We had been waiting for this little outfit for some time now, excited at the small adventure of traversing the pumpkin patches in search of our perfect pumpkin! Mike was good to keep up with my enthusiasm, and soon we arrived, pulling into the small lot before beginning the not-so treacherous journey into the patches.

We stood there for a moment, peering across the sea of pumpkins, seeing a few smaller ones that are likely still growing, and even gawking at some real pumpkins. These oversized monsters could fit a person inside, they were absurd!

Still slightly taken aback by the realization that pumpkins don’t just grow in handheld sizes, we spy the reception area and make our way towards it. Entering inside the homely cabin, we notice that they sell a whole array of products, from seeds to grow your own pumpkins, to small, dried chunks to enjoy on our way home. Not wanting to get too sucked into the gift-shop area, we head directly to the desk, the clerk greeting us kindly before running the basic details over how things work.

It only takes a few minutes, mostly formalities about being careful in the field and whatnot, then she points outside the nearby window to one of the patches and lets us know that’ll be the one we could choose from, and that we were free to take our time and come back whenever we were ready.

“Thank you! We’ll try not to be too long.”

The clerk shakes her head and continues smiling.

“It’s really no trouble, take your time and enjoy your outing together!”

She was too wholesome to handle, and I thanked her profusely before nudging Mike to do the same, then take our first steps outside as novice pumpkin-pickers!

The air was clear and inviting, and I quickly grabbed Mike by the hand before guiding him over to our designated patch. What ensues is best described as a pumpkin hunt, trying to find the best piece to take home, something that stands out from the rest and would mark this trip as a resounding success!

It’s not long before we split up, doubling our chances at finding that stand-out piece, and only after a few minutes, I see Mike pop up from the horizon, making me giggle as it reminds me of a gopher from its hole.

“Geena, I think I’ve found a good one over here!”

With my adventurer’s spirit practically burning in my chest, I make my way over, joining Mike as we inquisitively look over what he had found. After peering it over for several seconds, I give Mike a sudden pat on the back.

“Rookie, I think you’ve found a winner!”

He looks up at me with a confused face, likely questioning what marks him as a rookie next to me, but that’s not important. We look at it one last time before solidifying our choice.

“I didn’t think we’d find it so quickly! Don’t I deserve some kind of reward~?”

I can sense the playful tone in his voice, but it gives me an interesting idea. Maybe he did deserve a reward…

“I’ve already brought you one! Open my bag for me…”

I lean down and give Mike easy access to my backpack, letting him undo the zipper and reach inside, his eyes going wide as he clasps around a very familiar object. He hesitates in pulling it out, but soon it’s exposed to confirm his thoughts, and he places it into my waiting hands.

“Good~! Now strip down and get on your knees.”

My stern tone and cold face gives him little room to maneuver out of this, and he slowly strips his clothes off, then kneels in the dirt in front of me. As he had striped himself, I secured the strap-on to my crotch, securing the straps across my waist before giving it an intimidating flick.

“Now open wide~”

A simple order, one that he immediately obeys, knowing it’s for his own benefit as there’s no doubt what is going to follow. He takes things slow, letting his mouth slowly take things in, but I was already pent-up from our car journey and wanted him!

In a decisive motion, I grab the back of Mike’s head and gently start increasing his pace, fucking his mouth with my strap-on as I watch his spit coat the shaft, soaking it as he began eagerly taking it into his throat. After I’m sure it’s appropriately lubed up, I yank Mike’s head back and tap the cock against his cheek.

“Good boy! Now turn around, stick that pretty ass in the air and get ready for your reward~”

Watching him submit out in the open like this was incredible, seeing his eyes dart around the horizon before sinking his head into the dirt, reaching back and spreading his cheeks for me as I slowly slid the tip inside of him. It goes in easily, still slick from his little blowjob, combined with my own eagerness to watch him squirm. His first moan was the final bit of encouragement that I needed, increasing the intensity of my thrusts until my strap-on had sunk halfway between his cheeks.

Over the next few minutes, each thrust sunk it deeper and deeper inside of him, sending Mike reeling with arousal as he even began pushing back into my crotch, his whimpers growing louder.

“You like getting fucked into the dirt by your Mistress, don’t you?”

I couldn’t hold back my taunts anymore, listening to Mike’s whimpers were too much, a satisfied grin plastered across my face as I tried to force more from his lips, grinding my strap-on deep inside of Mike as he continued to squirm. I wanted to hear more from my submissive beneath me, to hear him whimper and squeal with each thrust, I wanted to feel him tremble in my grasp as I fucked him like this. That desire grew even more as the seconds went on, my thrusts becoming more frantic.

As Mike shifted beneath me, trying to get comfortable after only having recently been shoved into the dirt, I allowed him to move his hands higher, before guiding them above his head roughly, pinning his wrists there with one hand.

“Don’t fucking move~”

The playfulness in my threat told him that I wasn’t planning on doing anything too rough with him, but still demanded his obedience. Just as I had trained him, Mike holds his hands there in front of his head after I let go, staying in place as I lean back and admire his squirming body beneath me.

It was a beautiful sight, imagining being in this place during the entire journey here, glancing over at him in the car every few moments, anticipating him being forced into this submissive state with a gleeful smile.

That fantasy had finally come true, and I was able to look down at my dear Mike, his moans mixing with mine as I continually grind my strap-on into his quivering hole, feeling him tense up with each thrust. I had given him enough time to settle into the rhythm, and began picking up my pace, gyrating my hips in the air until the rhythmic slapping of my body against his ass echoed in the area around his.

If anyone was curious enough to investigate, they would get an eyeful of Mike being made into my bitch, dribbling his precum into the dirt as I milk him dry!

Not satisfied with simply turning him into a dribbling mess, I straighten myself out as I continue thrusting into him, then raise a hand in the air and crack it down against one of his cheeks. The sound is almost orgasmic, listening to it echo in the field as his pained yelp joins it. What follows is an assault of teasing slaps against his cheeks, just enough to heighten his pleasure even more, giving him no chance to hold back from cumming for me.

“Go on, I know you want to already… you need to!”

I could feel his body tensing up after I had sped up, giving way to his impending orgasm. It seems as though my encouragement was all he needed, his pathetic whimpers squeaking past his lips as his pleasures boiled over.

“Ah! Yes Mistress!”

That sentence is always like music to my ears, a sweet string in my mind being plucked as I can hear the sheer amount of arousal in his voice, threatening to cave at any moment. With my permission solidified, Mike gave up all pretense of restraint, letting his eyes flutter shut as he fell into the rhythm I set for him, pounding him into the dirt with each thrust forward.

His tensing body ceases for a moment, his lips parting to let out a guttural moan, succumbing to his pleasure as ecstasy rolls across his mind, sending him reeling as his cock spurted his thick, pent-up load into the dirt.

It was an amazing feeling, Mike quivering in the dirt as I humiliated him, the possibility of someone seeing us at any moment was a distinct risk, and I loved it. Before long, my grinding between his cheeks wasn’t meant to make him squirt, but to stimulate me, to greedily steal pleasure for myself as I slowly began reaching my own orgasm from the subtle stimulation.

Beneath me, Mike was struggling with the painful arousal building in his chest again, having only just let his load out mere moments ago, it was sending him reeling at having another coaxed from him so quickly. And I knew just how to coax them from him~

Leaning across his back, I could feel his breathing quicken again, desperately holding himself on the edge for permission from me, restraining his pleasure as long as he can. As I feel my own arousal reach its pique, I moan into his ear my command.

“Cum for me~”

Simple and sweet, giving him no room to hesitate, I feel Mike instantly tense up, squealing as I collapse against him, my own orgasm crashing over my body as I listen to him stain the dirt once again.

“F-fuck! Mike!”

I instinctively held him tight to me, feeling my entire body shiver as an incredibly intense wave of pleasure wracks my mind, forcing my eyes up into the back of my head as I moan out loudly, anyone curious as to what was going on was painfully aware by now.

There we were left, panting and still basking in the afterglow of our pleasure, a crowd of people could be staring at us and we wouldn’t pay them any mind, lost in one another’s arms as we savor the heat of our skin against each other.

With my desires sated, I pull back from Mike’s backside, leaving him feeling empty as I give his pert ass one final smack, biting my lip as I relish the sight of the slight jiggle as he jolts in response. As I rise to my feet, Mike does the same, although a tad more shakily as his legs still struggle to recover from his orgasms. As I watch him stumble around in front of me, I get to work undoing the straps from my waist, removing my toy and placing it back inside of its sealed package, then sliding it back into my backpack.

“Ready to go and pay?”

I try to make my voice as innocent as possible, smiling at him as he tries to steady himself long enough to give me a quizzical look. I giggle before turning away from him, grabbing the pumpkin to take back to the counter and purchase.

“I’ll be back, try to clean yourself up for me~”

My words give him the stark reminder that he’s still not only naked, but covered in a mixture of dirt and his own cum, smearing together across his crotch. Before leaving, I toss him a bag of moist wipes from my backpack, taking one last look before strutting off. Thinking back on what had just taken place, a perverse smile crept across my face, one that the cashier noticed as I entered.

“Did you two have fun out there~?”

Her words were sprinkled with suggestion, making me think that she somehow knew what had gone on. That’s when I realized that the window by her desk had a perfect view of the patch we were in, and I’m able to steal a glance at Mike wiping himself down as he tried to hide himself amongst the assorted pumpkins.

When I turn back to the clerk, I notice she hadn’t broken eye-contact with me, and we both suddenly break out in laughter as we watch Mike struggle making himself presentable whilst still trembling from his rough treatment. After a few moments of mutual enjoyment, she rings up our purchase and waves me goodbye, giving a quick glance over to Mike, who had finally adjusted his clothing and was making his way over.

“Welcome back, stud~”

I made sure to embrace Mike and give him a teasing smack across his still-stinging ass, flashing a glance over at the window, knowing the clerk is likely watching from inside still. Mike tries to pretend I wasn’t digging his shame deeper and changes the subject.

“Did you pay for our pumpkin already?”

I rolled my eyes at his reluctance but entertained his desperation to move on and head home.

“Yeah, I’ve already taken care of everything whilst you were fumbling around. We can head back now.”

He tries to hide it, but I can see Mike sigh with relief, likely still feeling the stinging from his butt, which is confirmed as we make our way back, Mike very obviously flinching with each step. As we enter back into our car, I lean across the seats and plant a kiss on Mike’s cheek, a silent way to tell him how much I enjoyed our little outing, to which he smiles in response, and we begin our drive home together.