Erotic Story: Then came the song…

We had just set up camp after a fun day of backpacking through the hills of Southwest Missouri.  Named the Ozark Mountains, they have trouble showing their face when the Smokey or Rocky mountains show up; but break up the Midwest nicely.  Providing Missouri with some great hiking and quiet areas where we can escape into.

I had started to collect wood for the fire and was returning from the small stream with water for boiling up our dinner while you were setting up the tent.  You had just tossed the last sleeping bag into the small Eureka! backpacking tent when the song came on the speaker.  Somehow the iPhone knew that was the time and place to let those lyrics free.

My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral

You froze as you heard the opening lyrics, I could almost see the thoughts running through your head “I want to be fucked to this song!”

Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece

Your body starts to sway to the music, I doubt you even realize it is happening; but standing there in your sports bra and shorts, you look amazing as your body sways slightly to the beat.

I imagine your eyes are closed, feeling the music deep inside you, as your body responds releasing pheromones, calling out to me.  I set down the sticks I had found and place the water bottle on the ground next to them then slide up behind you.

Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
‘We were born sick, ‘ you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me ‘worship in the bedroom’

My fingertips travel up your legs, my body an inch away from you, as my fingers glide over the top of your shorts I pull you back against me hard.  I feel you wiggle against my strengthening erection as I turn your head.  I press my lips against yours, tasting the sweat on your lips from our hike.  It was not that far at four miles, but it was your first backpacking trip and the trail was not the easiest.  I lick at your lips, tasting you, drinking your sweat from your body.

The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen

I reach up and grab your hair in my hands, spinning you around I pull your head back just a bit, exposing your neck.  I bite and suck at your flesh, tasting – desiring more of you.  I push you against the tree our backpacks are resting against.  It is an old tree, having watched this valley for at least five hundred years.  Its children are scattered around us climbing their way skyward to get as much light as they can.

I push your bra up and pull at your nipples.   Your hands slide across my body as I grab one, then the other and grin at you.  In my back pocket is the rope I brought just for this situation; and I wrap it around your wrists.  

Ten times the rope travels around your wrists then between them, setting you under my control.  Then I tie th other end to a branch that is just out of your reach.  Leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I spin you around, and unbutton your shorts.  Letting them fall to the ground exposing the pale flesh of your untanned ass.  My hand lands against your left cheek and draws back.  

Striking down against your right cheek I see my hand prints remain where I have turned your ass a brighter shade of pink.

I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Again and again I paddle your ass as you spin slightly under the shelter of that old Oak, striking your ass in rhythm with the song.  Soft moans start to escape from your lips as I spank you.

Then I push your legs open, forcing you to hold onto the little bit of rope I left you as your feet slip wider.  I push my fingers inside of you, feeling your wetness.  A result of the my hand striking your ass and the music you craved having in the background as Daddy took you.

You grind against my hand as my fingers fuck you.  My other hand wrapped around your neck as I hold you in place.  I let my fingers hit your clit as I push two inside you.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

That is when you cum… grunting and begging for release.  I give you permission and watch as you shutter in the grip of the orgasm.

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea

As your orgasm subsides, I turn you around and put a folded towel behind you.  Lifting you at the same time I push you against the tree and ram my cock deep into you.

Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

I take you there against that elder tree as the chorus starts up.  My girth and length filling you as you gasp and arch against the tree.  The words “deeper – harder” fly from your lips and I oblige.  Pressing deeper into you as I push you against the tree with each thrust.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

I wrap my lips around a nipple and suck – hard.  Pulling you into my mouth I feel your desire get harder and clamp my  lips around it.  

Scraping my teeth along your nipple as I thrust into you I release your nipple you scream “PLEASE DADDY, I NEED TO CUM!”

But I laugh and slow down and your least favorite word comes out: “NO.”  

I keep you on edge…

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Then I growl into your ear “Cum for Daddy” and you let go.  Grunting and almost laughing as you squirt all over my cock, cumming so hard that it flows down my balls and drips from our bodies.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

I take you off my cock and spin you around.  You hang there your hands grasping at the ropes to help you stay up as I push my cock back into your wet cunt and my hands slap across your ass.  Fucking and spanking you together I pound my cock into you, pull out and spanking that ass.  Over and over my cock thrusts into you as I turn that ass red.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

I pull out of you, grab a knife off the top of my backpack, reach up and take hold of the rope cutting you free.  I push you to your knees and stroke my cock inches from your body.  You instinctively grab your breasts and say “Please Daddy!  I need your cum on me!”  as you stare up into my eyes.

My cock stiffens then sprays cum across your tits, pulse after pulse the hot cum sprays you.  Coating your tits and the last spurt flies across your face, leaving a small trail across your lips.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Your tongue slips out and tastes the treat I have left you as I sit down next to you, pulling you to me.  We stay that way for several minutes, the song over and a new one has come… our bodies intertwined and satisfied.

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Author’s note: the song intertwined into story is Hozier’s Take Me to Chruch, one of my wife’s favorite songs.  I borrowed the lyrics from a Google search so I cannot take credit for their accuracy.

I realize the song the song is runs for only 4:01 and that I took some liberties with stretching time.  I hope you enjoy my vision put to ink.

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