They took a walk, in the park. Just outside of town, where there were a lot of trees and grassy areas. At one point he took her hand and pulled her deep into a wooded area. They found a little glade there, far from any people around. A butterfly landed briefly on her head, and then flew off. He took this as a sign.
He kissed her. Then he told her to turn around and bend over. He lifted her skirt. He yanked her panties down to mid-thigh. Then he knelt to lick the private little pink butterfly she had there.
He stood up, unzipped himself so his man-snake popped out like a Jack-in-the-box. It was already hard and standing, for he'd been planning this. You never know what is on a man's mind, or when his snake is going to pop up again. When suddenly he turns you around, bends you over, and you feel his snake-head probing at your privates.
She had her hands on her knees, and her patootie was sticking out at him in just the perfect way. It was quite the surprise to Venecia, as they'd been holding hands and talking about other things just a minute before. And now she feels his serpent pushing its way into her again. She let out a little gasp.
And they were going at it again, the charm snake going in and out of her.
There's something that seems fundamentally shameful and defiling about this position, for a woman. The man is standing up, tall and straight and proud as can be of what he's doing. His cock is standing high too, and just as proud. But the only part of her that is standing or raised up is her bottom. She's a bottom.
She's got her bottom raised up in the air, so her man can do her, but the rest of her, her torso and head are hanging right down. Upside down. The only thing that's holding her up is just his hands on her hips, the rest of her is all hanging from this. At the beginning, her hands were on her knees, to prop her up. But now she has crossed her arms together, resting her elbows on her knees, which meant her head hangs much lower.
And when he kept bopping his rod into her repeatedly, that kept knocking her lower. So her hands slid down her shins, grasping her leg just above her ankles. Now she was all completely bent over, her head just inches from the ground. Thus she was staring right between their legs, at the ground behind them. While he kept banging her, she watched the antics of a squirrel that was jumping around on the grass five or so meters behind them. But upside down, of course.
It was either that or look straight at the ground beneath her, which was just inches away. She watched a little lady bug climb along a blade of grass. Did it even know that she was being fucked?
So yes, in this position, everyone knows and feels who is the dominant, who is the submissive. And his ramming cock was ramming that feeling of submission into her on each thrust. She understood, a man is dominant, and he needs to exert his feeling of dominance, and this is how he does it. This is when the animal in him comes out, because he is made this way, to be the male beast.
So she had no problem turning around, and bending over, and raising up her naked bottom to him for him to do his thang and prove his dominance. But there were times when she would just like for him to hurry up and get it over with. Hanging upside down like this is both shameful and dizzifying. And what if someone comes along and sees them? Sees her and such a shameful, bent over and hanging state.
Not that Tomek would have minded. In fact, whenever he took her for a quickie, he seemed to pick places that were never far from public view. So that at any moment, someone could come around the corner and see them. And he'd be almost proud of this, showing off, saying here I am, fucking my woman, get a load of this.
But a woman, she can just hang her head in hope that her hair covers her face. Her face was very red now, whether from shame, or the natural sexual flush, or being upside down, was hard to say.
How many ongoing thrusts does it take for man to feel confident in his dominance? For him to feel he's proved it again, both to her and himself?
The more they did this, the more she got used to her role. For being the submissive one, with her butt up in the air for her man to work on as he wanted. And truth to say, she was beginning to like being the submissive. This position in particular flushed her face with the raw feelings of submission.
And it made her yell, too, sometimes quite loud. She tried to keep it quiet, because people might not be far off. But when he was really ramming her good, she couldn't help it. She yelled. Got quite loud at points.
After a while she heard her man grunt and howl, pull her hips hard unto him, as his body shuddered and he spewed a new dose of man-cream into her.
Only then did he let go of her, as she stumbled away to regain balance and stand tall again. Well, enough for today. But she'd gotten a good dose of his cream, and standing up like this, it was already starting to drip out of her. Time to pull her panties up.
Women don't so often come in a quickie like this. It's more a man thing, to get his rocks off. When his balls are turning blue, he just has to pull her to the side, bend her over, and get his load off.
But she kind of liked it, too. It was a head rush, with all the blood running to her head when she was hanging upside down for so long as he fucked her. And the feelings of complete submission were warm and sweet. And besides, she'd not only pleased her man once again, she had his cum dripping from her puss to prove it.