The Authority She Craves

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction and the product of my imagination. All characters are over 18 years old, capable of giving consent, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. The events described are entirely fictional and not meant to encourage or promote real-life behavior. Please do not copy, share, or reproduce this work without my permission.

Potential triggerwarning: religious trauma (as words like god, hell etc. are mentioned in a rather scared context.)

Note from author:

Welcome to my page! This is my first-ever short story and overall story here. It is meant to serve as an introduction to a longer story I haven't really made my mind up about yet. So we'll see where that goes. Please note that English isn't my first language, and criticism and new ideas are highly welcomed here so I can make my stories hotter and better with practice.

Now, enough boring stuff; have fun reading and enjoy yourself! ;)

----------------------------------------

The wind played with her rosy cheeks as she lay in the soft grass in the middle of nowhere, admiring the small winged creature before her in silence.

The high, dark spruces built an almost black background for the scene, only offering so much cover from the hot sun radiating against the softest parts of her exposed pale skin.

It almost made her skin look like it was reflecting the light rather than absorbing the heat, as if she herself were the sun.

With a deep sigh leaving her red lips, she stopped observing the yellow butterfly and turned over onto her back. The cold green grass welcomed her peach-shaped ass back into the dent it had already formed.

In the process, her petite figure was framed by flowers, letting her slightly opened, ruffled blouse in pure white resemble a missed spot on a canvas.

Her fiery red hair was spread out as if she had just slept, and her dark eyes wandered blissfully across the clearing between the trees, her body and mind at ease.

As the butterfly fluttered away, the young woman slowly traced its path for a while, as if she were trying to study it before waving goodbye. Suddenly stopping her childlike behavior, she lowered her hand against her perky small breasts, giving them a small pinch before she let out another sigh and kissed her own hand. While tracing her body all the way down to her knee-length red and white checkered skirt, she smiled into the nothingness of the blue sky. She looked soft like silk, and her flowing clothes reminded me of the ocean waves.

Once again, the eyes of the beauty darted through the field of wildflowers surrounding her. She was totally unaware of my presence as her hand started to slowly expose more and more of her legs before I could finally see what that angel was really trying to caress--there, far away from me.

The beautiful body of hers trembled beneath its own shy touch. She giggled as if she had just realized she was the one able to stop the teasing. After stroking her naked thighs for what felt like an eternity, driving my mind insane, her freckled hand quickly lifted her skirt and finally found the glistening wet spot between her legs.

Her slender hand now immediately started to grind hard against her hot, wet flesh as she let out a muffled moan. "Ugh- that's... that's... hmm..." A wave of relief washed over her surprised expression. Her grinding abdomen passionately picked up more and more pace, spreading her juices all over her fingers, causing me to lick my lips at the thought of her taste and the look of her flushing pink womanhood, so ready for more.

Then, at first, one of her fingers seemed to slip into her by accident. Her head flew back into the meadow as she felt its entrance seemingly for the first time. My eyes grew wider as hers shut in enjoyment. Her mouth formed an 'O' sound as she purposely let another one sink into herself. She was now fingering herself with more speed and roughness, adding a second one. "They... didn't want... want meee... oh... that's so good..." Her head seemed to be drowned in thoughts she couldn't get out. 'That tortured girl of mine...' I thought in amusement.

Her breasts jumped up and down in the rhythm of her fingers entering her with more force each time. Out of nowhere, her tight ass was facing me again, sticking high up toward the sky with her pussy juices leaking, dripping down her long manicured fingers. Her other hand dug into the hard earth, searching for a hold.

She ripped out the delicate flowers that had been exposed to her loving admiration just moments earlier as she roughly bounced on her own fingers, moaning louder as the hot knot of desperate willingness to get fucked grew bigger in her.

She wanted to get untied, unleash herself fully, and feel the complete emptiness in her head when she came. Deep down, she knew that she needed someone to use her right now, and I sure as hell felt it too, as my member twitched.

She seemed almost hysterical now; nothing was enough. She forced three fingers inside her, daggering herself with them. My cock grew harder and harder in my pants; I could give her everything she needed. I just knew it, as a fever-like sensation took over me. I dared to capture this beautiful moment for eternity, and so I snapped my first picture of her breathing so fast while I was holding my breath.

She let out a hoarse scream, circling her clit so hard that it turned red and her fingers white from the pressure. Her knees gave out, and she lay on her back once again, with her legs twitching against each other from the tension and trembling in anticipation of her climax. Her feet shook and her toes clamped into the grass. "God--why, why just now?" she stuttered under her heavy breathing.

Her delicate fingers tore away at her rose lace bralette. She exposed her hard nipples to the cold air--and to me.

I told myself that was what she wanted: to finally give me the show I so desperately begged from her all this time--the sight I had awaited since I first laid eyes on her. She gave her nipples a hard twist and arched her back in response to my thoughts.

That shy girl was on edge, and I could basically feel her begging for the end of it beneath me. My heart was now relentlessly pounding against my chest as the wet spot in my pants grew from my stroking. I tried to keep quiet as tears of release filled her eyes. Seconds later, with her own hand grabbing her neck and therefore cutting off her airflow, she came hard, biting down on her lips as her eyes flew open in total shock.

Her whole body twitched and shook in ecstasy; her hole was pulsing and soaking the grass beneath her in the juices that were dripping down her legs, and her messy hair barely covered her erect nipples. She was just perfect as she lay there sobbing, completely in distress over what she was able to do to herself.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came down from her high.

Not even she knew if that was because of her climax or her disappointment. She clearly was a mess, alone out in the wild, way too desperate to be one of God's children--certainly a dirty servant to another master.

"Why would they forbid me... this... gift...? It's so unfair! I... oh no, please please I don't want to go to hell... please God. Why am I so wrong?!" she cried out as I left, fully aware this wouldn't be our last time together.

She was capable of taking so much more, and I would make it my pleasure to show her that.