Spoiled Girl in the Tent

The moment Emma unzipped the tent flap and crawled inside, the air thickened with raw want. Her tight hiking shorts clung to her juicy ass, the thin fabric stretched across those perfect cheeks I’d stared at all day on the trail. She was my married neighbor, twenty-four, filthy rich, and used to getting exactly what she wanted. I was just the guy next door who’d agreed to this last-minute hiking trip after her husband bailed. Two tents became one when hers ripped on a rock. Now we were alone under the pines, the scent of damp earth and her coconut sunscreen filling the small space.

“God, it’s cramped in here,” Emma whispered, her voice already breathy. She kicked off her boots, letting her long tanned legs stretch out. “You don’t mind sharing with a spoiled little brat, do you, Jake?”

I swallowed hard, my cock already twitching against my shorts. “You’ve been teasing me since we left the car, Emma. Those little moans every time you bent over to tie your laces. You knew what you were doing.”

She laughed softly, a spoiled-girl giggle that sent heat straight to my groin. Her manicured fingers tugged at the hem of her tank top, peeling it up and over her full tits. No bra. Her pink nipples were already hard in the cool night air.

“Maybe I did,” she said, biting her lip. “Hubby never fucks me like I need. He’s too busy with work. But you… you look like you could ruin me.”

The explicit heat hit fast. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto my lap inside the narrow tent. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding wet and hungry. She tasted like the strawberries she’d eaten earlier. My hands roamed down to squeeze that juicy ass I’d fantasized about for months.

“Fuck, your cock feels huge already,” Emma moaned against my lips. She ground her pussy against the thick bulge in my shorts, the thin material between us already damp from her. “Take it out. I want to see it.”

I yanked my shorts down. My big cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head glistening. Emma’s eyes widened with that greedy, spoiled delight.

“Oh my god, it’s so thick,” she breathed. She wrapped her soft hand around the shaft, stroking slowly, her thumb circling the leaking tip. “Bigger than my husband’s. I need it inside me, Jake. Now.”

She shoved her own shorts and panties to the side, revealing her shaved, puffy pussy already slick and swollen. No teasing. I gripped her firm ass and lowered her onto me. The wet heat of her tight cunt swallowed the head of my cock with a filthy squelch.

“Ungh… yes,” she gasped, eyes fluttering. “Stretch me. Fuck, it’s splitting my pussy open.”

I thrust up hard, burying half my length in one stroke. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky. Emma’s tits bounced as she started riding, her hands braced on my chest. The tent filled with the wet slap of skin, her moans, and the creak of the sleeping bag beneath us.

“Harder, Jake. Don’t be gentle. I’m a spoiled girl—I want it rough.” Her voice cracked as I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled, arching her back. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting lightly while I drove my cock deeper.

The pace turned frantic. I flipped her onto her back, the tent so low I had to stay hunched. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her dripping pussy. Each thrust made her cry out, the sound muffled against my shoulder.

“Shit… right there. You’re hitting my spot,” she whimpered. Her nails dug into my back. “I’m gonna cum already. Don’t stop fucking me.”

Her orgasm hit like a wave. Her cunt spasmed hard around my cock, juices flooding out and soaking my balls. She trembled, whispering filthy little praises between gasps.

“Good girl,” I growled, slowing just enough to feel every flutter. Then I pulled out, my dick shiny with her cream.

Emma pouted instantly, that spoiled brat look flashing in her eyes. “Why did you stop? I need more cum in my pussy.”

I spun her around onto all fours. The sleeping bag bunched under her knees. Her juicy ass pushed back at me, cheeks spread, pink pussy and tight little anus on full display. I slapped her ass once, the sharp smack echoing.

“Beg for it, Emma.”

“Please, Jake… fuck my married pussy again. Fill me up. I want your cum dripping out of me all night.”

I slammed back in, gripping her hips. The new angle let me go even deeper. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while I thrust. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet woods—slick, rhythmic, filthy.

Emma’s moans grew louder, broken. “Yes… yes… fuck me like my husband can’t. I’m such a dirty spoiled slut for your big cock.”

Her second climax came faster. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her scream as her pussy gushed around me. The pulsing squeeze was too much. I felt my own orgasm barreling up.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned, voice rough.

“Inside me,” she demanded, pushing back. “Creampie your neighbor’s spoiled wife. Do it.”

With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt. Thick ropes of cum erupted straight into her clenching cunt. She milked every drop, her walls fluttering greedily until I was spent. When I finally pulled out, a thick trail of my seed leaked from her swollen pussy lips onto the sleeping bag.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. The scent of sex hung heavy in the small tent. Emma turned her head, a satisfied, wicked smile on her flushed face.

“Guess we’re definitely doing this hike again next weekend,” she whispered, tracing lazy circles on my chest. “And maybe I’ll ‘forget’ to bring my own tent on purpose.”

I chuckled, pulling her closer, already feeling my cock twitch at the thought of round two before morning.