OxonWoods Man

Category: Fantasy

  • Ella – First Meeting

    Ella perched at the hotel bar, her skin prickling with restless heat as she toyed with her wine glass. She’d scrubbed the day’s grind off in a steamy shower, trading her stiff suit for a loose top that grazed her curves and leggings so tight they moulded to her thighs, Richard’s admitted obsession, confessed in husky whispers over months of dirty calls and texts. Tonight, her work trip had aligned with his freedom, and the pent-up lust between them was a live grenade, ticking down.

    Her phone buzzed. Here. Where you at? Her cunt throbbed at his words. Bar, left corner. Baggy top, black leggings, hurry the fuck up, she typed, smirking as she sipped her wine, legs squeezing together.

    He strode in moments later, tall, all muscle and menace, his eyes slicing through the dim light until they locked on her. That filthy grin spread slow across his face, and her breath caught, pussy already slick. She stood as he closed in, legs trembling, and planted a teasing peck on his cheek his stubble rough, his scent a drug of cedar and sweat. They dropped into their seats, the air crackling. The bartender slid him a whiskey, but Ella’s focus was on his hands, big, rough, made for wrecking her.

    “Drive okay?” she purred, voice thick, barely pretending at small talk.

    “Fucking endless,” he growled, eyes devouring her leggings, tracing the outline of her thighs. “But I’m ravenous now, and not for food.” The raw edge in his tone made her clit pulse. She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “So how do we… work up that hunger?”

    His gaze turned molten. “By fucking you senseless first.” The words hit like a slap, and she squirmed, soaked. They tossed around the idea of dinner, bullshit pleasantries, before downing their drinks in sync, glasses clattering, and bolting for the lifts.

    The lift doors shut, and Richard pounced. He slammed her against the wall, mouth crashing into hers, wet, filthy, all tongue and teeth. His hand dove between her thighs, cupping her through the leggings, grinding his palm against her swell until she whined into him, dripping through the fabric. She clawed his back, hips bucking, but the lift slowed, forcing them apart, panting, feral, as they stumbled to her room.

    Inside, restraint shattered. They collided, kissing like starved beasts, tongues tangling, her nails raking his neck. Fully clothed, they hit the bed, her grinding her soaked crotch against the bulge in his jeans, his cock straining to break free. She yanked at his shirt, desperate to rip it off, when he pulled back, voice a low rasp. “Fuck, I’m sweaty, give me a quick shower.” He smirked, shedding his jacket as he swaggered to the en-suite, leaving her throbbing and unhinged.

    The shower hissed on, and Ella’s control evaporated. She tore off her clothes, top flung, leggings peeled down her slick thighs, panties a drenched scrap and dove under the sheets, naked, cunt aching. The water cut off, and Richard emerged, bare and dripping, cock swinging heavy and thick, precum beading at the tip. Her mouth watered—he was massive, veined, a weapon built to ruin her.

    He slid in beside her, grinning like a devil, and their mouths fused again, sloppy, bruising, all heat. His hands roamed, kneading her tits, twisting her nipples until she gasped, then sliding down to tease her sopping folds. She gripped his cock, too fat to fully wrap her fingers around, pulsing hot and stroked him, imagining it choking her throat, splitting her wide. He growled, shoving two fingers inside her, pumping hard, curling against her G-spot as his thumb mashed her clit. She bucked, whimpering, teetering on the edge, but he wasn’t done.

    He flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. He teased her first rubbing the fat head along her slit, coating it in her slick, tapping her clit until she begged, “Please, fuck me.” Then he thrust in, deep and brutal, stretching her so wide she screamed. He didn’t stop pounding her relentlessly, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.

    Sweat beaded on his brow as he fucked her harder, shifting angles hitting her sweet spot over and over, making her sob with pleasure. She clawed the sheets, then reached down, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he railed her. The pressure built, unbearable, the orgasm slamming through her, spasming around his cock, gushing wet as she shrieked his name. He kept going, thrusting through her waves, dragging it out until her vision blurred.

    But he wasn’t finished. He pulled out, cock dripping with her cum, and flipped her onto her stomach. “Ass up,” he commanded, voice rough. She obeyed, trembling, presenting herself, pussy swollen, glistening. He gripped her hips, plunging back in, fucking her from behind with savage force. The new angle had her moaning into the pillow, every thrust jolting her forward, his hands bruising her flesh. She slipped a hand beneath herself, teasing her clit again, chasing another high.

    He slowed suddenly, torturing her, long, deep strokes, letting her feel every inch. “You like that?” he rasped, slapping her ass hard. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she gasped, pushing back against him. He sped up again, relentless, grunting as he slammed into her, the bed creaking under them. Her second orgasm built fast, white hot, blinding and she came again, harder, screaming as her cunt clenched, milking him.

    He groaned, thrusts faltering, and pulled out, still rigid, slick with her juices. She collapsed, chest heaving, and glanced at him, his cock twitched, untouched by release. “Fuck, you okay?” he asked, voice hoarse, concern flickering.

    “More than okay,” she panted, smirking through the haze. “You didn’t cum.”

    “Not yet,” he said, that filthy grin returning. “I know you want a condom if I do” After a pause adding “Lets grab one.”

    She laughed, breathless, already craving him to destroy her again.

  • Clara – After hours

    The office was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers settling into their final resting places for the night. The woman in red, Clara, sat at her glass desk, her crimson dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. The deep neckline and thigh-high slit had been a bold choice for the workday, but she’d worn it with confidence, knowing it made her feel powerful. Now, with the rest of the staff gone, only she and Richard remained, the last two souls in the sprawling office.

    Richard had volunteered to grab them some coffee from the break room, a small gesture to cap off a long day. “Back in a sec,” he’d said, his voice casual but his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than necessary. Clara watched him go, her lips curling into a private smile as the door clicked shut behind him. The air felt charged, thick with unspoken possibilities.

    She shifted in her chair, the cool glass of her desk pressing against her thighs through the fabric of her dress. A reckless impulse surged through her. Glancing around to confirm she was truly alone, she reached beneath the hem of her dress, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her black lace knickers, and slid them down her legs. The delicate fabric pooled at her ankles before she kicked them off entirely, leaving them draped across the edge of her desk like a silent invitation. The thrill of it, the audacity, sent a shiver up her spine.

    The door creaked open moments later, and Richard returned, two steaming mugs in hand. He paused mid-step, his gaze locking onto the knickers splayed across the glass. The coffees hit the desk with a soft clink as he set them aside, his movements deliberate. He reached for the lace, lifting it to his nose without hesitation. Clara watched, her breath catching as he inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored her own. The scent of her, musky, sweet, and unmistakably aroused, filled his senses, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.

    “Get up,” he commanded, his voice rough and unyielding. Clara obeyed instantly, her heart pounding as she rose from her chair. He stepped closer, his presence towering, and with a firm hand on her shoulder, he spun her around and bent her over the desk. The cool glass pressed against her cheek and palms, a stark contrast to the heat building inside her. Richard’s hands were swift, yanking the red dress up over her hips to expose her bare skin. She heard the metallic rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric as he freed himself, and then, without preamble, he was there, his cock pressing against her slick entrance.

    He entered her in one hard thrust, filling her completely. Clara gasped, her fingers splaying against the glass as he began to move, his pace relentless. The desk rocked beneath them, the surface smudging with her breath and the press of her body. She was wet, dripping, even, and the friction of him inside her sent sparks racing through her nerves. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust, and the sound of their bodies colliding filled the empty office.

    Her first orgasm hit fast, a sudden, sharp wave that crashed over her like a storm. Her legs trembled, her inner walls clenching around him as pleasure radiated from her core, pulsing outward in electric bursts. She moaned, low and guttural, her voice echoing off the glass. Richard didn’t slow, driving her through it, and the intensity only built as he kept going.

    The second came slower, deeper, a rolling tide that started in her belly and spread like wildfire. Her toes curled in her heels, her breath hitching as the sensation coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped, flooding her with a warm, liquid ecstasy. She cried out, her hands slipping on the desk, leaving streaks as her body shook. The cool glass against her overheated skin grounded her, tethering her to the moment as she rode the high.

    The third orgasm blindsided her, triggered by a subtle shift in his angle that hit just the right spot. It was explosive, a white-hot burst that made her vision blur and her knees buckle. She screamed his name, the sound raw and unrestrained, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her. Her pussy gripped him like a vise, pulsing wildly, and she felt herself gush slightly, the evidence of her release slicking her thighs.

    Richard’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts more erratic as he chased his own edge. Just as Clara thought she might collapse from the intensity, he pulled out abruptly, spinning her around with a firm grip on her arm. She dropped to her knees instinctively, her lips parting as he fisted his cock. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and commanding, and with a groan, he came, hot, thick jets of spunk hitting her tongue and the back of her throat. She swallowed eagerly, the salty taste of him mingling with the lingering haze of her own pleasure.

    He shuddered, his hand loosening in her hair as the last of his release spilled from him. Clara licked her lips, catching a stray drop, and looked up at him with a sated, mischievous grin. Richard exhaled heavily, steadying himself against the desk as he tucked himself back into his trousers. The coffees sat forgotten, cooling in their mugs, as the office settled back into its quiet hum.

    “Guess we’re done for the night,” he said, his voice still rough but tinged with amusement.

    Clara stood, smoothing her dress down over her hips, the absence of her knickers a secret thrill she’d carry home. “Not a bad way to end the day,” she replied, her tone light but her eyes still smoldering. She grabbed her bag, leaving the lace behind on the desk, a memento of their reckless, electric moment, and sauntered toward the door, knowing he’d follow.

  • Helen – the Consultation

    As they strolled through the ancient woods she reflected on the last couple of months. She had found it an interesting engagement, the leadership team would, she thought, gain from her mentoring and tuition, having also helped develop some of their ideas she thought that now, with the improved approach to collaboration she had developed in them that the company would go from strength to strength.

    The path was she saw barely a path and prone to meander randomly in both directions, though it did seem to have its own purpose and destination she wondered at the forestry workers who had laid it out, were they intentionally inefficient, she thought.

    “This path is a bit eccentric, isn’t it, were they drunk when they marked it out do you think?” she asked the tall man who walked beside her. There had been a very quick connection with Richard and had quickly grown to admire his mind, as well she had to admit as his body.

    “Though they sometimes eat fallen apples that have fermented I don’t think deer are known for their heavy drinking” he told her a playful look in his deep brown eyes as he looked down at her. “This is a natural path, created by a small herd of deer that spend their day in clearing of long grass and wildflowers a little way ahead. This is one of a number of paths they use to go and forage.”

    “You seem very sure of yourself, do you stalk the deer and follow them then” She asked a small edge of challenge in her voice.

    “I have seen the herd on a regular basis over the past five years I have known about this place” He replied with confidence. “If you look at the trees either side of us the leaves and shoots are all eaten off to about here” He continued holding his hand at about the height of her breasts. “You may also see the ground has lots of hove prints, but few, if any human foot prints” After a pause, as she confirmed these observations, he added “I don’t recall every seeing anyone else along here”

    So she thought he had brought her to a place where they were not going to meet any joggers or dog walkers, this awoke in her a desire for him that had first arisen her during their early meetings. Glad that she had changed into one her more feminine lace bodies under her denim dress she was glad that the body was all she wore beneath it.

    Wanting to ask about the privacy and if… She instead kept the conversation on more regular grounds by asking “What type of deer are they and how many are there?”

    Holding a branch aside for her to get past he guided her through a gap with one hand on her waist, a touch that was far from unwelcome, a touch that further drove her desire. his gravely deep voice replied to her question “There are a dozen or so Roe Deer, a few years ago it was a much larger herd but the main group moved off to the local nature reserve when they did some work on the scrub land over there.”

    His hand left her waist and she pondered turning towards him when she saw through the bushes ahead clear blue sky and the hints of a clearing.

    A few steps further brought them to a moderate slope, they were a good height above the river below and the land ahead ran flat for miles with only the occasional hint of habitation. The county was she knew dotted with large villages and small market towns, popular with London commuters she knew it was well populated but the scene ahead of her gave little clue to this. the river meandered at the foot of the hill, snaking though the countryside, the land stretched ahead mostly flat with a few small hills it was mainly farmers fields with large areas of woodland. The small town nestled below them, with the buildings made largely of the local stone it blended into the natural landscape. In the far distance she could see a more substantial town which even had a couple of low rise tower blocks, but that seemed to be a world away.

    Birds called to each other from the trees, Red Kites lazily glided in the sky, following patterns that allowed them to check large areas for carrion with the minimal of effort. She watched in fascination as a small group of bunnies suddenly noticed their presence and dashed, hopping, into the trees some yards away.

    She felt his eyes on her and looked up at him, seeing his broad warm smile and a twinkle in his eyes, the pupils moved as he appraised her body and appraisal she welcomed and found flattering.

    “I did mention this place has a good view” He told her, gesturing with one arm he added “And that low branch forms a good place to sit”

    She saw where he was gesturing towards, an ancient tree stood with one large limb that was low enough to sit on. She stepped over towards it, and using her hands boosted herself onto the branch, in doing so her dress pulled up at her waist and a generous amount of thigh appeared where the dress was unbuttoned. She did nothing to cover herself and saw with delight that his eyes had fallen onto the soft white skin of her thighs.

    The warm sun caressed her body with its heat heightening her arousal, with just the right edge in her voice she looked into his eyes, now fixed on her own and said. “This would be the perfect place to sunbath, but then I’d get strap lines”

    “I think that lace would leave a delightful pattern on your soft skin” He told her, taking a step closer, his words stoking the desire. She had made sure the dress was buttoned up enough to be modest but also would offer the occasional glimpse of what lay beneath, he had she was thrilled to hear see what was beneath it and the warmth of his words told her that he very much approved.

    Not wanting to resist her needs any further her hand moved forward, fingers slipping between his belt and jeans she pulled him closer. Their lips touched gently, the smallest of pauses before they hungrily consumed each other in a deep and passionate kiss. One hand still on his belt her free one wrapped around him, pulling at his taut buttock.

    His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling their bodies together, he pressed against her body, betwen her thighs, she could feel his hard body press against the lace that covered that which was now awakening, growing in its desire for him.

    Leaving his left hand around her waist as the kiss went on, as their tongues greeted each other, his right hand moved around and started to undo the buttons which kept her breasts from his sight.

    She groaned the sound muffled by his mouth as the dress, now unbuttoned to the waist was brushed aside by his hand which started to explore the generous expanse of her breast. “Hmm” she heard from his throat her lips feeling the vibration of the sound, his hand moved up the top of her breast onto her shoulder, testing the body he found he could slide it from her shoulder to reveal her fullness to the cool air.

    Her hand moved to the buckle of his belt and fumbled with it, trying to release it, before she was successful his lips left hers and he started to kiss first down her neck then onto her breast, working expertly in her nipple she felt the pleasure start to build in her body.

    Shrugging the dress off her upper body she wriggled it free from the lace, now sat with her dress and underwear bunched around her waist her chest free to enjoy his attention. His mouth worked both her breasts lingering on but not just pleasuring each of her now rigid nipples, one hand making sure that the breast which his mouth was not serving also received some attention.

    Impatient her own hands started to undo the rest of her dress and she was thrilled that once it was drapped on the branch beside her his mouth started to work down her stomach. On reaching her belly button he dropped down, kissing first one thigh then the other.

    Expertly her fingers released the poppers which kept her covered and she squealed with delight as his tongue licked the length of her lips, before gently probing between them. Cautiously it tasted her clit and she locked one hand on the back of his head, applying pressure to inform him that his tongue needed to do the same. First one then another finger glided inside her, exploring, probing before finding that one place where she wanted their attention, grunting a commanding “Oh, yes!” she was pleased to find he followed the direction and started to test just which motion gave her the greatest thrill.

    This first orgasm arrived swiftly and her body arched as the waves of pleasure flowed across it. As it started to subside he rose up and stood between her legs, she pushed him back when he seemed to lean in to kiss her again. Her eyes on his groin her hands worked quickly to release first the belt then the button and zip of his jeans. Impatient for him her hands pulled not just his jeans but also his dark blue boxers down. That it was a cock that leapt into view was something that was without doubt. Thrilled she saw his height was matched, if not exceeded, by a very generous shaft that was both thicker and longer than any she had seen.

    She could hear birds chirping, a soft warm wind caressing her body, as her small hand wrapped around his impressive shaft, dress in disarray around her body as she sat on the large branch. She felt his cock stretch her lips apart as the tip glided into her. His mouth had added to her own moisture which eased his passage, but she also knew her body and kept her hand firmly grasping his shaft should he start to venture beyond where she was lubricated to receive him.

    Watching as the darkened skin of her lips wrapped sound him, as the ridge moved inside her she felt him begin to pull, a small discomfort. Fearing he would feel rejected she grits her teeth and is prepared to use her hand to move him back when she realises his movement has ceased and he is starting to slowly withdraw.

    “So should we just take this very gradually, or will you need some assistance?” he asks her, resting with the tip of his cock still between her lips, still delightfully stretching her.

    “You really do turn me on, it’s not you, it is just…” Trying to find the right words she pauses her explanation.

    His hand reaches down, below her chin and lifts her head, the delightful view of his cock bridging between their bodies, her pussy caressing its head is stolen from her, but the warm smile on his face and care in his eyes is more than enough compensation. Their bodies move slightly as she looks up and his cock has returned to where it met resistance, nestling within her, stretching her with its girth.

    “It is neither of us” he starts “just a few design flaws in the human body”

    Suddenly he leaves her body and she feels it tingle as he steps aside, cock jutting up from his groin, swaying as he moves she watches it mesmerized, aroused wondering how it will feel to have all of his shaft inside her, tingles of pleasure and expectation informing her that her pussy is hungry for him.

    He fetches the small camera bag he had been carrying from where it had been discarded on the ground, opening the zip of one side pocket which she sees is bulging. A broad grin on her mouth, a mouth she was going to suggest she used to moisten him, she watches as from the pocket he plucks a tube of lubricant, a large box of condoms still in their cellophane wrapper and a blister of small triangular blue pills.

    He offers her the lube and box of condoms, taking the tube she opens it and grins as he presents his cock to her again, laying a small bead of lube down the length she uses her hand to spread it around him. His shaft feels hot, hard and so masculine in her hand. The box of condoms she places beside her and says “Not yet for these”, reaching she plucks the blister pack of pills from him placing them beside the condoms adding “At least you don’t need these”, the lube is placed on her other side and one hand on his buttock the other grasps his shaft as she moves him closer.

    “Well I may need them later, I’m now at the age where the third.. or fourth erection needs a little help.” she hears him tell her.

    With delight at these words, delight at the feel of his solid cock in her hand she pulls him back inside her, this time feeling him glide smoothly deep inside.

    His motion is fantastic and she can quickly feel the pleasure building, his shaft glistens in the sun as it rams in and out of her, on the backward motion she is delighted to watch her lips stretch around the shaft, extending from her wrapping him like some erotic glove.

    The hand that had guided him in rests expectantly on her thigh, her fingers wanting to assist in her pleasure, biting her lower lip as the intense pleasure built she lifted her face to his and they resumed the kiss, his hands holding her head to his as her fingers went to where they were most needed.

    She could now smell them, the oily scent of the lube, his musky sweat the aroma of her own juices as they started to flow, Spreading her legs further apart she moved her hips to take him deeper, enjoying the sound of their flesh slapping together their tongues probed each other as pressure arose in her body, pressure which was suddenly released in an explosion. Breaking the kiss and looking back down at what had brought her the orgasm she said “Oh, Fuck, your good” as he continued to thrust, staying deeper inside her, no longer stroking his cock along her entire length he as she saw struggling to stay inside that which was now clamping down on him. His rhythm matching that of the pleasure prolonged her orgasm, she had already withdrawn her fingers from their duty and now marveled that instead of subsiding the orgasm was growing stronger….