Pixie Isobella

I couldn’t tell you when I decided I was going to seduce Archer Randall. His voice was deep in a way that sent shivers down my spine and I wanted him so badly you wouldn’t believe.

You might think that fucking a man I didn’t even know just before starting life in a new small town was a bad idea. My libido ignored the unwanted advice — Archer was hot, my instincts told me that he was genuinely kind, and it was far, far too long since I had had sex of any kind.

Amaya is moving to the mountains for the job of a lifetime… Until her car breaks down and she decides to seduce the handsome stranger who stops to assist her…

Amaya’s Mountain Escape

[Amaya’s Mountain Escape is a short story of consensual erotica, submissive themes, sex with strangers and bareback sex. All characters are over 18.]

I couldn’t tell you when I decided I was going to seduce Archer Randall.

I was having a bad day and, at the time, hot sex seemed like the best plan to avoid the shithole mess I was terrified I had just made of my life.

My big mountain escape had started with a fizzle rather than fireworks.

I had been so excited to hop into my car in the morning and head for the hills. I was whistling as I handed my keys in to my landlord and drove towards the interstate. Every step on the road had been filled with joy — from the tiny roadside cafe where I ate scones and tea to the bewitching ancient stone walls that lined the increasingly alpine roads.

I couldn’t say what I was happier about — whether it was leaving the city, my new job in the mountain town of Reed Marsh, or just the excitement of something new at last in my life.

This was the break I had been dreaming of for so long.

Four hours later, my spirits were less high. My old car had died while crawling up the last steep hill towards my new home. It was beyond my skills to fix and the limited phone reception up here meant that I hadn’t even been able to phone for help. To make matters worse, it had started to rain and I realised I didn’t have a raincoat — possibly a mistake, I reflected, given that I was moving to a part of the country renowned for its high rainfall.

So I was overjoyed when a larger and newer car than mine pulled over and a man climbed out who not only looked capable but also profoundly safe.

Sometimes, you get lucky, I guess.

‘You need help?’ he asked, staying a safe distance away from the car — safe for me, I mean, and I was pleased he understood that I might not feel safe with a strange man.

‘Yes, please,’ I said, feeling an unholy gratitude.

Ten minutes later, he had introduced himself as Archer Randall, he had inspected my car, agreed with my assessment that it needed a tow, and called up the garage in Reed Marsh on his mobile with better reception than mine. We had moved to his car while he phoned, and I relaxed in the warmth, enjoying his company and his voice.

If everyone in Red Marsh was as nice as him, this was the best move I had ever made.

‘It’ll be sixty minutes,’ he said, shrugging as he hung up the phone. ‘It’s the fastest they can do, I’m afraid. There’s only one road down and they’ll have to drive slower because of the wet.’

‘That’s OK,’ I smiled at him. I didn’t care about the wait — I was still overjoyed that I wouldn’t have to walk for hours up the forest path in the pouring rain, hoping that a car would pull over and help me.

‘Shall I wait with you?’ Archer asked. ‘My car is more comfortable than yours right now.’

His voice was deep and the timbre of his voice sent shivers down my spine and I suddenly wanted him so badly you wouldn’t believe.

A tiny voice of reason suggested that fucking a man I didn’t even know just before starting life in a new small town was a bad idea. My libido ignored the unwanted advice — Archer was hot, my instincts told me that he was genuinely kind, and it was far, far too long since I had had sex of any kind.

Plus — wasn’t I on this journey precisely because I needed something new, something different? I was being brave for the first time in my life and I was loving it.

‘Yes, please,’ I shot Archer a smile of genuine gratitude, before looking away.

I’m not naturally flirtatious but I waited for what I judged to be the perfect length of time… Before looking back to catch Archer’s eyes watching me, just as I knew he would be watching me. He felt it too, this intense attraction that I felt so strongly.

I flushed — an instinctive reaction to the thoughts in my head — but also I knew that me blushing would put wicked thoughts in his head.

I held his eyes for longer than necessary before looking down again. The sound of his breath catching in his throat was all I needed to know. Archer Randall wanted me as much as I wanted him.

‘Hey,’ I said softly, looking up again, meeting his eyes boldly — and with a deliberately mischievous look. ‘Um…’ I let my voice trail off as I ran my tongue across my lips, delighting in how Archer’s eyes followed. ‘You said the truck will be sixty minutes, right?’ I asked.

‘Maybe,’ he said, a smile lurking in his eyes. He was catching on fast to my plans. ‘At least sixty,’ he shrugged, amending his words.

He leaned luxuriously back against the car seat, the motion having the involuntary effect of pushing his hips slightly forward — and then it was my turn to hear my breathing catch as I contemplated his strong thighs and muscular figure.

Damn, I hoped he was big inside his jeans.

‘They might take longer,’ he allowed, winking at me, and I flushed — with genuine near-embarrassment this time at how forward I was being. ‘Plenty of time to get better acquainted,’ he shrugged, somehow managing to stretch out his long legs even more, lounging so that he took up most of the room.

‘I’d like that,’ I said, almost genuinely shyly this time.

I had never done this before, that goes without saying.

I bit my lip — making my own final internal decisions — then I quickly unbuttoned my denim jacket and shrugged it off my shoulders. It wasn’t keeping me warm anyway and Archer might as well know I was serious about this. I kicked off my sneakers as well, looking across to see Archer smiling at me as if there was nothing abnormal about a woman like me propositioning a complete stranger in his own car.

Well — he was hot with his dark eyes and strong bones and his deep, deep voice. Maybe women threw themselves at his head all the time.

That thought almost stopped me but then Archer was nodding his head towards the backseat.

‘Climb through there,’ he said, his voice suddenly seeming even more deep and rough. ‘It’s more comfortable in the back.’

Up until that point, I could have deluded myself that we were just new neighbours getting to know each other, or casual flirting, or something else equally benign. But climbing through the wide gap between the seats with Archer’s eyes on me, knowing that we were undoubtedly going to fuck on the comfortable looking rug-covered bench seat in the back, was something else again.

I swallowed my nerves as he climbed out briefly into the rain, before opening the back door and climbing inside, pulling the door tight against the stinging rain.

‘Perfect day for it,’ Archer winked at me as my breath caught in my throat again at being so close to him. ‘I’m more than happy to keep warm with a pretty girl like you.’

‘Y-yes,’ I said, despising myself for how my voice broke. His shoulder-length wavy hair was flecked with rain, and it was a hot sight. ‘Me too,’ I said shyly, a red blush coating my cheeks.

Damn he was attractive and I really, really wanted him. Wanted this, whatever this was.

‘Well, get over here then, Amaya,’ Archer said.

I slid obediently across the bench seat towards him, my heart racing a million miles an hour. I realised that was the first time I had ever heard him say my name, and the syllables sounded incredible in his deep voice.

Archer was huge up close. I trembled as I stopped just short of where he sat — I was twisted sideways, one knee lying flat on the seat, and if I moved even a centimetre further, I would be touching him.

‘Take it at your own pace,’ Archer winked at me, and I gasped in relief. I felt myself still as he reached out towards me, but it was only to pull a lock of hair that had escaped from my scrunchie off my face. ‘We are having sex, right?’ he asked, his eyes meeting mine.

‘Y-yes,’ I said, swallowing hard. ‘Yes,’ I added firmly, nodding with my head to make doubly sure there was no doubt.

Dammit, I was behaving like a slut and I had never done this before and I didn’t care.

Probably sluts had more fun anyway.

‘Good,’ Archer said bluntly, his eyes serious. He must have felt he was too serious, because an instant later a smile had crept back into his face and his voice. ‘It’s been raining for fucking weeks,’ he rolled his eyes, ‘and I’ve been cold the whole time. I think…’ he slowed down as his eyes drifted down my body and back up to my face. ‘I think you’ll keep me very warm indeed, Amaya.’

I gulped but I was already moving towards him, breaching that final gap. I shivered as my shin met his outer thigh, and then I was reaching forward and leaning up, my arm reaching across him to press against the inside of the car door, angling myself to kiss him.

I wasn’t sure I believed Archer when he said that he had been cold for weeks, because his lips were warm against mine, and his hands that cupped my shoulders, gently at first, were also warm.

It was heavenly — I felt safe and protected and warm at last, and his hands were strong as well.

We kissed for a long time, the kiss growing deeper and more intense, until my jaw was aching and my mouth was full of him. His light stubble scratched my lips in the way I like and he even tasted good. Soon, the promise of his hands kneading my shoulders made me want more.

I slid my hands down between us and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it easily over my head, and meeting his eyes with a moment of sudden shyness. I hadn’t worn a bra — I rarely do unless I’m exercising or at a job interview or I actively want to dress up — but I hadn’t counted on the glow that lit up in Archer’s eyes when he saw my breasts naked.

‘Damn,’ he ground out, his breath hoarse as he looked at my chest with sheer admiration. Finally he looked back up to my face, seeming to drag his eyes away from me. Usually, I don’t like men looking at me, but with Archer it was different. ‘I like your breasts,’ he said, unnecessarily, because I already knew that.

He slid his hands down to my hips and shifted us both to the side, more towards the centre of the car.

‘Get astride me,’ he grunted — I was already moving, my heart pounding in my chest at even this level of intimacy. ‘And bring your breasts up here,’ he added, his wink taking any sting of objectification out of his words.

It was reassuring that he knew exactly what he wanted, because if I had to take the lead on this, I was going to end up faltering, my usual lack of confidence hobbling me.

Soon my knees were pushed wide open as my shins perched either side of Archer’s strong thighs. He grunted in clear pleasure, his hands cupping my jeans-clad butt. But he clearly did want my breasts in his face because a moment later, he slid his hands up my ribcage, his thumbs caressing the lower swell of each breast.

Then he was pulling me up towards him, his face lowering eagerly to my breasts.

I have to confess that I lost it then. I love my partners playing with my breasts, and Archer was an expert. He licked and gently bit and suckled on my nipples, all the while his hands squeezed gently and stroked the large, sensitive globes.

I moaned and gasped helplessly, aware that my hips were bucking against him wantonly, my thighs grabbing his hips and thighs between them as I ground against him.

‘Get your jeans off,’ he grunted in a rough voice, his face still buried in my breasts.

I didn’t mind him giving me orders. He was more domineering than previous lovers had been but I was enjoying it. I’ve always struggled in an unclear environment and it was very clear that Archer knew exactly what he wanted. My hands trembled as I unclipped my belt and trouser buckles, then I pushed my hips high and back, wriggling as I pushed my jeans down off my butt, down my thighs and awkwardly past my knees.

Archer didn’t help or make it any easier. He seemed far too interested in my breasts for that. I was trapped between my own desire to get my jeans off as fast as possible, and his hard hands and demanding mouth suckling hungrily on first one breast then the other. My panties went with my jeans, of course, and I realised wildly — as the wide leg jeans finally slipped off my ankles — that I was fully naked with a man I had met less than an hour ago.

He wasn’t naked, though maybe that was my fault. I had been stroking his chest and somewhat haphazardly undoing the buttons, but kissing him and then having him play with my breasts had been far too good.

Well, it was too late now for that, because Archer’s hands were sliding down my back, stroking as he went, and then down my thighs, and then I moaned as I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unclasping and unzipping his jeans.

‘Put your hands on me,’ he groaned, and I obeyed, somewhat nervously. Damn, this was intimate — but I was enjoying it so much.

Also he was huge, and hard as well. My fingers met his tip, already slippery with precum, and I started to play, rubbing his juices down over his head before taking his whole thick length in my hands. Dammit, he was big, I felt myself shivering in need at the thought of all that thick hardness inside me.

We were kissing again while I stroked him, but then he slid a hand up my back to grab into my long hair, pulling my face up off him.

‘I want your tits in my face again,’ he growled.

Blushing, I lifted myself higher, one hand stroking up and down his dick, the other hand on the car seat above his shoulder. Then I embarrassed myself by actually gasping out loud in need as he pulled one of my nipples straight into his mouth, his lips fastening hard around the sensitive nub.

Archer stroked his hands down my back again, making delicious patterns across my back, my hips, and then around my thighs to my inner thighs. I moaned in sheer need as I felt his fingers sliding through my wetness — damn, he was going to feel how eager I was — then moments later it all became so much worse because he slid a single finger inside me.

Archer was suckling eagerly on my breast, using his tongue and deep to enjoy me, and the sensation was driving a flickering flame of desire straight into my core. His finger — first one finger, then two — drove straight into that heat, and soon I felt like little more than a hot mess of desire.

Kneeling astride him, I started to fuck his fingers needily, enjoying how he drove them firmly into me again and again, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the nub of my clit. He suckled on each of my breasts, switching back at forth at will, and I sensed that if he had his hands free, he might even have pushed them together to suckle on them both at the same time.

Finally he let go of my nipple and I cried out as the cool air washed over my breast deprived of his mouth.

‘I need to be inside you, Amaya,’ he grunted, sliding his fingers out of me while I wailed in despair to lose the sensation. ‘I want you bare,’ he growled, his hands gripping my hips. ‘I want all of me inside you.’

‘Yes,’ I said simply, my voice sounding desperate and high pitched. ‘Yes, Archer.’

Frankly, I was so needy that I was surprised that I could say rational words at all.

I knew it was insane but I wanted him bare too. I wanted to feel every part of his hard, silken flesh inside me — and I wanted the delicious slippery wetness that coated my fingers inside me too.

I let him guide me downwards, moaning desperately as I felt his tip sliding up and down through my wetness. I had my hands on his shoulders and I could feel how tense he was. He needed this just as much as I did. Gods, I wanted him inside me.

As soon as the thought came to me, I found myself already acting — I slid myself back, gasping with need, then I could feel his thick head against my entrance, and I lowered my hips sharply, suddenly desperate to have him inside me.

Archer’s guttural groan was all I could have desired. I was panting with need too — his tip was halfway inside me, even though I was wet he was stretching me, and it felt amazing and far too intense at the same time.

He didn’t go easy on me.

Archer’s hands tightened on my hips and then he pushed me sharply downwards, forcing me onto him at the same time as I felt him thrusting upwards with his hips. Fuck, he was big and it felt incredible.

‘You’re tight,’ he grunted, his breath hot against my throat. ‘Damn, you feel good, you eager little slut.’

Coming from him, it didn’t sound like a slur, and I moaned in need as he held me steady and pushed himself ruthlessly deeper into me with thrusts from his hips.

‘I wanted you the minute I saw you,’ he said, and I flushed as I started to grind against him, the motion sliding him steadily deeper into me. ‘Damn, you’re a good fuck.’

I flushed with pleasure, still rocking my hips as I gyrated against him. Soon he was embedded deep inside me, a rock-hard pillar thrust up into my insides. I could feel him all along my channel from his thick base still stretching my entrance to his hard tip, and I blushed to think that I’d let him inside me bare — I didn’t even know him.

I stomped on that idea – it was too late now, anyway, and I was enjoying myself, dammit.

Archer and I moved together, finding a rhythm. I ground myself down against him, relishing in the wetness where our bodies joined, pushing my knees wider to open up even deeper for him. We were kissing again, and then he lowered his thumb between our bodies, starting to ruthlessly rub against the nub of my clit.

I felt the electric pleasure building inside me and I started to panic at the thought of this man — this stranger — seeing me orgasm but it felt too good. There was no way I was stopping. Every motion against him seemed to intensify the electric sensations inside me, and soon I was gasping and shuddering, riding an edge that threatened to destroy me.

I fell over the edge when Archer pulled one of my nipples back into his mouth, biting down hard. I screamed, and then my body exploded around him, shuddering waves of pleasure flooding through me.

‘Good girl,’ Archer grunted as I came around his cock. He sounded smug — I didn’t mind, I was in bliss and he had caused most of it.

I realised he was still hard inside me. Actually, he felt even harder now — my body had tightened around him with my orgasm.

‘My turn,’ he grunted, then he was pushing me backwards, guiding my descent down until I lay on my back along the wide bench seat, his dick still inside me as he followed me down.

I met his eyes somewhat shyly as he bent down and kissed me again.

‘I’m going to empty myself inside you,’ Archer growled against my mouth, and I moaned with sheer need. Fuck, he felt huge inside me as he started to move again, each thrust into me stabbing right into my deep core. He was going to cum there — right up against the entrance to my womb, leaving himself inside me.

It was such an alluring thought that I felt myself spreading my thighs wider again for him, inviting him deeper into me, arching my back in submission to push my breasts high into his face.

He fucked me hard, almost riding my cunt as he drove himself into me again and again. I gasped as my breasts shuddered with the force of his thrusts, and his hot breath landed across my boobs and throat.

I almost thought I was going to be there forever — on my back in a stranger’s car, butt naked, legs spread with his huge dick stabbing into me again and again… And then he growled deeply and I could feel him cumming, exploding, emptying himself deep into me, just like he had promised.

I had a stranger’s cum inside me and I couldn’t even bring myself to mind.

We lay still for a long time after Archer’s orgasm, our breathing slowly coming back to normal.

After a long time, he pulled himself back up onto his elbows and met my eyes, a crooked smile on his face.

‘That was fun,’ he said, kissing me gently. ‘I’d suggest we go again, but this car is too small. And the truck will be here soon anyway.’

‘Yeah,’ I smiled, blushing. Gods, he was still inside me, gently softening in the way that my cunt always loves. Even as I found myself trying not to get my hopes up, I liked the thought that he might want to fuck me again.

I blushed hotter at the thought. Heavens, I didn’t even know anything about him, and I was thinking of fucking him again?

Archer pulled himself up off me eventually, and I felt myself flushing as I dressed again, grabbing my clothes from the scattered corners of his car. I’m not good at sassy small talk afterwards — usually I just get giggly and affectionate, but I didn’t want to be over the top.

I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

‘Hey,’ Archer said softly as we settled back into our seats in the front of his car. In the distance, I could see the tow truck crawling its slow way down the mountain — it’d be here in five minutes or even less.

Dammit, what had just happened? Had I really just had sex with a complete stranger in his car, and let him cum into me into the bargain?

‘Hey,’ I replied, blushing again as I shyly met his eyes. ‘I… um… I don’t do that a lot,’ I said suddenly, trying to explain away my embarrassment. ‘But I… it was fun,’ I added, feeling clueless. ‘I’m glad,’ I added, hoping I didn’t sound too gauche – or desperate.

‘Yeah, it was fun,’ he smiled back at me and winked. ‘I don’t want to be presumptuous, but I’d totally do that again.’

I flushed, smiling gratefully at him.

‘What’s your deal, anyway?’ he asked, gesturing at the icy road outside. ‘Why are you heading up to Reed Marsh on the wettest day of the year? No-one visits this time of year.’

‘Well, I’m thankful this is the wettest,’ I grinned trying to make it a joke. ‘I was worried it might get worse. I’m… Actually I’m moving here,’ I said quickly. ‘You see… My friend, she got this job up here, but then she couldn’t do it, and she asked the firm if they’d want me instead — I know that sounds crazy, but we did the same degree and we’ve worked at the same place forever — and so I’m moving up here.’

I was speaking far too quickly and I knew I was saying far too much. Suddenly I was realising that maybe Archer wouldn’t want to have fucked a woman who was actually moving into the area. Sure, he had said he’d like to fuck me again… But still, maybe he thought I was a tourist but he might think differently if he knew that he might have to deal with me every day.

‘Cool,’ Archer smiled — I would have relaxed but there was a slight frown on his face. ‘Who… What’s the name of the firm?’

‘Eagle Tours,’ I said promptly. ‘Not that I know much about being a guide or touring, but I’m a dab hand in the office,’ I smiled happily at him.

I had suppressed my fears. Archer honestly didn’t seem like an arsehole, and if he never wanted to see me again, that was also fine. Wasn’t I on the adventure of a lifetime? I smiled at him again suddenly, repressing the urge to giggle or lean across and start kissing him again.

Like I said – I get super affectionate after good sex, but I was trying to be cool.

‘I’m sure you’re great in the office…’ Archer said slowly, his eyes on the truck that was rounding the closest bend. They would be here in just a moment and the time for conversation would be over.

I just wished I could rid myself of the vague premonition that something bad was about to happen.

‘What’s… What’s your friend’s name?’ Archer asked, still frowning. ‘The one who gave up the job?’

‘Clarrie,’ I said. ‘Clarrie Gardner’. I didn’t understand why he was asking.

‘Mmm,’ he met my eyes, the same look of worry in his face. ‘Well, Amaya, we can solve it when we get you up to the town,’ he said with what I already knew was his customary calm. ‘But Amaya…’ he paused.

The tow truck pulled up and I saw a tall woman dressed in overalls climb out and head across towards our cars.

‘Amaya, Eagle Tours is my business,’ Archer said urgently, his eyes on mine. ‘Mine and my two best mates,’ he shrugged, clearly trying to be calm about this. ‘And we were still expecting Clarrie,’ he added, shrugging awkwardly. ‘Amaya, she never told us about you.’

I just stared at him, my eyes wide with shock.

Well, shit.

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Have you read my new book?

From the moment Connor sees his sister Eve – after an absence of five years – he knows he wants to fuck her. Even better, Eve is still a virgin, and Connor intends to be the one to deflower her. And Connor has a secret – he has access to a secret process of mind control that can transform any woman into a compliant bimbo fucktoy.

His plan begins within inviting Eve to live with him – and from there he begins the process of changing her mind, and overpowering her will, to make her just the helpless sex doll he desires. Soon, Eve can’t get Connor out of her mind.

She knows he is her brother, but she fantasises about him every night. And not just sex: Eve longs to submit to him. She wants him to control her every action, and dominate her body and soul. Even worse, she dreams about him getting her pregnant…

Will Eve find it in her to resist? Or is she destined to become her brother’s pleasure slave and broodmare?

‘My Sister Eve’ contains brother-sister incest, non-con sex and domination, first time themes, forced breeding, mind control, bimbofication, enslavement and object insertion.

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It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖

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