous cry of pleasure as she came hard.
He
couldn't hold it any longer and thrust upwards, filling her
completely as he shot his creamy, thick load deep inside her. Her
muscles, clenched, tightening around his cock, milking him until he
was completely drained.
She
collapsed against him, breathing hard, her hair matting against her
skin.
They
sat there, still, catching their breath for a few moments.
Carefully, he lifted her off him. He watched as both his come and
hers leaked out of her.
He
placed her carefully on the log while he fixed himself up. He
unchained her wrists and watched as she rubbed them in an attempt to
get the circulation back into her arms.
Licking
her lips, she glanced up at him. “Do I really have to wear this
all week?” she asked, shivering slightly as the cool evening air
brushed over her naked flesh, causing her nipples to harden further.
He smiled slyly, watching her body react to the environment.
“Yes,”
he replied, helping her to her feet, their combined juices trailing
down her leg. His hand brushed over her tail, tugging it teasingly,
watching her reaction as she backed into him, eyes closing.
The
breeze washed over them again. Roxanne shivered, rubbing her arms.
He gave her a hug, his arms wrapping around her. “B-b-b-but it's
cold,” she stammered, as he picked her up and began carrying her
back to the cabin, her tail swishing about in the chilling wind as he
walked.
“Don't
worry, my little fox,” he said. “I have plenty of ways to keep
you warm for the week.”
Roxanne
felt a shiver of excitement spread through her body as she caught his
eye and he winked as he carried her back to the isolated cabin.
Dear God, this is a brilliant conclusion to the original story. A little worried about what you're getting up to now a days, but over all this story was remarkable.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if we'll see the return of the fox anytime soon...
Wow! I had to go back and reread Hunting Season just to refresh my memory, but this is pretty hot on its own. Love it.
ReplyDeleteDAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN FOXY LADY IN DA WOODS!!!
ReplyDeleteOK, I have a new favorite series now. The Hunting Season works are by far the best ever! Great job.
ReplyDeleteAs i told you my love there is plenty of comments and i can see many more esp when the next lot hits the web.
ReplyDeleteI so want to have sex in the woods now. Just without the tail and ears. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteHot.
ReplyDelete“Don't worry, my little fox,” he said. “I have plenty of ways to keep you warm for the week.” There's going to be more to this series. Love it. I've always wanted a pet fox...
ReplyDeleteOh wow. This was a very hot chapter in what will clearly be an exciting series.
ReplyDeleteJust out of curiousity, is Roxanne you? And is 'Him' this new guy in your life? Because if so, your sex life is steaming hot!
Came across this from Trent's facebook. Loving everything on here, but this and Hunting Season are the hottest stories ever. Don't care if it's experience talking or not, marry me.
ReplyDeleteFUck me. hot story. can you be my fox?
ReplyDeleteOh and to all the marriage requests RACK OFF SHES MINE lol
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