Naughty by Nature

Not setting an alarm was easily the best part of our vacation mornings, but waking up to the cool breezes of National Park air next to their warm body was a very close second. I was about to get up and make coffee when they rolled over, wrapped an arm around my waist, and gently pulled me into them.

“Five more minutes,” they murmured as their hands wandered freely over my skin. I shuddered with pleasure and sighed, giving in without protest. Landing on my bare breasts, they groped and squeezed, making my ass squirm against their torso. I could hear the little smirk in their laugh as their fingertips grazed my nipples, but as soon as my breath grew ragged, they took their hands away.

“Coffee first, pet,” they instructed, giving my ass a firm smack.

Pouting would only result in a scolding, so I released the smallest of groans and obediently got out of bed with a little “yes, daddy” for good measure.

For the longest time, I thought being someone’s dutiful pet and indulging my most salacious, subservient fantasies would exist only in my imagination. When we first started dating, I was so accustomed to not having that part of myself fulfilled in real life, I’d casually mentioned writing erotica for a feminist porn site without thinking much of it. 

But then they asked to read it. 

And then they really, really liked it. 

Over the course of several years, we’d shared delicious and very real sexual adventures. At first we took a lot of cues from my stories, but the more we settled into our dynamic, the more they contributed to the creativity—proposing rewards, punishments, and activities that even my inventive mind had never considered. It was inspirational, and spurred me to bolder and braver ideas of my own.

As I started the water for coffee and pulled a light sweater over my nakedness, they watched me from the bed with a broad smile.

“What?” I prompted playfully, knowing full well I was about to be complimented.

“It still surprises me sometimes,” they confessed, “how good we fit.”

“Mmm-hmm,” I encouraged, pouring coffee beans into the grinder.

“I get to boss you around, and not only do you receive it with all the love I feel, it also makes you…”

“Really want you to fuck me?” I offered, and their smile grew even wider.

“Exactly.”

With beans ground and water boiling, I turned to the large windows of our room and opened the curtains. A stunning expanse stretched before us, the window and adjacent balcony serving up unparalleled views of our latest national park. It was a shared goal to visit as many of them as possible and learn about the real history of the land, and this one had a lodge we’d opted to stay in for a few nights. It was a departure from our usual camping, an indulgence we were savoring at every turn.

The memory of their caress on my nipples surged through my body, and I turned to them with a bashful smile. They set down their book knowingly. 

“We’re checking out today, pet. The room is a mess and we still have to pack. I don’t have time to fuck you.”

Their firm tone made my feet do their sheepish little dance and I tugged at the hem of my sweater.

“I know, daddy. I, um… have another favor to ask,” I stammered. They raised their eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. It was one of our agreements that they would help me be a more self-assured slut by asking for things in a clear, direct manner. I nudged the frog out of my throat, ready to practice. “I… really want you to take naughty pictures of me… on the balcony.”

“I can do that. Be more specific,” they directed. “What kind of naughty pictures?”

“Naughty like… I go out on the balcony and flash my naked body for you in broad daylight.”

“For me and anyone who drives past on that road down below. Or anyone on the other balconies that we can see,” they corrected.

I blushed furiously. That was exactly what I wanted—to flex my shy, hesitant, but terribly eager exhibitionist in a place we’d be leaving in less than two hours. I’d felt good in my body for a long time, but being with them made me feel so absurdly hot. It made me want to show myself off in new and unexpected ways. 

We’d practiced little by little, with things like them sharing some risqué photos of me with trusted, consenting friends. Or taking me out on dates in tiny, revealing outfits. Most recently, I’d asked for permission to “practice” one night by flashing them my tits on a sequestered patio in a small, quiet mountain town. They’d allowed it, then instructed me to take off my dress, knowing full well I wore nothing underneath. With flushed cheeks I’d obeyed, and stood naked before them on the patio. 

Without missing a beat, they’d egged me on further by sending me down the walkway to the car to “fetch them something.” I’d whimpered, wide-eyed, but did as I was told. No one saw me—that I knew of—but the risk was such a rush, and I’d loved every second of it.

Ever since, I’d been craving more. I wanted to try exposing myself in some public place during the day. Let some strangers see me being a lascivious little show off, flaunting my body with abandon. One day I hoped to be daring enough for them to fuck me in public, and maybe even in front of their friends who already knew so much about me and my insatiable, slutty behavior. 

But on this bright, crisp morning, I was determined to take the one bold baby step of being photographed naked on a balcony.

“Yes, daddy,” I admitted through lowered lashes. “Flash my naked body for you and anyone else who might… see me.”

“Mm. Let’s see how much time we have after breakfast.”

I nodded, about to agree, but then they added “And once the room is clean and we’re all packed and ready to go.” A pout escaped my lips and their voice grew firm again. “Do you want me to spank you on the balcony?” They asked, sending a thrill up my spine.

Smiling, I said, “that feels like a trick question,” and they laughed.

Reaching out their hand, I took it and succumbed to their pull, landing gently on their lap. Kissing me slow and deep, they made me start to melt into them, made me want to put my mouth on other parts of their skin—made me want to let them spank me on the balcony, or anywhere else for that matter.

Leaning back, they grinned at me; That slow, half-smile that turned me into a puddle every time.

“Let’s get to work, pet,” they commanded, and I reluctantly peeled my body away from theirs.

Safe to say, I’ve never cleaned faster in my life. Days of hiking and adventuring had left piles of clothes and park paraphernalia all over our room, and after breakfast I moved like The Flash to get everything sorted and packed away in our bags. They tended to the mini-fridge and all the other food we’d brought, packing up coolers and snack bags for the road.

In spite of how quickly I worked, the anticipation made it feel like ages before we finally finished. I stood before them still wearing nothing but my sweater, as they ticked off all the essential items we couldn’t leave without.

“Chargers? Wallets? Water bottles? Room keys? Car keys?”

And so on, prompting me to deliver a compliant “yes, daddy” after each one, or to double check the pocket where I’d packed a thing, just to be sure.

At long last, they declared us ready to go, and with a glance at the time noted we had fifteen minutes to fulfill my request. I bit my lip and they grinned, savoring the moments right before I was about to do something slutty. I loved the bashful feelings that made me squirm, and they loved watching me submit to my own salacious urges.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go on,” they coaxed.

I turned and stepped out onto the balcony, grabbing a throw blanket from the chair by the door. Reaching outside, they held their hand out with a little laugh.

“No, no. No hiding behind a blanket, slut.”

I turned the blanket over to them and felt my cheeks turn pink as they tossed it back inside. They lifted their phone, pointing it at me, waiting. Steadying my breath, I faced them with my back to the road and open air. Then I lifted my sweater until the triangle of my pubic hair peeked out, then a little more so they could see my belly. 

“Turn around,” they instructed, and I obeyed, flashing my pubes to the road and letting them snap photos of my bare ass.

From the distance, a car moved toward us. I squirmed a little, and sensed them smirking behind me.

“Do you want to show them your tits, slut?”

“I, um… y-yes, daddy,” I confessed.

“Do it. Flash them.”

I did as I was told, lifting my sweater until my fully naked body was on display, nipples perking up in the cool, fresh air. As the car drove by, I surrendered to the feeling of exposure, allowing myself to be guided by all of their cues.

“Spread your feet apart. Yesss, arch your back more. Mm that’s good, wiggle your ass for me. Such a naughty little flasher.”  

After making me turn around so they could get a few shots of my exposed tits, they put their phone away and gave them a few loving smacks before ordering me inside.

In the doorway to the room, I hesitated, letting my sweater fall over my body.

“Thank you, daddy…”

“You’re welcome, pet.” They looked back and saw me hovering, not quite inside the room. “What is it?” They asked. “Come on, out with it.”

“I, um, I know we don’t have much time… But would you… would you finger me a little, please? Before we go?”

They laughed, shaking their head.

“Right there in the doorway?”

“Yes, daddy.” I bit my lip, pulling at my sweater.

“Lift that up,” they ordered, and I immediately complied, revealing my nakedness again as they moved toward me. I leaned back against the doorframe, spreading my legs for them. Tsking at me, they slid their fingers into my wetness without preamble, thrusting into my pussy. I moaned out loud, bucking against their hand.

“Such a mess,” they teased, and all I could do was agree.

“Yes… oh fuck… Thank you… thank you, daddy ohhh fuuuuck.”

“You get two minutes, slut.”

“Y-yes, yes daddy, I’ll… take it—th-thank yoouuu uuuunnghhhh…”

“You’ll take what you can get, won’t you?”

“Mmhmm ohhh yesss yes, daddy—”

“Tell me why.”

“B-because …oh fuck… that feels so good!”

I heard cars passing by on the road below, but my position kept them out of my line of sight. My partner could see them, though, and they watched them drive by with a smug look on their face. In that moment I didn’t care who saw how much of what was happening; it just felt so good to have them filling me up, to be getting what I wanted because I was brave enough to ask for it.

They glanced at their watch, taking that casual approach to using my body that drove me absolutely fucking wild.

“Tell me,” they said again, sounding stern now. I wasn’t supposed to be told twice.

“I’ll take… what I can g-get… because I’m a… desperate… insatiable… slut…” I moaned, holding up my sweater and spreading my legs wider.

But then they glanced at their watch again and abruptly pulled their hand away.

“Time’s up, slut,” they grinned, and I let out an inadvertent whine.

“But I—”

“You what?” They asked, eyebrows raised.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought. Now put your pants on; we need to get checked out.”

I looked around the room and realized… I’d packed all of my other clothes.

“I, um…”

Their gaze followed mine and they laughed as they realized what happened, making my cheeks turn pink again. It was such an exquisite torment when they laughed at me—it was never cruel, just them delighting in me and my wanton behavior. Every time it happened I felt seen and celebrated, and really, really slutty.

“Guess you don’t get to put any pants on. At least that’s a long sweater,” they winked.

Beaming at me, they watched as I struggled into my sneakers, preparing to go outside in nothing but shoes and a top that only just covered my ass and made it very obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

I was able to help them load the car without incident. Then as we were locking up, some fellow guests emerged from their room. I was ready to scurry away, but of course one of them started chatting with my partner about the best hiking trails, and I had to stand there making small talk while barely dressed. I could hardly make eye contact with either of them, but I swear they both gave me a once over as we all—finally—said our goodbyes.

In the car they laughed again and asked how I was feeling.

“Um, extremely slutty,” I admitted.

As we pulled up to the main building, they generously offered to return the room keys while I waited in the car. Once we set out on the open road, I made another confession.

“I… that was really, really hot. All of it. Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome, pet,” they smiled, reaching over to squeeze my thigh.

“I also, um… really want to come?”

“Uh huh,” they replied, like this was no surprise. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I really want to come, daddy. Please, may I?”

“Mmm… Yes. You may, pet. But I have to watch the road, so I can’t play with you. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Oh and lose the sweater.”

“I, um—” Glancing out the window, I saw the view consisted mostly of a rural, isolated landscape. Very few cars had passed us on the road, but the number wasn’t zero.

At this point they’d trained me well enough to know it all came down to one question: how badly did I want to come right now? I thought of their fingers thrusting into me while I stood in an open doorway. Of exposing myself on the balcony so they could take pictures of my naked body in the revealing light of day—and all at my bidding.

I obediently slid the sweater over my head with a “yes, daddy,” and sat next to them in the passenger seat, naked but for my sneakers. Lifting the seat lever, I leaned back until I’d lowered myself just below the bottom of the window, splaying myself out and running my hands over my hungry body.

They glanced at me and smiled, turning their eyes back to the road. Humming along to their playlist, they made good on their promise and did not engage as I slid one hand between my legs, the other toying with my left nipple. I pinched and pulled, sending jolts of electricity down to my clit, where I stroked and petted myself. As my self-torments increased and I writhed in my seat, they rolled down the windows and sang along to the music, making up new words for the tune.

 “She’s an impatient greedy little slut… can’t wait for it… needs to come right noowww… Naked in the car, spreading her legs, grinding on her hand… she’s an impatient greedy little sluuuut…” 

Their teasing pushed me over the edge and I came hard, my cries of pleasure carried out the open windows on the wind. It felt so good I slid two fingers inside myself, making my orgasm swell again and stretch out through my insides. They glanced over again and laughed, singing some more— 

“Fuck yeah she’s fingering herself… my little slut who loves to get fucked…” 

The climax subsiding, I took a few minutes to rest before releasing my fingers, bringing my seat upright, and picking up my sweater. Before I could cover myself, they reached out a hand and placed it over mine.

“Not just yet,” they grinned. 

I dutifully put down my one flimsy piece of clothing as they drove on, carrying me and my increasingly brave, exhibitionist body through the wide and welcoming landscape.