Poison

Voice Tone: Go with your own cues and composure. I would imagine it initially more objective in the first several sentences and then growing to sexual excitement, seduction, and passion. The more slutty the better, ultimately.

Pacing: If possible a slow rhythm of reading so the words can have their effect.

The unzipping of the tent would not be heard by the surrounding crowd of camp-goers, and it wasn’t even heard by him.
He was sleeping on top of the covers and could just be seen in the low light as an outline.
She slipped in under the gaze of a dying fire and a few isolated campers, arguing in a drunken state.
The music was dead, chased away by a chorus of friends singing into the night.
They were 70 feet away. This was not without risk.

It was simple for her to slide his boxers down, once she had sneaked into his tent. He slept like the dead.
She had been in this position before.
The jokes by the fire had lasted long into the night. Girls prodding her for information about years ago, some loud mouths making insensitive jokes, but he had been quiet.
He had been busy with others. He had been avoiding of her.

(Confident)
Right now he didn’t have a lot of say in the matter.

(Seductive)
She slipped his cock into her mouth and began to go to work. Her fingers spread along his legs.
Her nails were liberal with their dragging. If he got marked up, so be it. Not her problem.
Moans surrendered from his breathing in a short order. He smelt like whiskey.
He began to harden in her mouth, as she found her already wet pussy, teased by the night and teased by thoughts.
She felt her wetness was sensitive to the movements of her mouth. With each stroke of her lips he was more hers.
For a moment, the image of her hair in a ponytail, wrapped round his hand flashed into her mind.
A deep moan escaped her. She could have anything she wanted now.

(Excited)
He was waking up. His large, hard,
(Moan)
thick cock straight up in the air, the head cradled in her mouth, her spit running down the shaft.
From his view it would be a wonderful nightmare, to let such a sight come into view.

(Confident)
His protests came at first. Confusion and wordplay. Questions into the dim light, when he knew the answer already.
And how did she answer him? Running her mouth sideways across the left side of his shaft until she crested up on his head.
She punished his cock with long and deep sucks;

(Sucking Sounds)(Greedy, loud sounds with no concern for who would hear and even a wanting to be caught)(15 seconds).

She found his hand with her nails and guided it violently to her hair.
The pressure of the nails probably hurt and that had no importance anywhere in this tent.
Still, empty protests were made. The name of his wife thrown out as a shield. She smiled.
When his hand touched her hair she was rewarded with feeling a tightening of his fingers.
He could say what he wanted. She knew she could feel him pushing.
Sliding halfway down his thickness, she softly bit his cock. She remembered how he liked that.
Now protests turned into swearing. He loved it.

She worked him.
She slid her lips from the top to halfway down, up and down, smoothly and expertly.
She knew him and his body.
Each time her mouth popped off near the top she would kiss the top of him sweetly.


(Sucking, long and drawn out moans, heavy kissing as she gets to the head, in a rhythm)
15 seconds.

He had been drinking and his heart was racing.
She had been planning and her heart was racing.
When she slipped her mouth off of him she moved in one quick motion.
Her pussy was right above his cock by a couple of inches now. The small pop up tent was filled but just enough starlight.
Her wetness betrayed the entire scene, her pussy completely ready and aching for all of this, her ass cheeks wet with herself.
Pulling her thong to the side, she ran her pussy just along his stomach.
Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered:

(Whisper Loudly Tone)
Tell me how much you want it...

His hands were grabbing her ass now. He always had this fixation. Her apple bottom was something she could not hide.
Not from any eyes, not in any dress, not in any skirt.
And as he worked, she moaned in his ear.

(Moans)(10 seconds)

Until she broke her voice to another whisper,
(Whisper Loudly)
“You can’t have it”

Pulling herself off of him, she slid onto her back, on the padding. Her heart was racing.
This was the turning point upon which the entire plan depended.
The air was for a moment full of nothing but both of them breathing.
He knew this game, but would he play? He hadn't been up for it years ago. He considered it dangerous.
She had obsessed on the fantasy so long, that necessity overcome embarrassment.

(Breathing hard) 10 seconds

Tone: Desperate, horny, losing it.

In the suspense of waiting she found her hands already had moved to either side of her head.
When he moved on top of her, she needed his desperation.
It was everything in that moment to feel his control slip through his fingers.
He had weighed the options. In this terrible moment he had lost to them.
As he tried to enter her, she summoned a louder voice.
No tents were immediately nearby, but some few people may yet be near the dying fire. Some few people may, in a groggy fashion, awaken to hear the odd sound.
Her voice was not screaming, but she made sure it was a bit too loud. She stated it like a weapon. Not a scream, but in a slightly loud voice:

Tone: Loud, desperate.
NO! STOP!

She knew where these words could take him and what they would elicit.
With genuine strength she pushed her fists and slapped her hands into his chest.
His returning grasp of her wrists was like granite.
He forced her back against the thin thermal comforter. He slid his cock inside of her as she pushed hard against him.
She moaned openly.
It felt amazing.
He was thick. She had always remembered the first time he entered her, when she had thought: 'no one has been this deep,' in almost a scared way.
Now she felt a bit of a thrill at how scared he must be.
He forcefully fucked her body, slowly, deliberately.
He was vexed.
And she wanted him further lost.
She wanted him to not even know what he wad doing.

Moans, slow but forceful fucking. (15 seconds)
Tone: Scared, desperate...

STOP! I said STOP! FUCK! Can’t ANYONE HEAR ME!

And she was scared when she said those words. Her heart rate increased like crazy as she did.
She felt her pussy tighten and almost came from actually turning such a thought into action.
She lifted her legs. He took the bait and, one hand moving over her mouth fearfully,
The other slipped around her ass.
She surprised herself and came on his cock, a small orgasm that betrayed her whole body to him.
He enjoyed it. He was rough with her.
His finger pushed against her asshole.
She manipulated her mouth to end up sucking his finger, his uncertain efforts of blocking her mouth with his palm fading.
Then she broke her lips off and whispered in his ear.
“I'm a fucking bitch. You're cheating right now. You're cheating."

(Increasing pace of fucking 5 seconds)

This was a very dangerous thing she played at. She knew she alarmed him when she cried out just a bit louder,
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? STOP WHY WON’T YOU STOP?”
A small part of herself, still conscious outside of this, thought that even sounded sincere.

That was enough. He released her ass and covered her mouth, forcefully this time.
Finally he spoke, in words that came in a hurry and all over themselves.
What was she doing? She was lying. She was going to get him in trouble. She shouldn't be here.
She felt herself tense on him and inwardly repressed the desire to allow the edge to find her. She was not yet ready to cum again.
He was so hard.
It felt so fucking good.
His hand almost hurt on her mouth.
Shocked at herself, a heavy mix of embarrassment in her, she came.
This time she was moaning passionately against his hands. Her whole body was shaking for moments.

(Fucking 10 Seconds)
Resuming, he was fucking her slowly, but not as roughly now.
She was grateful for that. Too sensitive.
It was amusing; him trying to think.
Her protests were gone.
Now they were connecting eyes and she was just enjoying her tightness milking his cock.
There was no way she would leave without his cum. She wanted that fear from him. He betrayed himself with moans.
No more ignoring her now.
Never ignoring her again.
She knew he had been close for some time.
As she gazed into his eyes she saw a lot of hatred there.
He was entirely in and out of her now.
The entire length of him was giving license to every time she had every thought about this late at night.

(Trying not to cum, bucking against  him, 5 seconds).

She was embarrassed at the whimpers from herself. That wasn't the plan. She would never get this chance again.
He was twitching.
Softly and firmly she slowly bit between his thumb and index finger until he let go. She was quiet now. Breathing hard.
"Turn me over," she said, "you never got to cum in me doggy style, remember?"

A steady moment of heavy breathing.
A shameful consent to move around.
The tent would be shaking and the rustles were not quiet.
But in that moment it was all that was heard. It was so loud. She realized how loud she had been.
She realized how terrible this would be for him.
She presented herself to him as she had wished to. She was supremely confident in this now.
She knew this was his favorite.
Something about knowing how in agony he would be in the morning, and how he couldn't ignore her now,
it made he bite her lip.
She used her elbows, to prop herself and arched her back.
Even the movement, the image of how she imagined he saw her made her quiver.
When he slid in he tried to slow part way. She knew he wouldn't last more than a few seconds now.
He was probably thinking.
She pushed herself onto the rest.

(Openly moaning with disregard for who could hear).
Surprisingly, she was the one doing most of the moving.
His hands were on his hips and his palms grabbed her so hard.
So hard it hurt.
'You can't hurt me,' she whispered.
She hoped he might bruise.
'You're hurting your wife.'
She kept throwing her own body back into him.
There was fear in the tension of his hands. He was completely quiet, except for a rare soft moan betraying his lips.
The grip her pussy had on him was supernatural in her perverted needs in that moment.
She moaned, partially to obscure that her hips truly hurt from his hands.
'Oh my God...you shouldn't have come on this trip...you're fucking up your marriage.'

(Fucking 10 seconds, becoming a bit more desperate on her end).

He was trying to slow down. She could feel him tense, again. He should have cum already.
He would move back to the head of his cock, and then slam it all the way in.
That all in one motion was betraying him. She knew he would never fuck his wife this hard.
She moved a hand of his up her body, across her breast, and to the back of her neck.
Then those words that tortured him:

(Tone: scared, desperate, fucking):
STOP! STOP! DON'T!

She started coming then and it became hard to talk. She could hear their bodies slapping together.
STOP! STOP! WHY? IT HURTS.
And it did hurt. It hurt now. It hut but it also was heaven.

In those last 5 seconds he started moving so roughly.
(Moaning 5 seconds, desperate).

She wished that was forever.

He grabbed her neck from the back and moved her arch how he wanted.
He went back and forth so hard that she lost sight of any control.
Already moaning, she willing took his hand over her mouth as she pushed her ass against him in that final movement.
He emptied himself into her. He moaned deep, a grunt she had been chasing obsessively.
He railed her only moving back and forth a little as she felt...
Spurt after spurt....
She could feel it running in her and spilling out of her.
She had never wanted cum in her like this.
She had never felt this way.
As his hands released her neck, she slowly moved herself back and forth. Slow, little movements, putting her head into the pillow.
She was milking him.
He spurted again.

When he slipped out, some of his cum hit the sleeping bag.
She could hear her breathing.
He was finished now, and numb senses tried to make a play for the danger of the moment.
He made apologies.
He could not see how much she was smiling.
He needed promises of silence.
Instead she kissed him, and then sucked his neck so hard she intended to leave a mark.
When he actually pushed her off it was hard.
She was smiling.
She left in a fashion he did not want, so happy she did not even give him a word.
After all, this was not about what he wanted.