Brian was in the forest for the final part of that deal, leaning up a tree looking at the lake waiting for tony daughter. Brian checked his watch 10:17 AM. Tony's daughter was late. The lake shimmered under the mid-morning sun, its surface broken only by the occasional leap of a fish. He exhaled sharply through his nose, the scent of pine and damp earth thick in his throat. Behind him, a twig snapped.

He turned just in time to see a blonde, her Keep Calm And Let Madison Handle It tee stretched taut across her chest step out from the tree line. Brian barely had time to register the smirk playing on her lips before she was on him, his shorts pooled around his ankles before he could protest, the cool air hitting his bare skin like a slap. "Fuck " he hissed, but her hand was already around his cock, her grip firm, her thumb swiping over the head with a precision that made his knees buckle.

She knelt her mouth replacing her hand in one slick motion, taking his whole cock down her throat with a practiced ease that made his hips jerk forward involuntarily. The sudden heat of her swallowed him completely her tongue pressing firm against his underside, her lips tight around the base and Brian’s fingers tangled in her hair, rough, anchoring himself as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. The wet, rhythmic sounds of her working him filled the quiet forest air, mingling with the distant lap of lake water against the shore. Her breath hot against his skin, and he could feel the way her throat fluttered around him, accommodating, greedy.

Just as his breathing turned ragged, his balls tightening, she pulled off with a filthy pop her lips glistening and grinned up at him, her thumb rubbing slow circles over his slick tip. "Nuh-uh, " she murmured, her voice husky with amusement, her free hand trailing down to cup his sac, squeezing just enough to make him groan. "Not yet." He growled, gripping her hair to force her mouth back on him, the forest moved. Vines slithered from the undergrowth like living ropes, coiling around his wrists and yanking them backward, pinning him flush against the rough bark of the oak behind him. The shock froze him for a heartbeat, his pulse hammering against the green tendrils now snaking around his waist, anchoring him in place.

Madison rose slowly, her hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm as she peeled her leggings down inch by inch, the black fabric clinging briefly to the curve of her ass before she shimmied free. The sky-blue lace beneath was damp, translucent in places, and Brian's breath hitched as she stepped closer her thigh brushing against his erection, hot and twitching against her skin. She carried on lowering them slowly till they rounded her ankles. She sat on the forest floor with a deliberate slowness as she worked the leggings over her sneakers, the fabric stretching obscenely around the soles.

With a flick of her wrist, Madison tossed the leggings aside, then stood back up and started to rub her panties over his cock, the lace dragging against his shaft in slow, torturous strokes. The damp fabric caught on his skin, tugging at every ridge and vein, and Brian groaned, his hips straining against the vines as she smirked down at him. "Feel that?" she murmured, rolling her hips just enough to let him feel the heat of her through the thin barrier. "That's how wet I am just from watching you squirm."

Just as his breathing hitched, his cock twitching violently beneath her touch, two thick vines slithered up from the forest floor, coiling around his balls with a firm, unyielding grip. The sudden pressure made him gasp, his vision blurring at the edges as Madison leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Not yet, " she whispered, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "You don't get to cum until you beg." The vines tightened in agreement, squeezing just enough to make the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain.

She stepped back, removing her shirt in one fluid motion, the fabric catching on her wrists before she tossed it aside. Swaying her hips, she bent forward at the waist, the curve of her spine a deliberate arc as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. The lace peeled away from her skin inch by inch, the damp fabric clinging briefly to her thighs before she let them pool at her ankles.

With a smirk, she kicked them off, the discarded underwear landing in a crumpled heap near Brian’s boots. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around the base as she guided him beneath the lace of her bra. The heat of him pressed against her bare skin, the friction of fabric and flesh sending a shudder through her. She pushed her breasts together, trapping him between them, the lace scratching against his shaft as she rocked forward.

Brian groaned, his head thudding back against the oak as she worked him fast, her breasts soft yet firm against his skin. She looked up at him with a wicked smile, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Beg, " she murmured, her voice low and teasing, he groaned nonstop but she saw it in his eyes that male pride that refused to yield. His balls hurt painfully as he stopped himself a few times from begging, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache, his thighs trembling with restraint. The vines tightened around his balls, squeezing in slow pulses, each one sending sharp, electric jolts up his spine.

Then she stops, him panting heavy as she removes the bra, tossing it aside. That look of victory on his face vanishes as she presses her mouth to the tip of his cock, tongue flicking against the slit in quick, relentless circles. The groan that tears from his throat is raw, his hips jerking against the vines as she licks faster, her tongue flat and wet against his urethra, pressing just enough to make his vision blur. She doesn't stop just keeps lapping at that sensitive spot.

His breath hitches, lungs tight, and he chokes out "Fuck " before his hips jerk again, his thighs trembling violently. His balls tighten against the vines, the pressure unbearable now. His breath comes in ragged gasps. "Please, " he grunts, sweat slicking his chest. "Fuck let me cum." His voice cracks halfway through, rough with desperation, his cock twitching against her tongue in short, desperate pulses. The vines retract from his balls with a slow, deliberate slither one final squeeze before releasing him completely. His orgasm hits him like a freight train, his whole body arching against the tree as he explodes shot after shot into her open mouth. She swallows greedily, her tongue swirling to catch every drop, her fingers digging into his hips to keep him still as he twitches violently.

Madison stands up as the vines release his wrists and waist, her lips smeared with him, her thighs slick with her own arousal. Brian spins her around effortlessly, yanking his sweat-damp undershirt over his head in one rough motion before twisting it into a makeshift rope. The fabric rasps against her wrists as he binds them behind her back, the cotton tightening with each pull until her pulse thrums against the restraint. He doesn't speak just shoves her forward with a palm between her shoulder blades, the heat of his skin branding her even through the push.

The truck door groans when he wrenches it open, hinges protesting as he drags her toward the passenger seat. Her knees hit the edge first, the metal biting into her skin before he presses her torso down, her tits flattening against the cracked leather with a force that knocks the breath from her lungs. His hands rest on her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he teases her butthole with his cock the blunt head circling, pressing just enough to make her whimper, but not enough to give her what she wants.

He pushes the head in and she begs for more, to torture he only pushes in inch by inch as she begs. By thе time he's sunk eight inches inside her, her thighs are shaking, her wrists straining against the twisted shirt binding them behind her back. "Please *please* just fuck me already, " she gasps, the words cracking on a sob as her hips jerk uselessly against his slow, teasing thrusts. Brian exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers digging into her hips as he drags her back onto the final two inches in one brutal stroke, the stretch bordering on pain as her body yields with a wet, shuddering gasp.

She moans as he pounds her ass with no mercy, her cheek pressed into the cracked leather seat. Every thrust punches the breath from her lungs, her cunt clenching around nothing as the friction ignites sparks up her spine each jolt of pleasure sharp enough to make her teeth chatter. His hips slap against her ass with a wet, rhythmic smack, the sound drowning out her choked whimpers as he angles deeper.

He stops just to lean into the truck over her back, the metal frame groaning under his weight as he presses flush against her, his sweat-slick chest molding to the arch of her spine. The pause is fleeting a single heartbeat where the world narrows to the hitch of her breath, the way her ass trembles around him before he starts again with the same relentless pace, his cock pistoning into her with a precision that leaves her gasping. Madison's fingers twist against him, her wrists straining against the makeshift restraints, her moans mixing with his groans in a ragged, wet harmony that echoes off the truck’s interior.

Brian’s rhythm falters, his thrusts growing uneven, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts against the back of her neck. His grip tightens on her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and for a moment, he stills completely his cock twitching inside her, pulsing as if trying to fuse with the molten heat of her body. Then, with a low, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt, his hips jerking erratically as he spills into her in hot, thick spurts, his release flooding her in waves that seem to go on forever, each one drawing a shuddering gasp from her lips.

He kisses her neck as his hands untie the shirt, the fabric slipping loose from her wrists with a whisper of cotton against sweat-slick skin. *"Good girl, "* he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction, the words curling around her like smoke. Madison shudders, not sure whether that was him or if he’d been told by her dad to say it knowing exactly how those two syllables would tighten her cunt, how they’d send fresh slickness dripping down her thighs.

Five minutes they stopped like that her slumped against the truck seat, his cock still buried inside her, his breath hot on the back of her neck but once he pulled out, she was off, sprinting barefoot toward the wooden fishing dock with a laugh that echoed across the lake. Halfway there, she turned, fingers already rubbing her pussy, the wet sound audible even from where Brian stood, panting, his sweat gleaming under the midday sun. *"You got one more round in you, old timer?"* she shouted, voice taunting, hips rolling in a slow, deliberate circle that made his jaw clench.

Brian walked over slowly, watching as she lay there working herself against the smooth planks of the dock, her fingers slick and glistening under the glare of the sun. He didn't hurry just let her watch him watch her, her breath hitching with each deliberate stroke of her fingers, her thighs trembling as she arched her back, presenting herself like an offering. The wood was smooth against her skin and when his shadow finally fell over her, she grinned up at him, teeth glinting. *"Took you long enough."*

As he lay over her, cock lined up and throbbing against her slick entrance, she bucked her hips with a sudden, fluid twist rolling them both in one smooth motion until she was straddling him, her thighs gripping his waist like a vice. The shift caught him off guard, his breath hitching as she ground down, taking him deep in one slow, deliberate slide that made his fingers dig into her hips. The sudden dominance in her gaze was electric, her lips curling into a smirk as she leaned forward, "My turn, " she breathed, her voice husky with promise. The angle shifted just enough to make him groan, her tight heat sinking down on him agonizingly slow, each inch claimed with a roll of her hips that left him trembling beneath her.

She didn’t rush instead, she savored it, her body arching as she rocked against him, the slow drag of her walls around him sending sparks up his spine. Her fingers traced the sweat-slick planes of his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples just to watch his abs tighten, his breath stuttering. "Like my tight little pussy?" she taunted, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction as she clenched around him, drawing another ragged groan from his lips. He nodded, his grip on her thighs tightening, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. She laughed low, wicked, and rolled her hips again, this time grinding in slow circles that made his vision blur. "Good. Then you’re gonna just lay there while I fuck myself silly on this big cock."

She worked him harder than he did her ass her thighs flexing as she rode him with a relentless rhythm, each downward stroke punctuated by a sharp snap of her hips that sent jolts of pleasure radiating through him. His fingers dug into her skin, desperate for purchase, but she batted his hands away, pinning them above his head with a smirk. The angle shifted, her clit grinding against his pelvis with each movement, the friction sending waves of heat pooling low in her belly. He could feel her trembling around him, her breath hitching as she neared her peak, but she refused to let him take control her pace never faltering, her grip never loosening.

The image of Madison blurred suddenly, her blonde hair darkening into rich brunette waves, her smirk softening into something hungrier, more familiar. Rachel his daughter arched above him, her full breasts swaying with each bounce, her lips parted around ragged gasps of *"Daddy fuck, Daddy"* as she rode him with a desperation that bordered on violence.

Her grip loosened on his wrists, her fingers sliding up to cup his face, but the moment his hands seized her breasts, Rachel's image fractured like a reflection in shattered glass. The vision dissolved into sweat-slick skin and desperate moans as Brian arched beneath her, thrusting up into her with a violence that knocked the breath from her lungs.

He rolled then twisting his hips with a sudden, fluid motion that sent her sprawling onto her back and she laughed, sharp and breathless against his collarbone. "Bad boy, " she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he pinned her wrists above her head. "You're gonna get punished for that."Brian chuckled low, rough as he pushed into her again, the wet slap of skin drowning out her gasp. Then he pulled out abruptly, leaving her clenching around nothing, her thighs trembling with the sudden emptiness until hands gripped his ass from behind, blunt fingers sinking into the muscle, and a thick cock rammed into him without warning.

Brian froze his breath hitching and looked behind him but nothing was there. Just the empty dock, the sun-warmed planks, and the lake’s restless murmur beyond. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head must've imagined it before driving back into her with a snarl, his hips slamming against hers hard enough to make the dock groan beneath them. Then impossible the hands again, gripping his hips tighter, yanking him backward onto a cock that shouldn’t exist, splitting him open with a single brutal thrust.

Madison arched beneath him, her nails raking down his chest as she watched his face contort confusion, shock, then raw, shuddering pleasure as the phantom cock pistoned into him in perfect counterpoint to his own thrusts. The double sensation tore a ragged groan from his throat, his hips stuttering as he tried to fuck forward into her heat while being impaled from behind. Every time he drove into her, the unseen force dragged him back, the rhythm brutal, relentless his body caught between her slick cunt and whatever was claiming him from behind.

With a lazy flick of her wrist, Madison gestured behind him a dismissive wave and the pressure vanished instantly, leaving his ass throbbing painfully from the phantom thrusts, the ghost of penetration lingering like a bruise. Brian gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily, still buried inside her. Madison smirked, her fingers trailing down his sweat-slicked chest. "What was that?" he panted, voice cracking. She shrugged, her hips rolling beneath him in slow, deliberate circles. "You'll see later, " she says with a mischievous look.

The wooden dock groaned beneath them as he gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head with a growl. She laughed sharp, breathless arching her back to press her breasts against his chest, nipples scraping his skin. "Now punish my pussy, " she murmured, lips grazing his ear, "or I'll have it fuck your ass raw." The threat sent a shudder through him, his cock twitching inside her as his grip tightened.

One hand slid down between her thighs, fingers slick with her arousal as they found her clit. He rubbed slow circles just enough to make her hips jerk then pressed hard, grinding the pad of his thumb against the swollen bud as he thrust into her, each snap of his hips deliberate, brutal. Her gasp fractured into a moan, her cunt clenching around him in pulsing waves that threatened to drag him under. "Fuck *yes*, " she hissed, her thighs trembling against his hips, her nails biting into his shoulders.

His mouth lowered onto her nipple sucking, biting, pinching with his teeth the sharp sting of pleasure-pain making her arch off the dock, a ragged cry tearing from her throat. Then the other his tongue swirling around the stiff peak before clamping down with his teeth, just shy of too much. She gasped, her thighs clamping around his hips as he worked her with his mouth, his fingers, his cock each sensation layering over the next until her vision blurred at the edges. The orgasm hit her like a live wire sudden, electric her muscles locking as her cunt spasmed around him, wet heat flooding between them.

He didn't stop. Not when her fingers clawed at his back, not when her thighs trembled violently against his ribs just fucked her through it, his thrusts relentless, the head of his cock dragging against that sweet spot inside her with every stroke. Her breath came in short, hiccupping gasps as pleasure coiled tight again, impossibly fast her body still twitching from the first wave when the second crashed over her, sharper this time, as she came with a scream.

By the third one, she could feel him getting slower, his rhythm faltering each thrust deeper now, more deliberate, his cock pulsing inside her as his balls tightened against her ass. "Fill me up, " she begged, voice ragged, her nails scoring crescents into his shoulders. "Please *please* I wanna feel it." The words spilled out between gasps, her cunt fluttering around him as if trying to milk his release from him.

Brian groaned low in his throat, hips stuttering, his forehead pressed against hers. His cock twitched violently inside her, the swollen head dragging against her walls in slow, grinding circles as his pace unraveled completely. The first spurt hit her like a molten brand, so hot she gasped then came the second, the third, each one flooding her in thick, pulsing waves that made her thighs quiver.

He collapsed on top of her, both too spent to move, his weight pressing her into the weathered wood of the dock. Their sweat mingled, his breath ragged against her collarbone, her own chest rising and falling in uneven sync with his. The lake lapped lazily at the dock's posts below them, the sound rhythmic, hypnotic. She traced idle circles on his damp back, her fingertips skating over the ridge of his spine, the taut muscle beneath his skin still twitching with residual tension.

Half an hour later, Brian dropped her off at some motel then went home. A Brown envelope fell out of the truck door as he opened it inside, a single SD card and a note in jagged handwriting he had to squint to decipher: *upload this.* That night, sweat cooling on his skin, he slotted the card into his laptop. He flicked through the footage until he paused on the moment he felt hands gripped his ass from behind, blunt fingers sinking into the muscle, and a thick cock rammed into him without warning. But what made his breath catch was the gray figure looming behind him in the frame, its fingers gripping his hips. Brian leaned closer to the screen and realized the angle of the shot from behind, that close-up, meant the camera would have had to be *right behind* him but he'd seen no one there. He hit upload not knowing that by doing so he make the demons of the forest stronger little by little over time for each view.