Her name is Miyuki McAdam, a unique blending of the strong Scottish single malt flavor of her father with the more subtle and exotic nuance of sake from her mother’s Asian heritage. Her unique first name was in homage to her maternal-side Japanese roots that spanned four generations. There were five possible f to her first name: “beautiful happiness;” “deep snow,” “beautiful snow,” “beautiful reason for history,” and “good fortune.” Miyuki (or Yuki as she preferred to be called) was the embodiment of all of the possible meanings without even trying.
My name is Logan Campbell…Major Logan Campbell. I was recently assigned to my Air Wing’s base hospital to serve as the medical service officer who oversaw the hospital’s specialty care group that offered women’s health, psychiatry, radiology, pharmacy, clinical laboratory, and physical therapy.
Soon after my arrival, the group’s longtime contracted civilian physical therapist (PT) informed me that he had filed his papers to retire in two months. This was problematic since PTs were the hardest to recruit of all of the medical specialists in my group. There was a general shortage of available military PTs which forced the Air Force to hire contracted civilian PTs to provide much-needed medical services to its airmen.
Working closely with the Wing’s Personnel Support, I immediately began the recruitment process and quickly learned how difficult it would be to fill the vacancy. The position has a slew of requirements that explained the shortage of military PTs. Additionally, the Wing’s rather remote location and the sparse population of the surrounding area made the job opening seem less than desirable.
Two months came and passed, and there were no takers for the now vacant position. I had to resort to using the outside rehabilitation agencies in the closest city some 75 miles away. This meant transportation costs, airmen being out of duty for long periods of time, and a severe strain on my operational budget and relationship with the higher-ups.
Just when I was at my wit’s end, my group clerk, Staff Sergeant (E-5) Joe Johnson, met me on a Monday morning, beaming, “Sir, this will make your day…no…year!” and with that he handed me a large manila envelope from the Wing’s Personnel Support. As I opened and took out an application and attached resume, my clerk who could barely contain his glee chirped, “She’s one hell of a doozy, sir.”
And do you know what? He was right. “Oh, my god!” I exclaimed as I quickly reviewed her application and then her resume, “This Miyuki McAdams is the embodiment of what we have been looking for and more so. She was graduated from an accredited physical therapy program at a well-known university and as a Doctor in Physical Therapy at age twenty-three. A year later Doctor McAdams got her PT nationally certification as well as her unrestricted license to practice in all fifty states and territories. This McAdams woman is twenty-eight years old and has got almost five years of top-notch PT experiences in different settings and with glowing letters of recommendation to back it up.”
“But, sir, Miyuki McAdams? What kind of name is that? The last name is Scottish and I think the first name is…Japanese? A Japanese-Scot?”
“I don’t know, Joe. Her application’s marital status says ‘single’ but she could have married some Scottish guy and divorced. All I know is that as long as she can do the job, she could have three eyes and be purple, and I won’t care. Let’s see. It’s zero-eight-thirty (8:30 a.m.) now…I think the East Coast is two hours ahead of us…hmmm, should I take a chance and call her at work?”
“Ah, sir, I would recommend you wait two hours. That way, Miyuki…what a funky name…should be on lunch break and on her own time.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You make the call on the hospital’s landline so that it will be official, and when she picks up…hopefully, she does…you patch me in to speak to her. In the meanwhile, I review her application and resume more thoroughly and develop some interview questions.”
“Hmmm, sir, if I might suggest, you might want to express an interest in her and then set up a Zoom interview so that you can see what you’re getting and vice versa. We have her email address and I can forward to her the necessary contact information, date, and time. And, oh, a weekend might be better because she can do it on her time…that is if you don’t mind coming in, sir.”
“Hey, if it means that I can land us a PT, I’m game. And Sergeant, if you help set up this Zoom session and are on hand while we do it, it’s a weekend pass for you.”
“Yes, sir. It’ll be my pleasure. I’m dying to see what our new PT will look like. I can set the Zoom session up where I can see Dr. Miyuki McAdams without her seeing me.”
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I struggled to remain calm as I rehearsed my interview questions and nervously waited for my possibly new PT to log into the Zoom session. Suddenly, she did and I was enchanted. Before me was a nice-looking young white woman with warm brown eyes, freckled cheeks, a toothy but inviting grin on her lips, and straight brown hair. Before I could say anything, I heard, “Hi, call me Yuki. You must be Logan…or should I call you Major Campbell?.”
“Nah, the military rank is only for show when the brass is around. In the specialty care group, we’re pretty informal since the professionals are unique experts in their own field.” With that, we began a loose and rather candid interview in which I explained in depth the range of her duties and pay and job benefits. In return, Yuki spoke of her education and work experience that more than satisfied the job requirements.
“What was that, Logan? Do I have a problem working with airmen and the Air Force? Funny that you should ask because my current employer is in a contract to provide physical therapy for the employees of a major airline. I have worked with pilots, flight crews, mechanics, and maintenance personnel. Although the airline is commercial and not tactical, I would imagine that the range of ailments and treatment strategies would be very similar.”
The fact that we clicked on multiple levels left no doubt in either of our minds that Yuki was our next physical therapist. “Yuki, I’m impressed and will make a highly positive recommendation to the powers that be to hire you at the highest salary range possible. No guarantees, but I am reasonably sure that my recommendation will be approved. So, when can you start because we’re in dire need of a physical therapist?”
“Well, if you need me that bad, how about a month from when I receive a letter of employment from you folks. Once I accept and sign the necessary documents, I will give my two-week notice, sell my car, terminate my apartment lease, and pack up so that I can ship my belongings to a storage facility closest to the base. I’ll bring with me what I need to live out of the suitcase until I can buy a car and find a place to live until my stuff arrives.”
“Ah, regarding a car, there are several used car dealerships in the surrounding communities. When airmen rotate out, they end up selling their cars rather than shipping them. I can take you around and am sure that you can get a reasonable deal if you’re willing to haggle a bit.”
“Haggle? Ha, when I want something, I am persistent and can talk one hell of a mean streak.”
“Okay, and rather than staying at an off-based motel, there is temporary on-base guest housing and as an in-processing air force civilian employee…a doctor at that…you should be able to use it. If you would like, I can make a reservation for you. It’s cheaper than outside and will give you a feel for the base while you look for a place of your own in the civilian sector.
“Plus, the guest housing is a block away from Personnel Support and those people will want to get their hands on you as soon as possible. They need to get you properly credentialled with an identification card and appropriate passes. You’ll have to undergo a background check for security clearance…so I hope no skeletons are hiding in your closet. ”
“Ooh, there are a few…a few brokenhearted ex-boyfriends who are still pining for me. You know that I’m not what I may seem…and have a naughty side to me. Just how naughty? Why you’ll have to find out for yourself. Hmmm, still there is nothing that would make me a threat to national security. Physical therapists don’t make good spies.
“That being said, thank you, Logan. I’d definitely appreciate it if you arrange my transition housing. I know I’m going to love working with you. Is there anything else that you want to ask me…on or off the record?”
I hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, “Yes, there are two. The first is why are you open to relocating to the middle of nowhere? Shoots, there’s not a lot of social life around the base or in the surrounding communities. I would hate for you to relocate to here and then after a short stint, pull out. What gives?”
“Logan, I’m single, unattached, and fancy-free. I love solitude and the outdoors, and am into hiking, camping, and fishing….although hunting is not my thing. I am at that stage of life when I can explore what life has to offer me. Instead of asking me ‘Why,?’ the question that should be asked is, ‘Why not?’ I’m just looking for a place…or life in which I can settle down and put down roots and bear fruit. I see this job opportunity as an adventure and one that might bring me closer to what I am looking for. That’s how I’m approaching it. Next question?
“Your name is…strange. It speaks of an Asian…Japanese…first name, and Scottish last name. You don’t look Japanese…much less Asian…but you look like you could come from Scottish stock. Ah, could you possibly help me out…”
“Ha! You don’t know how many times I’ve been asked this question. Okay, here goes. My father is of Scottish descent…as is apparent by my last name…and if I’m not mistaken, yours too. My first name is an homage to my great-grandmother who fell in love with a ‘gaijin’ or foreigner, suffered when ostracized by her family, and endured the racial discrimination heaped upon her and her children by her adopted country. She was a brave and strong-willed woman, and my mother, bless her soul, gave me her name in hopes that I might be the same.”
After a period of silence, I said, “Okay, I’m convinced that you’re the real deal and will put in the paperwork.” Then after a quick glance at Joe who gave me a thumbs-up, I continued “I or my clerk, Staff Sergeant Joe Johnson, will be in contact with you.”
“Sounds like a plan…and Joe, I know you’re watching. If you need to contact me, do it directly without the pretense of going through Logan.” Then looking at me through the monitor screen, Yuki said, “Nice meeting you, Logan, and I look forward to further exploring our relationship.
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“Ahhh, Major Campbell,” my clerk said the moment I walked into the group’s office after my morning workout, “You’d better comb your hair and straighten out your uniform because there’s a surprise waiting for you in your office.” When I looked at him inquisitively, he approached and whispered, “She’s here. Ah huh, Miyuki McAdams. She flew in early, caught a taxi (can you believe that), and has already checked in at guest housing.” Then with a silly grin on his face, he quipped, “Wait until you see her.”
Squaring myself away, I opened my office door and was immediately struck by lightning as Yuki turned to face me, dazzling me with that seductive smile of hers, a cute nose, and bewitching brown eyes that matched her long mahogany hair. She had this physically fit look to her well-proportioned five-foot-six frame. Her comfortable top revealed her toned arms, modest breasts, and flat stomach. Her fitted jeans hinted of nicely rounded hips, tight buns, and shapely legs. Yuki emanated this wholesome girl-next-door aura tinged with athleticism and spiced by engaging intrigue.
“Yuki! So glad to finally meet you,” popped out of my mouth once I recovered from my shock. “Sorry to look so…unkempt…but I just came from working out at the base gym.”
“Gym? Is there one on base and is it open to civilian employees?” When I nodded that it was, she then asked, “What do you do there for exercise?”
“Ahh, today I did some weights, then flexibility exercises, and end it with a boxing routine on the speed and heavy bags.”
“You box? Ha, well how do you like that…so do I. Maybe after my stuff gets here and I get settled in, you and I can do a little sparing. Do you think you’re up to duking it out with a little girl?”
Gulping at the gauntlet that was just thrown down, all I could do was utter, “Bring it on, little girl, bring it on. However, tomorrow, I’m doing a jog for a cardio workout. The base is flat and with a speed limit of fifteen miles per hour… it is a safe running place…”
“Are you open to a running partner? I brought my jogging shoes and clothing because I didn’t know if there was a gym on base. I don’t want to get fat from not working out.”
“Sure. How far do you normally run? Four miles? That sounds about right. I tell you what…I will park at guest housing at six a.m., and we will then run two miles out and then back. Then you can shower and dress at your place while I head to the gym showers. How does that sound?”
“Sounds like a plan. I hope you don’t run too fast. You know that your legs are much longer than mine with you towering over me by what…six or seven inches. Jeez!”
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The next morning, I was surprised when Yuki showed up. Her sports bra made her breasts seem smaller than I had first imagined, but it amply displayed the abs of her trim stomach and muscular arms. A light pair of shorts showed off her tight buns, fit thighs, and shapely legs that ended in bright neon green jogging shoes.
“Ah, since you are thoroughly checking me out,” giggled Yuki, “let me say that I like what I see too in you. But shouldn’t we become ‘hot and heavy’ by jogging a couple of miles? Lead on, Logan, because I don’t know the route.”
By the time we reached the halfway mark, I knew that Yuki was not what she seemed or said. Why? Because she smoked my ass, running at an easy lope that had me panting and gasping as I watched her cute buns swished tantalizingly back and forth.
“Ha!” crowed Yuki, “that was a nice wake-me-up run. Maybe if you’re up to it the next time, we might be able to run a little bit longer? What’s that? Oh yeah, I better shower and dress so that I can get to Personnel Support and do my in-processing. If I finish early, I’ll drop by the hospital to get acquainted with my new working environment. See you soon…hopefully.”
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Like a splash of fresh Spring air, Yuki was refreshing and invigorating. She easily made herself a vital part of my little group of specialists, talking to her peers as if she had known them for a long time. Well-liked and bright, she soon was seen as a contributing team member.
Yuki had a certain gentle but firm way of dealing with her patients, thoroughly assessing each, and then crafting a treatment plan that would restore their fitness. Her female patients related to her as an understanding big sister, and her male patients…well…had this lovestruck look after being bedazzled by those rich chocolate eyes of hers.
But one of her biggest admirers was my very own Staff Sergeant Joe Johnson. Yuki made him feel special and fueled his infatuation by asking him for his insight on the working of the hospital and base and what was available on and off base. She always made sure to give him a smile whenever she saw him and an occasional hug of appreciation.
“Say, Joe, you seem taken with our new PT, and she is sure friendly with you. Why don’t you ask her out on a date?”
Joe dropped his eyes and squirmed a bit in his chair. “Yuki is friendly to everyone…and while I like her, she’s out of my league.” When I pressed him some more, he finally said in a resigned manner, “Sir, don’t you know? Yuki has her eyes set on only you…she was taken with you from the first time she laid those lovely eyes on you during the Zoom interview. And…well…when I mentioned that you were unattached…”
“What? You’re shitting me! I mean like you said, she’s friendly with everyone… sometimes uncomfortably so. Still, Yuki is kind of cute…but attracted to me?”
“Give it a try, sir. She might surprise you.”
And so, the next time I saw Yuki I decided to take a chance based on my clerk’s advice. “Hey there, Dr. McAdams. I was thinking about going to the base’s all-ranks club for lunch…they serve a great BBQ cheeseburger and fries. Would you care to join me? My treat?”
“Why, Major Campbell, are you asking me out on a date?” beamed a Yuki with a certain sparkled in her eyes. “It’s about time! I was beginning to think that this girl was losing her touch and that I’d have to resort to drastic measures…like stripping naked and throwing myself at you. Hmmm…that is a stimulating train of thought! Oh, do behave, Yuki!”
That little lunch date turned into the first of many and then morphed into outings to the base’s recreational venues. I quickly learned not to be Yuki’s sparring partner because she took advantage of my reluctance to hit a female and punched the living shit out of me, rocking me with shots to the head and stomach, much to the laughter of the watching gym denizens. Our outings that eventually shifted to quiet dinner dates and unbeknownst to us caught the interest of our specialty group and eventually the hospital staff.
Over the next six months, unit commanders continually and openly praised Yuki and her work to my superiors for the quick return to duty of their treated airmen. They made no bones about her being indispensable to the Hospital and especially to the Wing. It went without saying that when I recommended that Yuki’s contracted position should be converted to permanent civil service status and that she should receive an incentive award, they quickly concurred.
“Thank you, Logan!” burst out of Yuki’s mouth as she rushed into my office with a startled my clerk right behind her. Throwing her arms around my neck, she enthusiastically kissed me on my surprised lips. “Thank you, thank you for changing my status to permanent civil service…and giving me an incentive award on top of it! I promise that you won’t regret it.”
With a wide-eyed, slack-jaw Staff Sergeant Johnson watching, I struggled…and failed miserably…to resist Yuki’s over-the-top emotional expression of gratitude. It went without saying that news of that episode spread like wildfire. My relationship with my young and lovely physical therapist was now a point of avid interest, rampant gossip, and wild speculation. This was in large part due to the machinations and matchmaking of the group’s clerk, Staff Sergeant Johnson.
“So, sir, the three-day weekend is approaching. What have you…and perhaps Doctor McAdams…got planned?”
“Staff Sergeant Johnson, you are a troublemaker, aren’t you? The doctor and I are…friends and colleagues…and nothing more.”
“Ah huh,” mumbled Joe, “Well, to let you know, sir, our entire group agrees that Yuki seems to have a definite interest in you. Sir, I hate to say this but the betting odds of the group…in fact, the entire hospital…from the senior leaders to the lowly medical assistant…are that Yuki will seduce you and make you hers.”
“What? You’ve got to be kidding me!” When my clerk just shook his head, all I could say to myself was, “Oh, fuck!” While I found Yuki definitely interesting, taking our relationship to the next level was something that I had struggled to avoid any appearance of impropriety on my part. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was trapped in Yuki’s quicksand of seduction, sinking the more I struggled to resist.
Seeing my utter confusion, my clerk nonchalantly mentioned, “You know that Yuki loves fishing and swimming. While we were at the coffee machine this morning, I just happened to mention the water recreation and camping opportunities at the Reservoir. Yuki’s face literally lit up and she gave me that goddamn smile of hers that was followed by one of her squishy Yuki-hugs…sigh!”
“Oh, fuck!” I said to myself, “I’m fucked!” Sure enough, Yuki showed up minutes later, dropping heavy hints about the upcoming weekend, the Reservoir, and her availability. When I finally capitulated and asked Yuki if she wanted to do a road trip to the Reservoir for some swimming and fishing, I was once again treated to her spontaneous kisses and hugs (something that I was getting very accustomed to…duh).
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Saturday morning came and found Yuki and me on the shores of the reservoir that was created by the merger of two rivers. “Ooh, god, this is great, Logan. Look at this big piece of water before us with hardly anyone around,” piped an excited Yuki as she got out of my SUV. “Is that an anchored platform out there? It is? Do you feel like a morning dip? I bet I’ll beat you there!’
With that said, Yuki shed and tossed her clothes into my SUV before making this mad dash for the water’s edge. Figuring, what the hell, I tucked my car keys into my swim shorts and gave hot pursuit to my date. Although I am a good swimmer, I couldn’t catch Yuki before she got to the platform and pulling herself out of the water, laid back and stretched out to sun herself.
When I hauled myself onto the platform, I was speechless (again) as I beheld Yuki’s tempting bikini-clad body. “What’s the matter? Why are you look at me like that, Logan?” purred Yuki as she caught me staring at her.
“You…are…ehrr…seem…ahhh…’bigger.'”
“Ohhh, you mean my boobs. That’s because I’m wearing a string bikini. Most of the time I wear a sports bra…while at work due to the freedom it gives me when treating patients…and when I exercise and need more support. However, when wearing a bikini, there is little compression…that’s what we girls call ‘boob squishing’…like when wearing a sports bra. I hope you’re not too disappointed to discover that I am a bit bustier when I am ‘unrestrained.'”
Then before I could say anything, Yuki snickered as her eyes stared at the bulge in my swim shorts, “And I must say that I like what I see in you…definitely…yes! I take it as a positive response to me. You sure know how to flatter a girl and make her heart go pitter-patter.”
“Aah, Yuki, I’m feeling extremely uncomfortable. I mean…I am your supervisor…and….”
“Oh, come on, Logan…you’re the medical services officer for our menagerie of specialists who don’t fit in any other hospital department. You don’t really tell us what to do…but you and Sergeant Johnson…what a cutie…support us. We are not exactly in a supervisor-employee situation. So, cut yourself…and us…some slack.”
“Uhhmm, Yuki, where are you going with this? I mean…what are your intentions?”
“Logan, are you dense? Look, we’re the same age…single…unattached… straight… relatively attractive…and attracted to each other. Like ‘golly gee’…besides jumping your boner, what else do I have to do to throw the big ‘hint?'”
I was immediately struck and paralyzed by a thunderbolt of sudden awareness and acceptance of Yuki’s words. “Damn it, Yuki’s right! I am attracted to her…want her in the worse way…and have been a stupid idiot to resist her willingness.”
However, before I could do or say anything, Yuki rolled over to cover my prone body with hers. She then kissed a startled me in a way I’ve never been kissed before, clearly signaling her erotic intentions towards me and us. I responded in kind and soon we were actively engaged in a full-on make-out session on the platform.
However, as I was about to pull down her bikini top so that I could feast on her newly discovered tits, Yuki stopped me. “Logan, honey, I don’t mean to come across as some kind of cockteaser but I think…no, we should stop for now. There are other families on the shoreline now and pretty soon they…or their kids…will be swimming out to this platform. I don’t think we want to put on a free pornographic session for them to see.”
“Okay, I’ll hold off. But it’s a good thing that I made a camping reservation for the far side of the reservoir, brought my three-person tent, and some MREs (Meals Ready to Eat) just in case some horny physical therapist wanted to mess around with this Big Bad Wolf.”
“Why Major Logan Campbell! You are a sly nasty one. Who would have thought?” gasped Yuki in faux surprise. Then after a slight pause, she continued but in an innocent girlish tone, “But the only things I have are my shorts, top, bikini, and flip-flops. While I was hoping….but I didn’t plan for…”
“Honey-child, you’re overdressed for what we will be doing in our tent and out of the sight of prying eyes. Does that bother you, little girl?”
Yuki hugged and kissed me that left no doubt as to her answer. Still, she whispered urgently, “That sounds like a plan to me. Let swim back, drive to our reserved campsite, and set up the goddamn tent. Then you’ll find out what this little girl does to Big Bad Wolves!”
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I drove like a bat out of hell around the lake to our campsite. Once there, Yuki and I hastily set my three-person tent while madly kissing each other and copping some easy feels. I grabbed two sleeping pads from my SUV and dove into the tent with Yuki quickly following. As she quickly unfolded the pads, I zipped the tent close for much-needed privacy. However, as I turned to face my love interest, I was hugged and wrestled to the pad with Yuki jumping on top of me to give me one of her passionate kisses that would have knocked my socks off if was wearing any.
“Does the Big Bad Wolf want to play house?” giggled Yuki girlishly. “You do? Oh, good. You want us to go to bed? But I didn’t bring my nightie. Oh, well, guess I’ll have to make do.” With two quick yanks of her bikini top, her unfettered breasts surged into view, jiggling and bouncing provocatively.
Fuck, if I thought Yuki was intriguing with her clothes on, she was incredibly spectacular without them. Her full breasts were hand-magnets that drew my hands to cup and squeeze her spongy snow-white mounds. When her meaty ruby-red nipples popped, I devoured them, licking, tweaking, and sucking each one greedily.
Yuki groaned as she eagerly pressed a breast into my mouth, “Ohhh, fucking yes! My nippies haven’t been sucked for oh so long…suck my titties, Logan, suck them hard!”
And that I did until her teats became long, thick, and hard now-purple cylinders that jutted from her flushed boobs which quivered on her heaving chest. My thumbs and forefingers pinched and rolled her sensitive tips causing Yuki to moan and toss in the erotic sensations that surged through her twisting body.
While continuing her titty-stimulation, my tongue blazed a lazy wet path down her taut stomach to one of her bikini bottom’s ties. Catching one of its strings between my teeth, I twisted my head to sharply yank it, undoing the tie. When the other side was quickly undone similarly, Yuki’s bottom slipped away.
“You’re hairless!” escaped from the surprised lips when her mouthwatering piece of femininity was revealed. Large puffy external lips formed a tight inviting slit which I just had to lick, reveling in its smoothness, taste, and aroma. My rasping tongue lightly dipped into and then plowed the length of her fleshy sex, slurping her liquid excitement.
Yuki shrieked and jerked when the tip of my tongue swirled around her stiff clit. Grasping my head, she pulled me up to kiss me fiercely. “Yes, I’m bald down there! Because my work is physical and I exercise so much, it is cooler and easier to maintain. I also felt a certain wickedness when I waxed off my pubes. It stung like hell,” she said with a certain grin on her lips and sparkle in her eyes, “but a bit of pain can be stimulating…don’t you agree?
“Hey! Why am I the only one who’s naked? Major Logan Campbell, you get out of those goddamn trunks!” Then sniggering that made her boobs jiggle wildly, Yuki chortled, “That is if you can wiggle out of your trunks with that telephone pole in it.”
After watching me struggle in the tight confines of the tent, Yuki finally muttered impatiently, “Oh, hell, let me help you before I lose the mood.” Pressing my engorged erection down with one hand, she grabbed my trunk’s waist with her other hand to pull it up, out, and down. “Oh, my!” exclaimed Yuki, “What a big, big ding-ding the Big Bad Wolf has?” Then gripping and pumping my hardened shaft, she whispered, “It is so yummy looking…I wonder…”
“Oh, hell!” ripped from my throat as my cock was inhaled into the vortex of Yuki’s mouth. Now, I’ve had my fair share of women go down on me but they were plain amateurs when compared to the young woman now sucking on my dong. I don’t know how she did it but Yuki after mouthing my bulbous penis head, swallowed and then deep-throated me with practiced ease.
“Hmmm, I love giving head and would love to suck you off. But right now, I need this big piece of hard man-meat somewhere else.” And with that, a nude Yuki straddled my hips and positioning my manhood in the entrance of her womanhood, slowly impaled herself on my throbbing fleshy stake.
“Shit! You’re so damn big…stretching out my tight snatch…going oh so deep… feeling so outstanding good,” gasped Yuki as she threw her head back when she took all of me. As she lewdly ground her hairless vulva against my hairy groin, a shudder shot up her spine causing her boobs to quiver provocatively.
“Oooh, I want you to fill my cunny with your hot sticky spunk this entire weekend and beyond. Don’t worry…I’m fitted with an IUD…hey, a girl never knows when an enticing big dick might come along. Now with that said, I am going to ride you, and this little girl is going to break in and tame her Big Bad Wolf.”
And boy, did she. Starting slowly at first and then picking up the tempo, Yuki humped herself on my rock-hard dick. Sweat began dripping from her forehead and her body glistened with a slick sheen. Her boobs flopped and swayed obscenely as she pumped up and down, causing her fat nipples to dance teasingly before my eyes.
“Ohhh, shit, Logan! I am going to cum! Oh, yes, I’m almost there…almost…yes…yes… yes…I’m cumming! Arrgghh! Arrrggghhh!! Arrrrgggghhhh!!!!”
Yuki collapsed on my beating chest as spasms of her climax continued jolted through her. “Oh my God…that was fantastic,” she breathlessly sighed. “Can you feel my pussy still gripping your big fat cock? Yeah, I love it and don’t want to let you go. Oooh…I’m so damn wet…hey, wait a minute…you didn’t cum, did you?”
“No, a gentleman always lets a lady go first. Plus, this Big Bad Wolf wants to rut with his little girl doggy-style. Now…if I can only figure out how to get you on your hands and knees without me slipping out of your hot juicy twat.”
“Watch me,” whispered Yuki. “I’m going to slowly slide off your chest like this. And then I’ll gradually spin my body around your embedded dick…not too fast cuz I don’t want to bend or break your you-know-what. Watch my feet…don’t want to kick your face. And now…”
To this day, I don’t know how we did it but soon I was humping Yuki who had her ass high in the air and her face against the sleeping pads. My groin slapped loudly against her firm reddening buns, making her grunt with each thrust. I felt her fingernails lightly scrape my tightened nuts and knew that she must have reached between her legs to finger her clit.
I grabbed her buns and spread them so that I could see my dick pistoning in and out of her pussy. That was then I spied her winking asshole, and the next thing I knew was that I was pressing a saliva-coated middle finger into her puckered anus.
Yuki jerked up and moaned, “Ohhh, how did you know that I love being butt-fucked? But…oooh…although I want you back there, you’ll have to take a raincheck on that right now. I will need a whole lot of lubricant…yep, definitely…if I’m going to take your monster up my poop-chute.”
“That’s something to look forward to, little girl. But if you’ll excuse me…this Big Bad Wolf has a hell of a juicy pussy to bang…and an urgent need to empty two-balls full of spunk. So, start frigging yourself faster if you want to cum with me.” Needless to say, Yuki did just that, bringing herself off and triggering my cock explosion deep within her, flooding her churning twat with hot sticky baby-batter.
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“Hmmm, Logan, I assume…although it is a bit too late to ask…that you are an officer and gentleman…and that this isn’t a one-time fling with your Physical Therapist. It isn’t, is it?”
“No, little girl, this Big Bad Wolf is in for the long run. This weekend is but the next step in our romance. Ummm, how can I give up sucking these addictive juicy fat nipples of yours… ummm? And after I recuperate a bit, I’m going to revisit the tightest cunt that I have ever had and make another sperm down payment on our future together. There is still a lot about Miyuki McAdams that I have yet to discover.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed my bodily delights. An ex-boyfriend once told me that my big nipples and snug little pussy were because I’m part Asian. Ha! I’m only one-eighth Japanese…but I guess a little goes a long way. And, speaking of a little, I only have shorts, a t-shirt, and a string bikini. I need to go home to get some more clothes and other necessities for a weekend of camping with you.”
“Nope, you won’t need any more clothes. I plan to keep you bare-ass naked in this tent and screw you senseless for this entire three-day weekend.”
“Hmmm, sounds like a plan…but…if the Big Bad Wolf really wants to indulge in his depraved sexual urges, he should take me home first. If you do, I can take an enema to cleanse myself and grab my tube of lubricant. That way once we’re back in this tent, you can lube me and you up for some forbidden anal pleasure and a weekend of kinky lovemaking. How does that sound?”
“Miyuki McAdams, you’re a woman after my own heart. Okay, we’ll get dressed and go to your place…but not before you suck on my dick and make it hard again…for I want to do some serious pussy-banging and make another sperm investment in my new girlfriend before we leave this tent.”
“Oooh, sucking cock and getting fucked…two of my most favorite things to do. Hmmm, what is a girl to do? Okay, Logan, your newly acquired love-slave will give into your twisted sexual urges, you closet pervert. Now, lay back and enjoy this…ummm…you sure do taste good…ummm…”