12 comments/ 51805 views/ 40 favorites The Hunt Pt. 01 By: TastyFan In high school I was somehow completely oblivious to the fact that girls found me incredibly attractive. I was 6' 2" with an athletic build and nicely tanned from working outside. Even under the baggy clothes I would often wear you could tell I was in good shape. In retrospect it should have been obvious to me. Well I finally lost my virginity in the summer after graduation. A couple houses down the street lived a girl that also went to my school. She had finally gotten the courage to confess to me that she thought I was hot. It was our last summer before we both went off to different colleges and she wanted to "ride" me at least once before then. Those were her words, not mine. But that may be a story for another time. So now you understand why, when I got to college, I was making up for lost time. I quickly learned how to pick-up girls in my freshman year. By the end of that year I could tell who was looking to go home with a guy and also how to be the guy they wanted. At that point I was already addicted to the thrill of the hunt. Also with each new sexual conquest my sexual prowess grew. I was learning not only how to pick-up women but also how to please them. Halfway through my sophomore year I was adept at seducing even those that weren't necessarily looking to get laid. I could turn on the charms and the panties would drop. For the most part they didn't mind that it was a one-night stand. Most would get angry at first and then eventually just ignore me completely. But some rather enjoyed it and would seek me out when they were in need. I never made any true enemies but I still had to be careful about crossing paths with my most recent conquests. That brings me to the start of my junior year. At that point I had fucked every type woman you would care to have sex with. I should have been in heaven, but the thrill of the hunt was gone. My sexual needs were there, don't get me wrong, but there was no challenge and true satisfaction. I was tired of it. So when I was invited to the Tau Kappa Epsilon Halloween party I turned it down. While I would enjoy the costumes and the beer I would not enjoy the women flirting with me. I also would not enjoy talking with the guys since they would only be interested in finding out my secrets or want me to prove my prowess by taking to bed some random girl of their choosing. But then I had an idea. It was, after all, a costume party. If I could find a good enough costume then no one would know it was me under there. I could actually be a normal person for one night. So that's how I ended up frantically driving from costume store to costume store the night before Halloween. It was slim pickings at every single one. I finally found a fairly large one where the selection was better, but still not very good. I passed on anything that didn't have anything to cover my face. I also had to pass on any costume with a full mask. Not only would it be hard to breathe (and drink) in that thing, but also it would actually attract more attention from people trying to guess who's behind it. I almost gave up and then I saw a police costume. It came with a pair of plastic aviator glasses. Between the glasses and the hat it would be really hard to tell who I was, it was perfect! But then I saw it was a woman's costume. I almost yelled in frustration and anger at the careless person that just tossed it in the men's section. Instead I just set it back down with a sigh and kept looking. I got to the end of the men's section with no luck and slowly looked back at the costume. It was either that or don't go to the party at all. All of the time I spent driving around would have been for nothing. Maybe it was desperation but it occurred to me that dressing like a woman would be a brilliant costume. Women wouldn't pay me much attention. Men would probably take one look at me, think "what an ugly woman" and walk away. Plus I could get myself into the party with no problem since women were always let in without question. If worse came to worse I could claim to have lost a bet. Plus the policewoman's costume was the least sexy. It came with a pair of shorts instead of pants but that was about it. Nervously I picked up the costume, then took a deep breath, let it go, and nonchalantly walked to the women's section where I found a dark wig and some make-up. I took these to the cashier, paid for them and managed to get out to the car without embarrassing myself. The rest seemed obvious. I tried on the costume to make sure it fit and saw that there was a lot of work to be done. I was very clearly a man in a woman's clothes. Body hair was going to be the biggest problem. Then I realized that the shorts were quite a bit shorter than I anticipated. They fit just fine, but if I moved the wrong way you could catch a glimpse of the waistband of my underwear. All I needed was for someone to realize I was wearing men's underwear and they'd get suspicious. So I definitely needed to buy panties and I might as well get a bra too. I could see that the shirt was too baggy in the chest. It would look better if I could create the illusion of breasts under that shirt. The last thing would be the make-up. After some research online I found out exactly what I would need. In less than an hour I had run to the store and gotten everything I needed. A few hours later I was looking myself over in the mirror again, but this time I wasn't even sure it was myself. A beautiful woman stared back. Her legs were smooth and toned. The tiny shorts did a good job showing off her legs and tight ass. I flushed as I realized I was giving myself an erection. Fortunately you couldn't tell through the shorts. Somehow they actually did a good job of hiding it while showing off the exact shape of her ass. Her police uniform top was short-sleeved so you could see that her arms were just as smooth and toned as her legs. It was buttoned up too high to show cleavage which meant less looks, so that was good. The padded bra did a good job of creating the illusion of breasts underneath. Her make-up was intentionally subtle and perfectly applied. I had had to apply and remove it 5 times before I got it right, so I had a bit of practice. The wig was not the best quality, but a lot of it was under her hat so it was not very noticeable. I smiled at this woman in the mirror. "This will work", I said to myself. Everything went well after that. If anyone saw me leave my apartment they must have thought it was just another conquest. I got to the party and, sure enough, they let in this uninvited woman with no problem. I got myself a beer and had a blast. I had to learn to pitch my voice up a bit when I talked but after some practice it wasn't an issue. There were a few cop jokes and I threatened to toss people in the drunk tank. Good times. After a while I sat down outside and just watched the people. I had a good buzz from the beer and my plan had been successful. No one knew who I was and I had zero women interested in me. I thought I noticed some guys staring at me though. As I sat there I realized it was not my imagination. Even though mine was probably the most conservative costume there, one girl was dressed only in a few fig leaves, I was getting some long looks from men. I hadn't counted on that. Fortunately no one had started flirting with me yet...or had they? I recalled joking around with some guys earlier in the evening. They laughed way too loudly at my lame jokes and there was more than one dirty joke being told to me that seemed to involve a female cop. My train of thought was derailed as a young man in a body builder costume took the lawn chair right next to me. He looked so young he had to have been a freshman. "Is there a problem officer?" He asked, jokingly. I didn't even turn my head as I said, "Drinking under the age of 21 is against the law. I should take you in." I kept my tone flat and serious. Too late I realized that joke could be taken as sexual innuendo. "I don't see anyone under 21 here," he smirked. "But you can take me if you want." "Bullshit you've gotta be 19, 20 tops," I said, letting my tone slip. "Alright, you got me. It sucks to always look younger than you are. I'm actually 20, but I'll turn 21 in the spring," he confessed. "You're too young and already sloppy drunk," I said, trying to regain my serious composure. He did seem like he had had too many already. Part of me thought it would be funny to let him pick me up just to see the look on his face. But another part of me felt sorry for the guy. He had obviously been working up his courage all night and now he was hitting on a dude in women's clothing. "So are you going to take me in, officer?" he said with hope in his voice. I didn't answer his question but excused myself to go use the bathroom instead. I almost felt bad for giving him the cold shoulder but I was doing him a favor. There were a number of fairly drunk women nearby giving all the signs of being ready to go home with the right guy. He just had to try one of them. Plus I did have to pee. I found my way to an upstairs bathroom and after a few minutes rejoined the party. I had a couple more beers and was feeling pretty great until I spotted the guy from outside again. From the looks of things he had kept on drinking and was now making a complete ass of himself. He would bluntly make a rude suggestion and when they turned him down he let loose a stream of insults and swearing. Now I only felt bad for the women. Maybe it was the alcohol still pumping through my system but I suddenly decided to give this guy more than he bargained for. I tried a sexy saunter and was only marginally successful. Fortunately he was rather drunk so it didn't matter. He saw me walking up to him and that was all it took. "Hey, it's the cold pork from before!" he exclaimed. It took me a second to realize he was trying to call me an icy bitch cop. "You look like you might be too drunk to drive hon," I said in my sweetest voice. That changed his tone. "They've got rooms upstairs for people to use," he said suggestively and by suggestively I mean he put a lot of emphasis on 'use' and lots of hand gestures. "Then lets find you one you can use," I said sweetly and took him gently by the arm. It wasn't too hard to navigate through the house since the party was winding down at that point. I remembered a lot of doors upstairs when I had gone up to use the bathroom so I led him in that direction. When we got to the stairs I made sure to get ahead of him so he could watch my ass on the way up. I could tell it had the desired effect. As we walked down the hallway he put his arm around my shoulders but it took barely a second for his hand to slide down and cup my ass. I wasn't quite ready for this but faked a girlish squeal as we made our way through an open door. This only enticed him further and I had to fight him off long enough to close and lock the door. When I turned around he was suddenly kissing me and roughly fondling my breasts. Technically he was fondling a padded bra and some stuffing but he didn't seem to notice through my shirt. Our tongues darted as I gave in to the kiss. I found myself enjoying it, but blamed it on all the beers I had drunk. I snapped out of my reverie as he started fumbling for the buttons on my shirt. That's when I took control. I maneuvered the two of us over to the bed and roughly shoved him down on it. Fortunately he had failed to undo a single button and my secret was still safe. He started to sit up and protest but I put a hand on his chest and forced him back down. With the other hand I grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled. He immediately stopped protesting and lifted his hips slightly as I pulled his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. His cock sprang free and even in the dimly lit bedroom I could see it was large. "Damn," I whispered softly, getting into character. "You've got an awfully big weapon concealed in there." He started to say something undoubtedly stupid but only a moan escaped as I began massaging his already hard member. I estimated 8 inches, though not very wide, as I stroked it. His moaning got louder and I thought he would cum right there. If that happened I was going to flash my cock at him and run out of there, leaving him confused and embarrassed. But he didn't cum. On a whim I let one finger slide down to caress his taint and lightly touch his asshole. I was ready for shocked protests but his moans only got louder. So while I continued to stroke his shaft I slowly rubbed the head of his cock with the index finger of my other hand. When the tip of my finger was completely slick and glistening with his precum I gently pressed it against his anus and then pushed. There was a slight resistance and then it was in. He gasped and clutched at the blanket on the bed, but he didn't tell me to stop. I increased the speed of my strokes as my finger went in deeper and deeper. Eventually I couldn't go any further without adding a second finger, so I did. He gasped again and I thought that might be enough to make him cum but still nothing happened. Before I knew what I was doing I found myself licking his shaft in the hopes that it would make him cum. Then I let my lips glide up his shaft to the tip of his penis and slowly engulfed the shaft. He began to twitch and I tasted the saltiness of his precum but I did not relish the thought of having his cum in my mouth. So I withdrew and he seemed to sigh in disappointment as I began stroking it again. To my surprise I found I had put three fingers inside him. "I'm so close!" he gasped. "Do you like what I'm doing here?" I asked innocently and flexed my fingers. "Yes!" he nearly screamed. "Fuck that's good! Suck my cock bitch! I want to fucking explode in your mouth!" "You didn't say please, and it's 'officer' to you, so no blowjob for you this time. But I have something that will make you cum if you really want it." "Yes! Fuck! Anything, please officer!" Just like that, he was mine. I slowly removed my fingers but kept stroking his cock. This wasn't part of the plan but this was going to be so much more shocking for him. I somehow managed to get both my shorts and panties off one-handed. His ass was already on the edge of the bed so all I had to do was slowly push forward. I was pleasantly surprised to see my cock was rock hard and his asshole was still stretched, ready to receive. The tip of my manhood pushed at his entrance and then suddenly I was halfway in. He gasped in pleasure, too far gone to realize what was happening, only that it felt even better than before. I continued to stroke him as I pushed deeper and deeper. He whimpered slightly and I thought I heard him whispering "so close, please, so close". Then I began pumping him and lost myself in that amazing feeling. I didn't have long to enjoy it though. He shuddered and bucked as his orgasm finally came. A large, sticky load shot into the air and he gripped my shaft tightly inside him. That was all I needed. I kept pounding as I shot my entire load deep inside his ass. When I pulled out I could see he was panting and his cum was all over his chest. Some of my cum was leaking out of him already. I smiled as he looked at me, a beautiful woman with a hard cock glistening in the dim light, and realization slowly dawned across his face. He sat up in bed as I pulled on my panties and shorts but he said nothing. He only sat there with his mouth open like a fish gasping for air. Neither of us said anything as I made my way out the door. My heart was racing as I drove home that night. It had been exhilarating and I knew I wanted to do it again. The Hunt Pt. 01 I remembered acutely the first time I mentioned the idea to him, he raised an eyebrow and for a moment I thought he was going to tell me I was nuts. "Interesting," was all he said. We were lying in bed together after playing for hours, my body was sore and tired. He had used me up completely, one of his big arms was draped across my shoulders as he held me against his side. I fell asleep before he said anything else about it. We didn't talk about it again until almost a week later. I started to think he wasn't interested in that kind of play, I should have known better. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I did the dishes and tucked a stray strand of long red hair behind my ear for me. I leaned into him and sighed, it had been a very long day with the kids and I was ready for a vacation. "I thought about your idea," he said quietly as he put his chin on my shoulder. "Oh?" I smiled to myself as he kissed my neck once. "I think it would be fun, we could use a weekend like that," he nuzzled my neck and kissed me again making me wiggle. "You really think we could pull it off?" I asked as I scrubbed another plate and tried to take my mind off his closeness. He pinned me against the counter in response to my question. "Don't we always pull playtime off?" he lowered his voice as he pressed against my back and butt. I giggled and one of the kids screamed from the other room. I sighed and rolled my eyes, "I got it sweetheart," he kissed me again and headed off to see what sort of catastrophe they'd created in their bedrooms. Now here we were, in the truck headed for East Tennessee three months later. It had taken careful planning but we were sure we had covered all the bases. He had a lot more experience at this kind of thing but I was certain I could hold my own against him. It was a couple of weeks away from hunting season and we had found a person willing to let us use their private property. I had no idea what Blake had told the owner, but whatever it was it had worked. We loaded up all our camping gear, dropped the kids off at their grandparent's house for a long weekend and headed out by ourselves. He spent half the time teasing me about never having hunted a redhead before and the other half giving me that look he always gave me when he had evil ideas swirling in his head; my husband, the evil genius. We referred to it as "The Game" but I had been trying to think of something better. Nothing came to me as I watched the Smoky Mountains get bigger outside my window. We found the 180 acre plot of land without much difficulty. The access road was not very well used but the truck made it up the big hill just fine. At the top and off to the left there was a small clearing about 50 yards from the only place we could park so we stopped and checked it out. The forest was a riot of color and the weather was supposed to be clear and mild all weekend. I lived for fall. Besides, maybe all the orange and reds on the trees and ground would make hiding me easier, he pointed out. "Very funny, you're so clever," I pursed my lips and raised an eyebrow at him as I let the tailgate down and hopped into the truck bed. I tossed him the bag with the tent and pushed a few other things to the edge of the tailgate before I found my hiking pack and climbed back down. "You better get going my little doe," he slapped my Wrangler clad ass hard and I yelped. "Yes, Sir," I playfully responded out of habit before winking at him and moving away to put my pack on. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into his chest forcefully, kissing me for all I was worth. I rubbed against his body and gripped his biceps firmly. He made me weak in the knees, almost 10 years together and he still had that effect. I pouted and looked up into his dark brown eyes, begging him for more when he finally pulled away. God he was so handsome. "Go on, before I take you here and now," he threatened darkly, his lips curling into a sinister grin. I stepped back and grabbed my pack, slung it over my shoulder and started walking away. I walked for a good twenty minutes before stopping and sitting down to re check everything. I wasn't too far away to turn around if I forgot anything. However we'd checked my pack specifically several times to be sure I had everything I would need for "The Game". Flares, map, gps, two way radio, provisions, my camelback was completely full, and the extra bottle of water was still sealed. I also made sure the reversible down vest, emergency blanket, and socks were in there too. I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. I took a deep breath, it was very pleasant outside. I looked around and pulled out my map. I had marked the trail I was going to take over the course of the last week. I knew there would be obstacles that might force me to change my course but they should be minimal. Of course, Blake didn't know my trail and that was most of the fun. He was giving me a two hour head start. I stood up and started walking again, slipping the folded map into the front pocket of my hunter green flannel shirt. I unbuttoned the first few buttons and let my skin breathe. I had decided based on the weather report not to wear a thermal layer but wore instead a simple black tank top. Blake still made me pack the thermals, stubborn man. "Listen to me Avery, I don't want you getting sick from exposure if you're out there longer than you think you will be," he'd said. Eventually I gave in and admitted he was right. I went over the rules again in my head. Check in at the 4 hour mark, even if it's only to taunt him and tell him he'll never find me out here, use the flare gun if you're in trouble, and don't stray more than a 3 mile radius from camp. I was tingling in excitement. I knew exactly what would happen when he caught me. He'd drag me back to camp and have his way with me. I smiled to myself and kept walking straight before veering north and heading up a steep embankment. I was as quiet as I could be, there were a few leaves already on the ground but most were still attached to the trees. Too late in the season would have been dangerous, this area was always crawling with deer hunters and it would have been too cold. We'd picked a good weekend, I checked my watch when I topped the hill; it had only been about 45 minutes since I left him. I still had quite a ways to go before he'd be leaving to start his hunt for me. Chances are he would expect me to take an easier route to start with, which is why I had chosen to go over the hill instead of around it. I was panting a little and spied a deer stand about 50 feet away and to my left. I walked over and checked it out. Maybe I could climb up and check out the surrounding terrain? I slipped off my pack and dropped it with a thud at the base of the huge tree, I started to climb the wooden planks that were nailed to the trunk, one broke off and I almost fell but I kept climbing. The platform was about 50 feet off the ground and seemed sturdy when I tested it with my hands before shimmying up onto it. I pulled the map out of my pocket and visually matched up my trail to the one I had drawn. Not too bad Avery, I congratulated myself. My trail took me between two more hills and over an outcropping of rocks before heading West. I lost sight of where it would go next because it looked like a long slope downward. I climbed back down quickly and re shouldered my pack before continuing. The forest was beautiful in the afternoon. After I hiked between the two hills I checked my watch again, only another half an hour and he'd be on his way. I needed to hustle. I eyed the rock outcrop and decided to just go over it. They were a little wet though, so I would have to be careful. The first few steps were easy enough but soon I was on my hands feeling my way gingerly over the big rock that made up the peak. My red hair swung forward over my shoulder in its ponytail and I grit my teeth as I climbed down the other side. I almost slipped twice but made it down in one piece. I let out a deep breath and obsessively checked my watch, 15 minutes left. A shot of adrenaline ran through me at the thought of Blake setting off after me, intent on capturing and claiming me as his. A shudder ran down my spine, I smiled and then set off after taking a sip of water from the little plastic hose of the hydration pack. I estimated I had gone almost two miles already, but I was staying well within our established radius as I turned West. This was fun. I loved being out in nature. As soon as the time limit was up I picked up the pace to a fast but quiet walk on my trail. I headed down into a ravine and walked the length of it, almost another mile before climbing back out and continuing on. I stopped every few minutes, hunkered down and listened. I heard no footsteps or movement other than the usual forest sounds. Blake was retired Army, a trained field intelligence officer. I was well aware he might simply be following me without me knowing it and I intended to make his task of finding me a challenge, hunting me in the woods was far different from hunting a terrorist in the sands of Iraq but I was still going to work hard to make it as fun or him as it was for me. I reached around into the front pocket of my pack and fished out the ziplock bag. It contained several pieces of red ribbon, many very thin strands cut to about 6 inches in length. These were my "clues" for him. I was supposed to leave him some sort of trail but I had not started yet. I picked a small bushy plant that had already lost all it's leaves and tied a piece of ribbon to it in a small bow before walking off to my next landmark. When I reached the overhang I climbed carefully down the side. Some natural phenomenon had created a small cavern underneath a stand of very large trees along a decent sized creek. It was here that I rested for awhile, wedged up against the back in a corner just in case he came by looking for me. I didn't really want to have to run from him but I knew it might come to that eventually. I ate a handful of almonds, drank some water, and downed my chicken salad sandwhich from my bag. I'd planned my diet to include a lot of high fat and protein items so that I would have the energy to keep going. I was in pretty good physical condition; I ran a couple of miles every other day and lifted weights when I had a chance. I was naturally athletic, long legged, and my body had only become more curvy after carrying two children. I had been immediately drawn to Blake the minute I had first seen him, the epitome of tall, dark, handsome, and wearing a uniform to boot. Things were rough when he was still in the Army, long deployments and lots of time apart nearly killed our relationship a couple of times but once he returned from the fourth and last deployment he didn't hesitate to make an honest woman out of me. Sometime in the third year of marriage and almost 7 years together things started to unravel. Our sex life waned, we started growing apart in other ways, I was worried he'd leave me. It wasn't until he came to me one night and begged me to try something with him that things started to get better. He had been reading a lot of kinky things, things that initially shocked and appalled me. But I accepted the idea that we needed to do something different, and after a couple of weeks I gave in and told him I would try it, partially because the more I thought about it the more the idea turned me on. What happened in the following two years can only be described as both a miracle and the most insane journey I had ever embarked on with another person. I became his submissive and he became my Sir. It was an incredible transformation that served to re ignite the spark we were afraid we'd lost and renew our trust and commitment to each other. We integrated it slowly into our every day life and we were happy again. It took time, we both made mistakes but we always came back to the belief that we belonged together and that had served us well. I was pulled out of my daydream by the sound of crunching leaves. My eyes widened and my breathing picked up as my ears strained to hear more, definitely footsteps. I shrank back as far as I could, the sound was definitely above me. I drew my legs up against my chest and waited quietly, breathing shallow, and staying very painfully still even though my butt hurt from sitting on the ground. I made myself as small as possible. It had to be him. I was frozen to my spot, cornered, hoping beyond hope he couldn't see me. I heard nothing but I waited and waited. I felt his presence recede but it could always be a trick. So I waited for another few minutes. I sat there for what seemed like an eternity but didn't hear a sound. I checked my watch, it had been ten minutes. I had to last longer than this; it would be shameful if I didn't. I stayed very quiet and very still for another 10 minutes, then 15 more. My whole body hurt from staying so still. Surely he had moved on by now. I rose cautiously, listening for anything but I heard nothing other than the slow moving water in the creek and birds high in the air above me. I was cold now, from being on the hard ground for so long and in the shade. I pulled out my navy colored down vest and put it on, snapping it up ¾ of the way and buttoning another button on my flannel shirt under it. I needed to get moving to stay warm, the sun was going to start it's evening descent soon. I started walking cautiously, looking around slowly and deliberately. He might have changed into his old fatigues or his brown deer hunting camo so he would be more difficult for me to see. My adrenaline was pumping now, I needed to move so I continued on my pre marked trail, making sure to not leave any boot prints in the soft soil by the water. At the 4 hour mark I found a secluded place near some rocks, I had traveled by my estimation around 3.5 miles by now. I was getting tired and the sun was setting. I turned to the channel we'd agreed on previously and waited. Then I heard his voice, it had an erie threatening quality to it that I had never heard before in all our play sessions. "Where is my little doe?" he asked in a sing song voice. "Right here Sir," I answered back, trying to sound sultry. "How is my prey handling herself out in the woods alone," he continued. "Wishing my Sir could catch me.," I covered my mouth to keep from giggling. "Careful what you wish for my sweet," he threatened. The line went quiet; it kind of freaked me out to be honest. I looked around very carefully wondering if he was close and ready to grab me. I didn't see anything indicating he was nearby. I tucked the radio back in my pack, took a long drink of water and then set off again. Our agreement was that I would not spend all night out in the woods alone. It was just too dangerous to do that, if he didn't find me by 10pm I should head back to camp on my own and wait for him there. It was nearing 6:30 so he still had some time. I tied off another ribbon on a low hanging twig, it would be right about eye level for him if he came this way. My excitement was building. I was moving a little slower now because I was tired. Knowing he was on my tail kept me moving though. When Blake was in Dom mode he could be ruthless, his old training would kick in and he would hunt me to the ends of the earth to claim me. The thought chased goose bumps up and down my arms. I was still relatively comfortable in my clothes, even unbuttoning my vest for a bit. I rounded another gathering of rocks and stopped in my tracks, there was a scrap of paper tied with red ribbon on a tall stalk of some sort of plant. I pulled it off easily and opened it. I recognized his handwriting immediately. Be Ready -Sir Was he close? I looked around frantically but did not see anything. I started walking at a very quick clip and then I heard a twig snap. It was definitely not from me. I was standing on a large patch of moss, there were no twigs to snap. I ran. I picked my way through the woods as quietly but as quickly as I could. He had to be very close. I circled back to find the deer stand I had seen earlier in the day. Maybe if I could get up high I could figure out where he was or just stay out of his way. Luckily my trail had taken me back towards the hill, only this time I wouldn't have to climb it since I was approaching from the Northeast. In my hyper sensitive state I did not realize until too late that being up in the deer stand was only a tactical advantage for the hunter, not the prey. Now if I saw him, I was toast. I had to stay put. I had nowhere to go. "Shit," I whispered to myself in frustration. I had at least taken my pack up the tree with me. I considered knocking off the lower steps so he couldn't climb up to me, but he'd simply wait me out. "Damnit," I cursed again but heard the rustling of leaves so I shut up and sat very still against the tree trunk. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, but it was no man moving around at the bottom of the hill, just a fox. I sighed quietly and watched it for a moment. It scampered off gracefully into the woods, perfectly camoflauged once he got 20 or so yards away. But I heard something else, definitely footfalls. Blake must have been what scared the fox off. I sat still, very very still. And I waited. By now the sun was almost set and the forest was getting dark, and a little creepy. My eyes widened when I saw him stalking my footprints. Damnit, of course. If he made me run the extra force I would exert onto my feet would leave clear foot treads in the soft earth. I rolled my eyes, my only way to silently express my frustration. That man was way too good at this. Maybe I'd get lucky and he'd lose me. No luck there either. "I've treed you little one, are you going to come down here like a good girl or make me come up there and fetch you," he questioned matter of factly. I put my head down, damn him. I silently weighed my options. If I got down on my own and submitted willingly, my punishment wouldn't be as severe. But if I didn't he might fuck me right here and now before taking me back to camp, that is if he wasn't too tired. "Too late little one, I'm coming to get you," he said. "Fuck..." I mumbled under my breath as I heard him start climbing. The deer stand would definitely hold our combined weight but I didn't know how it would stand up to any other evil ideas he might have. He wore a tired smirk when he appeared, I shrank back and didn't look at him. "You don't look very happy to see me," he observed. He looked down right amused by this whole thing. Secretly, I loved it too but I wasn't going to let him know. He was holding my collar in his large hand, it was the thick black leather one with several brass rings on it. He unhooked it and moved to put it on me. I snapped my teeth at him threateningly and then squealed in pain when he grabbed my ponytail and forced my face down against the wooden platform. I was on my hands and knees, my ass in the air. He wailed on me a few times bare handed. I cried out and he just hit each butt cheek harder until the tears threatened to spill over onto the rough wood I was pressed against. "You know better," he chastised through his clenched teeth. One more strike on my now tender ass and he pulled my face up to his, within a millimeter of his lips, "what do you say to me after punishment?" "Thank you Sir," I whispered. "Sit," he commanded. I knelt obediently, almost yelped from his abuse, and folded my hands in my lap. He tipped my chin up and I watched him hold the collar in both his hands. I bit my lip and he gave me a very stern look. He was not in the mood to be challenged. "Be a good girl," he said softly as he put the collar around my neck and secured it. The Hunt Pt. 01 The familiar feeling of smooth leather against my tender skin calmed me almost instantly. I was His now, he had caught me. I felt centered and started to relax, the hike had worn me down. I knew once we got back I was in for it. He climbed down first and I followed silently. I felt his eyes burning a hole into me. I turned and faced him but kept my eyes lowered; my pout was most definitely evident. "You are going to lead the way back to camp little girl, and you can wipe that pout off your pretty face right now," he growled. I shuddered; every time he spoke to me like that I had the same reaction. He knew exactly what it did to me. I could feel the heat between my thighs. "Yes Sir," I said and tried to relax my mouth so I didn't look so pouty. I wasn't really sure how well it worked. "Walk," he stated firmly and pointed in the general direction of camp. I pulled on my pack and started walking, I felt alternately comforted and nervous by his presence behind me. What was he planning for me? We were still a little ways from camp. I checked my watch. It was just before 9, there was a definite chill in the air now. I don't even know what came over me or possessed me to do it but when we were about halfway down the embankment I darted off to the left and just kept going. I felt him try to grab at me but I slipped right through his fingers. Blake wasn't nearly as agile as I was in the undergrowth. I put a little distance between us and then hunkered down and waited. I wore a devilish grin. I was going to be in for one hell of a punishment later...if he found me. I heard him crashing around in frustration. I'm sure he never expected me to do something like this, I was never bratty. "Naughty little slut," I could hear him cursing me and I covered my mouth to keep from giggling. I was sitting up against a tree with low lying branches. There was a large bushy plant on one side of me and it was so dark underneath the tree I knew he wouldn't see my outline. All I had to do was be quiet, but every single hair on my body felt like it was standing on end. Every sense was heightened. I couldn't see him yet but I knew better than to move, he might detect it somehow. He entered my field of vision and his angry stalk slowed to a careful walk. There was no way he could see any tracks this late at night but he was looking awfully hard at everything around him. His eyes swept past the tree once, then twice. My eyes felt like they were as round as dinner plates and about to pop out of my head they were open so wide. Did he see me? I tried to keep my breathing shallow and quiet. I was suddenly very very afraid of him. He would be ruthless once he caught me. The Hunt Pt. 02 Halloween was over but that weekend I stood in front of the mirror, in my police costume, and remembered how exhilarating that night had been. My cock was as hard as steel just thinking about it. I slowly slid the tiny shorts down my lean, muscular legs to reveal the black panties underneath. I paused a moment to admire how feminine they looked without any hair before moving my gaze up and letting it settle on the obvious bulge beneath the thin material. I let out a soft moan as I slowly rubbed the shaft through the panties. I wanted to do it again and I didn't want to wait until next Halloween to do it. But then I stopped and frowned as I remembered what I had learned on campus the day after the party. Apparently there was a story going around campus about a guy that showed up uninvited to the Tau Kappa Epsilon Halloween party dressed in drag. Stories varied, but they all agree that he was wearing a police uniform, stayed for most of the party, had a lot to drink and then disappeared. I was relieved to hear that no one even suspected it was me that had been in that costume. There was one sorority that suspected a certain teacher and the guys at TKE suspected this one guy from a fraternity down the street. On top of that there were a dozen other theories about a dozen other people, none of them me. There were also some theories as to where this mysterious cross-dresser had gone but no one could say for sure since everyone that had stayed that late were very drunk as well. So it seemed like I was in the clear and I should have been happy, but I wasn't. I thought I was so damn clever, the perfect actor, but they had seen right through it. I looked myself up and down, still frowning. Truth be told I'm only 5' 8" although I like to say I'm taller and I often wear high heels to make myself look taller. But on that day I was actually wishing to be shorter. It was just another thing that made me less feminine. My limbs were lean and toned. I was in good shape but not so muscular as to look masculine. Without hair I looked like a woman that went to the gym often. I pulled off the fake police hat and eyed the wig with disdain. Even with the hat on it had been pretty atrocious. If I was going to do this again I would need to spend some real money on a good wig. Wait. Was I going to do this again? I thought about it for a while. I missed the thrill of the hunt and that night I had found it again. I found it with another man. Suddenly I was questioning my sexuality. I was still turned on by women, but when I was dressed as a woman it had been a man that aroused me. My thoughts went around and around until I felt dizzy and gave up. All I knew is that definitely wanted to dress up again. I wanted to find a man and somehow seduce him into bed with me. I would have to do a lot better than the last time. So a better wig was a must. I had convinced myself that my make-up had been perfect, but I wasn't too sure about that now. I would have to practice that. Suddenly I thought of my voice. I cleared my throat and tried to sound feminine. "Hey there cutie," I said softly to myself in the mirror and cringed. How many beers had I had before I started talking to people? One? Two? More? I had been shy in the beginning so I had hesitated to talk to anyone. What may have seemed like a perfect female pitch to me may have been a caricature of feminine tone to everyone else. I would have to practice that too. It wasn't until January that things started to come together and by that time the story of the man in drag at the Halloween party was old news. The mystery was never solved and no one cared anymore. I was able to save enough money for a very convincing dark-haired wig. With a single-minded determination I practiced my feminine voice every day. For the first time in my life I was glad that my voice was higher than normal for a man. It was still difficult, but by January I could speak in a convincingly feminine voice. Compared to that, make-up had been easy. In late January I was invited to another party. It was happening that very night at a house just off campus. I had been there twice before, so I knew the party was going to be a good one, but I turned this one down. I knew it was time to put all my hard work to the test. By that afternoon I was standing in front of a full-length mirror in the bedroom of my apartment and a sexy young woman was staring back at me. She had on a tight, long-sleeved shirt that showed off the curve of her (fake) breasts and showed a little cleavage. I was happy with the fake breasts I had managed to find online. I couldn't pronounce the name of what they were made of but they felt real and were secured directly to my chest just in case the bra came off. Her dark hair fell just past her shoulders in loose curls. Her make-up was pretty subtle, more of a natural look. Despite the cold outside she had on a short skirt that showed off a tight little ass and beautiful legs. She had on a pair of red flats. They could have been heels but then she would have towered over many of the men at the party. In my normal voice I asked, "Hey, what's your name baby?" and then paused. Suddenly I felt very stupid. I had to give her a name! My real name is Edward Parks so at first I thought I might play off of that, but I quickly realized that would be too risky. Eventually I settled on a name. "Sophie," the woman in the mirror said a little shyly, but maintained eye contact. "Sophie Lewin, I'm majoring in English," she said with a smile. I had known quite a few English majors and thought I could BS my way through a conversation if necessary. For any other questions I would have to deflect or make up something on the spot because it was time to leave. I made sure to park a ways from the party just in case someone recognized my car. It meant a longer walk through the chill winter air, but I didn't want to risk it. My legs were numb by the time I got to the door but no one gave me any trouble as I slid inside and I quickly started to warm up again. The house was huge, a veritable mansion. This was the home of Derek Hoffman, a college senior. Rumor has it that his father is incredibly rich and owns a lot of the property around the college so that's how he is able to stay here with 3 of his close friends. Derek's father either didn't know about the parties or didn't care. I slowly made my way through the crowd, taking in everything that was going on. Most of the main floor consisted of a single room packed with dancing people. Then the rest was a few smaller rooms. I saw a handful people come through one doorway with full cups and guessed that was where the beer was kept. I wasn't keen to make the same mistakes as last time so I went the other direction. I glanced in one room and could make out 5 people in a smoky haze. I made a note to come back there if I wanted to mellow out a bit. I passed the open door to another room where two guys were playing pool and had a wager going, judging by the stack of bills on the edge of the table. They had a few spectators as well. I stopped and watched them for a while before I grew bored. The next room had 2 guys and 3 girls playing strip poker and the girls were already losing pretty badly. I picked up my pace to pass this door before I could be invited into the game. Satisfied for now, I gave up exploration and gave in to the music. It didn't take long to attract a dancing partner. I was genuinely shy at first and that seemed to attract him even more. That plus the already packed room meant he was rubbing himself on my body before I could blink. I actually felt his hard member rub up and down my thigh more than once and I knew where this was heading. Thinking quickly I turned around to slowly grind my ass up against him. I felt him hard against me again but then he was gone. The crowd had shifted and we lost each other. Instead I was face to face with a girl who suddenly wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. It was a deep, sensual thing. Her hands lightly cupped my breasts and mine instinctively found her ass. I felt my cock stiffen and strain against the concealer I was wearing underneath my panties. As she kissed my neck it dawned on me that she was just showing off for the men around us. I had to remember that what they were seeing is two hot women kissing and groping each other on the dance floor. It seemed to work rather well as one of the men said something to her and then they disappeared into the crowd. Suddenly I felt a tap on the shoulder. I spun around and saw...Derek Hoffman. I recognized him from some of the photos on the walls and was surprised to see him staring back at me. He threw these large parties but he only talked with people he really liked. He was shouting something I couldn't hear and then he was pulling me through the crowd into a lounge area with a bar along one wall. "I was trying to say it looks like you don't have a beer yet. Would you like to have one with me?" He asked. I nodded slowly. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because he laughed as he got up from his seat. As he walked over to the bar it barely registered that I was sitting at a small table in what must be the quietest place in the house. Derek had just forcefully, perhaps rudely, pulled me from the dance floor after seeing me make out another woman. Had he begun to flirt with me? I turned and saw him staring at me from the bar while the bartender, one of his friends, poured the drinks. He gave me a sly wink and I actually blushed. He was fairly handsome with his blond hair, green eyes, white teeth and a body that had obviously been to the gym regularly. I managed to snap myself out of it as he came back with the drinks. "So I guess you know who I am by now, huh?" he asked with a smile as he gestured with the cups to a nearby photo showing himself doing something. I couldn't quite tell since I wasn't really looking at it. I was still looking at him and that's how I was able to catch it. I was pretty sure I saw something fall into one of the drinks. He was still talking but it didn't register. The cup was opaque so I couldn't see if there was something in there or not. My mind was racing and he kept on talking. Then he was sitting down and he handed me the glass I had been staring at. I risked a quick glance inside but couldn't see anything. "To chance meetings, cold winter nights, and warm homes," he said with a raised glass and took a sip of his drink. I gave him a tiny smile back and pretended to sip. It was all I could think to do. Then one of his friends came over and whispered something in his ear. "Excuse me for just one second," he said. He looked more than a little annoyed as he rushed off. With him gone I was able to think a little more clearly. I glanced around to make sure no one was looking and quickly switched the glasses. If he was the genuinely kind man I thought he was then we would both sip our drinks, have a nice evening and I might even go down on him. I was more than a little curious to try it with someone I actually liked. But if he had actually slipped something in my drink then I guess things would get interesting. He returned after just a few short minutes, apologized for the interruption, and made another toast. This time I took a real, deep sip and this seemed to please him. "I don't think I got your name," he said. "You didn't ask," I quipped back with a playful smile. "So what do they call a lady of your beauty?" he asked sarcastically. "They call me Sophie," I responded and took another sip. "That is a beautiful name, Sophie," he said with a smile and I wasn't sure if it was for my name or the long sip I had just taken. The conversation went on like that for a while and then I began to notice little things like his speech slowing down and slurring. After a few minutes I knew what was happening and I had my answer. "Excuse me," I asked, interrupting a story he was telling," could you possibly point me to the nearest bathroom? I am afraid this is going straight to my head," I continued and ended it with a little giggle. I was hoping to make my escape and pretending to be a lightweight would be my way out. He got up so fast he nearly knocked his chair over. "My dear," he responded, "allow me to take you there myself." Without waiting for a response he took my arm and led me around the edge of the dance floor and up the flight of stairs to the second floor. He actually stumbled no less than 3 times but I'm not sure he noticed. Since he was holding onto my arm it must have looked to him like I was the one having trouble walking. He put his arm around my shoulder as we entered a doorway at the far end of the hall. Suddenly we were in a large bedroom. My heart skipped a beat and then I noticed the small bathroom just off to the side. "This is my personal bathroom and it is kept very clean. The downstairs bathroom probably looks terrible right now," he explained while motioning to it, but I was not reassured by his feigned concern. I quickened my pace into the bathroom, closed the door and locked it for good measure. I absentmindedly checked myself in the mirror as I thought through my options. This was not how I was hoping my night would go. I stalled for as long as I thought I could, flushed the toilet and slowly washed my hands in the sink. It was no good. I was out of time and out of ideas. I could only hope he was passed out when I opened the door. I opened the door and found the bedroom was dark. He must have turned out the lights but I thought I could see a shape on the bed thanks to the light from the bathroom. I took a few tentative steps into the room and then his arms were around me. He must have been waiting by the door in the shadows. By now he must have thought I would be at least partially under the effects of the date rape drug he had slipped me. Instead he was the one feeling the effects and I found myself wishing I had waited for him to empty his glass. Still, he was having a lot of trouble. His hands slipped up and down my torso before he found my breasts. He tried to kiss my neck but only succeeded in slobbering on me. He pushed me towards the bed and I let him. When we got to the edge of the bed he tried to bend me over but I instead managed to turn and we landed side by side. I was facing him now and put out my hands instinctively. My right hand was too low and found his member, still mostly soft and limp. It was obvious now that he had been completely naked when he ambushed me. He moaned as my hand touched his cock and reacted by thrusting his hips at my hand. I felt his cock slap against my palm over and over. Meanwhile my left hand had ended up firmly against his chest so I pushed hard and rolled to get some distance from him. He struggled to get the rest of the way onto the bed while I calmly sat up at the foot of the bed and just watched. After a few minutes had finally gotten his entire naked body onto the bed. He lay there for a moment, sprawled out, and his cock was flaccid, like a small sleeping snake between his legs. He started to get up but I took action. I sprang forward, my hands gripped his shoulders and I shoved him back down on the bed. I had him pinned down on the bed and I could see the surprise on his face turn into a smile. At first I couldn't tell why and then I realized his cock had stiffened again. It was rubbing against my panties. I smiled back and then began moving my body back towards the foot of the bed until my head was mere inches away from his hardened manhood. A stream of precum was oozing from the tip. It was more than I thought was possible. I wondered if the drug also contained an aphrodisiac as I glanced up at him. He gave me a drunken smile back that told me he was expecting a blowjob. Instead I gathered up most of his precum with three of my fingers, pushed his hips up from the bed and began to rub his tight little anus. He still gave me that stupid grin until I put a finger instead him. More precum oozed out of his cock and I used that to help slide the second finger inside. He started to complain but I had found his prostate at this point and I gave it a tickle with my two fingers. He gasped and moaned but said nothing else. When I finally put the third finger in he was getting into it. He kept whispering for me to keep going. He had his eyes closed and then suddenly they opened wide as streams of cum shot from his cock. They landed on his chest and dribbled onto the bedspread. "Did you like that, honey?" I purred and he nodded. My lips found his and we kissed lightly. "Are you going to get me off too?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded but remained staring at the ceiling as I got off the bed. I quickly removed my panties and concealer. I hiked up my skirt and my manhood sprang free fully. He must have caught the motion and turned his head. He studied me for a moment, still dazed but whether from the prostate massage or the drug I couldn't tell. He didn't say anything but after a long pause he just looked at me and nodded. I climbed back onto the bed and situated myself between his legs. Our cocks rubbed together and it sent a shudder of pleasure through his body. Then I guided the tip down to his already stretched hole. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I entered him and when I paused he let it out in a slow moan. I proceeded to make short, slow strokes and each time I pushed deeper and deeper inside. When I had buried myself fully inside him, I increased my pace until all you could hear in the room was the loud slapping of my balls against his skin and his occasional grunt. As his insides squeezed my cock I imagined his guests on the main floor still dancing, drinking and smoking weed. Little did they know what their host was doing right above their heads. Then it occurred to me that I didn't know if he had locked the door when we came in. Could someone walk in on us? Was that a noise on the steps? That put me over the edge. My cock began to spasm and I shot load after load into his ass. I held myself inside him until the last wave of pleasure washed over me. Finally I pulled out and a stream of cum gushed out with it, staining the sheets. I moved over to sit next to him on the bed. I glanced over while I caught my breath and saw that he had finally passed out. He lay there with a pleased look on his face. There was cum on his chest and in small pools soaking into the sheets around him. My cock began to twitch to life once more but I figured he had had enough. Instead I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, got my clothes back on and slowly crept out without anyone noticing me leaving the bedroom. The party was still in full swing but I didn't know how much longer our dear host would be passed out. I left the party with a pleased look on my face.