Timberlust: Chainsaw Seduction (L)

The chainsaw’s metallic shriek still echoed in my ears as I watched Damon wrestle with the ancient pines, sweat slicking his bare chest and biceps bulging beneath his ripped t-shirt. The scent of fresh sawdust mingled with the humid forest air, a primal aroma that both invigorated and aroused me. Elena, perched on the tailgate of his pickup, felt an undeniable pull toward this raw, masculine display. The way his muscles flexed with each swing of the saw, the beads of perspiration tracing paths down his face – it was a primal spectacle, a brutal beauty that ignited a fire within her. She’d never been one for gentle affection, and the wildness of this scene, the sheer physicality of it, felt exhilaratingly appropriate.

The landowner’s absence had been a relief, removing any potential complications to their afternoon rendezvous. As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the timber lot, Elena decided it was time. She meticulously peeled off her shirt, pants, and bra, laying out the discarded garments in a neat trail from the truck bed to her position on the tailgate. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she lowered herself onto the worn leather, her thighs already responding to the heat of the day. The dampness between her legs, a subtle reminder of her arousal, confirmed her instincts – this was going to be a memorable lunch break.

The sudden cessation of the chainsaw’s roar startled her, followed by Damon’s familiar footsteps approaching. A lopsided grin spread across his face as he rounded the truck, his eyes lingering on the discarded clothing and the unmistakable signs of her readiness. “What are you up to?” he asked, his voice laced with playful challenge.

“I thought we could have dessert before lunch,” she replied, returning his grin with a touch of brazen seduction. The air crackled with unspoken desire, the scent of pine and testosterone hanging heavy in the humid air.

“That sounds like a fantastic idea to me!” Damon declared, stepping between her legs, spreading them wide in a gesture of blatant invitation. The world seemed to narrow to this intimate space, a pocket of heat and anticipation. They met in the center of her arousal, tongues tangling in a frenzied dance, a silent conversation of lust and longing. His hand found its way beneath her thighs, tracing the contours of her body while his mouth explored the delicate folds of her pussy lips. The fabric of her underwear quickly became saturated, a tangible sign of the pleasure building within her.

Damon pulled back slightly, lifting her off the tailgate and spinning her gently. He began to suck on her neck, his rough lips leaving a tingling sensation on her skin, while his hands moved across her body, lingering over her breasts and the sensitive flesh of her ass. A quick, decisive rip tore her panties from her legs, sending a jolt of excitement through her. He pushed her legs apart, placing his hand on the small of her back and gently guiding her to lie down on the tailgate. His fingers toyed with her pussy lips, teasing and tantalizing, causing her to writhe with anticipation. As he scratched her back and ass, a primal moan escaped her lips, a release of pent-up desire. Then, he thrust his thumb deep into her wet pussy, rubbing his other fingers over her clit, escalating the intensity of her pleasure.

Elena jumped and her eyes widened in surprise as he abruptly withdrew, spanking her ass with a swift, sharp blow. The pain was intense, but it was also a welcome sensation, a reminder of his dominance and control. "Grab the blanket we brought for lunch," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

Elena swiftly retrieved the blanket and the lunchbox, her movements fueled by adrenaline and the escalating heat between her legs. As Damon grabbed his shemagh, a type of scarf, she noticed it with a detached curiosity, a strange detail in an otherwise familiar scene. He led them to a shady spot beneath a large oak tree, where they spread out the blanket and set down their lunch. Damon then instructed her to close her eyes and tie the scarf across her lids, plunging her into darkness and amplifying her vulnerability. Lying naked in the middle of the woods, blind and exposed, she realized the full extent of her submission, and a shiver of both fear and excitement coursed through her veins.

When Damon returned, he didn't waste any time. He swiftly retrieved several lengths of the long rope he used for pulling trees, draping them across her bare body before leaving again to find a long branch and use a hatchet to remove the small branches from it, smoothing a few inches at each end. As she lay excitedly waiting, she was acutely aware of her vulnerability, naked and helpless in the heart of the forest. The sight of the ropes, so casually discarded, fueled her anxiety and anticipation.

Upon his return, Damon began to meticulously construct her restraints. He tied the rope ends to the branches above her head, creating a makeshift but effective harness. One piece of rope was looped around her ankles, while another held her hands together, binding them above her head. The feeling of helplessness was profound, but it was intertwined with a delicious sense of anticipation.

Elena found herself completely vulnerable, her body naked and exposed, her hands tied above her head and her legs stretched out before her. Her pussy and ass were completely bare, leaving no room for doubt about her predicament. Damon now had complete access to every inch of her body, a power dynamic that both frightened and thrilled her.

He began to run his nails lightly along her calves and thighs, slowly approaching her pussy, his movements deliberate and provocative. The anticipation mounted, each brush of his nails sending shivers down her spine. He continued to circle her pussy, teasing and tantalizing, until he reached her lips, tracing the delicate folds with his fingertips. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, filling the air with a potent combination of sweat and desire.

Elena’s juices began to flow freely, her pussy feeling like velvet as Damon traced his finger up and down her lips. He took the grapes they had packed for dessert and dropped one into her mouth. After she’d swallowed, he spanked her ass, sending a sharp jolt through her body. Then, he slid a single finger inside her pussy, rubbing her clit with his thumb, escalating the intensity of her pleasure.

Elena attempted to thrust her hips up, desperate for release, but her restraints prevented any movement. She realized her utter dependence on him, a realization that both terrified and thrilled her. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and she was powerless to resist.

Damon continued his assault, sliding two fingers inside her pussy and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She gasped, her body arching in response to the increased stimulation. As he continued to penetrate her, her pussy began to pulse with pleasure, sending waves of sensation through her body.

Suddenly, a blast of icy water drenched her nipples and stomach, a shocking interruption to her mounting arousal. "You ass!" she shrieked, her voice laced with frustration and surprise.

"No, no, you don't get a say in what happens to you," Damon replied, his voice dripping with amusement. "In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in charge right now." He then spanked her pussy again, sending another wave of pleasure through her body.

Damon withdrew his fingers, soaked with her juices. He began to lightly tap her pussy with his fingers, alternating between gentle caresses and forceful smacks. The rhythmic stimulation built her excitement, pushing her closer to orgasm. He found the center point of the branch between her feet, tied more rope to it, and threw the opposite end over a branch above them. His tug then caused her legs to rise, unable to close them, she felt the breeze on her exposed pussy, sending a thrill through her. He tied off that rope to the center point again. With another length, he tied her hands together and placed them on the ground above her head, then tied the loose end to the tree’s base.

Elena was now naked, with hands bound and extended, tits on full display, and legs outstretched above her. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed. Damon now had access to every inch of her.

He continued his assault, running his nails along her calves and thighs as he drew closer to her pussy. He teased her with gentle caresses, building the anticipation before unleashing a torrent of pleasure. He slid a single finger inside her, only a little bit, before withdrawing and resuming his rhythmic tapping. The combined effect was overwhelming, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Elena's juices flowed freely, her pussy feeling like velvet as Damon traced his finger up and down her lips. He took the remaining grapes and fed them to her one by one, each bite fueling her desire. Then, he slid his finger further into her pussy, and she let out a moan. Her sensitivity built as he continued to switch between the two sensations, her body trembling with anticipation.

As he continued his assault, Elena gasped as ice-cold water dribbled onto her nipples and stomach. "You ass!" she shrieked, her voice laced with frustration and surprise. "Don't you dare!"

“No, no, you don’t get a say in what happens to you,” Damon replied, his voice dripping with amusement. "In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in charge right now." He then spanked her pussy again, sending another wave of pleasure through her body.

Damon withdrew his fingers, soaked with her juices. He began to lightly tap her pussy with his fingers, alternating between gentle caresses and forceful smacks. The rhythmic stimulation built her excitement, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. He found the center point of the branch between her feet, tied more rope to it, and threw the opposite end over a branch above them. His tug then caused her legs to rise, unable to close them, she felt the breeze on her exposed pussy, sending a thrill through her. He tied off that rope to the center point again. With another length, he tied her hands together and placed them on the ground above her head, then tied the loose end to the tree’s base.

Elena was now naked, with hands bound and extended, tits on full display, and legs outstretched above her. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed. Damon now had access to every inch of her.

He began to run his nails lightly along her calves and thighs as he slowly ventured closer and closer to her pussy. Eventually, he made small circles around her pussy lips, teasing them. He could see her dew collecting on her pussy and glistening in the sunlight. Damon watched as the wetness dripped down toward her ass. He paused to get as naked as her.

Elena’s juices made her pussy feel like velvet as Damon traced his finger up and down her lips. He took the grapes they had packed for dessert and dropped one into her mouth. After she’d swallowed, he smacked her ass. A gasp escaped Elena’s lips. He applied pressure to her pussy mound with his palm while he fed her another grape. This time he lightly spanked her pussy lips, sending waves through her body that brought forth a moan. He slid a single finger inside her, but only a little of it.

Elena attempted to thrust her hips up, dying to have her pussy filled. She realized then how hopelessly tied up she was. He could do whatever he wanted to her. He fed her another grape and slid his finger further into her pussy, then massaged her breasts with his free hand. Sliding a second finger in filled her even more. Her pussy now made wet sounds as he moved his fingers.

While he was still moving his fingers inside her, Elena gasped as ice-cold water dribbled onto her nipples and stomach. "You ass!" she shrieked.

“No, no, you don’t get a say in what happens to you,” as he spanked her pussy again. “Now you are going to come for me like this.”

Elena, now breathing heavily, shook her head yes. “What’s that?” Damon asked. “You want round two?”

“Yes, okay!”

“Maybe you need a little more time.”

“I want your fucking cock, and I want it all the way inside of me right now!”

Damon laughed at her demanding tone but drove his cock balls deep into her, and Elena moaned loudly. He continued to rub her clit as he slowly thrust in and out of her. With each stroke, he withdrew his cock just far enough to leave the only head in, then slid back in balls deep. Before very long, she was coming again, and it was a good thing because he was about to blow.

“FUUUUCK!!” she yelled, and that was enough to send Damon over the edge, shooting his hot load into her. He kept thrusting, feeling the pleasure of her pussy pulsing around his cock.

Damon then withdrew and stood. He stepped away and watched as his cum flowed from her pussy, the sight almost making him hard again.

“Where did you go?” Elena whined.

She could hear Damon’s smile in his reply. “I’m just enjoying the sights is all.”

“You better get me untied,” she said with a sigh.

“Nah, I think I’ll leave you right here so I can look at you while I’m working.”

“You absolutely will not! Now untie me!”

“Okay, okay…” Damon untied her. She then used the blindfold to clean herself up. They lay on the blanket together naked, basking in the afterglow from their sex.

Twenty minutes later, Elena reached down to massage Damon’s balls and run her hand up and down his shaft. “What are you doing?” he asked incredulously. “You want round two?”

She smiled seductively. “We have time before the lunch hour is up. Why not?”

“I’m in!”

“And maybe this time, I’ll tie you up.”

“You bet!”

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