Camp Servant

The damp evening air of the woods clung to our skin. We pitched the tent by an old pine, and within the first few minutes, as we were stretching the tarp, I caught her eye. Anna, my new hiking companion I'd picked up on the trail two days ago, was staring at me for way too long. Her fingers grazed my palm by accident while we were hammering in the stakes, and that light touch sent a wave of heat straight to my gut. I wanted her. Right here, in this cramped tent.

"Hey, so, are you always this... attentive to a stranger's hands on a hike?" I asked, grinning, as we finally crawled inside.

Anna smirked, pulling her sweat-soaked t-shirt over her head. Underneath was a thin tank top clinging to her full tits. Her nipples were already poking through the fabric.

"And are you always this quick to start fantasizing from one little touch?" she shot back, not breaking eye contact. "Or do I just look like the kind of servant girl who's supposed to fulfill your every wish out in the woods?"

It sounded like a joke, but there was a rasp in her voice. I felt my cock start to stiffen in my shorts.

"Servant girl, huh..." I drawled, moving closer. Our breath was already mixing in the tight space. "Well then, servant girl, help me out of these shorts. They're feeling a bit tight."

Anna froze for a second, then slowly ran her tongue across her bottom lip. The tension between us was building like a storm over the treetops.

"Only if you promise to be a good master," she whispered, dropping to her knees on the sleeping bag. Her hands landed on my hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down along with my boxers.

My cock sprang free, rock hard, the head swollen and glistening. Anna looked up at it, and genuine hunger flashed in her eyes.

"Whoa... that's a big one," she breathed. "And all for a humble servant girl?"

"For you," I said, my voice rough. "Take it in your mouth."

She didn't need a second invitation. Her hot lips wrapped around the head, her tongue tracing a slow circle around it. I groaned, burying my fingers in her thick hair. Anna started moving her head, taking me deeper with each bob. Saliva ran down the shaft, dripping onto her chin. The sounds were filthy: wet slurping, her soft moans, my ragged breathing.

"Deeper... that's it, good girl," I whispered, pressing gently on the back of her head.

Anna purred with pleasure, and the vibration shot straight through my cock. She sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowing, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't stop. I could feel her tongue teasing the frenulum every time she pulled back to catch her breath.

After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, leaving a shiny trail of spit on her lips.

"Strip. All of it. I want to see all of my servant girl."

Anna quickly yanked off the tank top. Her tits spilled out, heavy and gorgeous, with dark nipples standing at attention. She peeled off her shorts and panties. Between her legs, her pussy was glistening wet, clean-shaven, her clit swollen and begging.

"Lie on your back. Spread your legs," I ordered, soft but firm.

She lay down, thighs falling open. I hovered over her, dragging the head of my cock along her slick folds, teasing.

"Please..." Anna breathed, arching her back. "Don't tease your servant... just fuck me already."

I thrust forward. My cock sank slowly into her hot, tight cunt. She was so fucking wet. We both groaned. I started moving, slow at first, feeling her walls grip me with every inch. Each thrust came with a wet slap and her soft whimpers.

"Oh... deeper... fuck your servant harder," she whispered, digging her nails into my shoulders.

I picked up the pace. The tent filled with the sounds of our sex: the rustle of the fabric beneath us, the wet smack of our bodies, her moans, my heavy breathing. I leaned down, took her nipple in my mouth, and sucked hard. Anna arched off the ground, her fingers tangling in my hair.

Then I flipped her over. Got her on all fours. Her round, firm ass was right there in front of me. I ran my palm over her cheeks, gave her a light slap. Anna flinched and pushed back against me.

"Yeah... just like that..." she moaned.

I slammed into her from behind in one sharp thrust. The pace turned brutal. I held her hips and pounded into her, watching my thick cock disappear into her soaked slit. Her juices ran down her inner thighs. Anna dropped her head, biting her hand to keep from screaming too loud.

"I... I'm gonna..." she gasped, her voice shaking.

"Cum, servant girl. Cum on my cock."

Her body convulsed. Her pussy clenched around me so hard, rhythmic spasms rippling through her. Anna shuddered through her orgasm, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. That pushed me over the edge. I drove into her a few more deep times, then pulled out, spinning her around to face me.

"Open your mouth," I rasped.

Anna obediently parted her lips, sticking out her tongue. I started stroking myself right above her face. A second later, thick ropes of cum shot out, hitting her tongue, her cheeks, her tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, staring up at me with a satisfied, filthy smile.

We were both panting. I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her body was hot, sticky with sweat and my cum.

"So, master..." she giggled softly, tracing a finger along my chest. "Did your servant handle her first duty of the trip?"

"More than handled it," I replied, kissing her temple. "But the night's just getting started. Your servant's got a lot more work ahead."

"Then I'm ready to serve all night long," Anna whispered, pressing closer, her hand already sliding down again toward my cock, which was starting to stir back to life.