It’s funny where the inspiration for my stories comes from sometimes. This one came to me while sitting in the hot tub with Mrs. Ten. We were talking about camping and I was remembering some of the encounters we’d had in our tent when a mosquito bit me….
It all started one evening during our first camping trip. I had returned to the tent from answering nature’s call only to find kitten poised there. She had assumed a tempting position, her ass hovering in the air, a look of need playing across her face as she glanced coyly back at me over her shoulder. Her fingers gently caressed her clit, juices glistening in the moonlight.
The sight had me throbbing almost instantly and I quietly slipped into the tent, taking care to zip the flap shut behind me. I slid around her side, fingers playing along her back as I went. I stood in front of her then, waiting patiently for her to remove my jeans and boxers beneath. If I wasn’t hard yet, she quickly rectified that situation, working relentlessly with her lips and tongue, flicking up and down my shaft, tickling that space between my balls, and making those delicious sucking sounds as I thrust into her mouth.
She had really started to get into it, fingers dancing across her clit in harmony with each of my thrusts when I spotted it. There, perched on her rump, perfectly outlined in the faint, muted moonlight was a mosquito. It had become engorged with its bright red meal. So much so that I could see the fluid through it’s bulging abdomen.
Without giving it much thought I reached over and gave it a good, hard swat. The movement caused me to thrust, involuntarily, VERY deep and hard. At first, I wasn’t quite sure what was transpiring as I suddenly felt kitten roll to the floor, panting and gasping…..”Ohhhhh FUCK….Ohhhhh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”, kitten screamed as she clenched her legs, moaning and whimpering as her orgasm crashed into her.
When she looked up, she found me a bit non-plussed, a ridiculous goofy smile playing across my face as the confusion I had felt at her sudden reaction blended with the joy and lust I felt after watching her come.
“Oh fuck yes!”, she said. “Give me your fucking cum!!”
She looked at me with such intense hunger, like a starving animal desperate for a meal. I felt as though I should oblige. Grabbing a fistful of her hair I lifted her mouth to my cock as she scrambled toward me, desperate for her reward.
Her need for it was so primal that she scarcely gagged as I slammed into her throat. She simply took me in, swallowing around the head as her lips clamped around my base. The moment was so loaded with instinctual desire that I began to come after only a few thrusts, emptying my seed down her throat and across her tongue as I withdrew, panting from the intensity.
When she’d finished milking me she pressed her cheek against my wet cock, grabbed my ass in her delicate hands, and held me tightly for a moment, pausing to look up and smile when she’d caught her breath.
Later, as we lay tangled together in a sleeping bag she asked, “Daddy, can we do that again?”.
I chuckled, “Yes kitten, but how will we find you another mosquito?”
She giggled. “I’ll figure that part out. Just promise me we can do it again.”
“Of course, kitten”, I said.
So it was that I found myself being led impatiently down the stairs from our back deck shortly after nightfall. My very eager sub veritably skipped down the steps toward what would have seemed a very sinister scene, had she not explained her logic to me earlier that week. Of course, I had argued, brought up every possible objection. The night might be too cool. The neighbors might stop by. Mosquitos are notorious hosts of arboviruses. What if she were to catch West Nile? Eastern Equine Encephalitis? I’d never forgive myself!
Kitten is nothing if not patient, however, especially when she has her eye set on a prize. Particularly one that involves her orgasm or my cum, but especially when those become entwined (as they often do).
She had casually swatted down all of my arguments. We’ll pick a nice, warm evening. The neighbors haven’t stopped by in over a year. We fuck outside all of the time anyway. Where did I think all of those little bites on her thighs came from? How was this any different?
Kitten doesn’t make a habit of being a brat. On most occasions, her worship of me is so sincere that her greatest disappointment is when I’m not quite as happy as she would like (a very rare thing). So, when she becomes insistent, even if I question whether her idea will provide her with everything she desires, I usually just let her have her way. So long as it isn’t truly dangerous, of course.
She’d misted me with insect repellent and decked me out in a silken bathrobe, taking her time removing my regular clothes, and teasing me with her hands. The material was of exceptional quality, thick, smooth, and midnight black. She arranged it carefully, making sure to tie the waist band tight and high so as not to let any of the bugs in, yet still grant her easy access to my swollen cock. After, she attached citronella bracelets to my ankles. I was not to be distracted from my task.
I stepped into a pair of shoes as she stripped before me, slowly and languidly revealing her curves as she smiled at my twitching, throbbing response. She made sure to highlight just how wet she’d become. The anticipation must have been overwhelming, her juices glistened on her lips and inner thighs.
Then, she slipped on a pair of arm sleeves, drew on her thigh high silk stockings, and donned her own cloak, the material a match for mine but for the color, a bright blood red. She took my hand and smiled demurely as she led me out the back door toward a circle of blazing citronella tiki torches that she’d filled, and arranged around a large, flat boulder in the center of our back yard, just down the hill from our house.
This certainly wasn’t the first time that boulder had been similarly used and as she tugged me along I regarded with fondness the anchors we’d drilled into the ground around it. As we drew nearer the torchlight illuminated the ropes she’d lain neatly next to each anchor, thick cords of purple line, each awaiting a limb to secure.
When we arrived she stood before me, looking up and smiling as she let the robe slip from her shoulders, a light breeze tugging at her hair as it cascaded over her shoulders. I couldn’t help but admire the fullness of her breasts, hard nipples curving upward in the evening air as she parted her lips, batting her lashes flirtatiously. The torchlight glinted in her eyes as she knelt before me in anticipation. Clearly eager, but ever the perfect slave, she caught my gaze and bowed her head in supplication, acknowledging my dominance.
I stepped forward, humping my cock against her face through the robe and grabbing her roughly by the hair as she turned her mouth toward it. I pulled down and bent over her, forcing her to look into my eyes and the primal need she’d exposed there. “Not yet my greedy little slut. You wanted this so badly and now you’re going to get it, exactly as we discussed”, I growled.
I stood, pulling her up with me by her hair as I rose, and tossed her casually onto the hard, cool surface of the rock.
The rock itself was a large chunk of garnet schist that had tumbled here from the mountains above during some ancient rock-fall. It was as if nature itself had commanded that we use it for fucking. Kitten fits absolutely perfectly upon it, her head tilting over one edge, legs splayed over the other, exposing all of her holes for fucking at exactly cock-height. I don’t think we’d spent more than three days in our home before its purpose became suddenly and exquisitely evident to us. It’s surface glowed a brilliant bronze color in the torchlight, tiny garnets the color of dried blood shining at random intervals.
I wasted no time securing kitten, tying single column knots around her wrists first and securing them tightly to each anchor using the bight of the knot as a winch so that her arms were drawn taught behind her. I repeated this process for her ankles until she lay splayed out before me like some sort of pagan sacrifice awaiting the knife.
Once kitten was adequately restrained I circled around, drawing the bathrobe open as I went, exposing my rigid cock. Precum coated its length, a wellspring of need leaking from within me dripping slowly out of the tip and down my shaft until it collected in a wet puddle on my balls. Kitten lolled her tongue, reaching out toward me as she gazed up from below, her vision consumed by an upside down desire to taste me. I could see by that far-off, glazed look in her eyes that she was already deeply cocooned in sub-space.
I ground against her then, pressing my wet shaft against her face and humping on either side of her nose as she tried to gain purchase with her tongue and the precum collected on my balls coated her forehead.
Around us the grass was alive with the hum of our prey. They buzzed about, menacing in their intensity, but still wary of the citronella haze in which we were ensconced. Finally, a lone, brave warrior flew free, no longer able to resist the temptation of kitten’s alabaster flesh, she lit upon the underside of kitten’s breast. I paused, watching, slowly sliding my cock into kitten’s eager, waiting mouth as the mosquito drew out it’s meal.
I waited patiently, hand poised for it to fill to near bursting before slapping it hard. A bright bloom of blood splattered the underside of her breast causing me to throb deep in kitten’s throat. I could feel her gasp and whimper around my cock, her need becoming almost palpable.
Another landed as I rocked slowly in and out of kitten’s mouth. I let her gently lick the precum from my head as I watched. This one paused, crawling slowly across her abdomen before finding what it wanted just above her navel. It set about it’s task, my mind’s eye zooming in, watching the needle anesthetize her skin, saw like projections gently opening her for feeding, the probuscus drinking deep. Red bloomed in its guts. SLAP!
Another burst of red and a heady moan from kitten as she paused in giving my balls the attention they craved. “Mmmmm…oh fuck Daddy! Yes!”, she moaned, before going back to her task.
I slid my cock back into her mouth, gently fucking her at first with just the head, watching, waiting. Her pussy was absolutely dripping now. Swollen and bursting with need, juices pooling and dripping down her inner lips. Mmmmm…Fuck I just wanted to taste her!
Then, another mosquito alighted, playing blessedly close to her wet mound, moving cautiously along her inner thigh, avoiding her wetness so as not to get caught. As soon as it paused I buried my cock down kitten’s throat and gave it a good, hard smack. No blood this time. Just kitten’s immediate, bucking, needful response as she gagged on my cock.
I withdrew, simply for the pleasure of hearing her gasp.
“Oh fuck Daddy! Make me come! Please!”, she whimpered needfully.
“You want to come, kitten?”, I asked.
“Mmmmm, oh yes! Fuck my pussy! Make me come on your fucking cock Daddy!”, she begged.
“Now kitten, we agreed that you must come at least one time without me inside of you. You wanted the mosquitoes and the impact play to make you come. Remember?”, I said, a little too sweetly.
Her reply was cut off by my cock as I plunged it back into her throat, quickly swatting two more mosquitoes in short succession. The first had landed on her nipple, the other, her thigh. Her back arched as she tried to moan, gagging and choking instead until her drool ran onto her nose and I had to pull out so she could breath.
“Please Daddy.”, she whispered hoarsely.
“Not yet kitten”, I whispered back.
I knelt in front of her then, gently gathering her hair and tying it with a small piece of purple cord that she’d carefully hidden at the base of the rock. It was attached to the base by a small stainless steel ring that we’d anchored into the rock. I drew it tight, making certain that she could no longer lift her head before standing.
Tracing my fingers gently along her curves I circled her, pausing to tweak a nipple as I passed, silently coming to a stop between her legs. I waited for a moment, noting the locations of mosquitoes on her neck, her breast, and her stomach. Leaning in, I hump the head of my cock along her clit and swatted each, HARD, and in rapid succession, punctuating each slap with a thrust and leaving new smears of fresh blood on her neck and stomach.
“Mmm…Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Give me your cock Daddy!”, she screamed.
“Not yet kitten, you haven’t come yet”, I whispered.
There wasn’t much mobility left to her, but she began using every bit she had to hump her clit against my cock.
I backed up, smiling, enjoying her desperate need for me until she calmed.
The torches had begun to burn lower, affording us less protection from the tiny vampires swarming and I waited patiently for a small collection to gather, then smacking each in turn as kitten moaned and squirmed.
When she was free once again from their probing straws I crouched between her legs, slowly, tortuously, teasing her lips with my tongue, occasionally pressing deeper between them and flicking up to catch her clit, earning an abrupt moan. She was quite on the edge now, trembling everywhere. Her orgasm held just outside her reach.
I took my time, savoring her taste, the slippery texture of her desire, the swollen need of her throbbing clit, waiting, watching. Then, a lone mosquito touched down, paused at her waistline before crawling a bit closer. It set down to it’s business then. I imagined the pinch of the bite, clamped my lips around her clit and gave it a gentle suck.
Kitten arched her back, moaning incoherently as I raised my hand for a final swat, delivering it in a quick, hard stroke right as I punched her clit with my tongue.
I was rewarded with one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever seen kitten have. Her legs shook as her pussy convulsed, ejaculating her need onto my face before her body arched and thrashed. I did my best to keep up the motion, sucking and flicking her clit as it crashed through her over and over again until she was a whimpering, sobbing mess, still trembling at the slightest touch.
I stood, slamming my cock deep inside her as I swatted the mosquitoes that had gathered and she began to come again, her moans almost screams as I thrust in and out.
“Ohhhhhh…Fu…Fuckkkkk! Ohhhhh…OhohohohOHHHHHHH! FUCK!!!”
It was a hopeless battle for me, watching her in that state, her pussy milking my cock in orgasm, convulsions gripping and releasing.
I pulled out and screamed my own orgasm as I sprayed my cum across her belly, coating the undersides of her breasts and splashing over her nipples as I let all of that tension fly out of me.
When I’d finished I thrust inside her once more, leaving the last drops of cum that had gathered on my head to coat her insides. I buried myself deep and I could hear her sob from the other side of the rock.
I leaned over her, felt my hot cum wet and sticky between us as I pressed myself against her taught body. My hands worked efficiently as she moaned meekly and I untied the cord bound to her hair.
Then, I lifted her head, cradling it in my hands as I gently wiped away her tears and whispered in her ear…”Good girl”.