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womans hands gripping bark of a big hickory tree in the winter at night

She's at the mercy of their pleasure deep in the cold woods

“Is it much further?” I asked. “You still don’t have permission to speak,” Sir answered, tightening his grip on the back of my neck. We had been walking down the dark trail from our campsite for what had to have been thirty minutes now. Sir’s thick wool trench coat, which he had been generous enough to lend to me for our trek, blocked the cold wind — but every so often, a gust would come up through the opening that nearly dragged at my feet, biting at my body that was completely nude underneath, chilling me to my core.

Snowfall had come through just hours earlier, and with each step came a satisfying crunch of virgin powder beneath my boots. As I shivered, I had to admire how stoic Sir was against the elements, donning a jacket not half the thickness of his coat I wore, yet seeming half as bothered as I was, marching on as though this was some brisk morning in spring, determined, though determined to reach what I did not yet know. He must have had something delicious or diabolical planned for me up ahead, given my order to march with none of my clothing beneath his coat, but how I now wished he would have just schemed to use me back at our camp, where there was a warm tent, and a fire…

Meeting the Stranger

At the crest of the hill we climbed, a clearing in the forest came into view, and I could see that the clouds from the earlier storm were beginning to part. Where the sky had once been mottled with white specs of snow, there was now the twinkling of brilliant white stars. I became so captivated by the surrounding scenery that I almost didn’t notice the figure standing at the other end of the clearing just ahead of us. By the time I became aware of his presence, we were practically close enough for him to reach out and grab me. Startled, I looked him up and down, noticing first his hand rubbing against his jeans at his cock, and then taking a look at his face and realizing that I recognized him from our hike earlier in the day — and how could I forget him? He was ruggedly handsome, with a thick beard, strong, veined arms, and dark, cunning eyes. Could Sir have noticed the longing look I had given him in our very brief passing earlier?

“You think I can’t see what you crave, slut?” Sir leaned in and growled in my ear, confirming that he had caught on to my longing glance earlier that day. The stranger chuckled, gripping harder at the bulge of his cock. I had always admired how resourceful Sir could be, especially when it came to my pleasure, and yet as I traced back all we had done today, I was at a loss. How did he possibly find this stranger, with whom we’d shared only a brief smile and a wave, within acres and acres of wilderness, to get him to meet us in this spot in this moment? I was not given much time to ponder this question. “What? I bring you what you want, and now you just stand here? Get on your knees.” Not one to disobey orders, I fell to my knees immediately, with only Sir’s long coat between me and the thick blanket of snow.

Warming Her Up

Both men stood in front of me now and revealed their cocks, both of them gloriously long, thick, and rock hard. The stranger stepped forward first. I parted my lips, and with no hesitation, he was inside my mouth. I sucked on his cock and worked it with my tongue. He kept a firm grip on the back of my head by my hair and rocked his hips slowly back and forth. When he started to let loose, releasing the first moans of pleasure from deep within his chest, I was empowered to start sucking harder and moving my head back and forth just a bit faster. Now, Sir chimed in, "This girl is a real fucking whore." There was unmistakable pride in his voice as he said so. "We should treat her like a real fucking whore." The stranger pulled his perfect cock out of my mouth, and Sir immediately shoved his in, far more forcefully than the stranger had, and began to ruthlessly fuck my face. Whereas with the stranger, I felt empowered and in control to please his cock at the pace that I chose, with Sir, he held all the power, and my face was just a hole. He thrust violently, the tip of his cock penetrating the back of my throat, and drool started pouring all down my chin. Though I hadn't thought it possible, I could now see the stranger's cock, from the corner of my eye, growing even larger and harder. "She looks ready to be fucked," the stranger chimed in, speaking for the first time. He couldn't have been more right.

Sir gave him a nod and pulled his cock from my throat, allowing me to gasp for air at last. I was given barely a moment to breathe before being yanked up from my knees and being shoved, bent over, with my face and chest against a great hickory tree. I wrapped my arms around the tree for support, my fingers growing numb as they gripped at the icy bark. My chin and neck felt the bitter sting of the cold as well when a gust blew across the saliva that coated my skin. Sir yanked the trench coat from my ankles up to my waist. I let out a gasp and a deep shiver when I felt the blast of the cold air nipping against my completely bare legs, ass, and now dripping wet pussy. I don't know if I have ever felt colder. "Let's warm this slut up," said Sir, and warm me up they did.

The stranger was bolder in his approach this time, having just watched Sir handle my mouth so forcefully. His hands grasping at my hips provided welcome warmth. There was no easing into my pussy now; as soon as he slid his cock in, he began pounding away. Suddenly, it was as if the cold wasn't there at all; warm waves of ecstasy overcame my body. I began moaning loudly, but Sir put a stop to that immediately. "You STILL don't have permission to speak," he barked at me, grabbing me by the hair as the stranger fucked me harder and harder. Sir removed one of his thick leather gloves and shoved it in my mouth, muffling any noise that I dared to make. "Better," he mused as the stranger pulled his cock out of me, and Sir stepped in to take his turn, pounding me without mercy.

The two would continue to take their turns on me, my face pressed against the hickory, with every care in the world having melted away. By the time both Sir and stranger were satisfied with using me up, having both shot multiple loads inside of me, dawn was beginning to break. With my voice silenced by Sir's glove, I'll never forget, above all, the sound of the pleasure we shared that night. The blanket of snow in the woods cast a peaceful silence around us, that silence broken by only the violent pounding of skin on skin.

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